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It is a comforting thought that
there will always be ducks in our neighborhood.
Every decade of my life
there have always been Mallards,
though not many fancy ducks.
You can rely on Mallards to be the same,
not just in appearance, but in a certain duckiness,
a characteristic-ness.
When I was young Mallards
were just the same as they are now;
the ducklings have not changed either.
You might think I am being ridiculously obvious,
you might suppose me to be simple-minded,
but at age 74 it is most comforting
to know that something
as lovable, quarrelsome,
and irascible
as a Mallard duck has not changed.
Friends forever, since childhood to adults
I was new and shy entering a school hoping to survive
just wanting to quietly get by
And out of the blue you walked up to me
shook my hand and smiled hugely
I'm Carl and you are, Fritz I mumbled
Carl answered, so glad to meet you
He grabbed my hand and pulled me along
introducing me to classmates so I would belong
Cheery, playful funny and fun
a bit of a brat yet lovable to everyone
Carl and I connected that day
and we became buddies right away
A confident a brother a pal
we were thick as thieves living loud
Carl was short and I am tall
At the senior play Carl the ventriloquist and me the big doll
we slayed em as laughter echo through the halls
In college we dated those pretty twins
we would always get them mixed up or was it pretend
At our weddings each the other's best man
Our families shared vacations and a holiday now and then
I remember Carl's words to me so long ago
Fritz, no matter what paths we take
no matter what directions we go
I pray that we remain friends throughout our lives
that we live as friends die as friends
and whatever comes after that
we stay friends forever
all I could do was mumble and smile
I wouldn't have it any other way pal
Start
As the snow covered peaks of the mountain
Turn golden with the rays of the rising sun,
She races down the snow-lined pathways
Her husky on a leash, leading the run.
Her golden hair gently swept by the breeze
Her ebullient paces betray her glee,
She dodges the trees along the path
As she glides down to set herself free.
Behold the lady of the mountain
In all her elegance, demeanor and beauty,
She exudes charm worthy of a woman of substance
Who never fails in performing her duty.
She touches the pinnacle of virtue
And carries in all her work a fervor,
She is so lovable, adorable and venerable
Leaving her peer a mere observer.
She speaks her oxymora with a gesture
Which elicit paeans and laughter,
Her deafening silence is like an illusion
That one should never go after.
End
NONPARALLEL NATURE
Novel Nature notifying nobility
Overwhelming opulence of resources to explore.
Nonparallel nonpareil
Pretty precise in perfect purity
Amazing astounding administrative affinity.
Rustic raw yet rolling on refinement
Attaining artistic adaptive ability
Liberal Law of Nature supernal
Lovely lovable luminous in diversity of life.
Emancipating eccentric ecstasy.
Leading smartest role in stirring emotions
Nurture Nature for future.
Alluring attracting your kinship to Nature.
Twined turbulence and tranquility.
Undaunted unconquerable unbounded unique ubiquity
Radical rational reasonable reality.
Enhancing evolution on excitement enrapturing, exulting admiration.
07/12/19
Contest on 'FINE TUNE THIS COLLABORATION'
Sponsor Line Gauthier
Mary was a bright girl I knew,
She yearned for love from her dad,
She could not get it as her parents were divorced,
She felt lonely, and depressed.
She had hundreds of friends on social media and Facebook,
They would wish her good morning and share musical thoughts,
But when the app was closed, all of them disappeared,
Lack of real friends drove her almost to the point of self-annihilation.
Then she met a boy, he took her in his wings,
He gave her confidence and believe in herself,
With the self-esteem rising like phoenix,
Mary was happy and cheerful which I wanted to see.
Self-esteem is made up primarily of two things,
Feeling lovable and feeling capable,
Feeling lovable extinguishes fear and anxiety,
Feeling capable fills one with confidence and believe in itself.
Something’s in life will always haunt us but sharing lessens the burden
AU-REVOIR DEAREST MUMMY
Hi Mom,
Please switch your computer on,
Wherever you are,
Perhaps you are that
Brilliant star,
That I see every night,
That shines so bright,
What I have to say,
Will not take all day,
But its time I
Recorded on email
A chapter that I’ve ignored
Of my life,
When you were still alive!
I always did cherish,
Our moments together,
I hope you did too,
For I’ve always loved you,
And my secret hope
From a little girl, was
You would never perish!
We were best friends,
It was so wholesome
But after dad died,
And you cried and cried,
You changed,
You were so lonesome,
But you became
A patriarch,
Not a matriarch
As you always had been,
But a bully,
Which truly
Made me very sad,
As I also missed dad!
Unfortunately we
Began to lose touch,
Although I always
Loved you, very much.
For one complete year
I felt so guilty,
For it was so silly,
That it all came to this,
I was unhappy and
One miserable day,
Gave you a hug and a kiss,
Immediately I felt better!
But you got sick
Shortly thereafter,
With dementia,
Every day was
Heart-rending venture!
You became bed-ridden,
But something in
Your lovable confused
Mind lay hidden,
For you always
Recognised me,
And held my hand,
As you lay dying,
And I was left crying!
All I want you to know
Is that I always have
And will always,
Love you so!
Au-revoir dearest Mummy!
There lives a puppy named Weasel
She's almost big as a diesel
Artists paint her on their easel
She can be found digging up bones
Her heart is as wild as a deer
She's amazing - she's without fear
Her hair grows in spite of the shear
She eats so she may get gallstones
Her mind is stirred up by the cats
At night, she'll chase after the bats
I once caught her chasing the rats
She is spayed but still has hormones
Her time is spent near the river
Sometimes, she eats things like liver
Her soul is kind - she's a giver
On the web, she uses our phones
Her joy is found in hues of pink
She'll pick that one without a blink
If you pet her, she'll give a stink
Living with her gives me love tones
Her light falls soft on any heart
She's lovable, warm and so smart
Yet, she may smile, look up and fart
When she visits vets she gets cones
Her life has been one filled with hope
Mind, soul and spirit, she can cope
She is happy - won't ever mope
I promise, my heart, Weasel owns
Tall Tales 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jeff Kyser
April 6, 2022
DIZZY
Carefree yet carefully careless.
Prompt to break one in three pieces.
Three being given, two he loses.
Devoted in actions useless.
Peculiar not to compare.
A single piece without pair.
If asked for tea, juice to prepare.
Torn shoes work fine, not to repair.
Not absolute total bogus,
But derided, ridiculous.
Talks meaningless superfluous.
Guy came direct from Damascus.
As vagrant mostly lives in camp.
Even if weather be damp.
But in sports always a champ.
Also, lovable chap as tramp.
To identify too easy.
A little bit weird whimsy.
In odd work keeps himself busy.
Who is he? He is the dizzy.
08/18/19
First Place
Re-edited on 08/13/21
A Brian Strand Rhyme Me'
Contest by Brian Strand
You start by trying to ignore yourself.
This is reflexive.
Ego always wants you look into the wrong mirror.
Later you find out you can't,
you're just too forking obvious.
So you come up with excuses, play the victim
blame your parents or childhood.
If you keep on watching
and don't settle,
then you come to an understanding,
that it was always other people's fault
on every occasion you did your best
under the circumstances.
This of course leads to depression, suppression
and a desire to find some guru
to get you out if this hall of crazy mirrors
you find yourself in.
You almost convince yourself you're happy being this
lovable person that everyone likes,
it works for you.
Then you die -
not in the body but in your humanity,
now Truth can do something with you,
you allow that Truth to set you free
but maybe just one prison at a time.
I wouldn't have loved anyone more than her,
and it is no secret that flowers make any mother smile,
when she takes them from two hands that care;
I honored you, mother with my thoughtfulness and pride.
Either in early adolescence or in late childhood:
did I see a single trace of profound sadness
while you gave me all those caresses and kisses
when I was asleep in my warm and tidy bed.
Beautiful and adorable mother, I was your gorgeous boy,
and in all honesty, you must have loved me a bit more
than the four girls who were lovable and obedient as I;
and in all fairness, they equally shared that incredible love.
Only your portrait can make that memory relive in your child;
I stare at it and suddenly light comes flashing at me:
the happiest and most radiant smile God ever created so lovingly...
to make those tender eyes forever live in this smile of mine.
Sweet and gentle mother, be that comforting angel who will embrace me
when uncertainty and sorrow will make me desperately mourn;
don't dry all these tears, but take them to the merciful Lord:
as my gift of infinite gratitude and immense love that I express so deeply.
Before I brought you crimson roses, the flowers that made any mother smile
to thank you for your sacrifice and devotion: did you see your son's pride?
Today I don't bring those roses, only yellow chrysanthemums to your grave:
to embellish this unadorned tombstone on which I will pray, weep and grieve.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci