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Four hours of word games a night, with two I-pads on my lap, is absurd.
But in the time it takes one to process I can be playing another word.
Painting has slowed down a bit since I realized that poetry is fun.
I was averaging four completed canvases a week for five years.
Now I barely complete one.
Painting is my most relaxing hobby. She helps me get less stress,
and retain my composure
When someone else gets Game of the Week.
For I love that kind of exposure!
Playing with children is a fix I need daily. Lucky for me,
I finally snagged a career
That allows me to get that fix at work which is ever so dear.
In the summer I am busy from sun up to sun down, replanting my flowers.
Their exuberance and delightfulness helps me
retain all of my happiness powers.
In the fall, my hobby must include meeting my friends
for wild women campouts.
We are nutty, and funny, and it is fun to have singalongs and shout-outs!
It is weird how hobbies change from time to time, clock never slowing….
Twenty years ago if you had asked me my hobby would have been sewing.
Forty years ago my most intense hobby was playing racquetball,
I won a league championship in 1980, three months
after I had a baby, after all!
Written Jan 28, 2019 Contest: Hobbies Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
As I rounded the hill
Face to face with the still
That I'd only heard rumors spoke of
With no one around
I sat myself down
And proceeded to sample the stuff
As sweet as honeydew melon
Got my feet to a geling
Made me feel like I did in my youth
Sat with a dumb gaze for a while
Then got the biggest of smiles
When it came to me what I should do
So I went with my plan
And opened a stand
Right there on the mountain side
When word in the forest got out
I never had any doubt
That all of the critters would be stoping by
You should have seen them all guzzle
As the squirrels ordered doubles
Then proceeded to tell wild nutty lies
It was quite the fiasco
When they brought out the cowboy hats and lasso's
As the party went well into the night
They paid in nuts and berries
Which was fine by me
With them I made different flavors of shine
In flavors I made 32
So I wouldn't get sued
By Baskin-Robbins who has 31 at this time
From all the flavors I made
Boysenberry was the fav
The raccoons made up a dance called the boysenberry crawl
Which was a big hit
At the discotheque
The beavers built in the early fall
We made a deal
I would sell them my swill
For a little piece of the pie
We were all getting rich
I have to admit
It's quite the relationship, the beavers and I
Of course the beavers got greedy
You know how beavers are needy
Couldn't leave well enough alone
Figured they had the right
Who's going to pay for these lights
That make this the best disco in town
They started charging a cover
Which didn't go over
As well as they would have liked
Plus they doubled the price of the booze
Which left little food
On the woodland creatures tables at night
Things went from bad to worse
When they started to curse
Me, "The Man" for the troubles they had
I barely made it out alive
By the skin of my hide
When I packed and hit the road mighty fast
Things had been going so well
Before it all went to hell
And me and my still were forced to leave
Now still to this day
You know why I always say
That famous line, passed down in time
"Leave it to Beav"
( To be sang to the tune of - " If You're Happy and You
Know It... " )
Here's a fun little fact you'll find quite cute,
Some nuts that we call, " Nuts" are really fruit!
The Pistachio, Cashew
Almonds, Walnuts, Pecans too
Are some nuts that we call, " Nuts " - but they are fruit!
And these nuts that we call, " Nuts " - though they are fruit
Are not the only ones that leave us duped.
Peanuts are culprits too!
What we eat, we have no clue.
And in Botany these nutty fruits are Drupes.
Though these fruits hold on to their nutty veneer,
There are genuine Nuts out there, have no fear!
True Nuts, it may sound odd
Are protective, hard shelled pods
Containing fruit and seed of plants that hold them dear.
And just incase you're not confused enough,
Let me fill you in about the Coconut...
It's a seed, a fruit, a nut
Also healthy for the gut
So not all foods that are called, " nut " are really Nuts!
Written 25th January 2023
Walking the Autumn forest heals,
as squirrels dig for nutty meals;
on this lovely but chilly day,
where bright colors nature reveals.
Wildflowers still growing so gay,
and song birds move like a ballet;
the tangled path wonderful still,
I even love the leaf decay.
From a hidden tree a loud shrill,
this path is leading me uphill;
and wind sweeps the gold and red;
I hug myself in the morn' chill.
Like a patch blanket the leaves spread,
vines are drying and hang like thread;
soon, all will be resting in snow,
forest trees stand bare looking dead.
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October 24, 2021
Poetry/Rubaiyat/Stillness of An Autumn Walk
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1400-464-24
All Rights Reservd, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Interlocking Rubiayt
sponsor, Angel L Villanueva, Judged 11/03/2021
The Peripheries of Love
by Michael R. Burch
Through waning afternoons we glide
the watery peripheries of love.
A silence, a quietude falls.
Above us—the sagging pavilions of clouds.
Below us—rough pebbles slowly worn smooth
grate in the gentle turbulence
of yesterday’s forgotten rains.
Later, the moon like a virgin
lifts her stricken white face
and the waters rise
toward some unfathomable shore.
We sway gently in the wake
of what stirs beneath us,
yet leaves us unmoved ...
curiously motionless,
as though twilight might blur
the effects of proximity and distance,
as though love might be near—
as near
as a single cupped tear of resilient dew
or a long-awaited face.
Published by Romantics Quarterly, Poetry Magazine, Boston Poetry Magazine, Triplopia, Shadows Ink, E Mobius Pi, Underground Poets, Emotions Literary Magazine, Grassroots Poetry, Poetry Webring, Poetically Speaking, The Poetic Muse, Poet’s Haven, Poetic Voices, Nutty Stories (South Africa) and Gostinaya (in a Russian translation by Yelena Dubrovin)
You are sexy so you flaunt
Your body around and want
The attention from all guys
They are staring with big eyes
When you walk across the room
Their heads turn and start to zoom
In your direction with such ease
All they want to do is please
Every whim and wish for you
But you do not have a clue
There is just one reason they
Act in such a crazy way
The tight skirts, pants, even dresses
Turn them into nutty messes
Makeup covering your flaws
Painted nails look like claws
Hair is done up with such flair
Thongs instead of underwear
They don't see the realness
That is hiding behind this
True beauty is not in boxes
We can still be real foxes
With our kindness, acts and hearts
Not with fake and store bought parts
Look inside and bring it forth
Then you will find your true worth
My Childhood in vain?
Being small is a boon or a bane
I would say its all very insane
The expectations that adults keep of you
Is enough to scare your wits out too!
Exam time is the least exciting of them all
My Mom and Dad they don’t want me to take a fall
So study I must to get good marks et al
And yet I don’t get why their list just keeps getting tall?
Other days my teachers give me lots of homework
They say it will get me to practice what I was taught
But with so much practice all time long,
Am I really going to be that ASTRONAUT?
Who will rack his brain to solve that important problem
And always be in his superiors good books
And be known amongst peers as a know- it- all
Oh! I get goosebumps just thinking how I would look!
Now my last semester is on
And my marks will be counted on an average
This world is driving me nutty, yet again
And reading that text book like a book is my priority, DAMN!
Most people go bananas
over chocolate
I'm well nuts about nuts
as well
Stuff them in chocolate
ice-cream or sherbet.
Yeah munch on peanuts
brunch on hazelnuts
Ah lunch on pecan nuts
or crunch on chestnuts
For nuts could never
drive one nuts
Ironically nutters
perhaps never ate them
A nutcase perhaps never
pried open
a nut from its case
as nuts could never ever
fall from grace
Any nut brown eyes
shouldn't miss them.
Nuts are an anytime
anywhere snack
Do travel with 'em' in
your backpack
Savour the taste of
salted groundnuts or
roasted peanuts
I even see locals munch
on round kola nuts.
Western walnuts are
tasty too
and acorns ain't just for
squirrels
in forests or the zoo
Enjoy the crunchy East
African cashews
Snack on slivered Indian
almonds
or even Persian
pistachios
Ahem well rhyming this
poem
was sure quite a tough
nut to crack ;)
Rhyming was tough for
this nutty crunchy snack
Besides there's so many
of them
I can't just put em' all in
a nutshell
I can only hope and wish
you enjoy
this nutty tale I tell.
But I do hope to have
offered all the nuts and
bolts on nut variety
And now nothing else
can rhyme here
except its creator the
Almighty
And this poem be as well
for all poetry nuts
for don't all of you poets
have such poetic guts?
A word in caveat now,
yeah go on crack those
nuts
but take care not to
crack your canines
Pray protect your pearly
whites
Your very own precious
stalactites
those right inside your
facial cave mines
and lest with cavity
holes you whine.
I ate thru the pages of my own book,
Whose title is experience and held three chapters.
By phaze one I saw life was fun & everyone loved me.
Called every woman mother, every uncle father
& the toothy ancestors. Better days.
I saw everyone giggling, cheering, no face masks.
They all loved to call me fairy pseudonyms & I didn't mind.
So I skip through a little further.
Here now I notice only very
few people care about me, like just mum , dad & playmates.
It's more fun though & with plenty of scolding.
Momma hit Me on my butty said I was such a nutty & I cry little.
Dada stared at Me from the balcony, but didn't show any beep,
just a poker fellow he wore on his face.
Here everybody wanted me read but i didn't really like books.
Later found out that books needed be eaten to regurgitate wisdom.
So I climbed to phaze two with rocky baggage to carry to the
wisdom bank, plenty exams to write.
To the stream, sometimes with a medium size clay pot on my skinny
head, to fetch the home life with peers, while often playing
along the bush path, that cut across scented leaves. While the nightingales, hover around our heads, hanging on tree branches singing sweetly
Any foodie on the brink
Of getting moody thinks
Of the dear dairy panacea
Culinary kinks
Cultural links
Gourmet high jinx
Where the nods & the winks
Go to the food of the Gods
The sexy minx that really stinks
A noble global endeavour
Palette caged by a rare
Cave aged Gruyere
Arty farty dolcelatte party
Comte & cheddar
Smutty nutty double header
Camembert flair
Prouder of Gouda
Stilton to share
Or louder Parmesan fan
Even when it’s powder?
Aristocratic blue vein
More a Roquefort sort
Or St Augur holds court
Emphatic stench & stain
Tester of Red Leicester
What's better than Feta
Double Gloucester no imposter
Boursin or St Paulin on the roster
Snarl if there's no emmental
Pecorino the Ferrari Dino
Halloumi whispers consume me
New coup for Exmoor blue
Hail the tale of Wensleydale
Willy nilly grab a slab of Philly
Wealthier folks say Philadelphia
On the grounds sounds healthier
Right now is Ricotta somehow hotter
Or creamy dreamy Burrata smarter
Kowtow to Yarg from Celtic Kernow
Homage to fromage global trotter
Whatever floats your boat
High roller Gorgonzola
Maybe Goat gets your vote
Or those in the know
Gloat..chose sheep & Manchego
Young or well hung
Given time in the cellar
Yippee glee of smelly brie
But won’t sneer at Paneer
Mozzarella can be stellar
Even give a damn about Madame Edam
Stringy Raclette the best bet yet
Or the goo of Fondue more you
Can't sledge a wedge of Old Amsterdam
Primula still familiar
Wary of the not rated
Scary squirting lube
You squeeze with ease
Flirting fairy out of a tube
Ill fated.. hated pre grated
Diced into a nice cube
Drastic or fantastic vices
Chose those plastic elastic slices
Could plea for some Dairy Lea
Fell under that Babybel spell
Or pray tell a stash of well maybe
Laughing cow oui Le Vache qui Rit