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Pooh you are my favorite I love you
Of course your many friends and Tigger too
I love pictures of fun bears on my shoes
Even if they are orange and not blue
Of course your many friends and Tigger too
I love all the silly animal crew
Even if they are orange and not blue
Sometimes you need a fabric patch and glue
I love all the silly animal crew
I love pictures of fun bears on my shoes
Sometimes you need a fabric patch and glue
Pooh you are my favorite I love you
Date Written: 7/13/2021
3 Place
Picture # 4 All rhymes checked with Rhyme Zone.com 10-syllables per line checked with How Many Syllables.com Pantoum Rhyme 1 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Eve Roper
My twin was delusional, he thought he was a star
He told me people recognized him, near and far
Strangers gave him thumbs up, pretty women smiled
Within him they saw the soul of a child.
I said "Jerry, no offense, you are poor at conversation
People yawn, go away, for the dialog duration
You lack warmth, enthusiasm, any vital spark
You're not the life of the party; the contrast is stark.
Jerry said "that's all true, but once I was a handsome dude"
I winced, "I'm your twin, don't mean to be rude
Nobody looks at me twice, but for each hard-won friend
When the storm hits, on them I can depend."
The psych diagnosed Jerry with delusions of grandeur
He may be my brother, but in social life he's poor
Most crazy people think they are hated, he thinks he sees affection
Maybe that's better, but it's still the wrong direction.
After the mental hospital, we went cycling upstate
We ran into women, they looked animated, they looked great
They gave Jerry wide smiles, men cheered him too
I pinched myself - it's been years since I've sniffed glue.
What's celebrity based on, what makes a fan?
Do they look beyond appearance, at the soul of the man?
Maybe it's based on something like a good heart
A feeling for the little guy, who makes a brand-new start.
So I'll cheer for the crowd, I'll cheer for the fan
They have the right soul but they have the wrong man.
Vera Selena (Osburn) Hinshaw - June 4, 1935 - July 19, 2018
Thank you, dear Vera, for nearly 66 years of marital bliss!
How I cherished our time together; you, my love, I truly miss.
Ours was a priceless partnership based on mutual trust,
Meeting challenges amiably when upon us they were thrust.
You were my beautiful bride, my joy and my pride.
I always felt so comfortable with you ever at my side.
Diamonds gleamed in your eyes when we pledged our eternal love;
There's no doubt our life together was ordained by Heaven above!
How your eyes sparkled when cuddling our babes at birth!
Of your love for them (and least deserving me), there was no dearth.
You were the glue that held our wonderful family together,
Through the vicissitudes of life, in fair and stormy weather.
It takes a very special lady to be an ideal Air Force wife,
To face the many challenges and hardships of military life.
You made our house a home whether in the states or foreign lands.
I marveled at your adaptability and left things in your capable hands.
I still thank God every day for making you my wife,
And that you will ever be, throughout eternal life.
When I reach the end of the trail and complete my earthly quest,
With my very last breath I can happily say, "I was truly blessed!
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A man in a vast coat-pocket universe
Captain Kangaroo was what they called him first.
His beard could shelter squirrels or a misplaced key;
the children leaned in close—but how did Grandpa get free?
Mr. Green Jeans always knew
Kangaroo's pockets held sticky glue,
a rogue banana peel, two lost keys,
and Bunny Rabbit's unpaid fees.
His mute friend Moose, that nodding sage,
new chaos filled each television stage:
Grandfather Clock chiming upside-down,
Tom Terrific losing his paper crown.
But when the Captain tipped his hat,
the mess dissolved—just like that.
No rhyme nor reason, a tidy end?
just magic tricks, and a gentle friend.
Who are you and who am I
and could it be we’re kindred spirits
deep inside?
And I wonder if this life’s a dream, the matrix
of an endless scheme
begotten long ago,
when time was not
and the only thought
was how long until they know?
How long until they know I’m “We”
and learn eventually to see
that most of what they read and learned
was nothing more than food for worms
squirming ‘round inside their heads
distracting from themselves instead.
So much to understand it’s true
but simple as the sky is blue
all tangled up like string in glue
like who was Jesus in the flesh
and was he really, truly Blessed?
(I hear it now: “That man’s a mess.”)
But not the first to question thus
as truth is written in the dust
by the winners, spinners, sinners deep
luring others fast asleep.
(Now I lay me down to rest
and pray my soul wakes up progressed
up Jacobs ladder to the gates
opened wide to celebrate.)
Even while we wander ‘round
in this mysterious dreamscape land
missing countless miracles
of each moment of life at hand.
Through pages of the ages of
every breath of birth, death,
love and living we extol
through consciousness of the cosmos,
the Holy Grail to our One Great Soul.
Don’t we perceive the universe the same:
Earth, moon, stars, cold, heat and flames?
Connected, yet disconnected,
separate and still One:
seeing the world through different eyes
like separate rays of the Sun.
Inescapable as planets are to stars
while never even knowing that
is who we are.
While sleeping and awakening repeatedly
as we do from day to day,
perhaps to do so endlessly
isn’t so far away.
And if dreams mean anything
beyond awakening at dawn,
perhaps it’s time to reimagine
where life begins and ends
while sitting still
and moving on.
© Terrell Martin, 02/06/2025
I start my day with the rising sun,
Got a lot of work before the day is done,
Back breaking and mind racing again,
I may stumble every now and then,
Tossed in the air with no direction,
Caught in the hand of Mercy with no protection,
Smacked back down and my shells' shattering,
Pick up the pieces while I'm drowning in them,
Glue them back with silence and pain
That's just me in the eye of a hurricane.
All these words in my head, only static when I speak,
I'm cracked like an egg, if you want to catch a peek,
Take your look inside, Wanna go for a ride?
Let's take a leap and go really deep,
Be wary of the things you find,
Grab your drink, weed and shrooms,
This is the ride of the undying bloom,
Enough of the gloom, bring on the hype,
Don't stop now cause you're seeing the light,
Keep on going through the dead of night,
Where Demons fly and Chaos reigns,
This is my mind as a hurricane.
These voices pulling me left and right,
Trying to tear my soul just to hear it cry,
Only to be met with screams and laughter,
Hidden are the fires of pleasure doused in the misery of pain,
Burning bright are the pillars of calamity,
Casting shadows down on all insanities,
Ripped away are friends and family replaced with insecurities,
Fighting on and on till the battle wanes,
This is my soul as a hurricane.
I'm keeping my feet on the ground, my head in the sky,
Fighting day and night, one step at a time,
Holding my ground as the wind whips by,
Keep my calm or let the storm rage,
Just dog ear and turn the page,
Let the sun set on this day, the moon rise on this night,
I got no fear for the day I die, All I can do is today,
And take yesterday's pain, make it tomorrows' gain,
When I'm living life in the eye of a hurricane.
What shall we keep after the revolution?
Lies, yes survival lies, state sanctioned lies.
lies about yesterday and tomorrow
and how we will or have overcome.
Chocolate and oxycontin factories must be kept
on a war footing.
State owned coffee house for state owed employees.
We will follow the science
accepting at last
that Alzheimer’s is natural, safe
and should never be treated
unless there are signs of recovery.
Happiness points will be allotted
according to those exhibiting
a myopic tendency to laugh at nothing at all.
Of course, Tesla electric vehicles
must be preserved and replenished
for those in dire need of a symbolic existence.
We will need more suitcases
production must be stepped up
for the new cash only economy,
while breadlines will be
considered a patriotic and legitimate form
of outdoor exercise.
We will need bicycles; one for every five families
should do.
There will be no need for fossil fuels
there are bound to be many books to burn
even when we run out of history books.
In short for every bovine fart
an angel will fall dead
confirming our inbred cultural deviancy;
those infantile hopes feeding still
the dreams of a misguided proletariat;
a large section of our overpopulated land
shortly to be turned into a much needed glue
in order to hold together our glorious future.
Apple tart tops apricot pie
Bitter gourd blends with bean curd fry
Carrot cake craves for chili sigh
Durian desserts yell doughnut cry.
Eggplants yield puddings shaped as chicks
Fruity gums glue potato sticks
Garlic lollipops waft shared licks
Hot tomatoes ignite toothpicks.
Ice cream, pepper flavor, alright
Jelly chocolates melt in light
Kindness candy brings heaven flight
Love-shaped cookies kiss lips with bite.
Merry marmalade smites bad pout
Nougat rewards weight lifter bout
Offered cheese ignores nosy doubt
Peanut butter makes nails so stout.
Quietude chips calm quirky strain
Restive popcorn reigns midst brain drain
Serenity soup soothes heart sprain
Tranquility sweets fight sleep pain.
Unity bread divides for all
Victory drinks kick fools to fall
Winsome pastries shout sugar call
Xanthic dips keep bouncing as ball.
Yummy delights appetite zest
Zooming toward dieter’s crest
Yearning for good night rest...
Zipper my mouth to thank* God, blest.
*1Thessalonians 5:18 In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.
September 11, 2021
ABC with rhyme
5th place, "Nonsense Rhyme" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina; judged on 10/26/2021.
In this world of trouble and woe
where do you turn for some aid?
heartaches on the right and your left
we need a strong anchor to not fade
I have found a real strong tower
His name is Jesus who’s able to save
whatever your concern He is truly able
to hold you steady and make you brave
You can trust completely on this saviour
for He kinows everything about you
since birth right up to your present day
His love is constant sticks to you like glue
This Jesus knows all your thoughts and actions
but His love is perfect forgiving all your sin
this Jesus is my loving saviour and Lord
His arms are always extended and open
So I know that I can trust my saviour
trust His promises are forever amen!
staying close by me each and every day
saving me for heavens glory wait till then!
I watch the sun as it rise, and I wait for the moon to light up the night sky; I watch the snow as it trickles on the ground, and I can see that winter is coming around, the galaxy is free and someone among the cloud is waiting for thee. It is a once in a lifetime mission that you have to make, so make up your mind before it too late.
Here I am in the thickness of the earth, rolling back the dry dirt. The heat is strong, but I must carry on. Look at the trees, they are standing still and I can hear the universe shouting its good will; it is the price that you have to pay when your heart feels like it is running away and you don’t have a stable place to stay.
The trees sometimes are your company and sometimes the wind creates the perfect harmony. It's the rhythm that you feel that gives you the zeal; often times it prompts you to go, where to, not sure but you keep going until you open the door.
The universe is one but the distance is long. I breach the plain and walk through every lane, looking for the gravity in the sand and the glue that hold the universe together, but it was hidden beneath the root of the tree and the wilderness stood together with brevity. Come, give me your hands, and let me take you somewhere, where you can understand.
Something is melting in the ground and the “forest shrubs” are standing around, the heat is blazing in the east, so open the box in the east and let the pressure release. Nature lives with thee and they are holding conference in the middle of the sea. Create your own path if you get the ships and make a lane with them the distance will never be the same.
The universe is long but time will sing an endless song. It is the transition of the sea that keeps haunting thee. Open the door once more and let’s enter the negotiation floor. You fight for things that you cannot be but time is waiting to welcome thee. Let’s try one more time to meet and hold peace in both hands and the world will understand.
The heat is strong, but everyone must join hands and feel the vibration that circulates in the land. The heat is strong and it will drive the universe to sing a song. The heat is strong so gather around and lets us all compose a new song.