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Three sisters used to babysit
Back when my kids were small.
It's years since I have thought of them
But some things I recall.
Josephine, the eldest,
Was both gentle and subdued.
She liked to keep the lamps down low
To keep a peaceful mood.
Lydia, the youngest,
Was an energetic sort.
Each bulb was set to blazing
Like a night-time tennis court.
And Henrietta, in-between,
Was full of smiles and fun.
Some lights were on for brightness,
But not every single one.
My husband is like Josephine,
Preferring rooms near-dark,
While I resemble Lydia,
Her choices on the mark.
When we're both home we compromise
And just so no one's pissed,
We tap our Henrietta;
Light and dark thus coexist.
A letter from home to Rome
To my dearest
If i had a secret
It would be that i like facing the same wind as you
You are one of a kind
My save harbor
You color my world with love
You showed me the power of love
Every moment i have spent with you is unforgettable, all remind me of you
You are the music to my ears
My best medicine
You are my friend, my love
More importantly what i love is, i hear your name every time my heart beats
You complete me
Even if the universe crumble
Nothing can move me away from you
Like sparkling diamonds
Our love will leave a memory in the sky
And a thousand years from now
You and me, our love will remain ever flowing.
Date : 28/07/2019.
Sponsor : Richard Lamoureux.
20 titles from 20 friends.
20 titles.
1. A letter from home to Rome - Robert ball
2. To my dearest - Jamila Bestre
3. You complete me - James Edward Lee sr
4. My friend, my love - Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
5. Sparkling diamonds - Joseph May
6. You color my life with love - Lu Loo
7. You and me - Aidan Sinclair
8. Music to my ears - Emile Pinet
9. Move me - Richard Lamoureux
10. The universe - Nina Parmenter
11. A thousand years from now - Carrie Richards
12. My best medicine - Andrea Dietrich
13. One of a kind - Caren Krutsinger
14. All remind me of you - Debjani Mitra
15. Power of love - David Hendricks
16. Safe harbor - Gregory R. Barden
17. What i love - Maureen Mcgreary
18. I hear your name - Lyric Man
19. More importantly - Edward ibeh
20. Ever flowing - Lydia Langemeier
She is very slender and her eyes are brown.
Her hair is lovely, long and dark.
Sometimes she wears colors in her hair or paints her nails.
When I visit at her house, she often scurries away
to be with her own little visiting girlfriends.
Not too interested in Grandma any more,
she is eleven going on twelve.
Sometimes she comes with her sister to stay over.
She cannot scurry off; I have her full attention!
I enjoy giving her and her sister treats like candy and ice cream.
She especially likes great-grandpa’s Klondike bars!
She is growing so fast and even babysitting a lot now.
She will probably grow taller than even me or her older sister.
She is eleven going on twelve.
I was there for her birth three days after one Christmas.
I floated her around in a pool that following summer,
watching her large wonderful eyes, just staring straight ahead.
She was so calm; she is quieter than her sister
(but maybe not when she is with her girlfriends).
I’ve watched her dance in recitals where she sparkled
with more radiance than any other girl in her dance group.
Sweet notes she gave me now hang from magnets on my fridge.
Caring, fun and loving,
She is eleven going on twelve.
Nov. 5, 2019 for Beth Evans' 2 To 12 Poetry Contest
Lydia, don't desert me for life; I've waited years
for an answer and certainly won't give up now,
you can be kinder than you've ever been:
I've struggled through the hardest of times:
feel sorry for me, don't let rejection grow,
no man should be on his knees as I've been!
Nobody looks at you more than I do,
nobody admires you more than I do;
some guys promise you sweet kisses,
instead, I promise you a real Heaven:
all that offers days of true happiness...
can you turn it down with false pretension?
Lydia, don't desert me for life; I've built a castle
and hasn't been washed away by the waves,
it's waiting for us and in there we'll live a fable
that a young storyteller has written for us;
you can guess you wrote it and why:
are you still undecided? Give it a try!
Lynda, don't desert me for life;
I care more than anybody you have met
rushing to conclusions is one of the biggest mistakes,
you have to end my emotional strife;
I've begged enough and dreamed of a rainbow at sunset...
it has rained enough and now it's time for sunshine and smiles:
run with me and let's find the joys that'll be finally ours.
It's true that pork 'n' beans have
chunks that are winning
And Indian spiced pumpkin
sets your heart spinning
Pho bo's delightful, cod soup's disarming
jjamppong, French lentil --charming
Japanese dashi, vichyssoise's sweet
tater soup's smashing, pozole's a treat
Bread and butter with escarole-and-white-bean
bring wonderful company, time and again
Delish Italian wedding soup in Orte
try this and you're a jolly good sport
But cream of the crop, tip of the top
it's Poetry Soup, and there we stop!
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Aug. 27, 2023
"Soup Poetry Contest"
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Deadline: Saturday, September 23, 2023
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I wrote it to the tune of the following lyrics
("It's a Jolly Holiday" from Mary Poppins---
"...It's true that Mavis and Sybil 'ave
Ways that are winning
And Prudence and Gwendolyn
Set your 'eart spinning
Phoebe's delightful, Maude is disarming
Janice, Felicia, Lydia--charming
Cynthia's dashing, Vivian's sweet
Stephanie's smashing, Priscilla a treat
Veronica, Millicent, Agnes, and Jane
Convivial company, time and again
Dorcas and Phyllis and Glynis are sorts
I'll agree are three jolly good sports
But cream of the crop, tip of the top
It's Mary Poppins, and there we stop!")
G irls giggle and tell secrets. That’s okay!
R ambunctious boys can cause my head to ache.
A ngelic girls are easier to take.
N ight comes. They kneel beside their bed to pray.
D ear little dolls, they go to sleep straightway,
D ress up like princesses when they awake,
A nd nicely play. No trouble do they make.
U nsullied darling little nymphs are they!
G lad news for Grandma having girls again;
H ow nice I need not deal with all the woes!
T wo sisters, Lydia and Natalyn,
E arn hugs and kisses just for being kin.
R eflections of my dreams, and on life goes. . . .
S weet granddaughters let love and laughter in!
An Acrostic Italian Sonnet for
Contest by dakarai cobb:
The Sonnet Man's Acrostic Challenge
This article is about the avant-garde poet, playwright and memoirist. For other uses, see Otis Trench, Brent Scorn, Lydia Fox, C. Günter Marrow, Elzbieta Bienga (disambiguation).
Zoltan Goliath (?????? ?????) has long been considered an enigma; elusive and indistinct with an uncertain heritage and vaguely defined borders. His past is shrouded in mystery, myth and legend. He is believed to have started life as a shallow, hard-boiled stereotype of a cynical private investigator in a trashy dime store crime novel, but he stuck to his guns and eventually metamorphosed into a tragically complex and conflicted character in an obscure psychological drama that was burned by the Nazis on the Opernplatz in 1933; now he’s all smoke and ash, indecipherable. He is rarely seen in public and often makes it a point to have his own obituary printed in certain small town newspapers. He is rumored to possess a large collection of rare idioms as well as many volumes of arcane criteria. There is good reason to believe he spent some years at sea aboard a tramp steamer smuggling contraband to the underdogs during the Cold War, his travels being extensive. None of this can be verified, however, since Mr. Goliath is notorious for agreeing to meet for interviews, only to send a chimp wearing a deerstalker cap in his place, or other some-such nonsense.
A long-tailed skimmer (Plathemis lydia) with lovely striking wings
both transformed and adaptable, transforming right before my eyes
Settled on my hand she's like an Alien object from heaven above
she is probably weighing my soul and deciding how much it weighs
Though they often perch on shoreline vegetation this one did not
she came and kept me company opening space for me to smile
Abundance in God's creation has me wondering about my heart
how much it longs for beauty and all the things that make it whole
She helped me find the positive in situations that I thought were dire
from a nymph in the water to a winged adult she came for a short stay
Inside my soul there is an agate that is as precious as the stars of night
it is there that I will send her, to wait for me, until it gets light...
Until I find the strength to do the things that I must do in this lifetime
and I'll give her thanks for her visit, even if it was only for a short time.
Written for my friend Jennifer Reid
Love, Your Mystic Rose :)
Eve, the mother of all mankind,
Adam found his helpmeet in her.
Old Sarah, through faith, was confined.
Rebecca, the first twins’ mother.
Shiphrah and Puah, brave midwives
Saved Hebrew children, fearing God.
Fearless Jochebed hid her child,
Because of her, Moses survives.
Rahab hid spies for she was awed
By the true God, who on her, smiled.
Like Deborah, who could you find?
Her bold judgement caused quite a stir.
Jael, Heber’s wife, was brave of mind,
She killed Sisera on a spur.
Naomi was a good mother
To her daughter-in-law named Ruth.
Ruth left her all to follow God,
Was one of Jesus’ ancestors.
Prayerful Hannah in her youth
Gave child Samuel back to God;
Intelligent Abigail soothed
King David’s wrath, became his wife.
The young maid of Israel smoothed
Naaman’s healing from leprous strife.
Daring Queen Esther without fear,
Saved the Jews from being wiped out.
What can I say of blessed Mary?
She bowed to God’s will with all cheer.
Dorcas, Lydia did not pout,
Active were they in church early.
Women from all walks of life are
Found in the Bible to teach us,
Each, in her own way, is a star,
A vessel for God, a great plus;
Rhoda, Priscilla and others,
All are equally paramount,
Only a few have I mentioned,
Sisters, daughters, wives and mothers,
There are so many, I can’t count,
Let’s learn from them as intentioned.
14th April 2022
(8 syllables per line
Rhyme Scheme: ababcdecde)
{The role played by women in Biblical history is truly great. No wonder Lord Jesus Christ revealed His resurrected self first to them}
For Beata Agustin's "Ode to Women" contest
Sappho Translations I
Sappho, fragment 132 (Lobel-Page 132)
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
1.
I have a delightful daughter
fairer than the fairest flowers, Cleis,
whom I cherish more than all Lydia and lovely Lesbos.
2.
I have a lovely daughter
with a face like the fairest flowers,
my beloved Cleis …
It bears noting that Sappho mentions her daughter and brothers, but not her husband. We do not know if this means she was unmarried, because so many of her verses have been lost.
Sappho, fragment 131 (Lobel-Page 131)
loose translations/interpretations by Michael R. Burch
1.
You reject me, Attis,
as if you find me distasteful,
flitting off to Andromeda ...
2.
Attis, you forsake me
and flit off to Andromeda ...
Sappho, fragment 140 (Lobel-Page 140)
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
He is dying, Cytherea, the delicate Adonis.
What shall we lovers do?
Rip off your clothes, bare your breasts and abuse them!
Sappho, fragment 36
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Vain woman, foolish thing!
Do you base your worth on a ring?
Sappho, fragment 130
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
May the gods prolong the night
—yes, let it last forever!—
as long as you sleep in my sight.
... a sweet-voiced maiden ...
—Sappho, fragment 153, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
I have the most childlike heart ...
—Sappho, fragment 120, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
There was no dance,
no sacred dalliance,
from which we were absent.
—Sappho, fragment 19, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
I love the sensual
as I love the sun’s ecstatic brilliance.
—Sappho, fragment 9, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
I love the sensual
as I love the sun’s splendor.
—Sappho, fragment 9, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
You anointed yourself
with most exquisite perfume.
—Sappho, fragment 19, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Awed by the moon’s splendor,
stars covered their undistinguished faces.
Even so, we.
—Sappho, fragment 34, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
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