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It is sleepy time little one, today, all your playing is now done. Tomorrow you will have more fun, you will be up early like the big yellow sun. You and puppy can play and run, you may even make a home run.
Date Written: 4/19/2021
1 Place
Nursery Rhyme 5 Poetry
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Autumn leaves in mid-day sunlight swirl down, crimson
and golden brown, from atop the sugar maple trees crown.
Fisher, a six-year-old boy, with fine fiery red curls like maple leaves,
angelic almond shape emerald green eyes, and freckle chubby cheeks
the color of blush wine, in a white tee, blue overalls, and boots;
full of sunshine laughter and mischief.
He runs and kicks the leaves around, as squirrels scamper up the tree.
Russell, his cinnamon and white basset hound, spins round and round,
jumping up and down, barking at the squirrels.
Fisher trips and falls; as he runs to catch up with his hound.
With tears pooling in his wide frighten eyes, his little lips begin to quiver;
yells out for his hound.
Russell raises his ears and cocks his head as he hears his name.
Russell wags his tail and runs, up to his master's lap,
licks him full of kisses, giving him a joyful smile.
9/28/2021
''Q'' Contest, New Only Poetry Contest
6. quiver
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Poor old Mr. Perry,
Became a lowly pawn;
His ugly neighbor's dog,
Kept poopin' on his lawn
Big ol' piles of logs,
Standing inches high;
An odor so vile and funky,
You'd swear you're gonna die!
Retrieving the morning paper,
Would make him gag and yield;
Dodging mounds of doo,
Was like a wicked mine field!
"Keep your dog off my lawn"
The old man kindly begged;
The dog walked up and growled,
Then peed down Perry's leg!
That was the final straw!
It was time to sink the axe;
Perry hatched a wicked plot,
A box of chocolate Ex-Lax!!
Early one Friday morning,
Just at the break of dawn;
There appeared that ugly dog,
Ready to poop on his lawn
A big ol' bowl of grub,
Enough to swell a horse;
Perry smiled as he woofed it down,
Nature would take its course!
The mutt took his daily poop,
Went back from where he came;
The sands of time were calling,
His neighbor would go insane!
An hour or so had passed,
No one made a sound;
All of a sudden, there's cussing,
"Get out, you mangy hound!!"
The scheme worked as planned,
Crap sprayed the floors and walls;
His neighbor's house was a rotten mess,
Funk had decked the halls!
Old Perry was the victor,
At last, he found his peace;
That rotten dog kept off his lawn,
The poopin' finally ceased!
He wears a bandana and smells
worse than an unkept dog with a horrible breath;
I heard rumors that he sleeps
in a garage, where dogs are infested with fleas.
He drives a station wagon emitting strong fumes,
does he ever change his engine oil or let it burn 'until the engine
stops running? He shows no blush of shame, but curses more than
a truck driver while he sits still and counts his woes.
The hungry dogs bark and peak out of the car windows,
seeing angry faces and hands waving at close distance...
the defiant driver refuses to come out of the broken-down car,
and with raggae music blasting, he gives them the finger.
Only a bigot could act in such a disrespectful way
as fury increases and every driver blows the horn constantly,
but too much air noise gets pedestrians tense, and one of them
calls police on his cell phone...they come and arrest him.
And he still smells in that cell cramped with criminals and offenders,
he even had the guts to ask one of the officers to bring in his dogs!
Oh, filthy, unhygienic guy they should hand you soap and towel,
instead of keeping you in there and make everybody yell!
I went out back
And sat
On a stone bench
To watch the sun set
Just before 5:00 on Winter Solstice
The cold stung the skin of my Levis
Then fit the back of my ass and legs
Like a saddle of numb
There’s no frost line in the ground
So my dog’s paws were dark as leather gloves
His golden face and pink tongue
Speckled black from chasing his ball
Through the mud
Steam puffing
From his panting mouth
Like a choo choo train
Climbing a hill
Fogs up my glasses
The Engineer
As he begs for another toss
Past
The fallen autumn limbs
Stabbing the ground
Like reindeer antlers at the end of rut
Dropped off from their master’s heads
Their use for the year
Abandoned
As the night pours over
The vanilla day
Like a hot fudge sundae
The red coat of Santa
A shiny cherry
Lit
Up there
On our roof top
Ho ho hoing
To the longest night of the year
It’s time for me to go inside
Warm up by a fire
Let my dog rest his head in my lap
As we listen to the old crooners
Wind down the world with Christmas carols
So very very slowly.
I want to write to you, but I don't know what to say.
Fall is here and winter is coming fast, I am wearing the orange sweater you like to stay warm.
My best friend Sparky, he is here by my side.
I don't know what else to say, I am almost out of ink.
So guess it is goodbye for now, hope you are back home soon.
Date 9/30/2019 Written #2 picture for contest
Third Place 10/21/2019 Realism Art Contest Judged: 10/21/2019 Sponsored by: Eve Roper Realism Art-I Want To Write To You
He stood on the street corner
Having a much needed smoke
Somehow we got chatting
And he told me a joke
And i started laughing
The way that you do
He looked at me smiling
And started laughing too
And his dog laughed too.
It became a habit
Ever after that
Every morning I’d stop
For a little chat
And listen to any joke
That he would tell
His supply seemed endless
And he told them so well
And his dog laughed too.
One day I saw the dog
Out with another guy
So I said hello to him
And I asked him why.
He said he was standing in
His dad had had a stroke
So I sent my best wishes
And I really missed his joke
And his dog just looked sad.
I asked about him every day
Was told he was improving
Was chafing at the bit to
Get his recovery moving.
I was so pleased to hear
Of progress like that
For I really missed
His joke and our chat
And his dog looked optimistic.
Then one day I saw him back
Standing there having a smoke
I bid him a good to see you
I’ve missed your daily joke.
We both laughed uproariously
As he told me his latest one
And the dog wagged his tail
All signs of sadness gone
And his dog laughed too.
With his droopy eyes; still
Saddened...by the unknown
I see in his face...loneliness
When I left him, confusion over-load
Nor did he ever know,
Would I ever return
I could still hear him as I waved driving away
I could still see his wandering eyes through the bay window
He was ever so happy
When finally...
I returned
Home
Our best friends never know if when we leave...when and if we would ever return. Dogs sense when we part for a few days, on vacation, work duty...or some other reason. But when we come home...it's pure joy and happiness for them...and likewise
Aged man walks on the busy street
Beyond his ability to cross
Cane in hand, old friends he needs to meet
Delayed by rain, worried about loss
Earlier, he fell into a hole
Finding out he damaged his right leg
Good that he didn't hurt body whole
Heading to the market for an egg
In the dark of the night without light
Just then, he saw a mean dog and swayed
Knowing fully well the turn is tight
Lingering for a moment, dismayed
Managed to lose his footing on ground
Neck deep in marshy land off the road
On witnessing the scene the dog frowned
Prepared to attack but turned and slowed
Questions stormed the old man's fevered mind
Reminding him of his old weakness
Should he shout for help or wait to find
The dog's aggression or its meekness
Until the dog heard sounds of people
Viciously running towards the ditch
With clubs and sticks making it feeble
Xbox games came to mind was it dog, b tch?
Yet, whatever, it did not relent
Zeal is good, finally, it was bent
At last, he was saved from emboggment
But he never learned what was meant
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Off his leash, he escapes,
diving under a chair.
Through each room of our house,
he darts here; he darts there.
Little scamp can’t be caught.
He careens crazily.
For his collar I reach,
but he dashes from me.
To his food dish he goes,
Ah! My time has now come.
He is back on the leash
and unable to run.
I know our puppy will calm down in time.
We find his toys and bones he likes to bite.
We gently rub his tummy as he lies
beside us with the coming of the night.
Lullaby, Doggie.
Lay down your head.
Sweet dreams for our Snickers
asleep on our bed.
for the Contest: Rock Me Around the Clock or Rock Me to Sleep--
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