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I wandered lonely as a cloud*
to places far and wide
I often thought it would be fun
to rain down on a bride
Or maybe on a summer Fete
as rain is something people hate
When dressed up in their finery
they saunter in the sun
chittering, chattering making small talk
having so much fun
Maypole dancers looking pretty
dancing round and round
Morris men they hop and skip
with flowery hats and wooden poles
As carefully they prance and dance
big men like them don’t want to fall
big men like them don’t want to trip
All hot and sweaty they need a shower
or would their smiles turn to a glower
For I’d be doing them a favour
Or maybe it would spoil their day
On a hot and sunny day in May
But I am getting really bored now
Floating around and hanging about
Naughty and mischievous
These words describe just how I felt
Oh dear ~ now is that mean of me
As one, two, three I let one free
My shower is scattering screeching crowds
Soaking them through to their undies
This weather not what one would expect
on sunny summer Sundays
They are now up to their knees in mud
amusing the cows whilst chewing their cud
Then just for fun a handful of hail stones
can be rather painful from a height
Crashing down upon their heads
and giving all the gals a fright
But enough is enough I hear you say
So I return them to a sunny day
I’ve had my fun
I’ve had my thrills
now wander lonely as a cloud*
in search of golden daffodils…
Written 1st February 2020
Contest: Famous poetic lines that inspire
Sponsor: Silent One
2nd Place
line taken from poem written by William Wordsworth*
'I wandered lonely as a cloud'
Contest: Strand Select B
Sponsor; Brian Strand
HONORABLE MENTION
Impeachment Now is Over
By Franklin Price
02/07/2020
Impeachment now is over Senate vote is said and through
All but one voted the party, that's what the parties do
Matters not the facts or truth. In the House it all began.
The asses had majority and Trump was not their man.
Began with trumped up charges, anything they might make stick
Russian interference, might be the thing to do the trick
Spent millions on investigating. Yet when all was said and done,
The findings were ambiguous, they had done it all for fun
Threw out several other things, finally landing on Ukraine.
Surely that would do it, would throw Trump off the train.
Again the charges questioned, ones that would not save the day.
Asses grasping plastic straws, that should be thrown away
Pelosi, Speaker of the House, did all she could to stall.
Asses would lose in the end. Elephants had the final call
Pretty sure that she was threatened by the party DNC
Must move forward with the impeachment, was not seated there for free
Then more time was wasted by the house and Adam Schiff,
Mostly they were passing gas, there was more than just a whiff.
Finally they changed the rules, the Constitution sets,
To add to the confusion, roll the dice, and hedge the bets.
The Asses passed impeachment, required just majority,
Not the two thirds in the Senate where the final vote would be.
Pelosi held the papers even though the House was through
Tried to control the Senate and the process they would do.
Tried to extend her power, and to make the Senate toast
Elephants were having none of that, in the Senate, they were most
The State of the Union given, Pelosi ripped her's right in two
The Elephants, in the Senate, voted no and it was through.
takes out it's loaded gun
shoots holes in us for fun
daring us to try and run
time
knows the game and plays it well
watches from the side or there about
has us play against ourselves
time
laughs at you in your shame
takes delight in giving pain
whispers to the passing wind your name
time
is the wicked stepchild
the mad dog running wild
the haunt in the midnight howl
time
takes what you offer, gives back no change
feels that it must rearrange
places on you all the blame
time
holds tight to lost memory
takes it's que from history
spits on you before it leaves
time
draws on another cigarette
exhales the stench of death
till up in smoke is all that's left
Not that it really matters
The damage has already been done
While the debt of our country grows fatter
Let's crunch some numbers just for fun
For the average human being
Counting to one hundred is easy
Thirty seconds is all that is fleeing
To one thousand, five minutes goes breezing
From one to ten thousand, one hour
One hundred thousand will take one work day
The numbers are starting to tower
Cause one million takes ten working days
To count from one to ten million
Takes one half of one year
To get to one hundred million
It takes about five years
Counting from one to one billion
takes one whole working lifetime
If your thinking of going to one trillion
Multiply that one thousand times
by Daniel Turner
Isn't math fun?
There Is No Little Red Wagon
The professor, the priest, the psychologist commanded me
Do not think about the little red wagon.
My tormentors and captors yelled at me
Do not think about the little red wagon!
In turn they all question me ever so sweetly
“Did you think about the little red wagon?”
Naturally I respond, “No.”
I think I have them on the run this time, just for fun
Perhaps they don’t know
But when they asked again like a friend and a foe
I had trouble remembering
And said, “Could you repeat the question please?”
“Did you say something about a little red wagon?”
They turned on me, responded arrogantly
“Say that thing you just said one more time for the record!”
I said, “Sure.” “My pleasure.”
And repeated, “Did you say something about a dribble and a dragon?”
I guess that fixed their little red wagon.
This is such a bore so I can say no more about that thing on wheels.
Some get many stakes,
Many watch for fun,
Others support with passion rerun
I just wish to write about all these...
Some love,
Many play with hearts,
Others manage in marriage to laugh,
I just want to be in love with Jesus.
Some pray,
Many rain praises,
Others studied His way,
I just want to have Your grace.
Some tell the truth,
Many fake the lies,
Others follow like Ruth,
I just want to join an allies.
Some cry,
Many smile,
Others frown,
I just want to live a life of my own...
Some look,
Many observe,
Others brook,
I just want to write as I perceive...
Some vote,
Many rule,
Others steal,
I just wish to never keep mute™
Mind blows,
Heart crush,
Emotion flows,
I just wish feelings could make me blush.
Roses are red,
It stands for love's tide,
Valentine died for one,
I just wish it will reach my turn...
Morning is for hope,
Afternoon may grope,
Evening should not elope,
Coz night will determine how well you've managed your scope
Thank you for always being there
Through distance and closeness no matter where
I really can't picture my life without you
I wanna thank you for all the things that you do
For every laugh and joke and fun
And for being the shoulder I can always cry on
We've always had this great understanding
One that only true friendship bring
I thank God for sending you on my path
Helping me mend each broken heart
Our fun times and dance moves and parties for two
The most fun I had was shared with you
Lady Antebellum and Dancing Queen
Remember how each word we used to sing
You are a true friend for whom any girl would ask
I feel lucky 'cause God put you on my path
Now you've moved and I hardly ever see you
But distance don't matter when friendships are true
You are only a call or text away
And I still get to say what I want to say
I miss you a lot at times you know
And sometimes I wish you didn't have to go
But no matter the distance, little time for fun
Of all my friends, you remain number one
You are more than a friend, a sister indeed
Always being there when I am in need
Today I thank you for everything that you do
And most of all for being true
U are truly Godsend
And that's why I call you MY BEST FRIEND.
Her journey begins in the west
a golden globe upon her breast,
amongst a carousel of stars;
although she sleeps, she never rests.
Gazing at the heavenly czars,
passing on a course from afar.
illuminated by the sun,
floating in an astral bazaar.
Flirtatious, concealing for fun,
a myriad of faces spun.
Her province, to adjust the tides;
with mystic powers it is done.
At a celestial pace she glides,
passing astrological signs.
On a cycle, cannot linger;
keeping a course that she abides.
A wise old crone, no beginner;
knows when to rise, shine, and shimmer.
An orbit of mystique and charm,
sometimes bright and sometimes dimmer.
Date: May 23, 2022
For: Rubaiyat Contest Poetry
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
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Rhymes verified on Rhymezone.com
Rhyme Scheme: aaba-bbcb-ccdc-dded-eefe
Placed 3rd in contest
“Childhood memories of joyful festive times are precious
treasures we preserve for lifetime” - Quote by Poet
One Christmas night a long time ago was freezing cold,
as a seven year old I couldn’t keep excitement on hold,
for I knew all the lovely gifts for me Santa would bring,
wanted the waiting hours to fly quickly on night’s wing.
I heard that Santa would come through the chimney,
so, if there was one on our house roof, I wanted to see.
I went up to the roof-top terrace, but didn’t find one,
my mother said he’d come through the window for fun.
At night I didn’t let mother close the window of my room,
the chilled wind in the snow-filled backyard I heard zoom.
In the morn seeing the gifts by my side I tried to yell in joy,
voice choked, but my glee the spell of cold couldn’t destroy.
In my childhood notebook I’d inscribed that night’s story
as a lasting memento I fondly keep in Christmas memory.
I grab my paddle and life vest
To do the thing that I like best
I put it in the Puget Sound
And ride my kayak all around
I take it out for exercise
I roll it over should it capsize
I’ve paddled it far off the shore
I’ve paddled near orcas before
My kayak and I go far
To places you can’t reach by car
In the shell I carry things
That any other camper brings
I have a kayak I use for fun
It’s a single, built for one
I have another made for two
Big enough for me and you
If you’d like to give it a try
I’ll make sure that you stay dry
Sit up front, the view is clear
I’ll sit in back so I can steer
Some like cars and some like planes
Some like bikes and some like trains
But for the ride that I like best
I grab my paddle and life vest