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Flamboyant, fabulous fall waits in the wings
As sultry summer gradually winds down,
Losing strength to chilly changes September brings,
Leaving lovers of long hot days wearing a frown.
Delights await those who favor fall.
Exciting festivals and special days
Enliven our spirits. Outdoor scenes enthrall,
Pleasing the eye with vast, colorful arrays,
Inspiring, serving as poet’s and painter’s muse.
Nature lends progressively less daylight.
Trick-or-treaters have cute costumes to choose,
Ornate orange bags or buckets—adorable sight--
And sweets to eat on Halloween night.
Umber earth is rendered white by frost, then snow.
Thanksgiving feasts and football are November fare.
Ultimate fall plans center around coming yuletide glow.
Merry Christmas! Gather; gifts and blessings, share.
Now winter waits with a new year in tow.
September 26, 2020
Contest: Pick-a-Title, Seasonal Acrostic, Choice: Fall Deep into Autumn
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
January 11, 2021
entered the Podium Placing Promise (6) Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Twas the Night before Christmas
When the winds started howling
We left Santa a plate of biscuits
Hoping he wouldn’t start growling
It was typically a wonderful night
But who could tell what would come
Not everyone was filled with delight
There was Uncle Sam who was glum
Santa would be here before we knew
And all the gifts would be there for us
Later on we could eat mutton stew
For all I knew it would be superfluous
Afterall, who could eat on this special day
There was much too much to undertake
All most of us cared to do was try to play
Besides all that, I much preferred steak
Santa’s meal sat beside the tree on a table
Awaiting the moment when he came in
Never coming down the chimney of our gable
Since he’d been stuck there by his shin
I wondered what Santa would say when he saw
All those biscuits replacing the sugar cookies
In hopes of giving Santa a better diet after the thaw
So he’d make it down chimneys with the goodies
No doubt, Santa would probably miss the sweet
But hopefully he’d see that we were making him fit
And that we honestly weren’t trying to cheat
Surely Santa was too fat and he’d have to admit
When we awoke on Christmas morning that year
We were all surprised with the gifts we’d received
A treadmill, a fitbit and all sorts of gym gear
Santa had definitely taught us about being deceived
November 20, 2019
The Night Before 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
I joined the Brownies when I was seven
Oh what fun I was in seventh heaven
Having fun and making new friends
But in the Brownies my life almost ends
We were doing badges - this particular one was for swimming
I wasn’t a strong swimmer and was having lessons
We sat on edge of the baths in our costumes and hats
Then we had to swim along the side of the middle of the pool
To gain our badge we had to swim a width all the way across
I’d only ever swum in the shallow end before
But everyone else was swimming across…
So I started off… got halfway across…
And then I got into trouble
Began to go under the water…
Down
Down
Down
I sank to the bottom of the pool
Two men dived in to save me
My parents were frantic
They had been watching me ‘swim’
And were sitting upstairs on the balcony
Unfolding before their very eyes
Was their worse nightmare
Thankfully these two men saved my life
All I can remember was being rather ill at the side of the pool
As the water came gushing out of me
One memory I have is of being given chocolate buttons to eat on the way home
AND
I was awarded by Brownie badge – guess it was out of guilt
I never did complete that width.
Now I am scared of deep water
If anyone asks me if I can swim…
I say ‘yes’… like a stone!
11~02~14
Contest: Near Death Or Near Life Experience
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Dance by the Fire
My dear, my dear, I fear…
It has been years and years.
I will not let that stop me.
The candle in the window is lit.
The children are gone…
home.
The lights on the tree, sparkle.
The scent is a mixture of can pine,
and Golden candle?
(You took me to the candle store…
I tried to pay attention. I was lost, as I will be,
even more so, when you are not here, with me.)
Leave the dishes, I will do them.
I will throw them out. I don’t care.
We will eat on paper plates, or I will buy…
new fine china…
I don’t care, I am Fred Astaire.
Come here my love,
I long to have you in my arms.
The logs crackle down low, but I am not done.
I will kick it back up, unless you are tired.
That is okay.
Then we can dance slower,
and I will hold you up against…
me.
I will never let you fall.
I would fall for you,
further…
If God would,
just let…
me.
Oh! How great our existence is only a rolling ball,
We're birthed to
Cry by self at birth or forced to cry.
Suck and dependent,
Start talking and mingle,
Crawl and dependent,
Walk by self or force to walk,
Dine and eat on parent's bill,
Attend schools or go vocational,
Graduate and work,
Search and date,
Wedding introduction and marriage,
Or decide to remain single,
Enjoy life or otherwise.
The stage of total independence.
Religious or diabolical,
Ruled by greed or selflessness,
Give birth or barren,
Grow gray and agile or weak,
Then several symptoms set in,
Get from children or being totally ignored.
Back to the total dependence,
Suck from the past fruits,
Weak and die,
That all mourn and cry.
Vanity upon vanity
All is vanity so says the wise.
Brother for sale.
I'll deliver him too.
I can send in the mail,
Wrapped in yellow or blue.
He's water potty-trained now,
But that can change in a day.
He'll be bundled with Oreos,
So he can eat on the way.
I can mail him by truck, car, or plane.
He's coming with stuff, his favorite toy train.
He's coming character-recommended, highly by me.
He's a pretty good brother, who is almost three.
We need him back when you get him trained.
We simply cannot seem to get through to his little brain.
That when he has to poop, hiding is no good.
Please train him to use the potty with solids, if you could.
Then send him back, to his crazy, loving home.
And this shall be the end of this tiny poem.
Fathers Day
A melancholia has crept into this day,.
and into the dreams of the days that follow.
To bed I went, knocked out by the final blow
to this friendship, a friend I just do not know.
A friend who just cannot seem to find mellow.
I awoke to little hope, explanations ?, no way
was I to feel the presence of my little Girls
as thoughts of them , through my brain swirls.
For a brief moment, the phone rings, few words,
from my youngest, it was Melanie, that I heard
offer an acknowledgement of my fatherly position.
Silence comes to my ear, I wonder, I have suspicion
that maybe I just do not deserve this to be my day.
A father – they may feel and rightly so – no way !
Lift that bale, tote that barge, drive that van
and so, for Joyce, for Share, I do the best I can.
Supper I make and eat on my own.
From family, I am left alone
and so, along the river I walk.
A few humans – homeless – I talk
with for a minute or two, leave the Pitt,
on my way, say goodbye to Spirit
and all her cronies
as thoughts of the phonies
I have come to know
as onward, towards home I go
to a night of movies on television,
thoughts of my Children, - in my vision,
my dreams – and all I did not give
to my, Beautiful Girls, of myself.
A little man, a thoughtless elf
is all that I seem to be, to live.
Fathers Day, a day for real fathers,
not a day for a name, for men like me
and this is what today has me see
as to why it is empty of my Daughters
B. J. “A” 2
June 21st 2004
By Michael Liguori and Robert Liguori
Dagwood Bumstead
Probably has been in the company of broccoli
We know that he and Blondie like to Eat
Tarzan most likely has been in the company of broccoli
Especially in the Jungle, everything grows there
Batman and Robin eat on the down low, they have probably seen a little cold broccoli when fighting Mr. Freeze
the cast of Archie Bunker often eats on the show
Do they love broccoli?
I do not know
Ask Meathead when you see him
I want to know who reading this adores broccoli
You can eat broccoli, so many different ways,
Broccoli likes to float in cheddar cheese soup it seems
Has anyone ever put barbecue sauce on broccoli?
How about deep fried breaded broccoli
Then dipping it in a bowl of barbecue sauce
Wouldn’t that be fantastic?
And so healthy!
I have on occasion eaten barbecue ribs
Made for me by the local Asian market place
Delicious
Is a barbecue rib the same thing as breaded deep fried broccoli covered in barbecue sauce?
No, I don’t think so
Because I just invented breaded, deep-fried, barbecue broccoli
Wow, doesn’t that read as deliciousness !?!
?
YELLOW
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Yellow stars are quickly receding, as I’ve always known they would.
Yellow is the sun touching the eastern sky adding color to the neighborhood.
Yellow is the warmth of mellow sunshine, mid woodland songs and cries.
Yellow is the egg yolk and buttery toast I eat on the porch watching butterflies.
Yellow is the morning of marigolds and sun, watching as the magenta finally fades.
Yellow is the frenzied canary who sits upon my rooftop and stays.
Yellow are the wheat fields underneath transparent, cerulean skies.
Yellow are the gigantic sunflowers standing at attention, vigilant sentries with black eyes.
Yellow are those scented hours, wishing they would never end,
Yellow is the beauty of seasonal colors upon which I’ve learnt to depend.
Yellow are nature’s melodies played on a loop celebrating the rising sun.
Yellow is this memorable day of days with its treasured life hardly begun.
I feel suspicious of those who walk by
And glance at me with sweet smiles
As I have had poison hurled upon my face
By those who would deem to tell me
That my new clothes look so nice on me!
I feel impatient,
While waiting for what is to come
I have been yearning for same
Since months and their realisation
Seems to be taking ages,
Bidding me to feel so bored when
I sit in my secret garden and smell
The sweet aroma of my favourite flowers!
I feel weak
As my body has entered into the old age process
Pushing me to adjust my routine;
No more can I walk for two hours
No more can I claim intense fitness
Rather, I now have to take supplements
And make sure I eat on time
And get enough rest!
I feel grateful
At the many opportunities that life
Has given to me
Even if I wish for more so as
To be the best version of what I can be!
I feel calmed though
At reading spiritual verses
Enouncing of the many blunders
That await me in this world
While painting the many perfections
Of the spiritual one
I feel calmed
And tell myself
That I am an ocean;
Sometimes raging, sometimes polluted,
Sometimes calm and all I have to do
Is to move along with the many tides
That ebb through me!
21 Jan 2023