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Diamond feels a kinship to the moon tonight
She cannot explain it but it is a welcome sight
Her mood is pensive, she has had a terrible day
Her owners have taken all of her kittens away
There are no little paws to prance and jump
Or spin or twirl, climb, fall into a friendly clump
Diamond is feeling sad as she stares at the moon.
Tonight there will be no kittens with whom to spoon.
Why do I have these litters? She asks herself with forlorn.
They are cute and cuddly later, but ugly when first born.
She gets used to them, and just as they are fun and play.
Strangers come and take her litters away.
I shall have no more litters, she resolves as she stares at the moon.
She understands it is probably a pipe dream, but she feels such gloom.
Where do they take my children? She asks the dark dour dank night.
The possibilities terrify her and give her a fright.
At the foot of the mountain lies a wide verdant plain
With rich flowing breasts tend its enchanting brethren
A cuddly care that nature does, in collaboration with men
Catered to those gallant souls, nurturing the best it can
Every morning, when sunshine unfolds its resounding grace
Charming horses in auspicious race, dock their tails, all in graze
Glorious creatures they are when viewed near and afar
Precious stone-like muzzles adorned, each shines like ritzy car
Glossy fur is prominent, from withers, poll to forelock crane
The sophisticated look they have while galloping in any range
When the sun grows brighter in the middle of the day
Cowboys with their hats and chaps shout, hurray!
They run to check their rides before they saddle with glee
Patting stifle, gaskin, hock down to fetlock ‘though they’re jerky
Thorough inspection of hoof, coronet and frog they do and peek
And see if shoes are fixed, they’re good luck charms, shown in kicks
Stallions or mares, palomino, topaz… horses in any color and kind
Riding like a roller-coaster on their withers to their croup is so fine!
How I wish I can go with those cowboys in their pony-trekking
I want to be their horsewoman as they’ll be all my prince charming.
Oct. 17, 2016 1.40pm
Copyright2016Leonora Galinta
All Rights Reserved
Ninth Place
Contest: Horses
Judged: 10/30/2016
Sponsor: Poet Shadow Hamilton
Patter
Soft
Colorless
Cuddly
Morning
Patter
Ancient
Aching
Rock
Thirsty
Dreadful
Dust
Hopeful
Bulging
Buds
Dormant
Branches
Brittle
Grass
Patter
Gentle
Cool
Temperate
Thought
Patter
Soothing
Ocean
Waltz
Gently
Swelling
Slowly
Swaying
Mellow
Mind
Murmuration
Patter
Down
Dreams
Deep
Dark
Faded
Faithful
Love
Patter
Light
Lilting
Lullaby
Sweet
Saving
Grace
Sermons
Hymns
Prayer
Feathers
Fluttering
Floating
Patter
Out
Worry
Doubt
Pain
Tears
Shivering
Quivering
Rain
Years
Patter
Away
Still
Silent
Sleeping
Creeping
Breathing
Dawn
A giggle Land where we cannot go.
0f pink fingers and crystal clear eyes
Forever azure springs and sunlit skies,
A place of talcum powdred .souls.
Unaware , from this life, they were taken
God did create this oh , so special place.
Angels never let them knoew they were forsaken.
To keep a smile on their dear, tender infant faces.
Squeaky toys and cuddly, soft teddy bears
Angel mothers do lullaby each newborn to sleep.
One day, with their Mommy,~ they might share
Meanwhile, in the still of the night, mothers weep.
Sleepless, they wonder, how is my child doing?
Their life always has a lost, dark empty space.
Does my baby need me, or is he just cooing?
The mother can ask for forgives and God’s grace.
But she wonders,very often what ‘s my baby playing?
You see, that is the story we are never told.
On her knees alone, each night, she is praying.
The Mother ages, lonely, shivering in the moonlit cold!
5/12/2023
Dedicated to my Mother on her birthday., today.
Thank you , Mom, for allowing me to have a life!
Sometimes hard, but mostly years of sugar and
magificent spice!
Sunny yellow straw hats with ribbons and bows,
Butterflies that shine when the full moon glows,
Feather cushions scattered of bright pink and blue,
Buttercups and daises have such a magnificent hue,
The above are my dreams as I think of you.
Chocolates, candy and rainbow-colored gummies,
Fill us up and says no more for you to our tummies,
Kittens that meow and cuddly puppies that bark,
Make me want to take off and fly and sing as a lark,
The above are my dreams as I think of you.
Warm gloves, beanies and scarves knitted by granny,
Keep me warm in winter as I’m told by nanny,
The brilliant green lawn is such fun to roll on,
Maxine visited France brought me yummy bonbons.
The above are my dreams as I think of you.
If I’m ever really feeling lonely or sad,
I walk to the bottom of the garden,
Our password, I beg your pardon,
I visit Maxine, and I don’t feel so bad.
Jelly like silkworms spin golden threads,
I have a clown who is funny, we are good friends,
Wish I had a teddy bear sister, must be able to walk,
But God please give her a voice, so we can talk,
The above are my dreams as I think of you.
I would really like to visit the moon or maybe mars,
And take a space ride in the galaxy among the stars,
Or dive deep down into the sea, shake all the eight,
Tentacles of an octopus and take a selfie on that date,
The above are my dreams as I think of you.
Maxine, may we play magic, could you take me to your land,
Not for keeps, I think that would be so grand,
Maxine whispered your parents would ever so sad,
Give it some thought, just a tad, rather stay in your own pad,
The above are my dreams as I think of you.
If I’m ever feeling lonely or sad,
I walk to the bottom of the garden,
Our password, I beg your pardon,
I visit Maxine and don’t feel so bad.
What a nice sleep I had, no more yawn,
that tingling prick of hunger, all have gone.
slurping creamy milk, a tummy full upon
my soft cuddly mom calling 'Cootchy John'.
When will Dad blow bubbles on my belly?
and mom will give me some red apple jelly?
I love Tom and Jerry..oooh.. running on telly
but I hate my sticky poop, so bad and smelly.
My diaper now so dry, aaah..so silky I feel
Gee gah boo.. tah pah nhi,..with them I deal.
Only vowels of chuckles, from head to heel
I am growing funny bones, with every meal.
25th May 2019
Baby picture No 3
Sponsor James Edward Lee Sr.
Contest : Baby Face What's You THINKIN 2
How strange it is and how bizarre
a pandemic should threaten from afar -
some say a bat, some say a lab
and there’s no pill and there’s no jab!
Sniff! Sniff! I smell a virus worse than that
in this Chinese Year of the Rat.
Thus beware the cuddly giant panda
and spread of its propaganda -
you don’t need to be Charlie Chan
to know where this yellow plague all began.
It is like a tale out of Dr. Fu Manchu
how the world has caught this Wuhan Flu!
Yet said the WHO and the CCP
“there’s nothing here, nothing to see,
it’s all a big western conspiracy”.
But the WHO are just puppets on a string
pulled by their masters in Beijing -
as this CHINESE FAUCI VIRUS shows
the emperor has got no clothes.
But what is clear in the tyranny they deny,
the bigger the truth the bigger the lie!
To slay the dragon in the east
we need to cut the head off the beast,
for Red China is an abomination
whose end game is world domination.
And if you have lost your job or a loved one
it is by their hands this evil was done,
for whether a lab or whether a bat
something stinks in the Year of the Rat!
Written: May 2020
Wrote this couple years ago but
thought it was worth reposting.
Maid of the Myst
I lie in repose
Under the falls
In a tranquil pool
Of turquoise blue
He left me for another
This I could not suffer
My pain already drowning me
I fell from the falls
Spectacular was the news
Young girl with the blues
Dives to her cherished death
My lover left me for I was on meth
I was confused and skin so bruised
Misused and tears seeped from my veins
No one at all could know this enduring pain
So now under the falls I enjoy the rain
My soul lies deep
Under waters so very steep
I wait, and I wait
To be alive again
From the skies
Not another… but I see a phone that dives
Floating downwards upon my weary breast
A chance you see, finally I was blessed
I call from the depths below
Like a spirit I begin to glow
Daddy daddy is that you?
From below I call to say a proper adieu
Found inside her pocket
I miss you daddy
I love you so much
Forgive my wild youth
Remember me as I was in your arms
Long ago with my pony tails
Your little cuddly pumpkin
Love you daddy
HEAVEN IS A SPECIAL PLACE
In Honor of the Unborn
8/8/2023
A giggle Land where we cannot go.
0f pink fingers and crystal clear eyes
Forever azure springs and sunlit skies,
A place of talcum powdered souls.
Unaware, from this life, they were taken
God did create this oh, so special place.
Angels never let them know they were forsaken.
To keep a smile on their dear, tender infant faces.
Squeaky toys and cuddly, soft teddy bears.
Angel mothers do lullaby each newborn to sleep.
One day,with their Mommy,~ they might share
Meanwhile, in the still of the night, mothers weep.
Sleepless, they wonder, how is my child doing?
Their life always has a lost, dark empty space.
Does my baby need me, or is he just cooing?
The mother can ask for forgiveness and God’s grace.
But she wonders, very often what ‘s my baby playing?
You see, that is the story we are never told.
On her knees alone, each night, she is praying.
The Mother ages, lonely, shivering in the moonlit cold!
There’s a little guy, who you may know,
He’s friendly, pudgy, and plump.
And he puts on quite a funny show,
When he plays he likes to hop and jump!
He’s mostly colored all black,
With a tail he can stick up and make fuzzy.
He has a white streak down the middle of his back.
Can you tell me, which animal is he?
Yes, he’s a skunk and his name is Tater-Tot,
And he lives right here at the zoo.
He loves to play and eat a whole lot,
But he’s not stinky and he can’t spray you!
He’s a mammal and an omnivore,
He eats all of his vegetables and meat.
But when he’s done, he always wants more!
And he always spills food cause he’s not very neat!
He’s up all night and he sleeps all day,
He’s nocturnal and can’t see very well.
He’s cute and cuddly and loves to play,
He may not stink, but boy can he smell!