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i remember you;
giddy little child
with the mona-lisa smile
and sun-burnt hair
as it brushed against
your ivory skin
you were so innocent then
i never saw the sadness
that lingered in your eyes
the depths of green
seemed to pull others in
that hypnotizing glare
hid your pain well
they laughed with you
yet in silence you cried
muffled voice
echoed on walls
where darkness
subdued your soul
i heard you sold your soul
on the corner
of fifth and main
for a small bag of pleasure
to escape the pain
momentarily
again
a lonely cat
cried by your side
he has nine lives
you've already had ten
yet there you go again
unafraid, stained
with your own blood
the band
still wrapped tight
against your flesh
needle tip
still feeding your veins
as you close your eyes
and rest in shallow breaths
i remember you;
still as the air
that august day
that sunlit hair
against grey skin
blue lips without smile
closed eyes pulling others in
to the depths of your pain
their cheeks stained
with tears
that bore your name
as muffled cries
echoed
by your grave
June 28, 2019
First Place
Best free verse 2019 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2019
Oh my goodness! Did you see that???
A mousey riding on the back of a cat
Guess these guys have kissed and made up
Heard mousey yell “Hey! Giddy-up!”
Great to see them getting along so well
Mousey's relieved, as you probably can tell
Wearing a big grin from ear to ear
And Felix is enjoying it too, it appears
Remember this lesson from one time rivals
Really don't need conflict for survival
It's a whole lot better to laugh and have fun
Than face extinction at the point of a gun
So what did you learn from this little tale?
Enjoy yourself and drink lots of ale
You'll see little mousies and cats at play
Instead of killings on TV every day!
© Jack Ellison 2012
Time for some silly nonsense
Cause I'm feeling extra silly
Sometimes it just overtakes me
But this time it's a dilly
Maybe I'll put a shade on my head
Pretend I'm at a party
Maybe tell some off colour jokes
Or dress up like a Nestle's Smartie
Might even perform some ballet
In my pretty pink tutu I'll frolic
Or prance around in my birthday suit
Like an out of control alcoholic
Hey now I'm getting into the mood
Better hide the little kiddies
I lose control when I feel like this
My head spins and I get all giddy
There's really only one thing I can do
When this takes over my bod
Go lie down for a couple of days
D'ya think I'm kinda odd?
© Jack Ellison 2013
Hey Joey, why the long face?
Hey Rusty, why the long face?
Hey Blacky, why the long face?
Hey Sue, why the long face?
Hey June, why the long face?
Hee Hee Hee hee
Hey Hey
Joey Rusty
why why
the the
long long
face? face?
Hey Hey
Blacky Sue
why why
the the
long long
face? face?
Hey June
why the long face?
Horseplay On Words...
You sure like to stirrup trouble.
Giddy up Blacky on the double.
Is it pasture bedtime Joey?
Stop horsing around Blacky!
Could I, should I, and may I?
You are my poetry. I am in love with his present, that my future longs for.
My poetry is you, pale love.
Your giddy eyes mesmerize me, your plump lips catch my attention, and your charm and sweetness entice me to approach you, but your disposition begs me to stay with you. Your hugs and smiles make me happy. My heart feels like a nuclear bomb might detonate when I touch you.
Could I, should I, or may I?
Even though it is nighttime, light displays remain motionless against the rain.
However, as we play around, Your lips begin to flow within mine, and mine begin to flow within yours.
But the rain continues to fall
However, you've forced me to see love as painful even though it's also fascinating. You've made me crush my love like an elephant tramples an ant, you've normalized pain while making love seem strange to me. Even though it shocks me when I see it, and you've forced me to question my identity even whilst forcing me to discover it.
What is intended for you is the will to act.
What is wished for you is a passion for care.
What I wanted for you was to understand my love.
The feet of twenty cousins were trampling and pounding the floor
As my Aunt Pearl's house trembled and suddenly became smaller.
We were racing with the games of 'who could find who' behind the door
While munchkin toddlers all dressed up waddled or became crawlers.
Outside peering in surrounding the commotion, stood horses, pigs, hens and cows
Who seemed overtaken to see their caretaker's hustle and bustle scrambling,
As the grown-ups were talking about the weather being good and how
Aunt Modena was so upset and mad with Uncle Charlie's gambling.
They spoke about jobs, recipes, and Pete's new car with broken windows.
And the grades in school gave bragging rights to parents whose kids did well
Our oldest cousin Mallie blushed from the top of her head to her toes
When Aunt Ethel announced loudly of her secret wedding to her beau Dell.
In the meantime we did our chores in this menagerie of muss and fuss
And helped put down the silverware and napkins on the many makeshift tables
We tried to seat everyone, at least fifty of us with little space between us
We tucked our elbows tightly squished as I squirmed against Aunt Mable
The sweaty kitchen was a sauna of sights and smells
From the Turkey with Cornmeal Dressing to Apple and Cherry Pies.
All the aprons worn were like family flags that signified well
The identity chosen by each cook as they donned their own surmise.
Sweet Potato Pie, fresh Cranberries, and Cream churned just that day
Sweet Peas and Carrots, Turnip Greens and Mashed Taters my favorite.
The Turkey stood in the middle boldly roasted golden on display
Steaming vapors and cooks praising all the work it took for us to savor it.
The clanking plates were passed the warm brimful bowls were too
While hands were held in prayer as we 'sushed' the giddy laughter.
We ate, we talked and filled our tummies and hearts full to renew
Our love and giving to each other and be together happily ever after!
November 7, 2019
Thanksgiving Memory Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina Riddle
Better Than Winning the Lottery
One of eight hundred employees, am I.
It was a joyous eve, Christmas of '80,
Toiled so fellow workers can have some fun.
The company party, grand prize, is high.
'Tis a world trip be, trade isles? Mayhaps Haiti?
~~more sun.
Too busy for quirks, in and of itself,
until partiers trailed, my milieu had gone,
rise a giddy state, work - worked up, weighty.
Candor faults - change to cash - thoughts to myself,
~~I won!
2020 October 27
*1st Place*
A BRIAN STRAND FORMED
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2022 March 16
*1st Place*
The Speaker
~~Sara Kendric: Judged 2020 November 21
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Midnight shakes frost
from his whiskers~
Chester the squirrel
slips into the chimney,
claws click on brick,
tail a question mark
in the soot.
Inside his sack:
acorns wrapped in tinfoil,
stolen sprigs of holly,
a walnut cracked open
to show its golden heart.
He leaves them
in boots,
on windowsills,
behind the dog’s water bowl
(just to watch him sniff).
Dawn finds Chester
back in his oak,
giddy
with sugarplum
theft,
dreaming of next year~
Maybe I’ll learn to drive a sleigh.
Intoxicated Rondeau
Totally intoxicated in prime movers’ immortality
Never hidden in punchy illusion
Broken heart dips into sacred circus hilarious absurdity
Images of staggering lightheadedness - cleared vision fusion.
Stronghold built on the perfect harmony suffusion
Of love’s author – dizzy with tipsy truth’s reality -
Distilled Spirit's healing balm - giddy epiphanies in profusion -
Totally intoxicated in prime movers’ immortality.
Shouting slaphappy cheers for reveries tonality
Elevated toast to the holy love’s effusion
Gleeful, inebriated, rolling peals for grace vitality
Never hidden in punchy illusion,
Staggering in your waves of affection’s conclusion
Dropping rags of shameful brutality
Revelations of solace in my heart’s seclusion
Broken heart dips into sacred circus hilarious absurdity
Released, then freed from frost stagnation’s legality,
From enigma’s toxic labyrinth exclusion,
Torn temple curtain reveals forgiveness jubilee
Images of staggering lightheadedness - cleared vision fusion.
Giddy epiphanies of Eden love resolves confusion
Eternal elixirs of glee banish banality
In sweet essences my “I” consumed without occlusion
Saturated by the great “I Am’s” affusion totality.
Totally intoxicated.
6-8-22
Contest: Rondeau Redoubled
Sponsor: L. Milton Hanks
Girls dance on the sidewalk
spin
jump
in free performance
urban space of joy
in strokes of summer color
under a blue and white painted sky
restorative rays of heat
that melt away reserve
like a hill of chocolate fudge
Girls break the protocol of distance
sugared embraces
losing their grip in giggles
giddy, in full steam
fireworks
in the recesses of wide eyes
for school doesn't resume till September
Poem composed July 15, 2021