Long Cuteness Poems
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A long journey lingering on the barren path,
turned out in the end to be worthy of waiting,
when the signs she had longed for to feel for years,
amidst the fading expectation were confirmed.
In the kingdom of dreams carved out of future,
we had made prime of the slice of our small world,
set an ornate cradle befitting of the crowned fairy,
for we knew a cherubic princess was arriving.
When I saw on mother’s lap our smiling princess
my mind flew over time beyond the realm of reality,
found our little princess turning to a dazzling damsel,
luring the prince charming with regal beauty.
Holding her soft satin fingers of curling cuteness
with a gentle hand I felt heavenly exultant,
for I sensed cradling the pristine translucent dawn,
promising to bloom as a beautiful charming day.
Just a soft touch of nascent skin it wasn’t for me,
it was the lilting lyric of emotion without words,
a mesmeric music of love and trust mutely resonating
the sense of connection I felt in her delicate pulse.
I made a nurturing nest for her to grow up secure,
kept it warm in the days of winter frost and chill.
No blasting blizzard could ever blow her away,
for I held her in the protected fold of my wings.
The effort lasted till the time she flew away,
turning the first touch of bond to strands of memory.
I keep the few feathers she left for me as a treasure
to weave the tapestry of fulfillment in my residual time.
Please, never take a toddler to the store.
But if you do, you’ll find that I am right.
Your sanity will not endure the chore.
The struggle that ensues is no fair fight,
'cause they are armed with cuteness and a scream,
which trump your reason, bribery, and might.
The lollipop-balloon plan? That’s your scheme?
Won’t even get you halfway through your list!
You’ll only be a pawn in their regime.
They reign with chubby, dimpled, iron fists!
And though you threaten, swear and stomp the floor,
still you will have to do all they insist!
Oh, I beg you, I plead, and I implore …
Don't ever take a toddler to the store!
April 29, 2019
Quirky Tercets Poetry Contest
Nina Parmenter, Sponsor
It has been said that we are,
A quiet, curious, sweet bird, full of personality;
We have tons of sisters (brothers) and a mom and father with no feathers,
Love our seed, food scraps and treats given daily;
Feel loved, protected and cuddled, so we lay an egg or two each day,
Our biggest fear is becoming dinner;
Would like to live to be over 20 years old,
Resident of grandpa's farm;
Barnyard chickens.
When I was a small girl, my grandpa had a little farm,
It was not a working farm but a retirement dream of his;
He had some animals like horses, chickens and even a donkey,
But, I truly loved his chickens they were super-duper sweet.
Our father was a nice old man called grandpa,
And there was mother grandma, who brought treats;
But, we loved the little girl the best because she cuddled us,
From the time we were fat little handfuls of adorable cuteness.
They were such happy birds, extremely calm,
When I would bring their seed they would come running;
Clucking all the way, so talkative, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck,
They were cuddly with feathers beautifully soft and lovely.
It was a wonderful, peaceful existence for us chickens,
Grandpa's farm was full of interesting places to go;
Like grandma's garden patch and she would come running,
Chasing us with her broom but laughing, so we knew she loved us.
Oh, time has passed, the pages turned, and turned,
Grandpa and grandma are in their heavenly realm now,
And I am not a small girl anymore, but a city girl all grown-up,
After grandpa died, grandma sold the farm, animals and chickens.
But, I will always remember those inquisitive, beautiful birds.
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February 20, 2016
Poetry/Verse/Barnyard Chickens
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All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
The trick is to be grateful when your mood is high and graceful when it is low. Richard Carlson
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Who lives fully? Oh, such a sight to foresee!
A life so valuable, so graceful, and so carefree
With every passing day, raw insights mold.
A quilt of tales, a life worth relating to gold
In such an enormous and chaotic universe.
A tremendous grace symphony, a karmic verse
Unspoken dancing with exquisite footwork
Heart and intellect are enthralling for the network.
In this ethereal universe, grace rules supreme.
Witness the riotous swirl of an opulent dream.
Akin to a swan in still waters, it glides with ease.
Through every swirl and turn, it aims to please.
In this refined world of demeanor and charm,
Where cuteness finds its place, in a grace arm
From inept souls to those with aesthetic eyes,
Let us witness the antelope's lithe sighs.
With gentle gestures and a voice serene.
A language of grace that's seldom seen
Their eyes orate volumes with every glance.
A silent communication, a cosmic dance
With gazelle feats, their steps lilting
In refined motion, willowy and beguiling.
No cumbersome stumble, no swallow of pride,
Fluent and slender, glide with a sylph stride.
Consort kindness, from sullen to refined,
Irreligious views, swapped by goodwill, bind.
In this world of amnesty and dower grace,
Blest with piety, they effortlessly embrace
In the intricacies of every choreographed zest,
Imbue the essence of what it means to nest,
Kindness and pristine passion can transcend
All quests and discordances are keen to mend.
A stance of graceful behavior, a testament,
Might love and respect, and how are meant?
To steer us through life with dignity and grace,
To induct a realm where clear heed bears place.
A smart and cheerful guy
Shifted to my city, for me
Unknown from this fact of him
I bloomed in that fresher
He's talk made me laugh
He's smile made me fall for him
He's cuteness shoots me everywhile
When my eyes target him
I think he's the one
Who made me fall for him
Without any efforts
Being in his own small city
That was my view for him
But even I was unknown from his efforts
That he did to meet me
So that I could always be her
We are one
And we are done
We'll be there for eachother always
Nomatter what the situation be
Atlast we are everything what we wished for
Despite of some sad parts
We are great together
And we'll always be
No love for me
No love for you
Cant stand my own skin
Itchy and dry
As life continues
It comes closer to the end
The story i want to write now
Is one of impact
One of good memories
One of time well spent
No more excuses
No more anger
No more self inflicted pain
I want to evolve with in my children
I want to experience those sudden smiles
The cuteness of a six year old
The brilliance of a thirteen year old
The strength and heart of a forty-seven year old
I want to be happy and feel happy
I don't have the answers
I don't have a conclusion
But i do have a love for what i have now
I just need to find a love for me.
I was once a koala
Fuzzy, meekly peering newbie
Chosen for convenient cuteness
But misleading, as I have never
Set foot in the Southern hemisphere
Everyone who knows me, knows
I am a beast for books
A rapturous reader, a
Paramour of the printed page
Their feel, their scent enthralling
Everyone who sees me, sees
Round red frames sliding down my nose
After years of contact lenses, I returned
To eyeglasses, just because they feel right
So come, sit, let's share a coffee or tea
Which I drink every day, with cream
Caffeine so necessary for my well-being!
Also good for your heart, it seems
Eyeglasses, books, coffee - the triumvirate of me.
1/24/19
for Star in your Avatar contest
Sponsor: Mark Massey
Wispy, you stop it, stop being so cute,
adopter-of-warrior-orphanry spokesKitty.
Little miss adapter to Life on the road
with your beautiful hearted companion,
honorary majestic in your captivity,
of "girls night out, charming the City" and the Firemen.
O "GravyMuppet" kiss of dirty bird, gravy dog tenaciousness, climber of couches,
imp empressor of your mistress.
Artist, drawing of bath water after your drawing
with the feclined matters of scourging,
you laugh in the face of stubborn intestinal closings,
but no blockage in creativity, inn keeping
her on her toes,
or a little piece of you in her hair.
No lack of caring by your mistress through and through, Love persevering, always there for you.
O Cuteness Czar- ina , "oh yes you are",
in the Media Arena, doing your part,
in the filming of Love's Arts, sponsoring hearts.
Captivating, your part~Ropurr".
"Salivating, licking our lips for second meal~Purrina."
P.S.:
With crispy whispy whiskers aligned
with camera light reflection dot pixels-
mirrored in eyes co-signs
co-producer, "GravyMuppet Productions" equals the twinkling star, wink of the Divine, Siriusly an assign,
to those with the heart and shave of a Lion.
Dirty face and pup cupped mop tuft girls, give us more
glossys and blow ups of
tigers chasing courageivity.
Friend images,
may they be destined to join the "gravy-"dog-star" accompanying Orion (the warrior humans who never compromise their heart's integrity, at action time)
, with pink strawberry beret and soul sister-companion, guardian, forever aligned.
He came to live with us at the age of 9 weeks in 2003 March
Besides absolute cuteness and pure innocence,
He also brought immeasurable joy along
His silky smooth velvety fur was jet black
His big brown beautiful eyes twinkled with warmth
He had quite big front paws although he was small
With a curious look, he would check out the whole house and the backyard
Slowly, chewing on shoes and coffee table became his preferred time pass
Soon, running around holding pillows and remote controls in his mouth got added to that
When left alone, he showed his disapproval with loud barks
Always made sure that he was included in the clan
He loved swimming, running and going on long walks
And enjoyed gobbling up food of all sorts
He exhibited his alpha leadership by choosing the route of the daily walk
Demonstrated great manners and tolerance around other dogs
He took time to sniff bushes and sidewalks
As if reading a newspaper with minute details to understand all facts
He would get very excited to go on rides in the cars
And loved sitting in the kids’ beds to nap and relax
With his intelligent look and confident and composed demeanor he earned respect from all
Taught us honesty, forgiveness, wisdom and life skills through his behavior without talking at all
For every member of the family he became their life’s significant part
By being a calm, patient, easygoing, loyal friend to lean on
He greeted guests holding a stuffed toy in his mouth when the doorbell rang
And made all the visited friends and relatives become his big fan
His sheer presence reflected feeling of security and serene calm
Around children he was an adorable, gentle, sweet, compliant fur ball
He kept us entertained for 15 years by being our faithful, affectionate sweetheart
Leaving back precious memories, became one with the universal soul in 2018 March
Ode
"The Cuteness"
Power packed
his small hairy frame
my pug in a winter coat
Loki was his name
Smart as a whip
always at my feet
I believe he wanted me to trip
that was just his nature
A true companion,
my best friend
him and I the perfect tandem
I am now left all alone
Lively, just days before,
fell ill and lost all his weight
at least I could say goodbye
and hold him as he met his fate
Ferocious yet loving,
mean but always so sweet.
my little ninja so cunning,
This dog was unlike any other
I have heard him called "Snoop Lion"
Kind of a miniature version of one
others have called him "The Cuteness"
I treated him like my son
I call your name to take you out
when I get home, your not there!
In time my heart will mend
So farewell to you my friend!
Jared Pickett
4/14/2014
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