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The guests had all left; the band had stopped playing
No more witty remarks, no more 'As I was saying'
Decorations strewn casually on the floor here and there
Half-filled glasses of champagne's stale odor downstairs
We looked at each other; we managed to smile
Surrounded by emptiness, crusted dishes in piles
Our heads still a-buzz from the night's gay repartee
These aches in our joints, souvenirs of exuberant glee
Turn back the hands of the clock, O you Guardians of Night
Nevermore burst forth rays of the dawn of morn's light
Play the music forever; let the champagne flow upstream
Perpetuate laughter, delicacies dainty, and dreams
For memories dim, as events recede in Time's sands
When the party is over, who will strike up the band
June 24, 2019
After the Party Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anthony Slausin
Such a dull evening
With it's cool breezy wind
Prompting us to chuckle
As we sat in a semi circle
Opening a flow of styles
Of ancient oriental culture
Spurring to life
A reel of retrospective tokes
flowing from a maternal bosom
with each descending strides
bringing sparkles to maa’s eyes
with each stylish strides
she flaunts the age long slits
from side to side
sparking life with each stride
to the beaming guests
amidst the cheers
emerged a glowing rage
that even a calming smile
from maa
could not quell
the fiery storm
working his boisterous wind
over bonds
even over locking band
but winding through
a maternal call
sending shocking waves
amidst the merging circle
encircling the flirting slits
with its storming wind
Exclamation marks rile up and excite Mrs. Ex.
She teaches seventh grade English and always suspects….
We are overdoing it when we use even on.
So I throw them in my paragraphs to have some fun.
She says they should be rare and exclusive to execute.
Her ideas are not mine, they simply do not compute.
Loving these fine exclamation marks, I make with my pen,
But she grades my papers, so a huge pickle I am in.
She says, “Please use them sparingly! Better yet, not at all.”
But what if I see a gigantic man-eating woman sixty feet tall?
Or a monster devouring a grade school and a shopping mall?
Mrs. Ex stares at me, in a kind of weird wordless stall.
What if you only used this mark once a day? She suggests.
Her suggestion annoys me, my pa and all of our guests.
Of course, new exclamation marks are all over the things that I write.
Infuriating out of Mrs. Ex, who ran away from her job last Tuesday night.
A Christmas Eve party
A bitter husband dressed as Santa
Went on a shopping spree
A shooting spree for Satan
His family’s home ablaze in Christmas light
Flooded out when an eight year old girl
Opened the door to Saint Nick
But instead of his holiness
She met his “nic” named Insanity
Receiving quite a large gift
He shot her cold in the face
Then sprayed the fleeing guests
With his fertile fluid of death
And the house went down into the flames
Satan’s slaughter was done
And inferno had touched the earth
On the other side of the manger
Where no real kings ever come
Christmas is always a special time
Special even in the Dead Land
Everyone wants to get something
No one wants to be left out in the cold
Not even in Hell
No one wants to be left out
Not in the cold with the beasts
Alone with Satan
Finished fragrance falling off the autumn trees
Shorter days and darker sun in harvest sprees
Green leaves are red brown and yellow
Children get in yellow buses to their school
Our shirts are long sleeved and time cool
The September sun is romantically mellow
A box of pumpkin pie underneath your pillow
Laughing children in the swimming pool
Seeds fall off the trees
Greetings for new guests in spring
Light and shade chat in your face
Season to let go
To feel life too is like leaves
Days in outspread wings in blue
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24/9/2016 For Three Style II Poetry Contest
Syllables checked with howmanysyllables.com
Sponsored by: Laura Loo
Jesus is indeed the great story teller
on this occasion He told of a king
telling what heavens kingdom is like
the king gave a feast for his son to bring
Those who were invited but they didn't come
then other servants went to hand out invites
but many excuses they made to not appear
despite promising a feast so very bright
This king was raging full of fire
many invited so sent army out to kill
then sought anyone to come to feast
though not worthy, bring them in still
So sent to the highways and byways
whether they be invited to be a guest
but one is found with no wedding dress
how he got in? seeing not proper dressed
The king brought judgement to bare
ordered the man to be sent in dark to weep
concluding that many indeed are called
but chosen are the few to be His sheep
("And again Jesus spoke to them in parables, saying, “The kingdom of heaven may be compared to a king who gave a wedding feast for his son, and sent his servants[a] to call those who were invited to the wedding feast, but they would not come. Again he sent other servants, saying, ‘Tell those who are invited, “See, I have prepared my dinner, my oxen and my fat calves have been slaughtered, and everything is ready. Come to the wedding feast.”’ But they paid no attention and went off, one to his farm, another to his business, while the rest seized his servants, treated them shamefully, and killed them. The king was angry, and he sent his troops and destroyed those murderers and burned their city. Then he said to his servants, ‘The wedding feast is ready, but those invited were not worthy. Go therefore to the main roads and invite to the wedding feast as many as you find.’ And those servants went out into the roads and gathered all whom they found, both bad and good. So the wedding hall was filled with guests. “But when the king came in to look at the guests, he saw there a man who had no wedding garment. And he said to him, ‘Friend, how did you get in here without a wedding garment?’ And he was speechless. Then the king said to the attendants, ‘Bind him hand and foot and cast him into the outer darkness. In that place there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.’ For many are called, but few are chosen.” ")
Matthew 22: 1-14 (ESV)
Happy Birthday Surprise
Happy Birthday banner displayed
Party is set and ready to go
Waiting for the birthday boy to show
Party hats, presents, are ready and so
Is the cake with candles to blow
Beer is brewing to the side
Guests take their places and hide
As lights are turned off
Key is inserted rotating the knob
Door creaks open with a delay
Silhouette of two embracing figures in play
Lights are turned on and everyone jumps
Shouting, “Happy Birthday!”
Snapping jokes, igniting puns
Lover’s embarrassment wanting to run
Honored all his friends were there
Birthday boy’s stowaway his dreams for another day
2/5/2016
- Poetry Contest: Birthday Party
Sponsored by: Nayda Ivette Negron
I traveled and see
The mount of glory
Where animal and person
Live as friends
The mountain of peace
Caries two peaks
Home of wonders
Guests be keen on
Mawenzi is the smaller
Kibo is the taller
They all have snow
Melts to life juice
The mountain is splendor
Tanzania must celebrate
sheltered colonizers and travelers
Kilimanjaro is the mount
Where lord was worshiped
A mount of glory where glory lives
Dare not missing once in being
People come people go
They dare again going
They felt the beauty
More and they live
Our friends and neighbors
Live in mount’s gossip
That we play and teasing
Though lucky than them
Still illiterate and stupid
Of all the years!
No body had volunteered
Made policies
that attract sightseer
Only is thought
pouching and smuggling
I hate this life, full of poverty
On natural richness!
The time was a quarter past half past to twelve
on the second from last day at the beginning of the month
in the year twenty-twenty-soon, and all was quietly loud.
The dancing had only just stopped after a night of sitting still
and food piled up on the empty tables.
Jugglers had danced telling their jokes and magicians sung
their impersonations. People mingled on their own while
loners chatted in small groups of large numbers.
The party was starting just how it had ended
and the guests were now arriving after clearing out slowly;
hangers-on and lingerers had been the first to leave
with late-comers having turned up too early
and many of the uninvited empty-handedly bearing gifts.
It had certainly been a night that day, a party like no other!
It was a party of fleas who dropped some tea into the sea
Created a baby that left its mommy
Now there is an elephant and donkey in the room
So, lets asked who’s the bigger ***?
A spark, a flare, lighting a camel, an affair
Puff of smoke gone, what went wrong?
Bully the pulpit, who’s the culprit
Line drawn and divided by two
A state of iron bars but let’s call it a zoo
Divided into a system of them vs you
Don’t lose your autonomy
Though everyone is still just a monkey
Collectively a swarm of angry bee’s
The brilliants of hatred and judgment
The embellishment establishment pageant
Yesteryear's of days past are today's fears
Financiers, volunteers as November nears
Comparisons, divisions of wealth’s occupations
Frictions, contradictions, comedians
Who will be the next king of the jungle?
Both proclaiming to be the blissful angel
Tis the mating seasons bestial battle
Birdies tweets all about it on the their social
Scandal! Scoundrel! Oh, look there’s a squirrel
The eternal feral quarrel circle
The apex creatures are very territorial
For the king or queen, gerrymandering
The two-party system is the grand pyramid scheme
Bunch of ***holes looking up and bunch of **** looking down
Kiss up, gallop, gossip, stirrup, who will win the crown?
In this cage, enrage, what’s on the front page?
Who’s saying what about minimum wage?
Outrage about an issue? The cockatoos will throw a horseshoe
Here, eat this grass, here, pray at mass, or don’t
They will provide an antidote
Cheer, this one is such a deer, so sincere, so clear
Ok, the political evolution will find a way to prey on the economic roadway
Confusing rat race values, turn to the news and find out who will lose
Here, oats for the goats. No, the grass is greener over there
But be aware because there is a monster troll lair
Despair not of this nightmare, the election will swear to another road
The only condition for this prince is you must kiss this toad
Bam, the payload full of taxes and other critter’s pensions
Hurry up and cooked this eagle thanksgiving is awaiting
Tis the season for the hating, frustrating, debating,
Won, the elephants and donkeys parties are one hell of celebration
After-all in this zoo, the keepers and guests are laughing at you
Updated 5/14/2019
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