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Winter is a seasonal beauty; with her sparkling twinkling snow
Her frosting turns the landscape into a communal wedding cake.
She instigates thoughts in me I have not had since last winter.
I am inclined to make hot chili with jalapeno peppers.
Something hot to warm me inside while I marvel at the outside.
Fairies enter my mind as I stare into the all-encompassing whiteness.
I want to settle down with a good book and snuggle into my blankets.
But I like my job so another state of mind pushes this one out.
I locate my mittens, boots, scarf, fluffy coat and a face mask.
a face mask helps me avoid pneumonia in winter.
I slather myself with heavy coverings, so I can scrape my car.
the wipers are frozen tightly to the windshield
Watch out for black ice, a warning from the radio station.
As I maneuver my car out of my driveway I stare at winter.
Her beauty is disarming, but I understand her chameleon treachery.
I will be gritting my teeth until I arrive at my destination.
You being with me,
escapades wild and crazy.
Silliness and laughter
remembered after.
You, so mischievous
fun and frivolous.
Dreamed of deliciousness,
bewitching blissfulness.
You being with me,
escapades wild and crazy.
Sexy and sensual ,
spine-tingling festival.
Your dangerous grin,
angel eyes, devilish within.
Captivating, charming
dashingly disarming.
You being with me,
escapades wild and crazy.
Champagne effervescence
your soul's luminescence.
Like tapestry design
our threads intertwine.
Lively and sublime
you, my once in a lifetime.
Susan Ashley
July 23, 2017
Bronwyn the Barbaric amassed admirers
like oceans collect river-flow
Streams of suitors all tried to woo her
each determined to be her “best beau”
But our fair pirate queen was a fickle young lass
whose attention was hard to retain
She'd have no truck whatever with crude fellows crass
insisting they possess “half a brain”
She longed for a man both witty and charming
dressed rakishly jaunty and vogue
With manners debonair and smile disarming
('though a bit of a rascally rogue)
Few chaps could achieve these high standards, indeed
yet, one day she met him- and he did!
He was dashing, all agreed, on his wild stallion steed
a sight to behold- resplendent!
And Bronwyn herself, couldn't help but admire
this arrogant, haughty young blaggard
by the name of Beauregard Brody, Esquire
how he bragged, and blustered, and swaggered!
Sailing into his arms, Bronwyn swooned straight away
and they would've composed quite a pair
if only her dog hadn't got in the way
of their breathless and heated affair
Bronwyn's sidekick was a pup quite precocious
all beautifully soft, plush and furry
but she was surprisingly fierce and ferocious
sending most people off in a hurry
Yes, Hellion was a marvelous part-Husky pooch
with one eye brown, and one blue
who took great offense at each intimate smooch
with each snuggle, her distrust grew
Written on April 14, 2012
Hannah and Otto lived by a lake
In a house with an address of 8008.
Some nights they would kayak around and around
So quietly; there was nary a sound.
One night they heard an erie toot and some beeps
And rowed towards the sounds without making a peep.
They each gasped twice when they saw what was there.
It was Ogopogo coming up for air!
Ogopogo turned and smiled at them
They were both wowed; he seemed like a friend.
It turned out that he was quite civil and charming
His conversation was respectful and, therefore, disarming.
And at the end of the exchange, he asked, “Do you happen to know
Where my girlfriend, Loch Nessie, would possibly go?
I’ve been looking around this lake for centuries, it seems
And if I don’t find her soon, I will simply scream!”
Gail DeBole
Palindromes
Ogopogo
(There have been claimed sightings of Ogopogo, a Canadian Lake monster that is commonly described as a 40 to 50 ft. sea monster.)
Hannah
Otto
8008
Erie
Kayak
Toot
Peep
Note: Part of the Portrait Poetry Collection
Palindrome Mad Contest
Seventh Place
Social division of the major classes
Have me wondering whose cutting all the grasses
If I had a lawn I would mow
If I had a needle I would sow
Now is the time for disarming
Everything for everyone and everyone is the same
Yeah, I know you don't know me from beans
But Everything for everyone and everyone the same
Monetary compliances is just a tandem right a right to control
(people and greed)
If I have more than I can tell you "what so"
(guess you still don't know what I mean)
You have to listen to me because I'll always have what you need
World we need a change
One world nation with a King NO
Everything for everyone and everyone is the same
Yeah, I know you don't like me, but we're still the same
Funny thing I am a man no matter what shade my skin
My spiritual soul, has no color
When we die we all are bones
We'll deteriorate and go back to clay
Now every being is composed created by the Father
And every knee will bow, every tongue confess
If you don't believe it just die, then you'll be the witness
Now is the time for disarming
If I have more then I can tell you "what so" (isn't that charming)
Funny thing I am a man no matter what shade my skin is
world we need a change
My spiritual soul, has no color
we were all created as all brothers
By the all mighty God the Father
Everything for everyone and everyone is the same
This I believe in Jesus name
share this with a enemy and a friend
speak it, receive it, believe it....AMEN
from anthology "Strong Faith"
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
10/05/17
What if I can see it, smell it, almost touch it,
That gilded throne where I will proudly sit,
Would people think me mad,
Is my ambition so preposterous and bad.
And why not me, have I not earned this crown,
Someone not worthy of that queenly gown,
Bejeweled and composed for all to see,
My vassals all around, bowing deep to me.
Naysayers bleat I'm just an empty ship,
With lights and streamers pretending to be hip,
Without a cargo or destination clear,
Sailing in circles relying on the wind to steer.
But if we're given to analogies, what if I were a Trojan horse,
With clear intent and undisputed course,
Where guile and purpose rule the day,
The aim to soundly win not merely one to play.
Demean and underrate me at your peril,
I can pivot between angel and pure devil,
While my laugh is designed to be disarming,
It masks a side of me considerably less charming.
Everything I've wanted I've achieved,
A trajectory few would have believed,
Do you think I'll stop at this last jump,
And in so doing fully flatten Trump?
Cinnamon dreams aren’t spun with sugar;
Far too spicy for an ounce of sweet,
they are swirled with a magical purr;
Hearing buttery speech you’ll infer
it’s much more than a sumptuous treat;
Cinnamon dreams aren’t spun with sugar;
Not too much glut is what you prefer;
On this diet you’re able to cheat,
they are swirled with a magical purr;
Somewhat of a high-end connoisseur,
their taste is on par with the elite;
Cinnamon dreams aren’t spun with sugar;
All natural, authentic, and pure
a label void of any deceit;
They are swirled with a magical purr;
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Keep it disarming and yet discreet.
Cinnamon dreams aren’t spun with sugar,
they are swirled with a magical purr.
expectations blurred the page
of motherhood. I thought it through,
each point of view. My plans were laid
a shade of pink, a hue so new
would come upon the heels of two
who sketched my world with shades of blue
I'd framed her world for my display
a trophy of my fantasy
chiseled clear, I saw it all,
beyond the stage of snakes and snails
growing boys, trucks and toys
tossed across my pregnant form
doing mindless daily chores, I crafted dreams
rehearsed the themes, disarming tales of nursery rhymes
I'd plan her life to suit my theme
but, who was I to redesign
a perfect child, I thought I owned?
sowing selfish schemes, she'd be
cloned to be a form of me - I'd live my dream
through her, all mine, to hone, redo
a mother's fragile paper doll
I did lose sight of destiny
compared, alike, - we shared a trace
resemblance of hair and face
presumptions swept between the lines
she was not meant to be defined
this child of God withheld her dreams
of ways to make the stars align
this aquamarine was never mine
what stirred her heart - vast worlds apart
she felt the sun within her soul
and thus, I've learned
I must let go
she must be free, not who I own
I've closed a chapter to that book
one looks in awe, as she became
a person who can touch the soul
beyond my dreams, she brings to all
a million lights, they've never seen before
emerging stars are bright with gold
hers comes alive. old dreams are cold
no two alike, as it should be
each one a star with different poles
I've owned the fear of letting go
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4/20/16
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As the Lord holds me up, I look up and praise His Name
I think of His Cup in so suffering and dying for my shame
And as my Armor now wears thin as the enemies attack
When in God's Name one so bares in knowing how I lack
Each shot more disarming with weapons from far and wide
But with that, who are they harming in the ways they tried
And the bigger perspective in the total decay of all mankind
Always expected to just live amongst all the trash we mined
But there is always a Way when it is Christ that you put first
In such days I pray. Oh Lord Jesus how You quench my thirst
The Armor He will replace as You've grown out of the old one
Knowing Him you just see His Grace sending us His Only Son
I could gossip and complain and get so caught up in that mess
But really I just need to stay sane and allow the Lord to Bless
As He so often lets me realize blessing us all beyond any belief
I really have to open my eyes and stop complaining about such grief
Roses are my favorite flower I really must admit.
I've planted them all over and they really are a hit.
I've reds and yellows, coral too, the pinks and whites are charming,
And when I sit among them the scene is quite disarming.
The other flowers growing there add variety to the scene,
Drawing butterflies and humming birds and bees and other things,
That make my garden come alive with things that hum and sing,
And I wonder at the magic that surrounds me as I dream,
Here in my garden paradise where no evil is allowed;
Where I repose unhindered and watch the drifting clouds,
As they float by and change their shape revealing just to me,
Hidden pictures here and there as they shift on an azure sea.
All my trials and consternation are inconsequent it seems,
As I lie here in my garden and relax awhile and dream.
The sun shines warm upon me, the breeze tickles my skin,
Cooling me and soothing me and calming me within.
Relaxing all my muscles, my tension slips away,
As bird song trills above me making my heart feel gay.
At last I'm feeling better, mind cleared my fears allayed,
I return, pick up the gauntlet once more to face the day.
Whatever is in store for me, whatever this day holds,
God will help me handle it as His wisdom He unfolds.
If we let Him lead the way with truth our feet are shod.
There's nothing we can't handle together with our God.