Long Deck Poems
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Life's waves washed me upon your Island shore
Tossed by rolling seas, a torn heart maroon
You found me, the sea and sand no more
Gave caring love in your sheltered lagoon
I had nothing, no jeweled treasure to share
No diamonds bright, rubies red, fragile heart
You clothed me in reason, a coat I wear
For this gift, a promise, we'll never part
My love though humble, is forever free
I place it well without reserve or fear
On your heart's altar, I leave a plea
And only ask, you keep it well my dear
Life had cast me from its brigantine deck
Now found, survivor of my heart's shipwreck
For the contest Islands
sponsored by Anthony Slausen
Oh, it's Christmas
Now let's gather
By the lovely tree-
Come one and all!
See the presents
Lying under
With their pretty bows
Some big, some small.
It's the time for
Love and giving
With our families
And good old friends!
Sing together
Let's make merry-
Pray this spirit now
Just never ends.
Christmas- not just
Cards and presents,
But together joins
Our loving hearts!
Join the chorus
Raise your voices
Share the happiness
This time imparts!
December 7, 2021
Contest: A Christmas Carol Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Carol Chosen: Deck The Halls
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smashing! there she goes swaying her strut in red stilettos
with a lady gaga ’do, vamp gear and rockin’ diva blues…
"hottie P.D." that’s what she’s called.. ready to prance at
her latest night call, another gig for chilling a dish
at the flaming la vida loca bar: strictly for exclusive members
only, she ain’t on the list… hmmm,
sly fox down to two altoids and twenty bucks in her leased
armani tote. you guessed it right! she bats her long lashes
at the bomber’s gate; swooshes past the queue
using victoria’s secret model’s gait… what a RAAWWR!
surveying the lair, the sly destroyer skips no beat---
there’s her catch, a dumb-- looking frog, a sort of
prince dude. time for the bait, ready to down tons of martini,
tequila, whatever she won’t regret... ooh my, the vixen
slants a tyra pose caressing her mane smoothie smooth.
dumb frog approaches his " prey"--- that’s what’s lurking
on dude’s snail brain…” foxy lady, you beat the tar out of me!”.
PD coos,“ big boy, you better show me punk cuz i settle
for nothin’ less than a big score.”
flashing his platinum card on the deck, sly fox rattles off drinks
on top of the heap. whoa, a little bit of sweet talking and fast touching,
sly destroyer goes for the kill..“ an uptown throb you are,
smokin’ hon-- you care to bring your babe home in your
limo ,bimbo?” and frog croaks, “ wait babe, will bring it on!”
with another long wink, her last crime…hahaha, from PD’s
devilish voodoo blink, all she needed was a fancy hitch big time home.
sly destroyer whams it again! but wait.. frog is gone for friggin
30 minutes… turns out, the platinum card expired and stolen. drat!…
who’s the sly destroyer.. and who’s the flaky loser?
( just for fun!)
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--- CONTEST: P.D.'s " Inner Animal "
“Autumn is a second Spring
when every leaf is a flower”
Albert Camus
French philosopher, author and journalist
WINDFALL
the wind-bell, the windflower
the sturdy gong
brisk breeze of anemones
the screen whips open
frangible leaves whisk about
autumnal bout on the deck
hollow limbs crack
oaken surrender
to pruning effect
the scent of cinnamon
mixed with aphrodisiacal pulp
in the amber-lit kitchen
lilliputians of school age
excitement of tiny twisters
scuff up mom’s playground
fatherwind tossles her hair
purple mood ring
spurs smiles to each child
8/8/2019
You know what soccer football needs?
Bigger Goals!
An extra meter on each side of the posts.
Bigger Goals means More Goals!
With goals shot from wider out,
the game then would be far less defensive
with less endless back passing,
and shuffling the deck at the back.
Going All in for Goals,
would produce fairer results,
with less flukes and freaky results
holding the sway.
Imagine scores of 5-7, 10-8, 3-7!
What fans want to see is more goals!
What players want is more attacking football
and fairer results,
with more goals from their great shots, some from wider out.
Its so easily done, just shift the goals posts
out wider by a meter on each side.
What the World Cup Needs Now is
Goals, Goals, Goals!
Counting the cards is a difficult thing to do
when the dealers pull from an eight-deck shoe.
When deuces, treys, and fours leave the place,
there are good chances for a ten or an ace.
The wagers tend to be a little bit more.
It is anticipated there will be twenty-ones galore.
Cards in eight decks amount to four hundred sixteen.
Determining what comes next will not be too keen.
What is to stop the dealer from getting a ten and an ace?
That would not appear too nice in this place.
An uncommon occurrence it is not.
In fact, the dealers get blackjacks a lot.
Whenever croupiers win, it is not too funny.
How else do you think the house makes its money?
I took a Major Arcana Tarot card deck,
And put foretelling to the test.
The querent would be the Earth,
With a past, present and future spread for our mirth.
I guess I'm the 'King of Swords',
The proud significator;
Of reading the divine fortune,
For the children of the world's holy creator...
Reversed 'Justice' is drawn for the past,
It's for the balance of things as laws would grasp.
It seems as if nature's harmony has flawed,
Breaking the equilibrium of natural law.
'The Star' reversed is for the present,
Happiness replaced by an opposing malevolence.
If disenchantment is our foe,
We have to get into the know!
'The Emperor' is upright, for the future,
Perhaps this leader will provide the sutures;
An authority on good and what we need,
To heal the earth and stop the bleed.
I hope you believe what I hollered;
Please go to your purse, that will be five dollars.
5-September-2021
“We’re cleared for takeoff,” the pilot announced, “settle in, our flight time to Atlanta will be 9 hours.”
The Gulfstream roared down the runway and in a moment the tops of trees flashed by. We climbed quickly, and banked. Paris dwindled, the Seine became a string of blue, the world a patchwork of colors before we punched through a layer of hair-like cirrus clouds.
My roommates and friends were all a-chatter as we lined up on the runway but as we ascended, they grew quiet.
Thoughts of Peter ran through me and gripped me like a serpent. The last time I saw him he was dressed in a summer outfit I bought him - a short-sleeve, pale-pastel-plaid, seersucker shirt, kentucky-derby breaker shorts, pop color flip flops and a straw fedora. His sweet-face was all grin, he looked like a deck gillespie. Meow.
When I think about Peter, my skin tickles, my pulse accelerates, I’m confuddled. I think about the disturbance that moved through the air between us when we met. We were strangers, but a magnetic flux seemed to roll off him and break against me.
I didn’t let it show. I drew in, looked away and became quiet. What else could I do? Later, when I described it to Sunny, our meeting seemed like nothing. When I described it to Lisa, it sounded like too much.
Of course, my choices must be consistent with my ambitions, but I want Peter to come to Athens, so badly. He was a human placebo, for me, in otherwise stressful times. Now I want to be with him without school pressures - to see what that’s like - and get closer, a lot closer.
I don’t want commitment, but I’m saturated with desire. All I want is a fun July or August - with him. I seldom reveal the businesslike hardness I have buried inside. I want this and I’m ready for derp.
Peter worries - about money, about gender roles, social positions and what’s apposite. I don’t care about any of that. I want to give him a free month, like an amazing gift. He’s so male, so deceptively complicated, fragile and intoxicating.
I really need to think about this, and work it out - HA! - like I can think of anything else.
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Slang
deck = cool
gillespie = hipster
meow = I want
confuddled = confused and befuddled
derp = anything and everything
They stride to the podium, nervous and tense,
Their confidence levels in check.
The depth of their knowledge is vast and immense;
Their opponents are waiting on deck.
The judge gives the word and they pause to digest,
Then they ask for its source or its root;
A sentence is given if that’s the request
And the part of speech offered, to boot.
You look at their faces and see the gears turn
As their studying comes into play.
The hours they’ve devoted, just so they could learn
What they’d need to compete on this day.
And then they begin, every letter pronounced;
With assertiveness, slowly they spell.
The judge gives a nod or an error’s announced
By a ding that’s the sound of farewell.
I watch them in awe – they’re so young and assured,
Even taking their losses in stride.
They’ve sacrificed pleasures but somehow endured
And I hope they feel nothing but pride.
Their prowess won’t get them too far in this life,
But at least they’ll know they can compete;
And in later years, if they’re confronted with strife,
They’ll remember they’ve conquered defeat.
I awoke early that morning as Venus is fading from dawn's sky.
Watching sun rays skate upon the mirror of ripples,gently flowing by.
On the deck of a Princess ship, suspended between the Heaven and the sea.
The mirage of a double Sunrise,as the sun shone upon itself and me.
Today is the day I say "I DO", take thee as my Wife: for the Eons of Eternity.
Bible in hand, the captain stands in Dress Whites, as does his loyal crew.
Arm and arm with daddy,as he gives her unto me; to start a life of Love anew.
Her emerald eyes try hiding behind a transparent Pure White vail; only to fail
Her auburn hair is dancing below her shapely hips: I long to kiss her Rosa lips
Do YOU take this woman"Lenore Ellen Adams" as Your Always and Forever Wife.
I Do echos across the Caribbean Sea. I Do reverberates in the bright Blue sky. "I DO"
Inspired by Dan Kearley's Contest :"One Of Your Greatest Days
Dedicated in Loving Memory of "My LIFE, My LOVE, My FOREVER, MY WIFE
"Lenore Ellen (Adams) Johnson - Nov. 4, 1951 - August 25, 1971