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No more lonely walks
I am done with this feeling inside me, churning
Solace, alone, talks
I am done with this flame inside me, burning
Solace only speaks, speaks
I’m sorry if I offended you so
I haven’t said much in weeks
I’m awkward and strange though
I don’t want to live anymore
I am done with this empty and hallow feeling inside
I give it my all, but I want more
I am having fun with the emotions I feel that are so wide
Solace only speaks, sorry
Solace only speaks, sorry
I’m awkward and silently free
Solace only speaks, sorry
Solace only speaks, sorry
Possibly, I might be shy and lonely
I feel left out as usual
I am done with this feeling inside me, a brewing-sadness stranger
I feel like a profound fool
I’m on my own team and I’m happy still, regardless of inner anger
Solace only speaks, speaks
I’m sorry if I offended you so
I haven’t said much in weeks
I’m awkward and strange though
I don’t want to live anymore
I am done with this empty and hallow feeling inside
I give it my all, but I want more
I am having fun with the emotions I feel that are so wide
Solace only speaks, sorry
Solace only speaks, sorry
I’m awkward and silently free
Solace only speaks, sorry
Solace only speaks, sorry
Possibly, I might be shy and lonely
All the optimism inside me
I want to be honestly free with vast grace
But, I’m stuck in my misery
I am fine and dandy in my solitary space
Solace only speaks, speaks
I’m sorry if I offended you so
I haven’t said much in weeks
I’m awkward and strange though
I don’t want to live anymore
I am done with this empty and hallow feeling inside
I give it my all, but I want more
I am having fun with the emotions I feel that are so wide
Solace only speaks, sorry
Solace only speaks, sorry
I’m awkward and silently free
Solace only speaks, sorry
Solace only speaks, sorry
Possibly, I might be shy and lonely
I’m consuming solace
I’m assuming glimmering grace and hopelessness frankly
I’m resuming progress
I’m a true blessing in disguise, a tragedy in reverse honestly
Santa Claus is not the Christ Child
Let’s be clear, not meek or mild.
Churches have to take back their worth.
Remind people of virgin’s birth
Stop Santa’s influence and mirth.
Santa Claus is not the Christ Child
Christmas trees are fine and dandy,
Divinity, fudge-like candy.
But remind whoever’s handy,
Let’s be clear, not meek or mild.
All parents think they know the best.
Do not ever give this a rest.
Children should know this simple test.
Santa Claus is not the Christ Child.
Reindeer songs are fun and wild.
Frosty is great for each child.
I-phone carols quickly dialed,
Let’s be clear, not meek or mild.
Santa Claus is not the Christ Child.
Let’s be clear, not meek or mild.
Bibbety Bobbity bunny went shopping with his mum
She bought him a pogo stick so he could have some fun
For other bunnies had teased him about his enormous ears
Poor Bibbety got so upset he’d run to his mum in tears
Now he’d got his pogo stick he’d bounce around all day
Couldn’t wait to show off and hear what other bunnies say
Some bunnies gathered round him to see what he could do
He gave one ginormous bounce and into the air he flew
Bibbety Bobbity bunny had bounced oh so very high
He left the earth’s surface and landed in the sky
The other bunnies shouted for him to come back to land
But Bibbety went zooming high, he was feeling oh so grand
Hopping on fluffy clouds of iced pink cotton candy
Bibbety thought life in the sky was so very fine and dandy
For now his long floppy ears acted as a propeller
He became a bunny helicopter, oh what a clever fella
Bibbety Bobbity bunny thought he could have a little fun
By dancing on the rainclouds and blocking out the sun
Hopping about on misty clouds made him want the loo
There are no toilets in the sky, what should poor Bibbety do?
A stream of rabbit droppings falling from the sky
Could really hurt someone if it hit them in the eye
So Bibbety grabbed his long ears and made a bunny nappy
He floated back down to earth and he was really happy
Bibbety’s pogo stick just disappeared and his flying day is over
He now just plays in his garden and nibbles sweet spring clover
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N/A in contest judged on 05/21/16
Labour party on the precipice pegging all hopes on Andy
Come forth the King of the North who’s more than handy
Begging voters with a new orifice in office sweet as candy
No self harmer Starmer karma so will be fine and dandy
Novice compared to Boris when it’s comes to being randy
Chequers not mecca for shady sort cohorts on the brandy
Burnham’s bid to get rid of the avarice & malice of Mandy
Andy no pinko champagne socialist working class shandy
The Mayor with flair and great hair becomes the grandee
Flashes those eyelashes an ego plea everyone look at me
Gooey cheese he does bestow like Barry Manilow’s Mandy
Don't tease Andy be a tandy & give muppet Farage a pandy
With new brand & a hand from Ed Milliband & Lisa Nandy
Free from company tyranny he’s not a puppet "Andy Pandy"?
If there is a “Penny” shortage, how can we say, “A penny for your thoughts” if there is no penny?
I love pennies. Walking supplements your income. Do you know how many pennies I find that has been walked over and overlooked, because nobody wants to pick up a penny?
Some people are like, “Girl, it’s just a penny, who cares? Let me let you in on a lil secret, I care.
Girl, I will push you down to pick that penny up.
People ask God to bless them abundantly and financially, yet when they see a penny (which is a financial blessing), they walk over it. God is saying, why should I bless you with bigger blessings, when you don’t even appreciate the little blessings. Me, I appreciate ALL my blessings, big and small. Thank You Father.
Alright yall, back to the topic at hand. So it’s been said, there’s a penny shortage and “they” are not making pennies anymore.
Ok cool, that’s all fine and dandy, but I’m here to just let you know, there may be a “penny” shortage, but I ain’t taking no shortage.
Now if I go to a place of business and purchase something with my hard, earned money, I want every nickel, dime and penny that is owed to me.
If my bill is $37.43 and I give you $40.00, I want my 2 dollars and 57 cents, not $2.55. You will not be talking about rounding off and keeping my .02¢. If anything, you better charge me $37.40 and you take the .03¢ loss, cause I wants all my coins! I’m not in the business of helping a business stay in business by prospering off of something this government has chosen to do.
So since “they” decided to stop making pennies, get yo money from them.
I don’t know what you gotta do, but if you in business and you losing .02¢ here, .03¢ here, .04¢ there, do the calculation, do the math, do a tax write off, or whatever you gotta do and apply all your losses on your tax form at the end of the year. But Girl, get yo money, don’t let them make you lose out. That could have been an extra $6,000 you could have had at the end of the year.
Now, just so we are clear, let me reiterate. I ain’t got nothing to do with no penny shortage and I ain’t taking no shortage and you shouldn’t either.
Now the next time you see a penny, what are you going to do?
All I’m saying is, you better learn to appreciate yo blessings.
I said what I said, now carry on and enjoy your day.
Sandy was a chocoholic,
The worst I've ever seen!
If she didn't eat some daily,
She'd become crazy mean!
It didn't matter what kind it was,
Ice cream, cake, pie or candy,
As long as it was chocolate,
Sandy was fine and dandy!
Then one day the unthinkable happened,
To the chocolate loving miss,
While eating her favorite candy,
She choked on a chocolate kiss!
"Death by chocolate," the coroner concluded,
As to the cause of Sandy's death.
At least she died doing what she loved,
Eating chocolate til her last breath.
11/21/11 for Natalie the Rogue Rhymer's
"Die a fun Death" contest
The day began as most all do with my eye's watching and adoring you, the break of dawn,
first light of morn, today a beautiful new word was born 'Lupercalia'
The night before we had laid so tight, I'd proposed and now you'll be my wife, but on one
condition to which I must obey, find a new word for the world's united romance day.
The second month, the 6th week, there was a list of word's I could not speak, instead of
feeling slightly blue, I took on the challenge whilst I gazed at you
Eros must of laughed whilst drawing back his bow, to deal me such a challenging blow, but
I accept this quest with all my might, I'll make sure that you become my wife
Through the twilight's first shot of light, I felt a twinge of failing fright, what if
word's were not to come, not a new expression, I felt struck dumb
Come now think, this can't be hard, think what you'd write in her banned word card, to
omit the word that rhymes with hours, to give her in place something that rhymes with towers.
Isn't this just fine and dandy, I'm saying this instead of blimey! Nearly made a fatal
slip, least she never took the best word, kiss
My Dove, my life my special one, who stupid found for me when dove begun, accept these
hours, and sweet flavoured dandy, 6 weeks, 14th, say that you'll marry me, I dove you now
as from the start, I hope you understand what's in my cart, Lupercalia, happy Lupercalia
day, thank goodness this word too was not struck away.
Darling she said I dove you to, and I can't wait to carry you, I give to you my cart as
well, now when we speak of us no-one else can tell, the passion that we both deeply share,
for we'll always have Lupercalia there.
Broken wing, cracked heel, dinged fender
There's always something busted to fluster intention
An excuse pulled from quiver,
To send arrow in reverse.
To pull away, questioning,
Doubt defeating resolve,
Willpower bent to neigh and sway.
The good ship "Self" is always broken.
Faults and breaks litter the decks
Patches and quick fixes
Good enough for now
Keep "Self" sailing, broken, battered
But feeling fine and dandy,
Unfettered by paraphernalia's blah and blah
A spirit with wings resilient,
Cannot be tethered by contraption's flaws.
Even sore broken wings, patched and fixed
Are good enough for spirit to soar to fore
As done so well, OK or just swell, before.
Times Up Folks! Its 3:15!
What's half the span
from 40 to 15,
added to 3 O'clock time?
Its 3:13, 3:13!
OK, but what's half the span
From 40 to 2,
when IC is back from the Gong?
Its 3:19, 3:19!
So, what's the mean
of 3:13 and 3:19,
in clock time?
Ah Ha! That's a Question
It's 3:15 - It's 3:15!
I asked sailor Mike
Why he's so Mean
when you take his wind away!
He thinks and says:
'Cause we're sailing, sailing,
past my suppertime
past my suppertime
I want to head back in!
Time's up, I'm going in.
OK, but what's the mean time
For all our P races this season?
You guessed it, folks!
It's 3:15 - It's 3:15!
I asked Jake the Peg
"Do we need and extra leg"
diddle-iddle-iddle-um
diddle-dee-diddle-dee-dum
Nah! he said:
Two Tri's and two Snags
with a work back home,
is just fine and dandy!
You can't beat perfection
by over doing it.
Times Up! It's 3:15
It's 3:15 - It's 3:15!
Never apologize for being exactly
the person that you are, warts and all.
Tough if someone scoffs at you for that!
It's not your obligation to please the world.
You are your own individual.
Should a soul attempt to rearrange you
in any form, in any shape, in any way;
tell that sucker to go fly a kite!
Stay just as you are because....
you're fine and dandy!
You're a sparkling diamond, remember that;
perfectly imperfect, as you should be. Never mind...
the scars deep within you, or those written
on your skin for all to see! There's no shame
in wearing those. They don't make you any less special!
Never change a single thing about you;
not your idiosyncracies,
not your adorable quirks,
not how you carry yourself
not how you dress, or your hairstyle.
Rock on with your bad self!
Your personality is uniquely yours.
Should you hear that it's all twisted and wrong,
tell the fool that said so....
"Sorry, you've got it backwards...and mind your business!"
You're just fine the way you are.
You are who you are, and that's that.
Let no one try to change you,
because you're special, one of a kind;
and there's nothing wrong with you!
Submitted for...
Encourage Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh
Date written: 11/28/2020