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MEMORY
I missed rank and prize in Examination
When in Eighth standard just by one mark.
I was extremely shocked, no consolation.
The injustice gave me terrible jerk.
I was determined to stand First next year.
I succeeded and showed progress report to Dad.
Dad hugged me and told ‘My child, Dear,
Your success matters more than mine, I am so glad.'
In later life I felt exact same emotion,
while caring for daughters to raise them up.
Their joy and success seemed my up gradation.
My own demand was next to follow up.
07/10/19
Tenth Place
'Childhood Memories' Contest by Chantelle Anne Cooke
They started out as acquaintances at work
There was a tiny inkling that she had
She was a waitress, he was the soda jerk
He kind of reminded her of her Dad.
There was a tiny inkling that she had
He was exactly what a mate should be
He kind of reminded her of her Dad.
His arms were strong, his loving….free.
He was exactly what a mate should be.
He encouraged her to shine her light.
His arms were strong, his loving….free.
Her confidence was amazingly bright.
He encouraged her to shine her light.
He had become more than her best friend.
Her confidence was amazingly bright.
She said, “I’ll love you until the absolute end.”
Once knew a jolly old pirate named Sid
Robbed from the rich and kept it he did
The old rhyme is wrong, Sid was a jerk
He'd push old ladies down in the dirt
Heard that his childhood was really quite sad
Not only that, his breath was quite bad
His shipmates wondered, was Sid really happy
He always seemed strange and really sappy
Perhaps in childhood all the girlies made fun
Had backup lights on his extra large bum
Sid was quite sensitive so in later years
He wore a long coat to cover up his rear
One night his pirate ship lost all it's power
Sid to the rescue, his bum shone for hours
So ever since then, he's a proud son of a gun
An old pirate's tale bout Sidney's Big Bum
Seeking a better life and with chance at hand, our new life awaits
Wife hires on as servant, daughter and I stowaway as it departs
Our life's dreams sail on the USS Titanic, a new future to create
daughter and I conceal ourselves while wife toils with bunk-mates
We would change places to stay warm from bitter cold and storm
my young baby I wrapped up tight, this kept her warm to my delight
We count days till our new home, I worry and pray my wife is warm
A few days passed till that night I awoke in sheer terror and fright
Hearing metal tear, as cries and screams begin a siren sounds above
We're in warmth deep beneath the decks I grab my joy to face regret
We're not far from mom, I push and shove to get her one deck above
The time is short as I open door, to reveal wife's tears, glad to see, yet
to escape I tie a rope about our waists for in this flight can't separate
Then we begin our quest to the night air knowing we're 5 decks below
scaling 2 decks with speed, all converge but keep moving can't hesitate
Baby in hand we drag and claw moving to air, all moving with the flow
One more flight of stairs to fresh air, I take wife's hand to lead her their
Ship tilts as we get through door to sky then falling down into the night
A sudden jerk as rope catches pipe saving us as others fall in pairs
with bitter cold and death insight, I plan again how to win this fight
A mans wool coat 4 feet above I grab his coat as life slips from hope
Wrapping about my baby and wife, for warmth, in this my last night
Water rising swiftly only a few feet below, I swing wife and cut rope
Their flight to the ocean, as I follow them into the icy cold midnight
We find each other in this dark abyss, then fight to swim to life
We reach trash still afloat raising wife and babe to safety I cover tight
death assured in my last fight I tie raft to boat and tell my loving wife
I love you both fight to save your lives, as I sink from view in the night
Hours passed her body heat spent, pulls to boat in her last attempt
She wraps baby in all the clothes and begs they save her from my fame
Her baby safe as she can plan she cuts the rope with this last lament
When you all survive, let all who ask know my sweet daughter's name
This is a fictional account of the youngest survivors journey to safety, Elizabeth Gladys Dean
A clatter of human hooves
drums on through an after- dawn marketplace…
the wide tunnel of mouths
reel from the splintered chorus
of jangled tunes bargaining and rattling
papaya, arabica and sushi roll orders: a fiesta
of succulent aroma whisks mid-air,
talkative faces sampling potent crops
on weaved baskets , hanging neatly
before slurpy hands condemn
them to boiling pots: the errant
noise loose like gander and hogs.
How much is this and that?
The slithering, crumpled bills drop
their tongues on purses scraped from
one week’s abominable toil.. oh, darting
fishes jerk their bellies while the array
of chicken hunks glaze under lights, frozen
and lumped from farmers’ harvest
rites... morning so luscious with grapes
colored velvet skin, lettuce tips
pulped by shiny green: and the procession
of lapping mouths reach head tone pitch,
dishes, dishes for salivating tongues,
taste buds for citrusy fruits, on one delirious
mecca to a market, market day!
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A Poem You Enjoyed Contest of Lewis Raynes
Entered 9/13/2016 (Old Poem)
She caught me coming in again
In the wee hours of the morn
She began explaining the facts of life
That’s how my shirt got torn
But looking on the bright side
As she removed my grin
At least I understand now
Why she held that rolling pin
What a wonderful way to start the day
After staying out late at the bars
Is to start it off with a concussion
Being indoors and seeing stars
I said I was helping an old friend out
Give me the phone and I can prove it
She said sorry, I know your head hurts
Bring it over here and I’ll remove it
I thought to myself, she’s pretty mad
And I was feeling like a jerk
Starting today I’ll never come home at this time
I’ll wait until she goes to work.
Thomas was a religious man; he went to church every day;
Matthew was an atheist, taking his journey another way.
Thomas prayed for the hungry;
Mathew took them food to eat;
Thomas lit candles for the crippled;
Mathew helped massage their feet;
Thomas put money in the offering;
Mathew helped the poor find work;
Thomas condemned the truly evil man;
Mathew tried to help reform the jerk.
Thomas memorized each bible verse;
Mathew gave books to the book mobiles;
Thomas read parables about multiplying fish;
Mathew helped fix the homeless meals;
Thomas conversed with his God each day;
Mathew talked to strangers on the street;
Thomas sang songs with the chorus group;
Mathew sang the praises of folks he’d meet.
Thomas was a religious man, living life as the church said he should;
Mathew was an atheist, driven to do for his fellow man all that he could.
Lesson to be learned: Being religious does not necessarily mean we are doing all the good we can; and, being non-religious is not necessarily synonymous with being evil.
I seek to know
A game that shows
Here in good time
I sync fond chimes
Now in this space
I meet my face
Each moment brings
A touch that springs
I get to see
Truth paint beauty
I let thoughts come
As intent sums
There is a touch
That tells so much
Be still my heart
Watch soul impart
Let mind be clear
Love feels no fear
My path now sites
A poignant write
Wordplay in verse
Thrills wonder's thirst
Love shows the way
To live each day
Keep body fit
To match fond wits
Peace of mind knows
Charm that now glows
I live by grace
A happy face
Blessings rain well
Just where I dwell
I journey far
With love on par
Heed a wise jerk:
I pray and work
Heart words fine play
My quest this day
Seize simple airs
In succinct flair
Joy funds good cheer
As love endears
From dawn till dusk
Love's scented musk
Leon Enriquez
20 July 2017
Singapore
Why do I have to write
this poem?
I had to find the words,
and then put them
in the correct order.
It’s not just another work!
It’s like I’m doing an old dance
from the 60s called The jerk.
So why do I have to
write this poem?
Let’s start with a thirty day
money-back guarantee.
How come it’s only thirty days?
What ever happened to
Satisfaction guaranteed
Or your money back.
I had to bring in my receipt.
They canceled my reservation
for a weekend retreat.
Now can someone tell me
why, do I have to write
this poem?
Customer service
didn’t keep track,
I want my money back!
When I spoke to the
lady behind the counter.
I knew she wouldn’t regret it,
When I turn down
the company credit.
That’s when she quoted
the phrase that pays…
Then you’ll have to wait
a week, to ten days.
Oh, and by the way,
There’s a restocking fee of five dollars.
I started to holler
as I reached for her collar.
But my better half
pulled me out the door.
A good thing too,
the police were parked
outside the store.
Before it could get any worse.
I filed a complaint with
The better business bureau
and the Chamber of Commerce.
But I didn’t stop there,
I put in a call,
My grandson
works in City Hall.
Now tell me, why do married men
get in trouble,
when a gorgeous woman walks by?
I got new neighbor’s
and I won’t lie,
I’m already tired of hearing
their babies cry.
Now! Can someone tell me!
Who let the water run dry?
When there looking for someone to blame.
Why do they call my name?
People may think I’m insane,
so I’ll just sit down,
and let someone else complain.
Please disregard that I'm a dog.
I've been asked to write this monologue
by my owner. What was he thinking?
Maybe he has been out drinking.
I always try to be there for him,
though I can't use a typewriter, Jim.
Sometimes, I wish he'd feel the same way
when I want to walk or play.
To his girlfriend, he says something dumb,
and I'm right there to console the bum,
and when he screws up bad, at work,
I make him forget his troubles - the jerk.
A shrink would charge a hundred bucks.
I help him for a dog biscuit, shucks.
It's not in my nature to refuse
this poor guy who's so confused.
I know the reason life is for -
a good game of fetch or tug-of-war,
and, I admit, when it comes to those,
he's fun to play with, I suppose.
He gives me a sense of purpose.
Heck, I love him, glad to be of service.
In conclusion, I think you'll agree
that I exemplify loyalty.
That, friend, is my little poem,
about me and master...let's not show 'im.
For a dog, a poem is pretty tough.
Next time, I'll just say, "ruff ruff ruff ruff".