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Her eyes a sapphire blue,
An awesome sight to view,
Her nose aristocratic,
She was so charismatic,
Her lips a rosy petal pink,
One had to blink,
Or been seen as staring,
Her nature a sheer blessing.
Her hair pure black like coal,
Her ears so dainty as if she stole
Them from a pretty fairy,
Her friendly attitude quite flirty,
Her peeking bosoms such a tease,
Begging for a squeeze,
Her tantalizing always alluring waistline,
Her demure look whilst sipping wine,
Her legs, toned and smooth,
The actual truth,
Those legs were the best in town,
Caire lived in a cottage down
The hill, her ankles slim and slender,
Her speaking tone ever so tender,
Her teeth pearly white,
Her nails and toe-nails bright
Red, wrists strong, fingers slight.
She was betrothed to the mayor,
Was this beautiful girl Caire,
To be married next week,
By a sandy beach near a sheltered creek,
Excitement was mounting,
Two days to go, she was counting,
Claire had ordered a Dior designed dress,
This was the perfect wedding, oh yes!
Her parents arrived the day before,
They were excited wanted to explore,
Mark’s parents acted a little strange,
There was never any form of exchange,
Of phone calls, no answer to a wedding invitation,
Future husband gave Clair limited information,
She looked radiant as she walked down the aisle,
She turned everybody’s head, unique was her style.
Happy as a lark to be her beloved’s wife,
She looked forward to her future role in life,
Suddenly, police sirens heard,
The noise moving closer, how weird,
Two cars arrived and, four or five policemen,
Walked towards the couple, in fact ten,
Cuffed her future husband, read him his rights,
Clair fainted, Mark was a criminal, many nights
She often thought he was too secretive,
Which made her sad, certainly not appreciative,
Claire dear girl, you forgot, habits are difficult to re-arrange,
Mark was set in his ways, so hard for you to have him change.
Mark was wanted for fraud, millions of pounds
Involved, had cooked the books, so out of bounds,
Claire's mom and dad put her gently into their car,
And took her to their home which was far,
Claire took some time to get past this catastrophe,
Over a man she loved and about to relinquish her chastity,
Ralph a divorced writer was her parent’s neighbour,
Who soon stole Clare’s heart and her chamber!
Dragon has left the winter behind; but’s still wound up & flighty as a bat.
He’s in competition with a friend, to be more creative than Dear old Jack.
He wants to make Dragon concrete art, for with Jack Ellison, to compete!
If Jack can do 1700 poems, he won’t rest until 1700 statues, are complete.
He already sells concrete Dragon footprints, popular wherever he goes.
We use them as stepping-stones on our land, everywhere, you know!
First he wants a leaning tower of Dragon, to help scare away our moles.
Then a Dragon Colosseum, within which to practice... our Ninja Trolls.
Next a splash pool you can walk thru, with Dragons to touch and to hold.
He’ll build the Great Wall of Dragon, complete with a kiddy slide, I’m told!
Another idea is a Statue of Liberty Dragon with music coming from inside.
All of it patriotic, as sung by our illustrious and greatly talented Troll choir.
Then Dragon street lamps, to light up & make life safer, throughout the lands!
The Mayor said he could make all this into a new tourist ‘Dragon Land’.
Disney World ‘Eat your heart out!’ We truly DO know, where IT is truly at!
But Dragon balked at being made a comic strip character at first, how sad!
But we told him Super Heroes are in comic books, throughout ALL the land.
Now he will become, ‘Dragon with a D’, of course, with lots of adoring fans.
If you want to be in his comics, Holler ‘HELP’! I’ll write you in, like a pro!
Between exploring his new escapades, he’ll be making his own statues, so...
Yea! He’s doing untold number of poses, to be put in…The City Park!
This should make the Sheriff of Crazyland, simply… Happy as a Lark!
We’ll start with a Dragon Festival there, with Dragon dances everywhere.
Firemen Welcome as Parade floats of Paper Dragons, dance as they sail by!
Dragon sees himself as a Super-dillious-ish Hero, as his stories spin each day!
But Dragon as a comic book figure? Naw! He can’t picture it… No Way!
So we’ll just have to keep that part to ourselves, as sparks fall on his parade.
For you simply have to remember that... REALITY is NOT his thing!
Written 5-21-2015
#"MY DEAR *SISTER* GIRL! ! !"
MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE!
SIS: "DO YOU WANT MORE?"
JOYFUL "JIFFY" BRO: "AHH!"
[SOME MO' MO']
SAYS YOUR PEANUT BUTTER *BROTHER* WHO'S COVERED AND SMOTHERED IN GOLDEN GOO...LIKE GLUE, MEMORABLE PEAK-A-BOO! ! !
WORLD: "WE SEE YOU! ! !" "WE ADORE YOU! ! !"
HAPPY AS A LARK!~~
JOYOUS PUREST SPARK!~~
SIS: ARE YOU? {SMILE}
BABY BROTHER WITH AN INITIAL STUNNED BUT, PATIENT~LOVING MOTHER... "YIKES!" LOL* LOL*
LET'S GET YOU CLEANED UP, OKAY...{SMILE}
[PEANUT BUTTER LIKE NO OTHER....
SIS AND I, SO HAPPY, WITH EACH OTHER...
WHO NEEDS BREAD FOR SPREAD, SO MUCH FUN USING OUR HANDS AND ARMS AND FACE, INSTEAD!
I DON'T MIND AT ALL....
PEANUT BUTTER ALL OVER MY HEAD AND ENTIRE SELF!]
«NOW ABOUT THAT CREATIVE JAR THAT WENT MISSING FROM THE SHELF...SEEMS LIKE A GOOD CHOICE AND WHY NOT, WE CAN USE IT TO GO BLOT* BLOT* BLOT*
"CAN'T MISS A SPOT!! LOL! LOL!"»
WORLD: "DID YOU LOVE THAT?" {SMILE}
HAPPIEST RESPONSE RECEIVED...
WHAT A BEAUTIFUL MOM & SIS AND THE WORLD UNDERSTOOD FROM ALL OF THIS...
HIS UNDENIABLE HAPPINESS! ! ! *ACHIEVED*
[GOLDEN GOO BLISS]
STICKS TO HEART, MIND AND
MEMORY...SUCH SENSORY & SUCH JOY TO HAVE SEEN!
WHAT A TIME! WHAT A TIME! ONE OF THE BEST MEMORIES TO REDEEM!
TO PAINT WITH PEANUT BUTTER, WHAT COULD BE BETTER, AS A SPREADER...
"TO SPREAD JOY! ! !" {SMILE}
ONE DAY, TO LOOK BACK AT THIS SCENE, YOU BROUGHT LAUGHTER TO OUR HEARTS...AND IT MADE US FEEL SO GOOD! TO SEE YOU...YES, JOYFUL YOU! ! !
SPREAD THE LOVE IMMERSIVELY {WITH DELIGHT}...
ON SITE!
YOU DID, YOU DID, ONCE THE OPENING OF THAT LID...
IT LOOKED LIKED IT MADE *YOUR* HEART HAPPY! ! !
"AHH!"
[OVERJOYED! ! !]
:-)
Renee D. Gross {GHPPR} August 22, 2023#
Spooky the tuff Little Ghost liked to BOO,
Knew he was scarier than scary that’s true,
Enjoyed scaring people out of their wits,
Often did he do this, used to go on a blitz
Letting them think he was a bat out of hell,
Oh, come on, that’s why his comics sold so well.
Wore his black little doiby hat, looked so debonair,
His freckles gave him a look of attitude and flair.
Being from Brooklyn his accent was dissimilar,
So, his Derby hat he pronounced doiby,
And his girlfriend Pearl he called Poil.
But Spooky wasn’t all that bad like, ‘The Ghostly trio,’
He was a bit cocky though and did have an ego.
Poil pleaded with him not to scare
People, she had vivid red hair
And in it wore a black bow ooh la, la
She was pretty, other ghosts flirted with her, aha.
As for Casper the Friendly Ghost, he and
Spooky were cousins, Spooky constantly teased
His cousin that he was Mr nice guy to everyone
But Casper enjoyed making friends, a whole ton.
He was visible to humans but for them was still a ghost.
Casper leaves his uncles the ghostly trio who were morose,
And the cute ghost-child goes out into the world
To find friends, but be it animal or human he meets,
They all scream A GHOST, and run away, Casper
Was distraught and tried to commit suicide, not realizing
He was already dead, then quite amazingly,
Meets two children who take him to their mum,
Who reacts with fear, but then welcomes him to their home.
Mom sends the three to school with a kiss the next day,
Casper was as happy as a lark, and what more can I say,
He now looks like his friends, dressed and clothed
Like a human child – Casper this personable
Ghost was ecstatic,
His translucence accepted and no longer feared,
Casper to the whole world has become a cartoon
Character so endeared.
Information from internet Harvey Comics Database Wiki
Whispers in her corridor voices over heard
Shouts of praise maybe laughing gas
She swings open her door to let light come in
Gone are the hazy days to frolic in the phrase
Stone walk ways through its ivy hedge lying dew
She just couldn't keep her mouth shut to save her soul
Talk of the town that was until she fell ill
Now deep within her thought she ponders her past
Reflections come to those who choose
Truth to her was revealed through a barbed wire fence with dent
Setting her melodic soul full force in a trance
Always thinking of her long lost son who ran away sense
Then one dreary day a knock came at her door
Lest that she shall implore some other way
Behind the door stood a tall man
Looking for warmth inside for he was a tramp
Her first impression was to send the man to camp
For many years have passed still having a reason to grasp
Old woman by the shore lest I implore
Yet give life time
We never know what's around the corner
In time she gathers her senses and approaches the man
His sad face had an unfashionable embrace
A lone trace and a thoughtful warm trace
A closer look and she soon realizes without any surprises
For it was none other then her own flesh & blood
It was his eyes does it come at any big enough surprise
Brown just like her's
With questions that she once heard
A plot of land brought back his memories
A mark on the tree would set the story free
After questions passed they both had every reason to grasp
Happy as a lark her face look straight to the ocean
The reunion with her son
Was a heaven sent magical potion
Through darkened asps with briars in rhetoric strange decorum
A morning has broken and true light came flowing
With shadows torn in darkened circumstances
Heavenly father is a God of second chances!
I went into the state liquor store last night on the more serious side of town. It was hopping and everyone was rushing from their cars to the front door as the frigid temperatures tried to bring them to their knees. Oh no! There was no stopping them from getting their fixes. It was Friday night and they were determined that they were gonna feeeel good one more time. They were gonna hit the bottle again and lay beside it kissing it goodnight on the cheek. Not a single one even noticed me either. They were in their own groove and not concerned that I was like a fish outta water in that store.
I saw the security guard first and that was all I needed to see. He was about six foot three and had the heart of my Lord and Savior. There he was standing in the middle of the store bringing any potential chaos to order. I just wanted to share my story with him (and my flyer) about the Mark of the Beast. I showed him the flashy picture of the RFID chip and I showed him the hopes of the government from the Affordable Health Care Act to affix or implant a mark upon the people of our land. He knew exactly what it was too! I was happy as a lark! He said, "Sister! Give me a few of them flyers and I will blow one up real big and plaster it to the walls in here too!" I thought to myself how would anyone ever read them because when they walk into the store they have their eyes plastered on two main things. One being the shelf with their favorite bottle and two being the checkout clerk. Then they dash for the door off to make their aches and pains go away.
It was such a positive interaction though and I thanked God for him. It was as though he was an angel standing at his post. Perhaps he was!
Gwendolen Rix
2-28-15
can you imagine yourself a young girl from Nighastan?
who is thirteen, and never stepped foot in regular school?
toiling day and night, taking care of siblings and housework,
her smile reminds of fresh-bloomed rose, no cameras capture.
can you imagine yourself a young boy from Labonga,
works in a factory for hours and hours since he was eight?
he is still respectful and humble, polite and thankful,
happy as a lark if sometimes he gets to fly a kite.
wish we were supremely gorgeous princes and princesses,
wearing sparkling gucci outfits, flying in private jets -
(talking how to support the poverty-stricken third world)
we watch their lavish weddings, their destination travels,
and secretly sigh for extravagant life we don't have!
met some of those amazingly courageous boys and girls,
who do not complain about their uneventful tough lives,
they accept their hardest journey with humble compliance -
thank god sincerely for their meager plainest possessions!
I imagine - if I had the power to change the world,
I would make their world blissful. surrounded by purest joy,
I would hold her dainty hand, and pore over fairy tales,
I would run without bounds in the open field with the boy.
those children would teach me to be grateful with simplest things,
and to smile joyful smile which nobody can ever snatch.
Poet's Notes: The poem is written on the model of Shakesperean sonnet (14 syllables in each line - exception being there are four Quatrains instead of three).
January 23, 2021
For "Can You Imagine" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Whispers in her corridor voices heard
Shouts of praise maybe laughing gas
She swings open her door to let the light shine in
Gone our the days we used to frolic in the haze
Stone walkways through the ivy hedge
She just couldn't keep her mouth shut to save her soul
Talk of the town that was until she fell ill
Deep within thought she begins to ponder her past
~
Reflections come to those who choose
Truth to her was revealed through a barbed wire fence
Setting her melodic soul full force in a trance
Always thinking of her long lost son who ran away
Then one day a knock came at her door
Lest that she implore some other way
Behind the door stood a tall man
Looking for warmth inside for he was a tramp
~
Her first impression was to send the man to camp
For many years have passed still having a reason to grasp
Old woman by the shore
Give life time we never know what's around the corner
In time she gathers her senses and approaches the man
His sad face had an unfashionable embrace
A long trace and a thoughtful warm trace
A closer look and she soon realizes
For it was none other then her own flesh & blood
Brown eyes just like her own
With many questions that she once heard
~
A plot of land brought back his memory
A mark on the tree would set the story free
After questions passed they both had every reason to grasp
Happy as a lark her face looked straight to the ocean
The reunion with her son
Was a heaven sent magic potion
Through sullen asps with briars in rhetoric décor
A morning has broken and the light came flowing
With shadows torn in darkened circumstances
Heavenly father is a God of second chances !
We noticed her at the feeder…hovering…and humming…she does not tweet
a hummingbird in October….attentively watching all the other birds eat.
So we put out our hummingbird feeder which immediately made its mark
because that hummingbird perched down to eat…and was as happy as a lark.
“Hey hummingbird!” we asked. “Why is you didn’t go
with all the other hummingbirds…down to Mexico?”
“My wings would get tired.” She said. “That whole migration thing gets old.
Besides I’m happen to be one hummingbird who simply loves the cold.”
“But how will you keep warm,” We asked, “those nights when it’s cold out there?”
“It’s called torpor.” The hummingbird smiled.
“A little something I picked up from the bears”.
“But what will you find to eat when it starts to snow?”
The hummingbird smiled again…I know where all the winter flowers grow.”
I have no trouble eating…I always get my fill
from the jasmine, snowdrops, the winter rose…the iris’s and the daffodils.”
And I am very aware when I’m flying all about
knowing which family’s like yours…keep their winter feeders out.”
We spoke with this hummingbird until she was full…then she happily flew away
and I’m happy to report she’s revisits us every day….
She comes back to our hummingbird feeder to help ward off her starvation
to visit for a while…and for some stimulating conversation.
What a wonderful surprise this year- both Deborah and I agree
something we didn’t expect to see…in October in N.C.
We didn’t know there’d be so much to learn…so much to behold
from the beak of one tiny hummingbird
who….simply…loves the cold.
I wish I could grow some wings
And soar up to the edge of the sky
Where heaven touches the earth
And the atmosphere protects
All that dwell beneath
I want to feel the delights of the wind
Blowing in my face
As I surf through the thin air
Carefree and happy
I want to see what the avian world sees
As they effortlessly glide
Way up in the sky
Viewing both far and near
I want to cruise high above
Just as the jetliners do
Higher than a hot air balloon
That always seems so lonely
In the early morning sky
I want to get dizzy as I look down
On the people who are like ants
In a world so vast and varied and
Filled with animals and plants
I hope to see Man-made and natural wonders
That only the intrepid traveller ever found
I want to have a panoramic view
That only angels can see
As they look down on you and me
I want to peek over the horizon
That once caused so much fear
And know what Columbus knew was true
That people like me live everywhere
A supersonic traveller I wish to be
As I catch the Jetstream
And zoom across the globe
High above a summers’ kite
Way up where my head will feel so light
No one will be as high as me
I will be the king of the sky
Happy as a lark
Dancing among the clouds
And smiling at the sun
I shall marvel
At earths bounty
That includes you and me
And see where rivers start
Then flow into the sea
I will be where no one
Has dreamt they could ever be
Only an Astronaut
Can outdo me
One day hopefully I will get my wings
And fly up through the sky
Up and up I will go
I will let the wind decide where I will flow