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People from all over come to see the Rockefeller Center Christmas tree.
Men, women, children alike – all say it’s a most beautiful sight.
Every year they search for the tallest Christmas tree
And decorate it so carefully.
There is nothing left to chance – there must be bulbs on every branch.
This tree is a symbol of our right to be free Put up each year for the world to see.
It has become symbolic to us like the Thanksgiving Day parade
New years on Times Square which are the things
That AMERICA shares.
Every dream that you perceive – in NEW YORK CITY can be achieved.
There are centers of every kind- where dreams become alive
The diamond center, the garment center, the art center too
And that’s just to name a few.
The United Nations was built on these grounds
Where every language can be found.
NEW YORK CITY where I was born and raised
I give you thanks and I give you praise. © LRams
I wonder what I’d find if I could decorate my mind
a tiny peach plaster to heal the hurt of acts unkind
There’d be lots of sunshine yellow swirls to brighten up the day
and numerous scraps of paper for poems that come my way
You won’t find frills and flounces, and barely any pink
I’m not a girly girly girl, no matter what folks think
My head’s filled with rainbow colours; they keep the blues at bay
with my silly sense of humour, I know the smiles are here to stay
There’ll be lots of kitchen roll for tears of laughter that spill
‘One sheet is plenty’ grrr that darn advert makes me ill!
A palette filled with memories, some happy some sad
I repeat myself, I repeat myself - it drives my hubby mad!
Be careful if you lift the lid, as the paint is fresh and wet
Keeps my brain from atrophying like concrete that has set
FUN POEM FOR CONTEST
Mind the wet paint contest
Sponsored by Viv Wigley
3/21/18
Take a leisurely stroll in the pine grove.
The time of rejuvenation has begun.
A light drizzle will do, as will a shady cove.
The whole area is revitalized by the sun.
As a string of pearls around a slim neck.
Puddles decorate a tree in the rain.
Soon, the hands of the earth will bedeck.
anything that is visible to you, without pain.
Bestow your awareness forward.
And be in awe of the strength.
Inhale the floor sweet aroma onward.
That lingers after a bath or shower length.
Listen as the ground absorbs the rain.
From deep roots to boldest tips, a joy to gain
Buried life rises and dies on the ground.
Warmth is all nature needs to astound!
Written: May 28, 2023
Santa told the reindeer to whoa in middle of field of corn.
Two helper elves were confused, what were they doing this morn?
He hopped out of his sleigh and pulled out a decorating kit.
We don’t have this kind of time! Protested Master elf, having a fit.
We have to do what we can for the creatures who asked for a tree.
They already have one, now, are you two going to help me?
The elves and Santa made short work of the December task at hand.
So many people drove by and said “Look over there! By the land!”
Love and joy was felt by so many more as they traveled by.
Now the elves do not ever question Santa or stop to ask why.
They do what they can to help him on every single quest.
One time they stopped to decorate a tiny wren’s nest.
scavenger hunt
sandy summer beach
welcomes a scavenger hunt ~
hot sand samba dance
lacy edged scallops
rippled shells like wind kissed surf ~
trim tidal ball gowns
fallen stars – starfish
through clear waters see the sky ~
starlets seeking fame
building spiral rooms
nautilus remodel grows ~
under construction
precious sand dollars
bear reminders of the cross ~
hidden doves seek sky
from many seashores
loves sandy, sheltered, beaches ~
cockle shells sea hearts
grazing the seabeds
cerith night hunter in swirls ~
aquarius shell
many alias
periwinkle and magpie ~
whelks create red dye
lazy summer days
tidal froth splashes through surf ~
shells decorate beach
Lovely, rich dark purple lilacs bloom in early spring
Fragrant spring air decorated by vibrant purple gems
Bright yellow striped tulips emerge on Kelly green stems
Magenta petunias attract a hummingbird’s fluttery wings
Peony’s vibrant hot pink flowers opened saucer wide
Hydrangea bunches magnificently displayed in tanzanite blue
Lupines and wildflowers decorate the country side in bright hues
Summer rugosa roses climb along on beaches near ocean tides
Chrysanthemums in yellows, reds and oranges, festive fall flowers are here
Fields of sunflowers stand magnificently tall as birds feed from their seeds
Red and white poinsettias in decorative pots adorned with ribbons and beads
Beautiful amaryllis blooms displayed on window sills brings warm winter cheer
10/25/19
Writing Challenge, October, 2019 - Flower or Flowers -
Sponsor, Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode
(Edited 10/26/19)
The cold air makes the snow squeak
under your feet, as you walk.
And a sky of twinkling stars
will guide Santa's sleigh this eve.
Children are snuggled in bed,
dreaming of Christmas morning.
And parents share smiles and hugs,
filled with the joy this night brings.
Eaves strung with colored lights,
houses decorate the night.
And Santa Claus gets airborne,
with the help of Rudolph's nose.
The air is filled with music
as Christmas carolers sing.
And neighbors greet each other
in a cheerful, friendly way.
We celebrate Jesus's birth,
in a most befitting way.
For giving away presents
reminds us all of His love.
Christmas is a time of cheer
that's felt on no other day.
And a festival of faith,
cherished by both young and old.
(Blank Verse)
12/9/2016
Vaccuming every
inch of yourself
They vacuumed
everything
Every inch they
think is
dirt
Vaccum it all up and
throw it in the trash
Watch it all go in the garbage
Watch as they
threw away
Every part of you you
spent years building
Gone because they think it was
never good enough
Cleaning a room you
took so long to decorate
They
Vaccum it all up
Put everything in
boxes and bags
Throw it in the
donate pile
Donate the very thing that makes
you, you
to someone else
Let it get
recycled
Maybe
someone else can
fix it
Someone else can
have it
Maybe they won’t be
judged and
hurt
That’s fine
You aren’t
you anymore
You’re in
garbage bags
and boxes labeled
donate
You’re just
the vessel
You, were the person who
they
donated
and threw away
The keep pile
Is as empty
As your heart
After you let them
Throw
Away
Everything that made
You, you.
All cause you let them
control you
I am so proud to have my son growing up right next to me
Standing so tall and majestic for all the world to see
Raising him in a world with global warming is a lot more difficult today
Strong winds have caused him to lose a branch or two
His bravery and his survival instincts continue to shine through
I am so proud of him as he has allowed an eagle to use him to make his nest
I told him to establish strong roots and Mother Nature will look after the rest
Christmas is always an interesting time of the year
Some of us will be chosen by humans who want to decorate us to spread good cheer
To the squirrels who scurry up our trunks almost every day
Or that pesky little woodpecker that seems to wake us up every morning without delay
We are honored to have you join us as our guests
Feel free to throw down a blanket and have a picnic beside us
All we ask of you is that you please pick up your mess
How is it viable that life could alter the course,
from people to people?
What makes you quiver in the middle of the night
to play with my agony?
Until it is encircled by a wing of misery.
That has decayed when I embrace the gloom to reach you.
Even though I may find hillsides to be the Snowden,
As I scream out a chuckle, the humming torrent,
from the Empyreans stopped.
Be that they are on a brainless creative path, as this might,
What's more, there was a strand of the first dawn,
daylight as I got to it, In either case.
I can visually perceive an expanding synergy
within the grace before the murkiness
that Involves me in the dolefulness.
O, I love behaving with mate's optical discernment.
But whatever story could be, the enraged planet
Is making a beeline for the egress.
Forlorn, exhausted, paused, abstracted, and stress.
In a world full of velveteens placed overarches,
absurdity reigns supreme.
The Spectra in Solitude of even a Young Dreamer
With a dazzling sense of vision,
I'm expecting the end of the world.
To find my way into the norm of emotions, Withal.
I'm on my way to another light pole.
Where you make the most out of my verses.
Decorate my hardbound book with your scripts.
Dramatic Monologue poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Beata Agustin
2nd place contest winner
Date written: 02/26/2021
Dramatic Monologue
Edward Ibeh