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My vision this is Freya in her house;
a pastoral tranquility the sound
surrounding pretty Freya and her spouse.
A gentle cloud, she floats around and round,
moves room to room, and drifts upstairs to down.
She has no need to fret or rush about.
A countess she can be and don a gown;
inside her ballroom dance and not go out.
And in a garden spot, when troubles mount,
perhaps she sits; for solace, writes, head bowed
or dips a brush in paint, and by her count
is showered with the all that love’s allowed.
For in the lovely manor, on its grounds,
imaginings and dreams can know no bounds.
Written 7/7/14; Freya is a real person I know; but her manor is my imagining.
For Elly's Encore - anonymous positive new sonnet contest
Gorgeous gobbledygook in a babe’s mouth
— masticates with angelic appetite.
From your mouth to his hearty-grumbling ear,
the stomach of his mind chews up the light,
spits out uncomprehended-oatmeal curd,
but favors the cadence of rolling tongue.
The surge of warmth in the sound of “Ma-ma,”
and often the playful silliness, strung
on a baby’s beads, tickle the tired lead.
Like an emaciated bear, he points
to the people and things he longs to pop
in his potato-famine mouth. His joints
well-oiled, never spoiled - the silver spoons’ croon.
He tastes the bittersweet of maturity.
Hears the crude erupting sounds in their vowels,
ferocious consonants - he chants with glee.
He knows not the shock value but learns quick
by the unhinged jaw drop of his mentor.
Did they think he would not repeat such pluck?
He spits out appleseeds - wormy encore.
7/31/2021
Anything You Want
Sponsor: Chantelle Cooke
*Pluck - guts, nerve, fortitude or persistance (definitions.net)
The beats coming from below
In my heart are very slow
Because it can't find someone
Who won't cheat, use me or run
There has to be a guy somewhere
Who can show me what true care
Really is and stay with me
Not leaving me as gloomy
Like the others from before
I just want a great encore
With love and kisses so sweet
A huge supply that wont deplete
And stay full for all of time
Like a love song full of rhyme
That touches your heart and soul
Filling up a dark deep hole
Left by other tunes of sadness
I need someone to end this madness
Singing my heart a love song
That will last a lifetime long
So I can drown out the bad ones
That were out of tune---not fun
Enjoying happy melodies
That say you will never leave
Two naked bodies lying face to face
Conversing silently locked eye to eye
He gently pulls away from her embrace
His loving touch exudes her ardent sigh
The rhythm of the moment had begun
Entangling arms and legs the stillness breaks
Like dancers moving gracefully as one
They share hot burning fires of give and take
As rapture comes she shudders in his arms
His perspiration falls like summer rain
Encore performance rings a new alarm
With tender kisses he assures no shame
The glowing coals are banked for warmth at night
Slow burning flame will rise with morning light
by Daniel turner
High-ho! High-ho! High-ho!
it’s off to the pub and gig we go
Willy Wonka ticket stubs in our hand
on our way to see the band
Climb the fence, jump the turnstiles
into the crowd down the aisles
See the arena, upon the stage behold
the lights, cables, speakers, and scaffold
Part the red sea of people in our sway
with thy staff and lead the way
Under the stars on the speedway rings
inside the gates of Western Springs
Our coats filled with smuggled beer
or a leaky wine bladder for all to share
Roll a big old doobie ziggin’ and zaggin’
so we may puff the magic dragon
“Roll another one just like the other one”
and blow me a smokin’ shotgun
“You been holdin’ on to it
and I sure would like a hit”
Soon as house lights dim and intro fades
it’s time to storm the barricades
Microphones and amps wired for sound
flares burn, the drums pound
The voice, the music, the riffs, the licks
the blazin’ set, the pyrotechnics
Have a swig and have a blow
and sit back and enjoy the show
Now breathe in the atmosphere
the chill, the sweat, the smoky air
"Hey, don’t bogart that joint my friend
pass it over to me again"
And when it’s all over yell out for more
for a final wild and rockin’ encore
And watch the girls backstage queue
in their lipstick and heels for the crew
Where High ho! High ho! In a limo
off to do the band high hos go!
Written: May 2015
YEARN
Are you morose ? Are you a loner?
Why pushing yourself in a corner?
Why behaving as silent mourner ?
Yearn acting as entrepreneur.
Lamenting in solitary shore!
Boundless ocean is yet to explore.
Loneliness of mind you must ignore!
Aim ambition to achieve encore.
Drinking wishes, sinking in blank gaze!
Despondency you are to erase.
Let pearly passion to bloom and blaze.
Yearn for the best ! Dynamism to raise.
Apprehending your journey at stake ?
Is your humble heart about to break ?
Lavender love ended, seemed as fake ?
Let dormant desires get awake.
Never sit stagnant acting lazy.
Venturing rational or crazy,
always be active running busy.
Feelings to be smooth,, not uneasy.
Carry confidence for future fate,
throughout your life in every aspect.
Self dependence is your strong asset.
Yearn earnest to acquire the best,
05/05/2023
Writing Challenge words "Y"
Contest by Constance La France
Here They Come
Reflecting on When They Won
It Is the Raiders Who Are Now Living Here
To Allow Las Vegas To Let Out A Devious Cheer
Jon Gruden Known as Chucky
Will Hope to Roll Those TD Sevens to Be Lucky
Then There Is Derek Carr In the Driver’s Seat
Looking to Take Down Their Football Guest in The Desert Heat
Las Vegas Gave A Piece of Land
To A Well-Known Brand
That May Import the Oakland Fan
Wanting to Keep That Summer Suntan
They Wear Their Silver and Black
Ready to Defend the Gridiron Attack
From LA, KC and Denver, They Will Arrive
Trying to Come Up with That Weekend Lie
Yeah, We Know How to Beat Vegas, They Will Say
Until Check Out Time When the Raiderette Working Registration Requests for The Pay
At Least Eight Times the Visitor Will Get Room Service
Before Getting to The Stadium Where They Will Be Nervous
Through Thick and Thin
Remember What the Hotel Says Wynn Encore Wynn
With All This California Stuff Buried in The Past
Raiders Will Not Be in Last
They Will Ride the Bronco at Gilleys
Get Charged Inside Wet and Willies
And When It Comes to The Chiefs
There Will Be No Relief
For All This to Work
We Must Take Our Fork
From That Imaginary Devil
And Rise to The Raider Level
Into my future, If I get a sudden chance to peep
I'd choose my ninety-fourth birthday hoping am still alive
My mother left us at that ripe age while still in good health
not live long, but I'd be happy to witness the scene live
It is not my desire to be a freaky immortal
From ninety-four, it's Test Cricket, just singles with my bat
I wish to see what things would be on that momentous day
And to score a grand century is what I'm aiming at
I need to be ethereally there cutting the cake
With my wife, those who matter, egging me for an encore
All of us encouraging and back-patting each other
It's what I want to see in future, and what years I score
My ninety-fourth birthday event is what I want to see
But I also know that life is cruel and a known tease
We can never know when and where our breath will be snuffed out
When we shall dance, sing and when our life will come to a cease
Clutching at straws — to be willing to try anything to improve a difficult or unsatisfactory situation, even if it has little chance of success
“And Then He Will Carry Me Away To His Castle, Where We Will Live Happily Ever After.” Snow White from Disney’s Snow White
“Go on, have a bite” Evil Queen from Disney’s Snow White
UPSTAGED
I’m caught in mask, witch-green, a cleansing face.
He hooked his chin in mirror’s reflection.
Instead of me - he sought - his own embrace.
This marriage once a snow-white complexion.
Deciding to wear my wealth of jewels,
my ace high heels, a great big smile, and wink.
I try my bag of tricks from beauty school,
clutching at straws, but he didn’t even blink.
Then he saw me, I’m beautiful once more,
renewed by morning light. His aftershave
a lie - I bite! Left dizzy for encore,
he ends us. His fate’s looking pretty grave.
The magic mirror’s slap upstaged queen’s man.
Knocked into kingdom come— ends princely span.
9/15/2020
Contest - CLUTCHING AT STRAWS
Sponsor - Kai Michael Neumann
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The beats coming from below
In my heart are very slow
Because it can't find someone
Who won't cheat, use me or run
There has to be a guy somewhere
Who can show me what true care
Really is and stay with me
Not leaving me as gloomy
Like the others from before
I just want a great encore
With love and kisses so sweet
A huge supply that wont deplete
And stay full for all of time
Like a love song full of rhyme
That touches your heart and soul
Filling up a dark deep hole
Left by other tunes of sadness
I need someone to end this madness
Singing my heart a love song
That will last a lifetime long
So I can drown out the bad ones
That were out of tune---not fun
Enjoying happy melodies
That say you will never leave