Long Jump Poems
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His take off, proceeded flawlessly
With just a bounce or two
While pulling back on the stick
He rose into the blue
Just minutes in his fateful flight
He imagined he was home
Not sitting in this canvas coffin
Flying all alone
But rather in his garden
His wife brings lemonade
His children sing a song for him
As they run and jump and play
A smile seemed to crease his face
His eye produced a tear
Forgetting that he was an ace
He dreamed of yesteryear
He wanted just to travel home
And see his loves once more
If he could turn this plane around
And fly it to their door
But duty called and so it was
He answered in a fashion
But never, forgot his other vows
Of Love and pain and passion
His grip relaxed upon the stick
His plane lost altitude
Briefly he was lost in time
When something broke the mood
Adrenalin Rush
Knot in the gut mouth parched and dry
Two thousand feet no wings but I’ll fly
Thoughts racing now shall I dare
One leap of faith I’m on pockets of air
I’m floating freedom assured?
Aye but don’t forget pull the cord
Steadfastly down I’m still a learner
Before I knew it, touchdown terra firma
Do it again up in the blue?
That depends will you come too
Come on take a chance on me
Board the plane and I’ll set you free
Decide quickly develop a crush
After all its not about me it’s the rush
Our tandem jump one giant leap
Your urgent prayer our souls to keep
Then you scream a blood curdling sound
Too late I think we’re on our way down
Do it again ? you insist we must
Inevitable, it’s the rush man the rush
‘What’s going on please? Tell me right now’
said the dog to the flea, who had jumped from the cow.
‘You cannot live here and that is a fact,
else more of your kind you will likely attract’.
‘But this is my home all fluffy and spacious
where family can settle. Why can’t you be gracious?’
‘Because you are a flea, I’ll be scratching all day,
it is time you and your friends be well on your way.’
The flea scratched his head, he was ever so sad,
as this was the best place, to date, he’d had.
‘Shall I jump back on the cow?’ was a fleeting thought,
but it is way to smelly and the terrain was fraught.
Whereas the dog was clean, it’s a much better gaff,
jump back on the cow, are you having a laugh?
‘I’m staying put and the family I’ll move?
said the flea to the dog, who didn’t approve!
‘I’ll embed myself so deep in your fur
that scratching all day will surely occur’.
‘Well you have been warned!’ said the dog to the flea,
‘I hope you can swim for its bath time for me!’
He served as a catalyst
for my poetic mood
and experimental dimensions
in silent rendering,
with an itch for art forms
be it the appetite
the nectar of a poet
My endeavor to articulate excels
far beyond my perceived horizons
alas jump-starting my muses
heretofore dormant a bit,
stirring me to excavate
a font of ideas
and accelerate with eagerness
to burst forth
from mind onto page
unfurling with words
hidden beneath my tongue
that once alluded me,
I stitch the unsaid into form
before our intuitive tryst,
a better mentor I could not
have hoped for;
British, artist, wordsmith, & troubadour
of empirical and
nostalgic emphasis
With pleasure I dive deep
into linguistic lure,
definitions and display
composing in a harmonious dance
lyrics into wordplay
I breathe life into symbols
older than memory
If ever there was a lauded semantic
who rises like a sentient sign
in a moments demand
stark sensationalist,
quiet, yet quite quizzical
It’s Brian Strand
Jake was trying not to think of kittens, or fluffy tailed cats.
He’d been dreaming of them since he’d seen one in the salt flats.
His wife wanted a dog, but cats were the creatures for him.
He knew their chances for an agreement were decidedly slim.
Not cats, not cats, not cats, he chanted, as he walked to work.
Someone in a luxury car nearly ran him down. The big jerk!
He saw them on stoops, behind garbage cans, and one near a tree.
Altogether that morning he counted six hundred and three.
One who understood omens and clear signs from Alaska, Gnome,
Jake wondered what would happen if one followed him home.
He was whistling big now, singing “Cat Baby Don’t You Cry”
When he happened to hear a loud sorry meow way up in the sky.
What to his wandering blue non-looking-cat-eyes should appear?
But a fluffy beautiful minx cat whose brown eyes were full of fear.
He told her to jump, but she was way too fearful to comply.
So he bought a ladder that reached nearly up to the sky.
He got up there and got that cat, saving its life.
It did not appreciate it nor want to go home to his wife.
Then he tried to take the ladder back to get his money.
But they refused to take it, so he took that home to his honey.
It's never me
It's always them
The girls with
brown or blond hair
either pin-straight
or all curly
with full faces of makeup
never me
never my in-the-middle hair
or just mascara look
never me
always the shorter girls
too scared for someone tall or taller
i want just 1
just one, but he goes back and back
makes a small move, causing my heart to jump
then leaving again
throwing me to the curb
and I let him
i want just 1 so badly i let him do it
i think eventually I will have my fair chance
but I know that I don't
I know that I shouldn't
but I do
I think he's worth it
and deep down I know that he's not
He never will be
but I just can't accept it
I don't want to
even though I know
it will never be. me
it never is
The Pensive Poet Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
The Pensive Poet
Last winter it was me,
enveloped safety-
turned into
impromptu dancing-
taking risks,
forgiving
flailing arms
and untamed feet.
Others sidelined
watching,
with faces
that ask-
"How do I get
from here,
to there?"
Today,
camped out
in my chair-
head
overworked,
the body
betraying me-
paralyzed into
perfection,
inspiration fleeting
demanding it be
taken
as is.
Momentarily forgetting,
Two things
can be true
at once
being both
the dancer,
undulating and sinuous,
and the
third grade me,
stalling...
hesitant to jump
into the double dutch.
They gather at my desk where the treats are kept
every morning, every noon, every evening
They know it is their treat time
Little Genghis begs with authority
impatient he will jump and lean on my leg
Kublia just sits there and stares
with big sad eyes he stares
Not moving a muscle eyes transfixed on me
waiting for his treat
Sassy is confused, new to the game she follows the crowd
Sniffing to see what's in the air
Not sure what's going on but then
I open the treat jug lid
and Kublia starts dancing up and down
first his front paws down to his hind legs
I swear he's grinning now
Ghengis lets out a happy howl
he licks his lips barking with glee
runs around the chair I sit.
Sassy looks but does not know
First treat goes to Genghis who flees under
the desk to eat his treasure
Second treat to Kublia who snaps it tight
and heads for his bed with his treat delight
Sassy is third and gingerly accepts hers
softly holding it in her mouth she lays down
wagging her tail, so this is what all the fuss is about.
The first time we met
Was the day I knew you were the one to get
My first Jack Russell Parson Terrier
Was coming home without a carrier So small and plump
Holding you firmly so you couldn’t jump
Feisty and full of energy
I knew then you would bring us wonderful memories
Our walks together
I will always treasure
Your strong presence
Showed your wittiness for independence
How you never wavered
Your might and will both tailored
Giving me your paw
Showing me you’re smarter than before
Hearing your mighty bark
Would of called the entire animal kingdom to the ark
Playing with your soccer ball
Displaying the skills of a professional on team Nepal
With all your might in your heart
Helping us to understand the importance
of a restart
Your determination
Your life
Will always remain the greatest gift
that forever shines on
so bright
~October 08, 2008 - June 15, 2024~
Love and laughter at the shore,
Children create their own joy,
Adults unwind and exhale,
The sun shines in its radiant glow.
The mind seeks clarity in outdoor fun;
Children smile, jump, and run.
Memories are etched in our minds,
As the radiant glow fosters togetherness.
Daylight emerges, and the view enchants,
The road leads to a place that blossoms in the garden of our minds.
Children tell stories at twilight,
And they go to bed with a colourful portrait of tomorrow.
The shore welcomes everyone;
None is barred from the pleasures and treasures.
Though home is where love nests,
These are memorable moments that lie beyond its door.
April 30, 2026.