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Rose Ladies
Lovely ladies, Tiggywinkles, to my garden return
Good as Gold after absence from winter’s sojourn
Shirley’s Bouquet – blue tipped rose acclaimed
American Beauty a winner proclaimed
Spicy perfumes from Brandy - First Love -
Calls Whisper out - petals of white like mourning doves
Midas Touch gown glows bright as Sugar Moon
Queen Mother, Sunburst in Carousel swoons
Ketchup and Mustard ready for a Garden Party
Hot Cocoa in Sterling Silver served up so smartly
The Dark Knight looks out for purple Intrigues
Neptune on guard coming from twenty leagues
Swan ladies so graceful tell of Sutter’s Glory
See constellations and pale Virgo’s story
Olympiad sighs for races with stallions
Gold, silver, Bronze Star – precious Medallions
Shares Anna’s Promise, Tiffany’s First Prize
As Just Joey and Blue Girl in Iceberg fantasize
With Peace they arrive, some in Tropicana dress
A Double Delight, Mr. Lincoln, to beauty confess.
These are the roses that grace, and have graced, my garden with a few minor exceptions.
3-10-21
Contest: List with a Twist
Sponsor: Charles Messina
A friend of mine, well past his prime
lay in his dreary bed,
calling me and asking, "Please,
come visit me I beg."
I said I would just as I should
tomorrow, after sunrise,
but little did I know it then
life passed before his eyes.
A promise made but one not kept,
I wept for days on end,
for never did I follow through
to visit my old friend.
Who lay there waiting for only me
to come and share a few fine tales,
of words and deeds together, we
succeeded, triumphed, and failed.
He merely asked for minutes
but I cancelled his request,
too busy living my own life
instead of giving him my best.
And now I'm left to ponder
and forsake what's done is done,
for not a day can pass me by
without wishing I could run.
Away from my own prison walls
and chains that weigh me down,
for waiting, waiting, far too long
too late to see him now.
He was not known for his credentials,
letters or degrees,
his life was bare essentials
of family, friends, and needs.
And though I know I let him down
before he took to fly away,
I tell you now, he had a heart
as good as gold and any man, I'd say.
Forgive me friend if you can hear
my voice from near and far,
yesterday you were a man,
and today, a shining star.
I'll see you in the sky tonight
with my binoculars in hand,
and when I do, I'll wave to you,
and pray you understand.
I did not ignore your last request
but failed to see your fate,
whose time had come, whose race was won
and I arrived too late.
But for those who never knew you
as keenly as these eyes,
you were a friend in need and one indeed,
God speed, wherever you may fly.
You're spending time in isolation now
Nobody comes to visit anymore
You've things to say, but really don't know how
To get your message past the bedroom door
Try poetry! It's fun and it's quite cheap
Express yourself, whatever's on your mind
Plant seeds your loved ones 'ventually reap
You'll do the world a favor, sweetest kind
Tell folks about the virtues you hold dear
Consistency ... Reliability
Integrity and Honesty, that's clear
Old-fashioned, but as good as gold can be
When you look back on life and love, you'll see
You'll frame your legacy with poetry
~ Iambic Pentameter ~
March 11, 2021
Poetry as Legacy Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Dear little pussy cat sleeping all so snug
perhaps she maybe dreaming of a birdie or a bug,
Though as soon as I be resting you betcha she'll be woke
running like a sprinter, and this is not a joke!
Sweet pretty putty cat snoozing moonlight gleam
Now snoring very loudly and Oh it's quite extreme,
What if she's not feeling well? Maybe it's a cold
Suddenly she's piping down and phew she's good as gold.
Dear little pussy cat calms me with her poise
bringing me much joy within, when there is no noise,
Sometimes she does silly things coaxing me to giggle
sweet pretty putty cat Haha she done a wiggle !!
A fellow came round
120 years old
I inquired of his health
He said, Good as gold
I asked him to tell me
of the life that he'd led
He chuckled a bit
'You mean, 'fore I'm dead'
Then he stopped me real quick
Said he was a bit out of line
And began forthwith
to chronicle his time
Told me he fought in WW1
was hit by the foe's guns
Developed a fearful infection
Long months of dejection
Said his parents died from the Spanish Flu
Sister and brother got pretty sick too
He lost all his money in the Stock Market Crash
Ate dinner forever from dumpster trash
During WW2 he recalled lines and shortages
How difficult it was to pay the mortgage
On and on he went, through Korea and 'Nam
Winding up for the finish, he started his slam
Bemoaned the hippies, the yippies, sex-drugs-rock'n'roll
Said the decline of the Church has exacted its toll
Felt folks today can't bear the smallest sacrifice
Concluded with words perhaps true, but not very nice:
'Now all these spoiled brats complain
about temporary mask mandates
I wonder if there's much of a future
for the once-great United States'
like peacock,
her hair
ostentatious - diamonds
in her fearless lair
quietly…boldly…divine
human, yet
impregnable
pregnant
with perfume
pulse point spitfire -silk of moon
her countenance beams
lights up the stars of heaven
gate of pearls
luminescent
prettified
princess
outshines the knight. his armor
crimson and cherry
he lowers his shield, lays down
his bloody sword…
petrified
like tin man
he creaks
he reeks of oil, dead man’s spoil
valiant in battle
yet he cannot penetrate
royal spirit
of beauty
many moons
sail o’er
the cleansing pool, deep skimming
of flesh, breath and beast
the sun puts new clothes on him
he looks good as gold
shining
at the ball
eyes lock
key to her heart in his hand
she recognizes the night
they first met…he bows…she bends
her knees weak
for prince charming
diamonds,
like stars
well wishes…new beginnings
sparkle of rainbow
no more cries of war…wells tears
mad in love
drops her headdress
7/3/2023
I live by such simple logic actions
this only seems to you science fiction
left brain grows my people interactions
my male strength burns from a deep conviction
the fight for what is right my ambition
in my armour I take my lady’s plight
I will always be your saving brave knight
please do not judge me for being so hard
I feel I need to guard my love’s equal
our love's safety held in highest regard
as a man I live to fight all evil
I wear scars from a fight medieval
recording my loves struggle for my bride
my love and fight for you won’t be denied
when you neglect me I am also hurt
what I need is your heart as good as gold
be faithful to me never be a flirt
when we walk home at night in icy cold
my arm is the one that you choose to hold
I will hold your hand till the breaking dawn
when all your fears are now real and born
I hold your honour in highest esteem
this births my stress over our love future
I sacrifice for you as a life’s theme
all this while keeping my sense of humour
when our daughter’s heart has gone all lunar
her father will teach her to be love smart
this wisdom is what I hope to impart
when times in life bring on the very tough
this is when my vows and love commitment
ensure I fight for us to have enough
no regrets, this is a life fulfillment
my love for you will always be consistent
I chose to be your faithful loving man
I love you, like a man, that’s what I am
-for Linda and Jean-
Your mind I love, for it’s witty and quick,
It’s true and straight, no never is “sick.”
When I’m not careful, it gives me a kick!
It’s soulful, trusting and loves with no trick.
Your eyes, Yes! They fantasize me,
I get a shiver when they’re angry.
I’m warm when there is Love I see,
I love to see them a happy green.
Your hands, they are the key to you,
When you touch me, I feel the Love in you.
During our closeness your senses flow thru,
Anytime they’re held, all that’s gray turns blue.
Your breasts are firm and nice to hold,
They do get perky! when they’re cold.
“Kiss this one, now that one” I am told,
To me they’ll ever be good as gold.
Your body is sensuous in any position,
You use it in bed like a vixen magician.
I will treasure you always in any condition.
I give you love’s emotion, my total devotion.
Once upon a time ....
A little boy was born
He cried when he was born
as most babies do
It was a nice little boy
named Dan
He was born into an ordinary family
Mother, father, siblings, grandma and grandpa
Soft blankets and a crib to sleep in
Unfortunately, not always real life as an adventure
Family life was not a bed of roses
The boy Dan got a new mother and father
A hard time for a young boy
Feelings of betrayal and loneliness
But he got much love of his new family
As the years went by he accepted his life
His teenage years, I will not say much about
Dan was like most young people
Most often kind and helpful
but also a little naughty as boys are
Looked after the girls and went happily to a party
At the end of his life as a teenage he had a special
eye for a pretty girl, who later became his faithful wife.
They were so young both of them, but their hearts had decided.
One day they gave each other: "YES, I WILL"
November 2011 I met Dan
Yes, I met him here in P-Soup
He was one of my first friends here
Always a smile, nice and caring
I was looking forward to his word
We have become "f.e.f." - Forever friends!
Dan is a man who allows himself to be sensitive
Yes, he can even cry
Thoughtful, afraid of hurting others' feelings
He likes a little flirt .... but loves his wife
Dan and I traveled together to the "Land of Happiness"
in the words of the poem, rhyme of course
Dan is the expert on the rhyming (I'm hopeless)
A poem from Dan to me, hanging on my wall with ribbon on
If I mention the word: Pizza .... I think it is more
than me who knows it, he LOVES pizza!!
However, he HATES to shovel snow
Dogs are man's best friend, just ask Dan
Have a beer and a weekend trip with the guys
is also something he appreciated
Dan you are good as gold and it is not bull****
I love you as my dear friend
Wishing you all the best
A big hug from me to you: "f.e.f." !!
01.10.2013
A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Sponsor:Dan Kearley
Contest Name :"Who Am I"
(1st place in the contest)
Just a gravel road
Laid with old creek rock
Way out in the country
No door has a lock
Just a tidy yard
With a garden on the side
A well in the back
They would seek, I would hide
Just a little trailer
Surrounded by all trees
Sitting on the porch swing
Swatting at the wood bees
Just a small bird bath
And a little lady sign,
“Wipe your feet honey child”
Mostly talking about mine
Just an old station wagon
Drove us everywhere
All across the state we went
Without a problem or a care
Just a simple lady
With a smile bright as May
With a heart good as gold
And a laugh that made your day
Just a simple lady
That I would like to be
If I’m anything like her
I hope the world will see
Just a simple lady
Who really lit this place
On high, she’s resting peaceful
Her soul is now with Grace