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A hat can hide a head that's bald
Or one with unwashed hair.
It often makes the wearer feel
That he or she has flair.
Protection from the sun or rain
A hat can, too, provide.
The wind won't get to tresses
When a cap's tucked them inside.
Of late, I've started sporting hats
Of many styles and brims.
I choose the one that matches
What I'm wearing or my whims.
The only drawback that I find
Is when I'm dining out
Or in the theater where no racks
Or closets are about...
I have no clue where it should go
Or what to do with it,
So through the show or meal
Upon my lap it gets to sit.
A tiny price to pay, I think;
We go the extra mile
And suffer just a little bit
To strut around in style.
A kiss a day keeps the blues away
But a hug is even better
Cannot get enough of you
Don’t think things can get much better
Every time I think of you
Fluttering goes my heart
Giving me a feeling true
Holding hope we will never part.
In your arms I long to be
Just because we are apart
Keep me with in your dreams to see
Love that flows from heart to heart
My heart is yours it seems
No one can take it away
Oh my love I’ve sent letters in reams
Please never from us sway
Quote back to me my love for you
Read my letters of love
Stay with me our love renew
Take my hand as close as in glove
Under the stars we plight our troth
Venus is our guiding light
When the light does attach the moth
Xanthocomic covers the pillow tonight
Yin to my yang, you are my love, and our love will ever grow
Zoetic high we will be, and this the whole world show
Contest Entry
© ~GG~ 23/05/2013
Xanthocominc…. Yellow Hair
Zoetic……………Living/ Vital
If you get too far down in the sea you will miss
the beautiful colors that swim by like this.
There is a school of flame angel fish, orange and bright.
If you get too far down, you will not see them or any light.
The mandarin fish are coming by to say hello now.
Some are fluorescent red and green, a real wow.
oh, my oh my It is a group of purple fin fish I think.
Their posh purple fuchsia color borders on dark pink.
Watch out for the corals, they are devastatingly dangerous you know.
With a gorgeous orange, yellow and peachy like look, glistening so.
The ocean has a delightful combination of blues and greens today.
Unsure if it is pacific teal or aquamarine, but it is joyful and gay.
my parody
My husband's like to water, I to oil.
We're masters of the knock-down, drag-out brawl.
We just don't mix. I cause his blood to boil
and he enrages me. The dude has gall!
Why in the dickens are we both still here?
You'd think one would vamoose to parts unknown,
but each holds our vast property so dear,
we keep a death-grip on it, scowl, and moan.
Explaining our relationship is hard;
We're cold as ice, with tempers blazing hot.
All sense of reason from this home we've barred.
Will white flags soon be waving? I think not!
Such is the power of assets owned so long
by two who daily scream, "I'm right; you're wrong!"
Edmund Spenser’s sonnet (see notes) follows the rhyme scheme of
ABAB BCBC CDCD EE.
The rhyme scheme of my parody is English/Shakespearean.
Date: January 11, 2020
Contest Title: English Sonnets Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
We first saw Cooper on our morning walk…and had the chance to meet
when, with tail wagging, he ran up to us as we walked along the street.
We imagine he ventured from his yard…deciding instead his neighborhood to roam…
then got lost and was trying unsuccessfully to find his way back home.
Luckily he had his dog tag on when up to us he came…
It’s how we knew immediately that Cooper was his name.
His address and phone number were also there…yes his dog tag had it all…
So…while I happily petted Cooper…Deborah made the call.
After drinking a bowl of water at our house Cooper finally made it home…
I wonder if he’ll be so quick tomorrow…his neighborhood to roam?
As I watched Cooper and his owner reunited…thank us
then walk off together as happily…
I thought isn’t what just happened the very definition of humanity?
To come to the aid of those in need…to be like their umbrella in the rain…
To help in anyway we can…to give food and drink and shelter…
to try and ease their pain?
Which makes me wonder what has changed about the world out there in front of me
what has happened to the human race…to our humanity?
I’m not saying humanity is dead…it’s not…I think we’re all agreed
there are many people who care about others…who will help anyone in need..
But humanity has been injured…wounded…which makes it bittersweet.
What if the answer lies with Cooper…a dog we met out on the street
Wouldn’t humanity be enhanced…if everyone across every land
had a hand in helping anyone who needs a helping hand?
I imagine we’d cherish human life a little more
If everyone treated everyone they see…
the way we treated Cooper
and I imagine…Cooper would agree.
You had passed on 4 years before.
It seemed to have been so long ago.
I finished high school, moved far away,
And was hoping to find a better way.
Still, I wondered if I could thrive like you;
If I could help improve the livelihood of mom.
In so many ways Dad, you were always on my mind.
When driving or gardening, you are on my mind
Because you taught me how best to do both.
Even now, when I tie my shoes, I think of you because
You showed me how to lace when I was very young.
When I was learning to raise a family, I wondered
If I could provide for them like you did for us.
I often thought about how you spoke of moving west,
But you always remained east of the Mississippi.
I never planned or desired for it to happen Dad, but
I moved to California and lived there for 40 years.
In so many ways, you have always been on my mind.
I'm sure that it was the things you said and did.
You were on my mind because you believed in family,
Never leaving or forsaking us, keeping us protected,
Sheltered, fed, and warm. Thanks, Dad. Missing you.
05223124PS
you ve never failed
i will call upon your name
i m
right there
where my thought
they have no grip no more
the great unknown is
where and when you ll call me out to you
my soul will rest assured
at least i´ ve promised me that years ago
your spirit guides me
your sovereign heart united us all
or so it seems to me
when i think about my wishlist
only in weak moments
we don´t know anything about mystery
only fear surrounds us like a little spy
trust without borders
that´s how i love to describe you
even you are so much more
take me deeper, take us higher
lead us to a higher dream
how it feels to sum you up
grace leads me
when you
make my faith
much stronger
Roses are red,
Violets are blue
Wait,
Violets are really more purple
that's why they're called "Violet",
right?
And come to think of it Roses are pink
and sometimes white and yellow
and
peach
and purple!
No!!
I thought Violets are purple!
My mother's maiden name is
Violett
but with two Ts at the end.
I think it's French,
but we're Scottish and Irish and
English
and
German,
and what about the German Violet.
It sometimes blooms white and lavender,
but isn't it better known as the
Persian Violet.
Then there's the African Violet
and the New Guinea Violet,
no
that's an Impatiens,
scratch that last one.
Stop!!
I'm getting a headache.
What
was
this
about
anyway?
Oh,
Roses are red white yellow peach purple,
Violets are blue white lavender and spelled with two Ts
(sometimes)
It doesn't sound quite right anymore.
Oh
well,
you get the idea.
Have a wonderful loving Valenttine's Day!! (with two TTs)
02/14/16
*
In
my life
and journey
it seems I am
different people.
Each one, as if possessed
like chapters of a huge book ~
When I think back, I am haunted,
enthralled, charmed, captivated, tearful.
So, many paths and curves in my journey.
**
Need to just open . . . a page of my book
to my childhood days and the deep love.
But, then grieve endured obsessed me,
parts of my childhood madness ~
I was possessed with craze,
but, I lived though it
by writing words
inspired ~
as tears
poured.
***
This
woman
of today
is soft, tranquil ~
Embraces the book
is humbled by each page
the journey, story thus far ~
With all the joys, the deaths and love,
all part of this . . . mesmerizing world,
that, I am enraptured and possessed by.
Someone left a seed to grow
on barren fertile land.
From seed to tree
for you and me
Its beauty our command.
Someone planted grape vines
along a broken fence.
Now our glasses bubble
with fragrant effervesce.
I see waves of rye and wheat
dancing in bright sun.
Someone plowed those fields for us,
food for everyone.
Sun and sky and clouds above,
who placed those wonders there?
No one standing on this earth
dare try to walk on air.
Moon and stars and lightning bolts,
silver way on high!
What amazing majesty
just to please our eye.
So who then took their time for this?
Does anybody know?
Let me think with all my might.
No one I think—although.....
Written May 16, 2016