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Dark hair in ringlets softly frames her face,
the style her mother likes to see her wear,
and her new gown looks pretty trimmed in lace
while near the wall, she occupies a chair.
She gazes at a crowd of boys and girls -
the boys, like small men, dressed in shirts and ties;
the girls, like her, dolled up, their hair in curls.
What thoughts might lie behind her dark jade eyes?
Young women not yet asked to dance have flocked
together. Seeing her, they burst into
a fit of giggles. Is she being mocked?
She drops her gaze, unsure of what to do.
Her hope, a tiny bird, away has flown.
As always, with chagrin, she sits alone.
Posted Aug. 7, 2017 for Ever Roper's "She Sits Alone" Poetry Contest
I wish I could be
like Benjamin Button
Me oh my
wouldn’t that be sumthin
My hair would grow thicker
no longer thin and grey
From winter’s cold December
I’d progress back to May
Stronger much faster
my body restored
No nursing home for me
I would never be bored.
Enjoying my retirement
again but in reverse
The best part of it all
no need for a hearse.
Then back to work life
at the peak of my career
Cash for me to spend
on those who are dear
Life would be much better
my thoughts growing clearer
My looks would start improving
as I looked in the mirror
In a matter of years
I’d be back in school
University days sweet
a time to be cool
Savouring each moment
stopping to smell each flower
Romance back to innocence
reclaiming youthful power
Then becoming a child
delightful and free
No more big worries
or responsibility
I’d go from toddler wobbles
to a baby so sweet
Giggles and tickles
mom rubbing my feet
My earthly needs met
cuddly comfort and love
Affectionate eyes so adoring
looking down from above
If like Benjamin Button
my life was lived reversed
Would I have lived it better
being it was formerly rehearsed?
Inspired by the movie Benjamin Button staring Brad Pitt.
The ecstasy of a silky bed
Warm covers and soft pillows
All I want is to sink there
And get carried away in hollows
Of the path of past memories.
Mum smiling and hugging me
like in a maze, I hear my giggles.
Dad chases me and catches me.
Delicious sensation brings wriggles
And laughter echoes in my ears.
Careless little feet of childhood
ventures boldly leaping time
year after year, with gleaming eyes,
blowing candles in melodious rhyme.
Proud another year is gone.
My eyes flow open and I rise in trance.
An angelic face seeks in the mirror
Those days never to come back.
I can see the images, all so clearer
And a poignant pain pierces my heart.
My arms surround myself for a hug.
How I miss that carefree moment,
Of sublime confidence in my dreams
I acknowledge defeat and victory.
Be it today my atonement.
Everyone is born to complete the phases of life.
Alas! If they could know...I was once a kid too!
To
Understand
What
Love is not an easy task.
To
Confuse
Childish
Butterflies bottled up
Until we
Hiccup giggles
In summer afternoons
Was
Nothing but
a silly
crush
Like a little girl
anticipating Christmas
I used to
shake waiting for your arrival
to
unwrap me
and
now
I understand
Now
This was
Not
Love
But it was a chemical attraction
EXPLOSIVE
Oh
The match you lite
Sparked fireworks burning its embers into the pallet
Of dark
Mischief memories
that Covered us
with the cover of night.
Oh yes it was
Addictive like sleep
I await you
With
Open
Arms
Of a woman
And
An unlimited allotment of patience
And
In love,
I
Will
Hold onto
What is really true
Always remembering how
I feel
About you
Moments
Of
Innocence
And
Complete
And utter
Acceptance.
is
what i am
wishing for
Will
You
Stand
Here
In the rain
We can Brace each other
From the worldly pain
But
I
Will shield you
From the cool wind at the end of the day
To understand
the true definition
of love
is not an easy
task.
But
It is finally giving of thine-self
of
your
worldly
desires
for someone else.
Forever in love
First rendezvous, much later in life,
as if I was closer to an unending wait,
My first love and I was his wedded wife,
now silver brightly shining in my plait ....
Blush on cheeks and sparkle in eyes,
I am young when back into memories,
Smile on face to the wrinkles defied,
Forever in love, my soulful reveries ....
Embers lay deep with frozen wings,
those giggles that were ripped apart,
Some revived notes at heart strings,
now songs of an utmost caring heart ....
Aura of new sunrise, subtle melody awaits
lovely twilight hues as I colour my plaits.
Written Feb 11th, 2016
For contest- our year in love
Sponsor- Olive
Hush little baby, my little chickadee
Listen you’ll hear the symphony
As I gently rock my baby to sleep
Counting sheep with Little Bopeep
Singing you this lullaby my dear
Whispered softly in your ear
The sun sets with colours of gold
Over swaying fields of marigold
Hush little baby sleep or sing along
With the other angels all night long
Tomorrow the sun will rise with a purr
There will be time for giggles and laughter
But now it’s time for bedtime
So close your little eyes with a rhyme
The sun sets with colours of gold
Over swaying fields of marigold
Let your spirit soar on a breath of love
Dance with the other angels up above
And a one and a two and a three
Let your spirit soar high and free
Rocking gently to and fro
I will see you early tomorrow
Sleep tight my little angel, goodnight
Around on the carousel, goodnight
AP: 2nd place 2020
Submitted on March 7, 2018 for contest LULLABY IN THE SUNSET sponsored by VERMILLION SCYTHE - RANKED 5TH
My seven-month-old daughter, beside herself
with swirling fascination, has unfolded
her tiny arm a bridge for Christmas elves’
safe passage, unconcerned she’s being scolded
by Papa Grinch - who’s clacking away at this.
From my perspective on the less-festive couch,
I cannot see her sparkling eyes witness
magical animation, but I’ll vouch
something’s ‘bout to go down, based on a smile
and ding-a-ling giggles; her angelic face
lit up as though nutcrackers march awhile
icicles melt the seams of man-made space
where a dad’s unaware this innocent time
(just for me) gift wraps Naomi’s holiday crime.
11/30/2018
A funny thing happened on the way to the Soup
Was accosted by a young girlie with a sign
A sign that read “WE WANT MORE GIGGLES”
And Jester Jack's our fellow of rhyme
Jester Jack's been missing for quite a while now
He's been writing bout mushy love stuff
Don't know what's come over this dear fellow
Of his funnies, we can't get enough
It's just a phase old Jack's going through
Maybe thinks his number's almost up
Naw that can't be it, this guy's fit as a fiddle
He's still as spry as a young pup
So for those who are patiently waiting for fun
Jester Jack promises giggles real soon
Getting back to his roots that's where he's heading
Won't be too long so y'all stay tuned
A funny thing happened on the way to the Soup
© Jack Ellison 2013
Echoed giggles remain hysterical in Spring
Abundant greenery grows tall along the river
Both sides of the banks merge their foliage
Connecting branches together overhead
Trees become an arching canopy above it all
Creating shade for children paddling on
Now bouncing on the Cannon traveling down
On inner tubes absconded from some ugly trucks
Filled with air to carry them to who knows where
Dark waters run cold and deep in Spring
People don’t mind because the sun is hot
The river keeps them cool on Summer’s path
Soon to come again around the bend
The mountain takes a breath of fresher air
Winter melts along the river distance in a mist
A cold dip, another drink, steeped in mystery
Slips into a dream of drifting
Beyond the twisting and the winding
Spinning from the past into the future
We all sail on together in a song worth listening to
Ducks and fish and even bugs float by
Who just happen to be there for a good time
On the fly
Tubing through the narrows splashing
Try not to get wet while laughing
On an adventure bending space and time
It goes on for hours if not longer
Sometimes forever if you sing along and try
*Authors Note: Cannon River- Minnesota. I have never been there but I understand it is a blast.
In a quiet town, there lived young Tommy,
Though folks called him “coward,” he was never balmy.
His baked goods were famous, a delight to all,
But when trouble arose, he would just let it stall.
“Hey, Tommy, come join us!” the tough guys would cry,
But he’d smile and shake his head, “I’ll just pass on by.”
Though fear gripped his heart whenever they’d fight,
He’d be found in the kitchen, making desserts light.
One day at noon, a ruckus did arise,
Two folks fought over pie, to no one's surprise.
They screamed and they shouted, making a fuss,
While Tommy just watched, sipping soda on a bus.
Then suddenly, splat! A pie took to flight,
With whipped cream and laughter, what a bizarre sight!
Tommy saw chaos, and thought, “This is grand!
Why not join in the fun? I’ll lend a sweet hand!”
With flour in hand and a grin on his face,
He leaped in the fray with adorable grace.
Instead of a fist, he tossed dough in the air,
And soon there were giggles and laughter to share.
A cupcake for one, a donut for two,
Before long, the fighters all joined in the brew.
They tossed around pastries like kids on the run,
And soon it was clear—this was all just good fun!
So here’s to dear Tommy, the baker so bright,
Who turned scuffles to sweets and brought joy to the fight.
Though he may not be fearless in the usual way,
He showed that true courage can brighten the day!
In the end, let’s remember this tale with a grin,
Sometimes the best battles are fought from within.
For our dear friend Tommy, though timid and shy,
Knew how to spread happiness, and that’s worth a try!
Isnpired by the song "Coward of the County by Kenny Rogers"