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Love is being there for them every day.
A disappointed love taken away.
Cupid’s aim is higher than we believe.
We search for the one who will never leave.
Love is kind when our mundane tasks are done.
Love can be laughter, joy, and gobs of fun.
God gives us empathetic eyes to see.
Expecting happiness for you and me.
Love comes from flowers, from air, and the sky.
Love survives death, for our souls never die.
Love comes from lambs, puppies, furry kitties.
Love sings her song in cute little ditties.
Worthy treasure hunt, love is all around.
Your soul will know when the right one is found.
Written 03-08-19
Poetry Contest: What Is Love Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
Dan,
Dan is the man that tells all.
He lets us know the world,
is upside down, and turned around.
He lets us know it is on fire in one place
and flooding in another.
Dan walks the beaches and the parks,
the places we love in our hearts...
to soften the blow,
that leaves a glow...
burning like a bright light in the night.
Evil is taking the whole world by storm,
and only a few have bothered
to buy umbrellas.
The rest are watching as the clouds approach,
pretty lights flashing, like fireworks.
Most are asleep,
and running on empty... fumes.
They have no idea there is a cliff ahead,
and have not bothered to read,
even a single sign.
Dan the man keeps preaching.
He keeps teaching economics to us all.
He leads the lambs away
from the stockyards
and tries to set them free.
Dan is a warrior,
a modern-day soldier at arms.
His videotapes are his weapons...
They linger long after they have been watched,
and shared among many.
They make the darkness...
more afraid of the light.
(Dan is a YouTube newsman.)
Crystal Blue Faerie had a bit of a secret in her room.
It was a darling baby dragon she had named Zoom.
Her mother would have pushed him out with a broom.
If he was discovered, it might mean doom.
Her mother was not an animal lover at all.
She had been scared of dragons since she was small.
Crystal Blue Faerie had a vision in her crystal ball.
That she was supposed to raise a dragon so tall.
She loved Zoom, he was a loneliness cure.
She knew he had good thoughts; his ideas were pure.
He wanted to meet her mother, Lady Van Burr.
But she knew that her mom did not like dragons for sure!
She sneaked Zoom food – he liked crackers and cheese.
He always said thank you, and I love you and please.
He liked telling jokes, but he did not make fun or tease.
He was the best friend she ever had, he was the “bees”.
One day he got sick, and she had to tell her mother.
Her mom understood, and hushed her little brother.
Because their father faerie did not like dragons at all.
He thought they were wicked, and furiously tall.
Zoom got well with her mom’s help and a silver spoon.
He got much better on day three, and howled at the moon.
Her mother suggested they let Dad in on the secret now.
Her Dad had his own secret; he had been keeping a cow.
Two animals on the same property, raised by their faerie family?
Crystal Blue’s little brother showed them lambs, he had been raising three.
Then their mother showed up with a basket of kittens and a black cat.
Their family loved animals, so what do you think of that?
They decided to run a farm and a circus too.
They ended up with a tiger, a llama and a bird from Timbuktu.
The faeries had never had so much fun in their life!
It was a new beginning and it relieved a bunch of strife!
Trees wear a gown of bright emerald green
Where birds are nesting in branches up high
Parents shield fledglings so they can’t be seen
Until they can spread their new wings and fly
Daffodils dance in the warm zephyr breeze
Bees buzz seeking out these pretty flowers
Yellow pollen doesn't make the bees sneeze!
They will pollinate blooms for many hours
Young lambs gamboling around in the fields
Birds fly high in the sky of azure blue
I love the spring season where nature yields
Our earth’s a stunning place for me and you
Spring brings rejuvenation to our land
The vibrant countryside looks very grand
14 lines 10 syllables per line
Checked with how many syllables*
Doesn't counted as 2 syllables
Had previously been awarded 1st place in another contest and also POTD subsequently given
n/a in Best sonnet contest
Sponsored by Laura loo
judged on 3/3/2018 9:36:00 AM
Entered into POTD Contest Sponsored By Richard Lamoureux
Poets Notes. I struggle to write sonnets I find the form extremely challenging so was delighted to get POTD in 2016 for this particular poem
08~19~16
alone
in a crowded room
people pass faces glance
void they are…
no thought to anyone's soul
or ponderings of creation
just shells walking in its grace.
in tranced is their eyes
full of diamonds, cars, caviar…
hallow be thy name
in lambs blood meek
bringing to the slaughter
man's greed
the only impotent seeks
15 seconds of fame
I watch the coming flame
a glow with hell at its heart, alone
in a room crowded n doom
as people pass
faceless faces glance
void they are, walking
in the last footfalls
of a passing generation
or dancing in the dark light
a ghost trancing finite!
alone...
ON DAY 1 of Noel my sweetie gave to me a Bluejay in a Fir Tree!
ON DAY 2 of Noel my sweetie gave to me 2 Mourning Doves
And a Bluejay in a Fir Tree
ON DAY 3 of Noel my sweetie gave to me 3 Prairie Hens
2 Mourning Doves And a Bluejay in a Fir Tree
ON DAY 4 of Noel my sweetie gave to me 4 Red Rock Crabs
3 Prairie Hens 2 Mourning Doves And a Bluejay in a Fir Tree
ON DAY 5 of Noel my sweetie gave to me 5 NEW CRAB RINGS! 4 Red
Rock Crabs 3 Prairie Hens 2 Mourning Doves And a Bluejay in a Fir Tree
ON DAY 6 of Noel my sweetie gave to me 6 Brent Geese
5 NEW CRAB RINGS! 4 Red Rock Crabs 3 Prairie Hens 2 Mourning Doves
And a Bluejay in a Fir Tree
ON DAY 7 of Noel my sweetie gave to me 7 Tundra Swans
6 Brent Geese 5 NEW CRAB RINGS! 4 Red Rock Crabs 3 Prairie Hens
2 Mourning Doves And a Bluejay in a Fir Tree
ON DAY 8 of Noel my sweetie gave to me 8 Dairies Milking
7 Tundra Swans 6 Brent Geese 5 NEW CRAB RINGS! 4 Red Rock Crabs
3 Prairie Hens 2 Mourning Doves And a Bluejay in a Fir Tree
ON DAY 9 of Noel my sweetie gave to me 9 Bull Elk Dancing
8 Dairies Milking 7 Tundra Swans 6 Brent Geese 5 NEW CRAB RINGS!
4 Red Rock Crabs 3Prairie Hens 2 Mourning Doves And a Bluejay in a Fir Tree
ON DAY 10 of Noel my sweetie gave to me 10 Lambs a Leaping
9 Bull Elk Dancing 8 Dairies Milking 7 Tundra Swans 6 Brent Geese
5 NEW CRAB RINGS! 4 Red Rock Crabs 3 Prairie Hens
2 Mourning Doves And a Bluejay in a Fir Tree
ON DAY 11 of Noel my sweetie gave to me 11 Pipets Peeping 10 Leaping
Lambs 9 Bull Elk Dancing 8 Dairies Milking 7 Tundra Swans
6 Brent Geese 5 NEW CRAB RINGS! 4 Red Rock Crabs 3 Prairie Hens
2 Mourning Doves And a Bluejay in a Fir Tree
ON DAY 12 of Noel my sweetie gave to me 12 Canadian Lynx linking
11 Pipets Peeping 10 Leaping Lambs 9 Bull Elk Dancing 8 Dairies Milking
7 Tundra Swans 6 Brent Geese 5 NEW CRAB RINGS!
4 Red Rock Crabs 3 Prairie Hens 2 Mourning Doves
And a Bluejay in a Fir Tree!
When someone lies to me, sometimes it's difficult not to turn and walk away. I think they do it because of one of two reasons. Either they need to feel important, or because they think I'm too stupid to know they're lying."
Nothing irks me more than jerks who are habitual liars
Fibbers whose evil forked tongues I'd extract with pliers
Those who look me square in the eye and keep defying
my skeptical look of askance when I think they're lying
If I could bag lies, fake alibis and bull crap I am fed
I would be spreading that fertilizer in my garden bed,
aware that manure helps flowers bloom all year long
But the stench of bull crap would be much too strong
Liars can't be believed, even when speaking the truth
I find it distasteful, malicious, abhorrent and uncouth
They insult my intelligence, and I find it very repulsive
but to those who tell lies, it's irrepressibly compulsive
They keep trying their damnable best to get me to believe
that a ruse is the truth, but with malcontent they deceive
It's a fault of mendacious fabulists and cunning scams
With falsehoods they'd shave the wool of innocent lambs
No pearls I cast before such swine, who wallow in muck
Caught in webs they've woven, in quicksand, they're stuck
Liars move deeper into darkness with each fallacy they spin
Their recurrent falsehoods are bull crap, and will do them in
Woe to liars when their deceitful fabrications are exposed
Until the truth they admit, my door to them will be closed
Deceptions are forgiven if they are repentant and confess
But I'm not naive enough to keep falling for their load of BS
December 24, 2021
King-Size Bull Crap Contest
Sponsored by Charlie Messina
Dogs are great; Cats disturb; Geese are brilliant,
I think of those lambs I lost in my youth;
Butterflies, O God! Look resilient,
Fish are best of pets to take care and sooth...!
Horses are pets too; solemn; rough and tough,
Monkeys seems to make mess of everything,
Parrots seem to say revealing tales;
Yet, the whole world knows, that they rut and bluff,
A combination of all these would bring,
Pets from planes or hills or mountainous vales...!
Who can compete with smell-sense of a dog?
Some sniff out even illness in people;
Cats, by nature, have a prominent clog,
Sense of sweetness, in them, is so feeble;
With their universe-like transparent wings,
Fluttering amidst blossoms vivacious,
Butterflies have tentative existence;
Could fish(es) live without fresh-water-springs?
Monkeys, though naughty, look very gracious,
Parrots, in each act, have their persistence...!
My dog can swim many kilometers,
My pretty cat can jump ten times her height;
My butterflies are best beauty-keepers,
My fish-aquarium is a delight;
Monkeys, though, disturb my garden sometimes,
My horses, though, mislead my-ways often,
My geese, though, seem maliciously grumbling;
My pets, indeed, commit no heinous crimes,
They need, never in life, find a coffin,
Human life, midst pets, is, sometimes, fumbling...!!!
02 May 2022
TWINKLE TWINKLE
Twinkle trinkle little pig,
Eat your slops so you’ll grow big.
Be you sow or be you boar,
You must eat a whole lot more.
Twinkle twinkle little pig,
Eat your slops so you’ll grow big.
Twinkle twinkle little chick,
Eat your corn and grow up quick.
Be you free-range or intense,
Very soon you’ll be immense.
Twinkle twinkle little chick,
Eat your corn so you’ll grow quick.
Twinkle twinkle calves and lambs,
Chew heartily; build up the grams.
Be you early, be you late,
Very quickly put on weight.
Twinkle twinkle calves and lambs,
Chew heartily; build up the grams
Twinkle, if you only knew,
We would soon be eating you.
Be you white or be you red,
We’ll be waiting when you’re fed.
Twinkle, if you only knew,
We would soon be eating you.
Parody of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star"
8th May 2023
Mother Goose Grows Up poetry Contest
Sponsor - Miranda Hawley
Where do you think is the best place to drink & pints clink with a nod and wink to George Orwell..
Ruse how do you choose your “Moon Under Water”
Tricky like picking between your own son & daughter
Orwell did reckon draft stout must beckon or porter
Not daft posh nosh supper places in Upper Slaughter
Holler for each blue collar scholar as this is their altar
Beacons of blushing bricks laid memory made mortar
Rugs hug stark stony slabs hops grabs beams dark
Tobacco treacle tones taints paints dreams we hark
Past embers spark cast gleams last wafts drift & lark
Same timeless fickle timber timbre tickles each fitting
Eases the blues folks flitting from their pews wits pitting
Shackles & hackles lose cackle crackle in flames spitting
Adored names amuse maraud the muse frames all sitting
Envelops smorgasbord horde games develops unwitting
Sublime times past their prime couldn't be fraughter
Pub co scams so many go just lambs to the slaughter
An inn to be the hub it oughter in Moon Under Water
No not that taunt of some expat haunt out in Malta
Ingredients nestle don’t wrestle in pestle & mortar
Can’t really falter a dearly loved pub's clearly ripsnorter