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Dark black thunderclouds are covering up the azure sky
I know rain is just God’s tear drops falling from up high
I hear the pitter patter of rain as it falls on my spotty brolly
But I don’t mind the raindrops; I will stay happy and jolly
I can see a beautiful rainbow; it’s like an upside down smile
You don’t always see a rainbow; I’d not seen one for quite a while
Mummy tells me there’s a pot of gold at the rainbow’s end
If only I could find it then we’d have lots of pennies to spend!
We could buy some yellow wellingtons and a matching anorak
Then could play in puddles and they’d call me Jumping Jack!
My mummy placed me on the bench, I must be careful not to fall
I don’t want to be like Humpty Dumpty as he toppled from his wall!
My brolly is keeping me dry and I see the sun is peeping through
The wind will chase the clouds away and bring back sky so blue.
Red and White Polka Dot Umbrella Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper
09-20-17
JACK FROST
Jolly jubilant Jack Frost jogs and jumps on frost
Able to bring bone-chilled snow fall at any cost.
Crystals and crisps of thin snowflakes fly beyond grip.
Knife of ice hits heart of winter piercing too deep.
Fantastic ice- skating slides smooth on snowy track
Ruthless hard frost bite attacks helpless jumping Jack.
On Ocean, open - hidden ice bergs threaten ship
Shivering cold breeze cannot be controlled at all.
Terrible frosty winter by jocund Jack to call..
12/30/16
Winter related Contest by Janice Canerdy
JACK FROST
Jolly jocund jubilant Jack Frost joyfully jogs on snow
Ambassador of winter casts snow fall with white glow
Crisps and crystals of thin snowflakes fly away out of grip
Knife of ice, sword of snow hit frozen heart of winter too deep
Fantastic funny ice skating slides smooth on snowy track
Ruthless frost bite turns helpless to attack jumping Jack
On ocean open and hidden ice bergs threaten floating ship
Shivering chilled wind wave can’t be controlled at any cost
Terrible frosty winter has been brought by vigorous Jack Frost
11/30/15
Jack Frost Poetry Contest Fifth Place
Sponsor Shadow Hamilton
That kind of spring energy, kind of jolting glass, kind of jumping jack, jumping bean…
Then the bursts.
Ears on my thoughts.
And kinds of irises in my eyes, sprouting.
Just jolts out like a new pack of socks.
Torn with energy and sparkling water.
Tie dye in my brain.
Gesturing to the kitchen fence.
And nothing I left over there got left over there, there…
That kind of spring energy doesn’t hurt like the winter counting.
It just withered like old toes.
Old spring, oh what did you do to me?
Give a high five or a million sparks you see.
That kind of spring energy?
Gives you tree roots for free.
Undoing all the winter grit.
Did winter even have a spirit?
That kind of spring energy, kind of,
Kind.
I hear the alarm and I think what? Not already! I have been up and down all night.
My usual pattern, I am used to it in many ways, because nighttime is my quiet, creative, thinking time.
I started fully enjoying the middle of the night when my children were small,
because it was the only time I could carve out for myself.
When they were freshly stork-deposited, I woke at every creak, peep, gurgle, and cough.
A whisper had me imagining a giant bull snake slithering toward the nursery.
I would swiftly be outside their door, turning the knob with the slowness
Of wallpaper breathing, and I could hear that too.
I would tiptoe in, trying not to wake them
And watch them sleeping with their
Darling little mouths, agape, drool
Spilling onto their lamb-designed sheets.
Now they are grown, and the grandchildren
Do not visit during the week so this is not
My three a.m. reason for being awake.
Like a jumping jack ma, I jump up at three,
Almost every night, thinking perhaps the
quiet of the house has awakened me.
Listening, but hearing nothing else,
It is the only guess I have.
Nothing can be done about this.
My body has convinced my brain
that three a.m. has always been the best time for me.
So here I am, awake, pen ready, staring at a lined page.
Ready to start.
I glance at the clock.
It is not three.
It is two.
WHAT?
Our sweet, all white cat Snowball had ten
kittens! Goodbye to Zen.
Each one a different color,
some muted gray, or ginger, and some multi-color;
and one was all black,
and a real little jumping jack.
When the time came for adoption they were in a playpen,
and people came time and again.
First, adopted were the bright cats with fur technicolor,
and the cats in muted watercolor.
But, on each visit the black cat hung back,
then, when we were alone he was a maniac.
And then, there was only him and a ginger in the pen,
but ginger said goodbye one day, and then
there were no more bright cats multi-color
and no more cats technicolor or watercolor.
Just one little bright-eyed maniac black,
that I kept and named Jack . . .
I keep my Jack close, when
out, 'cause people can be mean every now and then.
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January 7, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/Bright Jack, The Maniac
Copyright Protected, ID 18-9807-76-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
For the contest,There is a Brighter Side
sponsor, Eve Roper
First Place
Inspired by image #2
Rhyme Pattern - aabbccaabbccaabbccaa- 20 lines
Rhyming verified on Rhymezone.
Our arms are a wonder of creation…
There are many reason why:
They allow us to touch our toes
to scratch our nose
and to pretend that we can fly.
They help us do a jumping jack.
shake hands when we’re interviewed…
They help us reach for things above our heads
and come in handy for grabbing food.
They help us raise our hands in prayer to our God
to show that we believe…
and think about it…
If we didn’t have arms…
what would we do with sleeves?
But I imagine the main reason our arms were created
is so when we open them wide
they can wrap around another person
once they step inside.
For where else do we feel safe, secure
totally free from harm?
Where else do we learn the power of love
If not wrapped in each others’ arms.
An awful aardvark ate anchovies against all advice.
Besides belching beyond belief, he bit bitter banana boats.
Charlie Chimp cackled curiously, convinced
Delicious delectable desserts did damage.
Enormous energy engaged enthusiastic excitement
Frenzied friendly felines, forever forgiving
Greasy giraffes giving grievous gripes
Horsey happiness hiding hurt amongst hilarity.
Ignoring idiocy involved ignorantly,
Jumping jack-a-lopes jiggled
Kangaroo kindness keeping
Leisurely lions laughing
Merriment mesmerized monkey marines
Never notorious, nevertheless, nefarious
Octopus ostracized owls, ostentatiously,
Preventing Porcupines putting prickles precariously in patrons.
Quietly and quickly
Resuscitating rescued rabbits
Savagely sustaining simple seriousness
Totally terrorized
Underneath unique
Verbose velocity
Which worried
‘xtra ‘xtraneous
Zipping, zaggy, zebras.