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My shoes have been all around today
Let me call them Dorothy since I live in Kansas.
Dorothy has been sitting on the porch
While I wrote poetry
Just inches from where the raccoon mafia
Left the dead cat last night
Dorothy has walked the yard
As I fed the birds, which really means the squirrels
As their wily ways sneak most of the birdseed out
Before the cardinals and blue jay can get them.
Dorothy has been in and out of the art studio with me.
We have walked on glitter, paints, and sloppy brushes.
Dorothy has been in the car,
Where a multitude of germs have been deposited.
She is not afraid, for she knows nothing of pandemics or viruses.
Dorothy has been in and out of my bathroom, the kitchen,
The bedroom. She has been kicked into dark corners.
Dorothy has had her regular prissy-free day.
Tornado blew Dorothy Gale
Across Kansas, her house took sail
Landed with a bug THUMP
On evil witch's rump
I'll try to fill in some detail
Wicked witch got down and dirty
Saying, "I'll get you, my purty,
And your little dog, too.
You killed my sister shrew
Just outside Emerald City!"
Little Munchkins shouted, "HOORAY!"
Then, "Dorothy, go down that way
The road of yellow brick
Hurry, you must be quick
The cruel witch will make you pay!"
So, off she and pup, Toto went
Wondering where she had been sent
This place she couldn't stay
Kansas was far away
On getting home, she was hell bent
Along the way, she met these three
Scarecrow, lion, and tin man, he
was rusted, couldn't speak
Had need to take a leak
She oiled his 'parts' so he could pee
To the Wizard they had to go
Through a poppy field in the snow
For courage and a heart
Brain to make Scarecrow smart
To get Dorothy home, he'd know
But the wicked one said, "No fair!"
And sent her monkeys in the air
To kill the lot of them
It was utter mayhem!
Oh, We Oh. It caused quite a scare!
Toto proved the Wizard a fake
What a commotion that did make
What would Dorothy do?
Glenda to the rescue!
For the child, she did not forsake
She bid farewell to her new friends
The journey gave them dividends
She loved each one of them
But sadly, missed Aunt Em
Almost where this fairytale ends
Glenda waved her wand to entreat
Ruby slippers upon her feet
A click of the red heels
And Dorothy's appeals
She was back in Kansas, Toot Sweet!
"There is nothing to fear, except the persistent refusal to find out the truth." Dorothy Thompson
In the middle of the dark night
Even in his heart, fear gripped the knight
There's a killer loose eating cereal
Whose dead by a killer serial
We escaped to a private isle
I asked my girl to walk down the aisle
There we stayed at a fancy inn
But mostly we stayed close and in
My fianceé has a lovely scent
And doesn't mind, I don't have a cent
As we wile away a long hour
With dreams of one day much being ours
She's making fluffy biscuits of flour
Through the window, view of a flower
As she unties her apron knot
To go outside, asking why not
The cereal killer has an oar
She's seeing a clump of iron ore
The serial killer spies him
Decides to sing a happy hymn
Suddenly the cereal killer does hear
A loud, sudden move over here
The splitting of the oar of fir
As the cereal killer hits with a fur
OR
I could go on and not end
But since we stayed snuggled and in
I have run out of lies to tell
Or maybe need to write a long tale
Contest: Homophone Rhyme
Sponsor: Hat Bueckert
Date written: 10/23/2022
SLAPPY THE APPLE TREE OF OZ - WIZ
Dorothy and I go way back, don’t you know
and by the way I’m familiar with the bale of hay,
thundering tin can and the trembling kitty show.
At first they were hesitant to let me stay.
I had to pull my roots up from the ground,
put a cafeteria net in place to hold its yield,
then follow the yellow brick crowd ‘round and ‘round
and avoid a screaming witch out in the field.
She threatened to tear me limb from limb.
I stuck out my red tongue, told her to just try.
The knees of tin clattered together - poor him,
and dear Dorothy and her little dog let out a sigh.
I fell asleep standing in the poppy garden of snow.
My apples were nearly poisoned but I shielded them
before my eyes closed. Thankful for Glinda’s glow —
awakening even the brave one with his absent brain stem.
The growling yawn of the cowardly furball freaked me out.
I shook the diamondback crystals from my leaves and trunk.
Our Kansas girl led the way to Oz with a tree-mendous shout.
For the millionth time we grab arms and sing - this time in funk.
We reach the wonderfully luscious land of oz - green as my hair.
Begging audience of the wizard, he finally sees us.
I’m patient as he listens to the beggarly needs — a lion’s share.
I won’t bring myself down to their level - make a great fuss.
The wizard listens to this wizened curmudgeon tree.
I ask him for unending sweet apples without any worms.
And as he has done with the rusty-eyed gang, he makes a decree,
for he must give a long winded speech and make us squirm.
The only drawback is I must stand guard in this breezy courtyard —
a lookout for writings on the skywall that might jeopardize our lives.
Still, I am the crowned jewel, so humble, in this emerald vanguard.
We sang and danced our way down the yellow brick and survived.
10/29/2018
Off To See The Wizard Poetry Contest
Charles Messina - Sponsor
In the Wizard of Oz, Dorothy gets slapped by an apple tree. This is where I came up with his name :)
I have had my bourbon, and I have to admit
I feel feathery fine, refreshed, amazingly fit!
I am ready to tell you a story that will knock you out
Come sit closer, and I will share what I am about….
The pompous man was gob smacked this was the same guy
He almost walked past, not realizing the where or why.
I just needed a drink to get my wits back on track,
The boozer said, so grateful you had my back.
I was down in my cups, when a bad guy came by.
He hit me over the head, and made my brain sort of cry.
I was then rolled around in the alley for all of my cash.
They tore up my shutters and ran up my sash.
The listener could not believe this man’s transformation.
He was amazed at his new look, cause for a celebration.
It was his favorite cousin, Ezekiel, who had been missing for a week.
All cleaned up, he looked fantastic, nothing like last night’s freak.
I am glad you got the money, he told his kin so fine.
Let’s get you home, and tell your tale, cousin of mine.
You think the wife will buy it? Zeke asked, knowing Dorothy Lee.
Why wouldn’t she? Cousin asked him. I believed it totally.
Seven grandchildren, each studying their own science courses
I understand some of them, but am fuzzy about the other sources
astrology is being studied by Ellen, yes astrology
I think of her when I look into the sky; it interests me
Geology makes sense for Brian, he has collected rocks since five
But cryptology for Landon does not make sense or jive
He was never one to keep a confidence or demand privacy of any kind.
Biology makes sense for Dorothy, she has a plant-producing mind.
Drake who adores animals is going into thematic zoology
An herbalist, Jackie is studying of course, herbology
What about psychology? I ask, this was my study of choice.
No, I’m going into glossology, said my sassy granddaughter, Joyce.
Pathology? Psychology? Technology? I ask them and they laugh.
So many ologies, and none of them are taking the exact same path.
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'Give someone a smile, bring a little sunshine into their life' quote by Poet
Yellow is so uplifting it can chase the blues away
That’s why I love sunshine, it brightens up my day
Yellow are the sunflowers, which grow so very tall
I see their golden faces peering over my front wall
Yellow was the brick road walked on by Dorothy Gale
The Wizard of Oz film’s fantastic, a superb fairy tale
Yellow is the custard, served on Grandma’s apple pie
I much prefer cold ice cream, that fact I can’t deny
Yellow can also represent cowardice or jealousy
These two personality traits do not appeal to me!
Mr Wiz, Munchkin Land
Be so kind to lend a hand...
Cartwheeling cottage? how daft is that
Landed quite safely, all level and flat
Some midget fellow said, who else heard that
I think ‘Wicked Westie’ might just have gone splat
Tin men and lions and blokes full of straw
Red shoes and rainbows and bricks on the floor
Witches determined to lay down the law
Little dog yapping and blue birds galore
Lion so scared he’s effectively tame
Geezer wants ticker inside his tin frame
The chap with a head full of straw wants a brain
Dorothy wants to go home... shame
Old men and wizards, one and the same
Thinks Dottie’s plight is a bit of a game
hidden away in a small secret room
Tells her, ‘Go forth and fetch me a broom’
But Dot knows a half decent witch from up north
This tale’s full of witches and she’s third or fourth
With witches from east and west done up like kippers
The North witch gives Dottie the west witch’s slippers
Dimwit companions, each a good fellow
Prancing about on a road painted yellow
Keep Dottie safe from that nasty grim reaper
Present to the wizard the requisite sweeper
And lo, he's impressed and he loudly applauds her
But this dodgy wizard’s a bit of a fraudster
Spouts loads of stuff about going home soon
But then he clears off in his hot air balloon
The lion got brave and the scarecrow got clever
The tin man’s new heart might well beat forever
Ain’t no pleasing Dottie, she can’t go home, never
Them slippers, said Northy, click em together
So she clicked them together, those slippers in red
There’s no place like home she repeatedly said
Sounds like she might have been right off her head
But then she wakes up and shes home in her bed
And so, Mr Wiz, this may be remiss
But what do you think...
Could you film this?
16 November 2018
The bright light, plentiful mirrors
seemed more numerous here.
Miriam wondered whether music lessons
were part of her remuneration.
She thought of people,
the very first time she had played a duet-
a little running melody.. her own
part, a page of minims.
She heard nothing but her hard
loud minims to the end.
Someone said she had a nice firm touch
The piano should always remember the blue remark-
the piano had been unrecognizable,
she had learnt her pieces by heart
..alternately the notes, almost soundlessly.
At musicale evenings,
as winter had sung afresh the effects
she could not discover
the secret of the notes.
Suzanne Delaney
Found Poem
from Pointed Roofs
by Dorothy Miller Richardson