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Merry Elves, exhausted delivering gifts,
decided to accomplish pretty swift
get their toughest job done..
for cute children to have fun,
with incredible toys, hard to resist.
Damian and Ashwin's, Elves opened door,
the boys had been diligent doing chores,
total silence, they’re in bed...
children and pets - "great" Elves said..
"What's shining bright and tempting on the floor!"
"Ha! An open brand new Pokémon game,
why don't we have some good fun - none will blame",
they all left in a rush when...
mommy summoned the children,
lucky day for Elves, perfect time they came!
Elves were super excited, thrilled to play,
when children were fast asleep, they sure may,
Santa would not know a bit,
what they are up to...a kit,
best chance for them to enjoy right away!
Damian's Fish gazed at them from the bowl,
a Guppy who listens to Rock n' Roll,
Elves didn't mind the swimming fish,
Finally met secret wish...
"who cares a fish..no other watching soul!"
November 24, 2022
For "Children's Limerick" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper
syllables (10-10-7-7-10) in every stanza checked by HMS.com
rhymes checked by Rhymezone.com
SECOND PLACE
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. . . someone like me, sultry and carefree,
becomes excited in tender moments,
simply
anticipating spring, the silhouette of summer
warmth leaves me breathless, and
seasons never cease to be expressive and please
perhaps i’ll imagine the possibilities,
beyond this sweet ache
do you understand the feeling of being windswept,
how i long to escape and frolic ?
( to linger in days of seagulls and sand,
salty air dancing upon luscious lips,
. . . sighing as the moonlight twists its fingertips
through my dirty blonde hair -
tangling its glow, softly and slow
as waves welcome me, in pure ecstasy )
perhaps i’ll imagine the possibilities,
beyond this sweet ache
- - under a pink umbrella basking,
absorbing the radiant atmosphere,
with creamy coconut lotion on sun-kissed skin,
while sculpting sandcastles unevenly, as the tide moves in - -
*sand in sandals *
even the wind, with its soothing melody,
moves distant clouds my way, in hopes to soothe me
perhaps i’ll imagine the possibilities,
beyond this sweet ache
. . . to finally feel, only you
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~ A Romantic Scribble ~
(Longing for warmth)
. . . The season, or your touch ? ? ?
Perhaps both
Independence Day has come and gone....
All magic has been trucked away to come again another day
Sweltering, yet, in the dewy lawn,
is the fragrance of burnt offerings....
hovering low like a old gray ghost,
vast over the Riverside Park
In the still, early dawn, that now murmurs like a whisper...
Where evening throngs and
voices of oohs and aahhs were heard just hours before...
Where excited eyes glistened and reflected a night's sky alive with fire
A solemn morning of chattering squirrels
remain the only sign of life
as they nibble on pieces of hot dogs, or popcorn hiding in the grass
Morning air is cool and damp
Park benches, a bandstand, hilly mounds of grass and a playground
abandoned, barren and lonely...
The day appears to be wearing mourning clothes
Of candy wrappers, watermelon rinds, mustard coated paper plates
spent sparklers, fire crackers, one lone sneaker....
Where hours ago, radios played, laughter, cheering, hooting, jeering,
deafening man-made thunder made babies cry,
dogs tremble, children clap their hands over ears
Now there sprawls a silent, somber dawn
The only music in early morning light...
comes from a slight breeze that stirs
a tossed Pepsi paper cup
as it clatters a pop, pop, popping tune...
hopping among the dried, brown leaves down an empty sidewalk....
Heavy backpack
on sure pavement.
Travel purse, crisscrossing
my sternum.
Following faithfully behind,
or nearby,
my spouse’s steady pace;
so excited.
We are in Frankfurt;
soon we’ll be inside the museum.
This was a side trip.
We saw that we would be clanging through.
The train would stop,
as all trains do,
at certain spots.
So excited!
What wonderful artwork will be
inside?!
Suddenly
I fly -
splat…
There was a trap;
An upturned frown.
I hit the ground
hard.
Zipped up, in my bubble jacket,
hood up,
in shock.
I will fast forward -
we see first
the “Good Samaritan.”
I’m on the ground,
in pain and panic.
A faceless man,
along with my man,
helps me up.
I never saw his face.
He hardly saw mine.
I’ll never forget his care;
sounds simple I know.
The only injury was to my ribs.
My purse stabbed me
with sunglasses, cellphone and small journal.
Could have saved me from worse disaster…
Though I hit the thumb side of my fist
and my knee, neither bothered me.
I could breathe.
No outside bruise.
No need for emergency room.
Just static…you know.
It gets better every day;
and I have a story to tell
about
how I am thankful.
Through my window pierce first spry rays of sun
tingling energy hovers over me
like a coat waiting for a day of fun
effervescence tickles my skin with glee
Eyes shut tight I let myself be nudged by
a giggly infantry of mini faeries
aided by a mischievous butterfly
together keen to take on the breeze
As my eyes brush off the teasing sunrays
I linger in every precious moment
fresh morn air percolates in spite my laze
coaxes me to greet the sublime ascent
Cool air kissing my face like an eager puppy
Too excited Wake up Wake up Why so sleepy
Read on air by invitation ~ May 2, 2020 'LATE NIGHT POETS'
AP: 1st place 2022, 2nd place 2026, Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on April 12, 2020 for contest STRAND PICK 10 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - HONORABLE MENTION
2:01 pm
Cinnabon, California Pizza, Burger King
Let’s de-militarize the sea floor
So we can once again walk on the waters
Clear and still
2:05 pm
An infant reaches for its mother
Looking at the information monitor
“Passenger… you have a message waiting for you…”
Where are you going?
Where are you really going? And how much of yourself
Are you leaving behind?
Layovers are a poison
But the airports are so… romantic
There are no faces, only hearts
Everyone seems so excited
Maybe they’re going home
Or trying to get away from it
My flight boards in an hour
But my guitar’s out of tune…
I need new strings anyway
Mine are starting to rust
12:20 pm
Luggage is in the trunk
Farewells have been said
Everything hangs in silence…
Then the rain comes,
Smudging all the memories together
Into a single human experience
That penetrates so deep into the heart
That it becomes a part of every single choking breath you take
And you forget…
9:30 am
Last time you have breakfast here, so make it a good one…
It doesn’t matter, I’m sick of this food anyway…
Last minute scan of the room,
Don’t forget your rosary on the bedpost
Or the rose petals hiding in your mattress
Or the tears staining the hallway carpet
Got it all?
No room?
You’re not leaving without it… find a solution
So I swallow everything
And wait for it to seep into my veins
With every pulse
You feel more alive
But less human
Stronger
But further away
Wider horizons
But with less to fill the skyline
1:36 am
Blank walls
Empty bathrooms
Dim hallways
Ticket stubs and boarding passes
In the trash, recycled paper
Recycled experiences
A flutter of confusion and excitement
A glance into the unknown
Then pause before the plunge
00:00
This is where you are
00:00
Trapped in a single moment
00:00
No one else
00:00
Just you
00:00
And with every experience
00:00
You grow
00:00
Until finally…
00:01
A Forever Wish
Together, with LOVE “ L E N O R E
ALWAYS ENTWINING
Hello, POETESSES and POETS I am Honored to Know YOU
I beat in the Light of a new LOVE: The LOVE of POETS on POETRYSOUP
Throbbing in a Serenity ; a Tranquility ; that LENORE’S Heart and I Once Knew
I am merely Floating in a sea of ecstasy with this wonderful POETIC Group
I pulsate to the tintinnabulations of this EverlastingDay Two Hearts beat as ONE
As the percussion section of a symphony orchestra reaching its crescendo : I pound
My host , in his excited demeanor is as soothing as a lullabye to a new born son
I startled , with the knock at the door “ It’s time Mr. Johnson to MARRY LENORE
The Captain in Dress Whites, the Wedding March plays, the Father of the BRIDE :
Mister Robert Joseph Adams ; walking down the aisle to Give My LIFE to me
I slowly Entwine with a Heart that beats as I; I leap at the LOVE I see in HER Eyes
Emerald GREEN Eyes sparkle through the transparent shade of a Pure White Vail
“Do YOU , Harry Daniel Johnson take LENORE ELLEN ADAMS as yours“Forever “
To become one in the Sight of GOD in Mind, Soul , HEART for the eons of Eternity
Beyond the earth YOU were brought forth from beyond the Heaven“ The Glory of GOD
The sound of my host saying “I D O” reverberates in my walls and Echoes in LENORE’S
ALWAYS , ETERNALLY, FOREVERMORE
What to expect...Many others do tell...
shaping lives into a mold of how it is they feel...
Seemingly harmless but still a doubt creates
Now facing yourself's reflection of who it is they've made
Pulling down the crows feet smoothing out the old age
Splashing water in drops that weep, raining down cascades
Breath held difficultly deep, releases with so much pain
Eyes open almost complete to stare at your new face
Re-start with all the little things wash, brush, and shave
Believing begins with belief in the person that you've made
Heart racing into upbeat, excited to face the day
Realizing the pasts lies, you are not defined by what they say...
12/20/18
Placed 3rd in Contest Results
Claudio, sit by me
and hear me speak
the same words that
Jesus spoke in the Temple;
every trembling child wants to be
near his dad, but yours
isn't here to hug you anytime,
and make sure you get well...
when you sick and feel weak!
Today you had me in tears...
as you took your first step,
how happy you made me:
all along I wished I were your dad...
to have such a beautiful child!
They made you feel a special one
when your birthday came around...
and everybody joined in the fun:
one candle to blow on a cake as big
as the smiling moon that usually is so sad!
How funny you looked with that face of a clowm:
cream on your fingers, nose and cheecks,
as your mom took lots of pictures!
O baby Claudio...so excited with laughs...
as you unwrapped many boxes full of toys,
but the most special gift came from
that fine and kind lady,Vicky,who lived a house away;
she really watched you grow day by day,
and hugged you as she walked in the door!
What a change a baby boy brought to someone so alone...
someone who loved to stare in those bright,innocent eyes!
Claudio, children light up the sky...
when there's no sun and only rain comes down!
Claudio, you'll learn to say the first, sweet word "mom"
and call her many times in the day;
and if the night thunder scares you sometime,
her hug will take away the fear and make you feel fine!
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
The Bus to Dublin
Excited for days before,
My mother and I boarded the bus on a Sunday afternoon.
From Shercock,we headed south, and just beyond Kingscourt
adjacent to to the Gypsum factory I saw a small railway line.
Wow, such an exciting thing to see.
And then further on close to Navan,a race course.
Wow!, such an exciting thing to see.
And on the wider main road,just before Dunslaughlin,
a bunch of cyclists on racing bikes,
An unusual thing for my young eyes to see.
The journey,is often as exciting as the destination.
The destination already glowing on the horizon.
In the falling dusk of a November evening.
And then on the outskirts the first double decker bus
Announces,
'You are almost in Dublin'.
Getting off in Parnell Square we walked down O Connell Street
Past, as of yet, a still standing Nelsons Pillar.
And somewhere along the keys of the Liffey River on whose banks the.
City was founded,
we boarded the magical, double decker bus, bound for Kimmage.
Signs of the cross and silent prayers whispered as we passed Mount Argus church
Before getting off at the last stop on
Sundrive Road to walk the final straight to
Blarney Park.
Auntie Mary, animated , flamboyant and as mad as a bag of cats.
Ushered us into a cosy, city sitting room,with its open fire in full bloom.
And welcomed again by her Kerry man husband, Pat
As mad as a second bag of cats;
Funnier than any BBC TV comedian.
And here I am scores of years later,
Back on the bus to Dublin
And it's still an exciting journey, from the heart of the country
To the soul of the city.
To still be connected , and to marvel at the magic of everyday things.