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My Single Days
School, College, University days passed by
under guidance of hard restriction
of strict Dad’s administration
strongly focused only on study.
Going to movie or function,
to enjoy with friends
was not family trends,
hardly granted permission.
To take lessons in painting, dance or music
was considered a total waste.
What could I do at my best?
I turned self -trained performer too enthusiastic.
I used to organize cultural functions all year round.
Music, Dance, Recitation, Drama were celebrated on stage.
Participants were the Child Artists of my age.
Fantastic fun and marvelous merriment knew no bound.
I entered College and my teen age started to fly.
I was trapped in family complication
under domestic pressure and restriction.
I got no outlet but only to continue study.
On completion of study I chose my profession.
Fortune bestowed opportune to roam
free in life with economic freedom.
I felt like free bird flapping wings of own emotion.
That single life without any responsibility
I spent my best with full vigor,
No commitment, no adjustment either.
Naturally Single turned Couple to experience new quality.
02/09/16
Let's Hear it Poetry Contest First Place
Sponsor Judy Konos
Judy, dear Judy, this one's for you
A friend like I've never had
Feel like I could divulge all my secrets
The good stuff and the bad
Everyone needs this kind of friendship
Where we can always open up
Relate our innermost thoughts and feelings
Quite free to expose our butt
Well who woulda thunk it after all this time
What us guys have in common
The love of life without all the bull crap
Without a bunch of fancy jargon
Just a little essay to show my appreciation
For the way you've befriended me
As long as I'm breathing and singing life's songs
You can always count on Jack E!
© Jack Ellison 2015
A dedication to my good friend, Judy Konos
In the economy of social grace
I was losing in the great rat-race.
No wealth could I accumulate
I’d scarcely get a second date.
My Wall Street stock was always down
mere junk bonds of no great renown.
I was not suave, I had no game
the outcome always just the same:
“I know I said that you were hired,
I changed my mind, so now you’re fired.”
The ladies sent me on my way
I was too awkward, so they’d say.
It wasn’t easy on my pride
that I was under-qualified
for every opportunity
of love in my community.
Then one day something in my mind
clicked, and soon I seemed to find
that it was easier than before
to find some ladies who’d adore
me for my sharp, observant wit
and though I tried, I couldn’t quit
taking pleasure as I’d say,
“I like you…but please go away.”
It seemed my stock had turned around
*cha-ching* Oh, how I loved the sound
of social prowess in my pocket
jingling as my bonds would rocket.
And as I climbed up rung by rung,
I felt I had a golden tongue,
and always knew the perfect phrase
to get the job, or get a raise
at every opportunity
of love in my community.
But when I met you, in my mind
something clicked, I seemed to find
my thoughts were just a murky mess,
my stocks went down, and I confess,
I think we just might be soul-mates
brought together by the fates.
You have that sparkle in your eyes
that always takes me by surprise.
I get lost every time you’re near
I stumble and I think it’s clear,
I never know quite what to say;
I’m awkward, when you come my way.
I fidget, fumble and perspire
but if you’re looking for one to hire,
I’ll take this opportunity
for love in my community
to show up at your interview,
‘cause all the wealth I want, is you!
06/20/15
Preston Graham
Submission for Contest: The Interview
Hosted by: Judy Konos
What is a poem if not a song
Just add the melody
And sing along
What is a poem if not a dance
Gliding across the page
with moves to enchant
What is a poem if not a rose
as words bring it to bloom
in sweet repose
What is a poem if not a butterfly
fluttering of the page
and up to the sky!
Joseph May
What is a poem but a caring letter
Sending love and advice
To make you feel better
Judy Ball
What is a poem if not a flower
Beautiful blossoms
Climb cerebral bowers
Daniel Turner
What is a poem, if not life
So much emotion
To stamp out worldly strife
Harry Horsman
What is a poem if not a word
Within words, singing
images unheard
Darren White
What is a poem if not a rainbow
Adding many colors
That leaves a glow
Alexis Y.
What is a poem, if not a voice of expression
many thoughts expressed,
in so few lines
Jeremy Smith
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SMOKEY THE CURIOUS CAT
Through all his years he was such fun,
Companion, Friend, and more;
Adventure was his middle name,
And I was never bored,
As long as Smokey was around,
He'd brighten up the day.
He'd snuggle, cuddle, kiss and swat,
and say,"Come on, let's play."
I had some turtles in a bowl,
As cute as they could be;
They disappeared while I was out,
Found under the settee.
I had my suspicions,
About how they got there,
So I watched my little buddy,
But he never moved a hair.
Then one day he strolled by me,
With something in his mouth.
I followed him to the livingroom,
He crawled beneath the couch.
He placed a turtle on the floor,
And gently lay beside it,
Just watching it so patiently,
Not hurting it a bit.
Slowly it stuck out it's head,
Then it began to move,
Curiously he watched it go,
Thought Smokey,"He's got groove."
"I like this tiny little guy,
I wonder what it is."
I reached in and picked it up.
"Busted, here's the miz."
"These guys will die without their bowl,
Smokey, don't do that;
But I stil love you best you know,
You are the best of cats."
Judy Ball
WHAT IS A WOMAN
A woman is someone who reveres God and His laws above all else.
She knows wisdom, honor and dependability are more valuable than money or possessions.
She knows that respect is earned and fear is not respect.
She knows that true beauty comes from a gentle spiriit and a kind heart and she is known
for her goodness, patience and compassion.
She is aware of her responsibilities and performs her duties happily with pride in a job well
done.
She strives to teach these qualities to her children.
She loves her husband and her children and is faithful to both striving to be a source of pride
to them.
What is a woman?
She is the backbone of the family.
She is the heart of the house teaching patience, love and virtue.
She is the glue that holds the family together.
Judy Ball
At night when all has settled down,
And things are peaceful, still,
We walk the coolness of the night,
And listen to the trill,
Of night birds as they glide o'erhead,
Or rustle in the leaves,
Hiding in the bushes,
By water's edge and trees.
Their music sweet amid the hush,
And quiet of the dark,
And I am blessed to hear it,
As it's sweetness leaves it's mark,
Upon my heart and in my soul,
As quietly I listen,
Beneath the moon and stars above,
As overhead they glisten.
As I watch them there I see,
Bright patterns in the sky,
Sparkling like diamonds,
In the darkness of the sky.
Such beauty God has wrought to ease,
The darkness with their light,
And I have come to know them,
As the jewels of the night.
Judy Ball
I PROMISE
I promise from this day forward,
To always be as open with you as you are with me.
I promise to always consider your feelings,
As you consider mine.
I promise to make your welfare my first concern,
Just as you make mine yours;
And I promise to love and honor you,
For as long as you will love and honor me.
Please do not ask me to be obedient,
For I am not your servant.
Do not ask me to be perfect,
For I am only human;
And do not ask me to be what you think I should be,
For I am not you, and can never be.
I can only be what God has made me,
A separate personality,
And essentially different from you in every way.
I have different ideas and different ways from you.
That does not make me wrong,
Just different.
Accept me, love me, honor me,
And I will reply in kind.
Judy Ball
People often wonder what went wrong in a marriage.
The answer is simple.
They forgot to accept each other as individuals and started thinking of each other as mere extensions of themselves.
They get angry and resentful because their mate, their "other half" can't read their mind or does not agree with everything they say or do.
They lose respect for each other as individuals with feelings of their own.
Remember:
Marriage is like a bank account. If you don't put anything into it you can't take anything out.
UNSPOKEN CONFESSION
“Is there something you want to tell me?”
the words echoed violently in my ears.
I heard the grinding of the gears,
releasing the latches on the trap door
on which I was standing……
the machinations of interrogation -
and guilt - manifesting themselves,
increased eye blink rate,
uneasy scanning of the scene,
furtive attempts at indifference.
“Is there something you want to tell me!!”
the words the same, the tone different,
more insistent in its knowingness
less tolerant of the stinging silence
no plea bargain offered.
I stood there – crayons in hand –
my colorful new friends
standing behind me - backs to the wall.
John G. Lawless
6/27/2015
submitted to – Is There Something You Want to tell me – poetry contest
sponsor – Judy Konos
I long for a time
When skinned knees were
my biggest problem
When my most debilitating fear
was an imaginary monster under my bed
I long for a time when daddy
was my hero, knew everything,
and could protect me from anything
I long for a time when
being sad was dramatic and
bittersweet...
as if playing a character in a book.
I long for a time
when friendship took precedence
over almost anything else...
When, in innocent delight,
we played at romance and relationships,
school yard crushes so full of emotion
And angst.
I long for a time
When summer meant freedom
and lasted an eternity.
Politics were out of our realm
of understanding and responsibility.
Debt and bills were grown up words,
Adults spoke in code about
death, disease, and other distressing
truths, which were not for our
sensitive ears.
Coolaide mustaches, play grounds,
Saturday morning cartoons (we had
to blast to hear over the lawn mower
sounds all over the neighborhood)
Penny candy, captain crunch,
Ronald Mcdonald and the Hamburgler,
sore muscles from bike riding all weekend,
sleep overs and frozen training bras,
Judy Bloom, The karate kid , and Marty Mcfly,
the Never ending Story and ET, Madonna,
The New Kids on the Block,
(Danny,Donnie, Joe, John, Jordan)
and Dirty Dancing, Just Say No!
I long for those simple days and for youth.