Long Fests Poems
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Hear my special child’s alphabet features
Eagerly, he mumbles with sheer delight
a-ape; b-bear; c-cat… dear God’s creatures!
D-dove; e-eagle; f-falcon… birds of great flight
g-goat; h-horse; i-impala…all in Noah’s ark
j-jaguar; k-koala; l-lion… oh, what a sight!
m-monkey; n-newt; o-opossum; hey, they don’t bark
p-parrot, q-quail, r-robin; busy in their nests
s-snake; t-turtle; u-unicorn…hiding in the park!
v-viper; w-wallaby: do they hate pests?
x-x-ray fish; y-yellow fin tuna: swimming gaily
z-zebra and zebrafish together in animal fests…
Alphabet "perceiver" he’s become expertly
Reading, sounding, blending letters blissfully!
April 12, 2019
Edited on May 22, 2020
Honorable Mention, "BRIAN'S CHOICE Q,any form,any theme" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 5/23/2020.
Honorable Mention, "YOUR CHOICE h" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 5/17/2025.
Acquiring a new pair of wings I flew into a reputative college to pursue my studies..
focussed on gaining knowledge
to become an independent girl I thrived,
Forming fresh set of friend circle sought to explore~ participating in extra- curricular activities.
Walking hurriedly on the loafers lane to reach college on time,planning group discussion's on subject topics, feeling nervous to present project's, Sneaking to canteen but not eating only chatting we did,hanging around in the campus enjoyed the exquisite infrastructure, bargaining with our stationery man while purchasing books and pens was fun,
chose staircase rather than escalator to reach our classes,
Clicking random photos on ethnic days,keeping a copy with each other to treasure our memories,
sharing dirty talks during lunch time we giggled,
admiring the beauty of our lectures we envied,
short time spent at libraries ~exchanged feelings than reading,glancing at our answer sheets we recounted our marks,learnt working together on assignments, having fun at practical classes,filling pages in record, sitting under trees and examining flowers & insects ,clinging to each others arms we walked all time,being proud volunteer in fests,Setting up stalls to earn marks,
extra credit courses that we chose was mind refreshing ,
sitting at bus stop ~were commenting crazily at our class girls who bunked and enjoyed with their boyfriend's,
crazy night fire camp dance,
playing badminton,relaxing in swimming pool,rain dancing at resort ~our last industrial trip that was,
sitting behind my best friend enjoying bike ride, fresh air hitting my face was fun.,
Working on internships on every Saturday's, travelling in train for short while to reach our destination~teaching school children,conducting exhilarating activities we enjoyed.
Successfully completing our graduation
we hopped on our career paths.
Meeting once in a while on holidays we reminisce about our crazy times that happened five years ago.!
Aug 7, 2020
Note:Craziest time at ..Poetry Contest.
Picked Choice one: Craziest time At...
Word count: 299
Sponsored by Caren Crutsinger.
At the breakdown of ages man disappears and reappears
In the form of an easy-to-use scheme
Over the last half-century, man has been replaced
By technocratic ideas of what a man is
But the real man can no longer fit into these forms,
which have shrunk like old clothes.
At the breakdown of ages, man is left to himself.
Politicians and their servants are becoming more paranoid,
Which isn’t surprising at all, and the common
Become even more apolitical than before.
At the breaking of the ages, there is a time of no time.
Reality postulates wars, destruction
and the breaking of ties for nothing,
But simply by virtue of political games,
Their uncontrollable inertia of enmity.
Enmity has no calculated cost, and no rational reason,
Proposed justifications only multiply sorrowful nonsense.
Politicians want admiration, no matter the context,
Common people want to be left alone
At least in the negative sense of peace
Criticise us all you want, just leave us alone
If we're so unteachable, then don't teach us,
Go teach your children instead, save your time
Don't adopt or foster us, for God's sake.
Take all your money, grab us with taxes, spend it as you like,
Run secret emissions if you don't have enough money.
Declare yourself champions of the universe
In all your favourite genres, fests, competitions.
Award yourselves whatever prizes you like,
Just don't impose for the zillionth time
Your legalised insanity to us plebs,
We're not your doctors or patients.
Complain to God, MP, GP, journalist, priest
About our impenetrable stupidity, just get off our backs.
Lock yourselves in some suitable metaphysics,
Tell in the school textbooks about you, the greats
About your heroic struggle for our freedom
In choosing a bank and an insurance company.
All power ends with aging and loss of meaning.
The survivors of your era
Will go by about their business looking at their phones
Past your pigeon pooped statues
And for the younger generation
You will be just a line they’ll be forced to remember
At the history exam, settled as if on purpose
For momentary forgetting right after passing.
Please clearly print your name
on the front of your mask. Cupid.
(Cupid is having a heck of a time this year. Not to forget all the other mishaps masks are causing. As a public service, I will just reiterate a few -- and please add some to my list as you become aware: CDC has just determined that Masks cause life threatening flatulence; per Fauci's recommendation, Pfizer is developing a new Posterior-mask – asking for volunteers with IBS to participate – Biden promises 100 billion masks by next Thanksgiving – he has issued an Executive Order banning all Chili-fests (Hear that Texas!) – Also, dental colleges in New York and Los Angeles are running dangerous low on masks with automatic floss attachments, Biden promising to order several Billion from reputable Chinese manufacturer in Wuhan. So, we really need to Brain-storm, here at Soup – it is our Civic Duty! Joe.)
When Autumn scenes arrive in Munich, Germany,
Exciting times bring visitors from far and near,
With people dancing, singing, mugs of beer held high,
In halls or tents, saluting so rambunctiously, and
Loving our Oktoberfest with heartfelt cheer that
Lasts more than two weeks with much to see and do.
Parades, arcades, and rides, much like a carnival,
Aglow with dancers in bright Bavarian dress, and
Rides on quaint, old-fashioned pretty carousels,
Together with the varied puppet shows, are fun;
Yes, even shooting galleries to test one's aim.
Laughter and cold beer in mugs enjoyed by most;
If not one's taste, great wines are sold 'neath tents.
Kept close at hand, champagne, cocktails; also
Fresh-squeezed juices are offered if one must abstain.
The delicious food consists of many tastes and treats:
Hearty eaters gather round wild ox roast on a spit, or
Enjoyed is chicken with potato dumplings, red cabbage;
Relished too are Bratwurst, spaetzle, and baked beans,
Ending with desserts like rich black forest cake, plump
Strudels filled with fruit and gingerbread creations.
No one goes hungry at this great Oktoberfest, and
Of fests around the world, ours is one of the best.
To dance and sing with spirits high and free
On meadow grounds in city center, brings joy to
Munich, where feasts were held since eighteen-ten.
Opening with carriages and floats of costumed scenes
Reveals the promises of drink, loud songs, and dance.
Resounding well into the festive night, we sing,
Oh, happy time for us! Let's toast to love and life, and
We will party like there's no tomorrow!
There ain’t no two ways about it man,
it just has to be because of you.
Before you came along we could do,
about anything we wanted to.
Man, life was great, life was great, before,
you came along and ruined it all.
There’s Haight-Ashbury’s summer of love,
Newport, Altamont, and Monterey.
And then we hit the road to Woodstock,
and let me tell you man, that was great.
We had free love, drugs, and miniskirts,
we were sure having ourselves a ball.
The Beatles really started smoking,
after Bob Dylan showed them the way.
Next came The Stones, The Doors, and Simon,
with Joplin, Hendrix, and Marvin Gaye.
All of the men burned up their draft cards,
and all the women took off their bra.
There were sit-ins and all-night love fests,
Feminine Mystique, I Have a Dream.
The Hippies knew the right way to live,
there was no end to the fun it seemed.
Black, white, red, brown, pink, purple, or green,
were brothers and sisters one and all.
We had sex, drugs, and hard Rock-n-Roll,
and wore some wildflowers in our hair.
Even left our tracks upon the moon,
man, we could do anything we dared.
Man, life was great, life was great, before,
you came along and ruined it all.
Things might still be a little fuzzy
But that’s how it happened as I recall.
Tickets sell wickets follow fell well aplenty
Hard to swallow... feel hollow just empty
Not standing sentry the old school gentry
Real Test cricket no spin the wheel 20/20
Reel vapid vigour no rigour the trigger
Rapid slap dash rabid like the Big Bash
Flash not classy just brash brassy rash
Whinge then cringe maybe just snig*er
The oldest format has now been tinged
Always on the boldest somehow hinged
Singed by cash cow bish bash bosh binged
Just josh..lash & crass slash tosh syringed
Not a twinge blessed Tests fests impinged
Dismay 2 contests descend in just 2 days
The start of the end so let’s build an ark
Offends won’t change their strange-ways
Contend can’t defend the future is stark
Embark on another bore as ersatz fat cats lark
Dystopian myopian encore tour this does hark
Both days how many wickets & snick its a score
Velocity raw ferocity & pomposity hit the mark
Or more animosity at monstrosity on the park
Picket this wham bam glam sham don’t let it nick it
Glory of hall of fame game’s story lost in the dark
The cost of 20/20 shame its bite as bad as its bark
Past came a cropper in franchise shopper cast big topper
Blame those unwise curious sorts who chose fast & furious
Didn't tame rise of lame sports shorts did maim proper cricket
A movie’s like a novel
With a vista to explore
Which, assuming it’s a good one,
Leaves you wanting even more.
Yet I’ve recently discovered
Something else that quite transports –
It’s a genre that at film fests
Is referred to as “the shorts.”
Several films are shown together
For an hour and a half,
An assemblage that’s so varied
You may cry or scream or laugh.
Every subject matter’s different;
All the settings are, as well
And each film’s uniqueness feels
Like the director’s cast a spell.
Yet just like a full-length feature,
Each short gem seems quite complete
And, when viewed as a collection,
It’s a cinematic treat.
(inspired by CIFF – the Cleveland
International Film Festival)
When Autumn scenes arrive in Munich, Germany,
Exciting times bring visitors from far and near,
With people dancing, singing, mugs of beer held high,
In halls or tents, saluting patriotically-
Loving our Autumn festival with heartfelt cheers-
Lasting about two weeks with much to see and do.
Parades, arcades, and rides, much like a carnival,
Aglow with dancers in Bavarian-style dress!
Rides on the quaint, old-fashioned pretty carousels,
Together with the varied puppet shows, are fun;
Yes, even shooting galleries to test one's aim.
Laughter, cold beer in mugs are enjoyed by most;
If not one's taste, sweet wines are sold inside the tents.
Kept close by at hand, champagne, cocktails, as well
Especial, fresh-squeezed juices if one must abstain.
The German meals consist of many tastes and treats:
Hearty eaters stand round an ox roast on a spit;
Enjoyed is stewed chicken with potato dumplings.
Relished also, the Bratwurst, spaetzle, and baked beans,
Ending with the desserts, our rich, black forest cake-
Strudels filled with fruit and gingerbread creations.
No one goes hungry at our great Oktoberfest!
Of the fests held round the world, ours is the best!
To dance and sing with Autumn's spirits high and free
On field grounds in our town's center, bring us joy
Munich, where feasts have taken place since eighteen-ten.
Opens with wheeled carts and floats of costumed scenes
Reveals the promises of drink, loud songs, and dance.
Resounding well into the festive night, we sing,
Oh, happy times! Let us all toast to love and life!
We will party like there's no tomorrow!
Summer indeed is a blessed season from God
Unlimited with opportunities toward great life-building
Moments for body, soul and spirit’s wellness-overhaul
Merriment midst reaching-out sessions during revival-pursuits
Empowering… yet exhilarating, while enjoying nature’s bounty
Rejuvenation-triumph thru sports fests along prayer meetings’ delight.
Breathtaking faith-adventure reigns in summer days
Letting go-letting God lessons prevail every spiritual retreat.
Endurance is proven thru swimming laps or mountain-trek ascent
Sunbathing becomes invigorating with sleep’s blissful pleasure
Social bonds are strengthened with fellowship love-ties
Inspiring and instructing others thru volunteer-work
Nourishing self while nurturing relationship with the Lord
Guided by the Sovereign hand* toward victorious journey ahead!
*Ezra 7:28 ...I was strengthened as the hand of the LORD my God was upon me...
June 15, 2018
Edited on May 28, 2020 (We miss this year's Summer events in our place.)