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For my grandson Tyler...with love Grandma
In a little ghost town in a land far away,
Lived little ghost Ty who liked always to play-
Father ghost warned him not to be scary,
While Mama ghost told him to always be wary!
October arrived - the time coming near,
Ty’s favorite holiday, soon would be here-
His friends were practicing to loudly say “Boo,”
He thought to himself, should I say it too?
“Do we have to wait until it’s dark?” Ty asked,
He wasn't sure if his patience would last-
His ghost buddies teased him a number of times,
“Can you, for once in your life, your parents not mind?”
Little ghost Ty thought for a minute and said,
Wel-l-l. they’ll never know if we stay far ahead-
All of his friends practiced frightening each other,
Ignoring the things said by his father and mother!
Excitement abound when night time arrived,
Ty and friends, a plan they contrived-
They told Ty’s sister, “ Keep your parents near,
Don’t let them catch up to us – clear?"
The night was so windy it whistled a tune,
The sky was dark with an elliptical moon-
Ty and his friends raced out of sight,
A little afraid, Ty pulled his sheet tight!
“Don’t be a baby,” said his little ghost friends,
“We’re nearing the school, where the road bends-
Get ready for action, we’ll belt it out loud.
We’ll scare everyone in that Halloween crowd.”
Little Ty shivered as they passed by the school,
Out of the bushes jumped three purple ghouls – BOO!
Ty and his friends were totally surprised,
Tears came rolling right down their eyes.
When father and mother caught up with their group,
They could tell that the little guys had really been spooked-
As they went to each door with their trick or treat phrase,
Ty and his friends, by his parents side stayed!
Upon returning home on Halloween night,
Little ghost Ty knew his parents were right-
Never say something you don’t want said to you -
And listen to your parents, they know what’s best to do!
Once upon a time, in a land far away,
There was a prince with a Kitty Cat
(Or so the stories portray)
Who would often say, "Meow,"
Which is how kitty cats say,
"There's a forest growing in the living room!"
Now princes in magical kingdoms know
How to speak many languages
Frazil, German, Arabic, and Cat, so
It should be no surprise that our hero knew
That to a cat, a tree in the house is a forest, although...
It'd been forever since seeing a tree such as this!
"Meow!"-- "I know!" our hero exclaims,
"It's a Christmas tree! And soon presents will be
Arranged around it's base with our names!"
"Meow?" The plaintive query our kitty asks,
"How will you eat those awful fruits? It's a shame..
They're shiny and pretty, but they break easily!"
Kitty Cat went on, batting as he spoke,
"With so many trees to grow inside, this one has been infected
With lights that shine many-coloured without smoke,"
Though others in the room only heard "Meow meow," as expected.
"The candy canes-- they're peppermint!-- but the rest do not poke,"
Said the prince, "They are memories of Christmases past."
"MEOW!" said Kitty Cat, but the prince heard... this:
"Look what I can do! I can climb and hide!"
And clawing his way up the tree, Kitty Cat found bliss!
"Here it's warm, inside smells nice! I think I like
This forest inside!" Meowing on, no thought remiss,
Kitty Cat found his way to purr, knocking down baubles all along.
"Get down here," the prince did demand
"You're breaking the ornaments!" --"Meow?"
"Yes now! We worked very hard to decorate, make it stand
Straight. To light its branches with hope and love!"
And Kitty Cat obeyed the prince's command,
He came down, in wonderment, he looked as prince's boyish face.
In apology, Kitty Cat did purr,
Rubbing on his boy's leg and showing love
The way only cats know how, by gifting him fur.
And the prince smiled, for love and hope
Are all Kitty Cat knew. He lived here, near the conifer,
But only in the now, and never aware of what was or would be.
Batting softly, exploring this tree inside
Kitty Cat was lost in wonder, with the prince's presence.
"Look," said the prince, "Outside there's SNOW to ride!"
"Come on, Kitty Cat!" And grabbing his sled, outside he fled,
And Kitty Cat's meow behind the prince cried,
"But that's the sky-sand that turns to WET!"
Dreams of the Nutcracker
When I am older,
I will sweep you off your feet.
I will take you from here,
2 a land far away.
Birds will sing,
and no one “unkind”
will be allowed.
There will be
pretty colored flowers,
everywhere,
there will be fish,
in the pond.
When I am older,
I will be a fireman,
and save you from the fire.
When I am older,
I will be a medic,
and heal all wounds…
When I am older I will be,
an officer,
a soldier,
an Indian Chief.
When I am older,
I will be “all” that you need.
Until then…
Dear Lord,
I am a small son,
asking for Your Glory,
Shine Bright,
on to the princess
of my life.
Until
I am older.
Once upon a time
In a land far away
A Baby was born
On a bright winter’s day
He was a happy baby
His laughter quite the treat
He was perfect from his head
To the bottom of his feet
He was born a Prince
So they wanted a regal name
The Queen called on her subjects
“Please come join in our games.”
“The winner will choose
our young Prince’s name.
To be spoken throughout the land
to bring the Prince fame.”
They brought their lances
Their armour and swords
In their search for Glory
and to win big awards
But the greatest prize
to select the Baby’s name
The winner so honoured
would gain great acclaim
They fought upon horses
In matches on the street
All manners of combat
Many foes to defeat
At the end of the week
One winner was proclaimed
The public all cheered him
For the Prince would be named
The winner was a man
Who, had not a name
He’d lived all his life
carrying that shame
So he thought for many hours
What name might be best
He searched all manner of books
So the Prince would be blessed
Alexander or Richard
Maybe Demetrius or Hobbs
Perhaps Matthew or Vincent
Or something simple like Bob
After hours of research
His choice was revealed
Written on a Silver Scroll
The name was unsealed
Queen Harleen was ecstatic
Dressed in a gown of gold
The Baby Prince in her arms
She did affectionately hold
King Matthew took the Prince
Introduced him to the crowd
“His name is Benjamin
Of him we’re all proud.”
Dedicated to our son Matthew, our daughter in-law Harleen and of course the star of the Tall Tale, our new Grandson Benjamin.
I have seen the mountains in so many ways,
And have traveled to lands looking majestic.
I’ve been searching for places to pass the days
To live wild and free is the ultimate aim.
My spirit calls for the wilderness to challenge me
In a way no one else can in any city life.
I see myself guided somewhere to the sea
To dream of a place that will be my home.
I guess I am looking for something that is knew,
Where tomorrows ideas are open and call for me.
Sadly there is nothing left here that remains true.
I pray, my strength of mind will guide me somewhere.
The morning sun shone westward to a land far away.
It beckoned me to go to a new place of my own.
Traveling and lost on an unknown roadway,
A force showed me a light that directed me onward.
Alaska wild and free, speaks to me in silent fantasy.
The evening sun glowed along the mountains
Lighting a path of splendor and ecstasy
I tasted the warmth of a fire burning in winter snows.
You see endless rivers run wild in Alaskan country,
With salmon sprouting for bears to catch,
The days are darkened by a times duty,
I followed my vision to this land wild and free.
I see new sunlight now shining through the trees.
My Alaskan dreams are now awakening,
With great adventures and stories waiting for me
You see, I have found my place to pass the time.
Tomorrow I will be reborn, and forget the past.
I will see the lands beauty for miles and rejoice,
You see my life is full of new wonders growing fast,
And my Alaskan stories wait to be written down.
Quote by: Michael Bassey Johnson
“Beyond the veil lies what our eyes cannot see,
skin cannot feel and consciousness cannot absorb.”
A parting thought in the middle of ordinary time
flesh wants to stay but the heart wants to soar
inside a broken temple the intervals of misery persist
and so she flies on, into a world untouchable as dawn;
She is a castaway in a land far away
a daydreamer disentangled from the rip tide of reality
a torn vessel gliding through a shroud, most High.
Forty cubits long and twenty cubits wide
she fits in the palm of His hand, like a small Jesus.
It takes three hundred Sacred Angels
to appease her ear-shattering cries
Each time she flies here to this place,
her wistful sadness disappears.
This is a place where all good girls go to die
where the agatat sound of a tearing veil
and the arcanum whisper of God prevails,
A place where a child is heard and paried in love.
I went to the shadchan
I listed what my wife should be
a pretty, funny, caring woman
But the shadchan laid it out for me:
"The type of woman who would look your way
Would be nearsighted, poor, a career missed
I have to be blunt, or I would betray
I've been around, trust me on this."
"You see, the mind is a computer"
"Sometimes unconsciously, factors get combined
Women do the math of what they want in a suitor
And you, poor shmuck, are not considered a find."
I was bitter, so I said, "they just smell cash"
But she replied, "you hypocrite, you're the same
"You want glamour, humor, and a dowry stash
That's how we all play that game."
"Men go for women who seem attainable
"Shared interests, smarts, or admiration
"The ratio of genders must be favorable.
If you select by race, add that to the equation."
"It's not that I want to be mean
"But beauty is signposts to evolution's goal
"A brain is designed to reproduce a gene
Even if infatuation grabs your soul."
So she found me a compatible mate
from a war-torn land far away
The lady was older, and overweight
And she denied that she was gay.
We went down that aisle, and tied the knot
But then I met a beauty at the car dealership
She was like a panther that the zoo forgot
She was funny, smart, my commitment flipped.
I was going to divorce my wife, this computation stuff was crap
When I was with this new girl, I felt like ten out of ten
Until one day I found her with a tinfoil cap
She was insane, believed in little green men.
You can't escape the computation
No matter how hard you try
Know your limits, your life station
That way, you won't have to cry.
After a short run
The road takes a diversion :
A curvilinear path.
Throwing a long lush green shadow,
The woods devoid of sorrows
Invites the heavy down power.
I peep into my heart
Behold a guy of five-six years old
Collecting withered Sheuli flowers
A paper-boat floats on the rivulet of rain water.
I startle to see
The boyhood days is still kept
On the self of my mind
Swings Oleander
In your ears – a pair of beautiful ear-rings.
As I’m walking along this road
All that we enjoyed,
All that we felt.
During our salad days
When we were swimming
In the Whirlpool of love,
All that takes the shape of Cyclonic storm
Approach all of a sudden,
Falls on the land of frustration:
You were one day sitting under the shadows
Of prop roots of past – thy age-old banyan tree.
Within an eye-wink staying
You filled my heart
With horripilation of spring
I am enraptured.
Thousand clouds float across my sky of despair
I see
An Oasis on rugged desert !
I crossed
The woods devoid of sorrows
Kept the sportive land far away back.
Now I’ve kept my sturdy feet
On the moor of unknown herbs.
I am encircled by the realm of Orchids
I imprison the mountain
The woods, the known-unknown flowers
In the camera of my curious eyes!
I forget myself, my soul
Forgets my existence.
In the current of magnificent colors
Me-thinks, you have come
Floats on my heart as Sheuli flower
Flows as if impulse in my nerve
Plays hide and seek in my blood!
After a short run
You take a diversion
Leave me for good
You’ve forgot me.
The Sheuli flowers, the paper-boat
The woods devoid of sorrows-all lost!
Picked-up Sheuli flowers of boyhood days
All that I try to recollect
Now pictures on the walls of your prejudice!
They swing as if they’re worthless calendars!!
You have already crossed
The shadows of prop-roots
Of that ancient banyan tree
I am spell-bound!
I am snared into an illusion of colored Orchid:
I dreamt of you last night,
I dreamt I held you tight,
Idreamt we were together,
this day and forever.
If dreams come true,
as they say they do,
then I can see a future for us two.
I dreamt we were on our beach,
the one thats out of reach.
Its in a land far away,
but we go there every day.
Its the only beach I know,
were only we can go.
No one can tell us what to do,
the rules are made by me and you.
We can do what we want and feel free,
that is the way its supposed to be,
and when I awake in the morning light,
I think of the night,
and know every thing will be all right.
Vase Dream - c'est la vie
White vase with no design
Dangling there - c'est la vie
I think somewhere in Center City
Apart from everything
In an apartment rising skyward
Lingering on the edge of ledge
Standing tall atop a railing raw
Languishing over the 20th Floor
Or there about
And more - c'est la vie
The balcony did its’ best of course
Displaying the fragile curves
Morning sun light danced approval
Around bouncing beams above the surface
But nothing could stop a soft breeze from…
Poof!.....And off it went… c'est la vie
An alert French man
Pastry smile and all
Happened along
With left handed nimble fingers caressing a Beaujolais 42
The other hand stretched out with stress
As if to field an errant football pass
And in that chance encounter…Catch!...
Tumbling to concrete boundaries down
Bottle released in a wincing crash
Ground favored his mortal urgency
Pottery saved - c'est la vie
Intact
French man’s head cracked
Let’s say opened
Something like an egg
A natural death ensued - c'est la vie
A passer-by seized the moment
Lifted vase and fled
Made off down and dirty
An ally
Another fate for vase awaits
Less encumbered
In a land far away
To dream of ledges - c'est la vie
If so inclined
Or so designed
Modified on 10/21/14 for - c'est la vie - Poetry Contest