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One day I asked my Mommy and Daddy if we could go to the zoo.
They said, “Sure, we will go to the zoo some day, just not today. Today we are too busy doing other things.”
Then, a few days later I asked them again.
They said, “Of course we can, Dear, some day. But right now we are too busy. Maybe some other day.”
So, a few days later I asked once again, “Mommy, Daddy, can we go to the zoo?”
They said, “Yes, Honey, we can go to the zoo some day, but Mommy and Daddy are too busy to take you there today. Maybe some other day.”
This made me mad.
I stomped my feet. I clinched my hands into fists. I made a very sad face. And, I yelled, “That’s what you always say! You always say some day! Well, when does some day get here!?”
Mommy and Daddy were not happy with my behavior. They told me I was being naughty. They told me I had to sit on the naughty spot.
So, I sat on the naughty spot.
But, I did not cry. I did not pout. I did not even feel very sad.
Instead, I went to the zoo by myself. I went to my very own Imaginary Zoo.
In some zoos there are soaring eagles. But in my imaginary zoo I saw oaring seagulls. They were in row boats in the middle of the lake.
Some zoos have snapping turtles. But my imaginary zoo had tapping snurtles. Have you ever seen a snurtle in tap shoes before? They were very good.
I have heard that many zoos have funny monkeys. The zoo I went to had money funkies. One funky gave me a ten dollar bill.
Some regular zoos have laughing hyenas. My imaginary zoo had halfing lyenas. They were chopping wood in half and then saying that they did not do it. I think that was a lie.
A lbatross a wandering ~ the largest bird up in the sky
L ongest wingspan ever seen ‘twixt eight foot three to eleven foot six
B reeding is the only time I'm touching down on terra firma
A ged sixty years or more with just one mate whom I adore
T o kill me, legends say, your life would end without a friend
R ejoicing mariners safe with me until their journey ends
O ver oceans I will soar whilst sleeping on the wing
S upernatural some believe, protecting oceans far and wide
S oaring gliding elegantly an awesome sight when in full flight
Written 9th July 2020
Contest Bird
Sponsor Constance La France
4th Place
Contest COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE 38
Sponsor Brian Strand
Exquisitely frail, a lone flute exhales, leaving this heart in a flutter
Cascading aloft, soft violins rise, from the flow of smooth silver rivers
Swelling the throat, sending spirits afloat on a sailboat of pure ecstasy
Transforming me now, through the mist all alone, where the music can take me away
A symphony of poems, transcends from above, where folklore and hope never ends
Soaring along, and honed from the heart, from the one who knew the divine
Yesterday's score, sublime as it is, takes me beyond today's shore
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Inspired by the music of Smetana
youtube link to music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3G4NKzmfC-Q
My days have been numbered,
Youth had had its call.
Daredevilry was my doing,
As I zipped on the highway,
Yielding to none,
Speeding away, speeding away.
How I miss those starlit nights,
Always new company,
Venting Rock's rants,
Evenings were for make-out.
But time would march on,
Even youth will be spent,
Ending in age's despair,
No one to care, with no one to care.
Now here I lie, an entity forgot,
Uncouth are my looks,
Mildewed is my frame,
Broken my body, as is my soul.
Everything's gone busted,
Roaring engine's gone rusted,
Eyesore for all,
Damned to Rust in Pieces?
~18 Jun 2016~
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Meaning: Adj: Extraordinarily good; wonderful
(S)oaring on the wings of love
(U)nder starlit skies spread above
(P)arachuting with joy in hand
(E)manating across the beautiful land
(R)esting together peacefully side by side
(C)asting smiles far and wide
(A)fter the sun sets, swirled colors to see
(L)ight of the stars lead the way with glee
(I)magine the best is waiting ahead
(F)or dreams to prepare before going to bed
(R)apture is met as the morning wakes
(A)ll rested and calm as mountains and lakes
(G)lorious views are endless to see
(I)nviting, to be shared in love with thee
(L)iving to the fullest, with the rush of waterfalls
(I)llustrating the flow of words the heart calls
(S)ensational stories to hold and to tell
(T)ransformed from wishes tossed in a well
(I)gniting pleasures from the body and mind
(C)reating special places that no-one can find
(E)xciting to share with understanding between
(X)eric desert beauty there is to be seen
(P)icturesque, singular, rare moments so rare
(I)rredescent feelings emerge from everywhere
(A)ll the material things that are around
(L)essen with meaning hearing a simple sound
(I)n quiet space all that is needed is found
(D)ynamic words with music, looking into the eyes
(O)f a loved one standing there with a surprise
(C)oming to you with vows with an open heart
(I)magine this is true and it is only a start
(O)f an adventure that will never end or unravel
(U)nder the skies in the land of life’s travel
(S)weet love’s conviction with the fall of a gavel
Heidi Sands
5/14/17
Written: May 6th 2024
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It's tough to revel in delight, but I grew!
Dreams rouse me, not in an aphonic view.
Nature provides her bounty every day,
I extend my hand and grasp her sway.
I perceive my youthful self in that place,
Her offerings were serendipitous grace.
In her sphere, blooms, and waterfalls,
A supple deer, an oaring raptor, in altar calls.
Each contributes to a feeling of calmness,
She was a fountain of pure suaveness.
Yet wars and famine steal my breath away,
A sight, luring amid a rutted path of ruby clay.
A moody inquiry into the root of my being,
A fleeting time of pure delightful feeling!
Thus, I wound up shooting my future ego,
Lift a glass, not a pistol, in a sky-dip indigo.
I rise again, and the sun surrounds me,
I can predict zodiac signs and lunar spree.
Along with Mars, Venus, and other oddities,
My mind spills, leaving no room for prodigies.
I shot for my destiny with this radical rhetoric,
Pulling me up a path reflected as historic.
A flash of his pistol, a gaze that said, walk,
My handgun babbled in its wandering talk.
Ravaged and forgotten, I await my fate in this junkyard,
Under the fierce sun and pouring rain and snow . . . but,
Still within this rusted frame beats a soul and memories, and
There was a time when I was truly loved-
Every person admired my style and curves and my brilliance,
Death, oh d e a t h and old age is a terrible thing.
Memories are all I have as weeds and vines devour,
Even now, I can still feel the soft cloth that caressed,
Making sure my paint shined like glass . . . and,
On long rolling highways and hills, I glided a thing of beauty-
Roaring along without a care in the world (I was young)
Inside my interior was impeccable and my leather so soft
Eternity was mine- I was going to exist forever, but
Silently, the rust began and soon ruined and scarred my beauty.
Days passed and then one day, I was towed to this lonely place,
Eternity seems like not such a good idea now . . .
Chirping from within me where a little song bird has made a nest,
And windflowers and yellow dandelions keep me company.
Years have passed and more and more cars lay ravaged,
Inside my soul memories stir of happy times-
Now my windows have grown blank as dead eyes, and all the
Gnarled and twisted, rusting cars (once loved) wait . . . d e c a y i n g.
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June 12, 2016
Poetry/Acrostic/Personification/Rusted Memories Decaying
Copyright Protected, ID 16-799-868-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Rusted and Busted
sponsor, Casarah Nance
Second Place
H ow do memories retain the brilliancy of star’s vanes?
A nother time another place, would memories have such grace?
P erhaps, it’s simply distance, that works this mystery this mischance.
P oor substitute for touch this distance metaphoric rush.
Y oungsters apple cheeked blush, Gran’s lovingly shush.
N otice only the brightest twinkle in a baby eye or a mother’s guise.
E very fused image stays crisp and lovely for all days.
W orry need not intrude on the sentinels of solitude.
Y our heart’s delight will outshine any simple test of time.
E ndlessly remaining new, bright, young and warm.
A rriving at the end of even nights most darkened morn.
R oaring with star fire and flame ‘till all who’ve lived….live again.
Below the veil of twilight, memories sway in the moon's oaring,
Effigies of the departed rise like incense smoke amongst ruins.
They have sprinkled us with pale dreams, and now, flowers of forgetfulness in the yard,
Whisper silver epitaphs on the wall of the mind, like a gentle incantation.
Their vestiges, constellations of gestures, spin in my universe,
Forming a firmament of moments that beyond eternity have not set.
Echoes of shared laughter fold into the curtain of the evening,
And embraces, like arched bridges between two universes, end in mystery.
They sowed habits, a mosaic of aromas in the blooming garden of my soul,
Which in depths, strange and impenetrable, have yet to know the abyss of oblivion.
In a hush, they speak, sweet phantoms, in chambers where their shadow still lies,
Chambers where the echoes of their steps lay down a leaf-carpeted corridor in a palace of silence and peace.
In life's testament, we note with pen moments and belongings, thoughts, and dreams,
But in the tapestry of fingerprints we share lies the true value of chosen wisdoms.
We write upon the canvas of the universe with the unstained finger of fate,
For in our essence, in the blood that has blossomed, remains forever the same ennobled signature.
And thus, on our path along the silver thread of existence,
Our stellar gazes captured in a portal to endless other dimensions,
We sing with the voice of nature, in that song of eternal truth, unswerving,
Our sound, a whisper of wind in the evergreen foliage, bearer of old and new deeds of kindness.
Fuzzy and hairy that is what he was, a cuddly big bear. She
Undressed shyly before him while he took his own sweet time
Zesting it up with cologne before a mirror, what a nervous boy
Zorro mask in place he naughtily asked," can I use my whip ?"
You can do anything you want but leave my feet alone
So there they were two hotties revving for the big big night
Oh Oh Oh she wailed and moaned, " how I love the big wild horse"
Caressing her like a velveteen he croons into her ear, "Oh dear "
Kiss me, canoodle me but don't look at my feet Tiger, cuz if you do ?
So slowly ever so slowly he peels the blanket off her quivering body
And as he looked at her feet he took in the blue socks and crocs
Nascent desires squelched, she was no longer a sexy wench ,
Darling, what in Gods name made you wear something like that he cried
Cuz I wanted to be hot stuff for you, but my feet are always cold
Roaring with laughter he took off his mask & she noticed his brows
Oh my stars you shaved your brows! "Didn't want to be a
Caveman my dear. She giggled and squeezed him tight. I love it
Sexy Zorro. Two lovers doo whopping it, with hot sexy love...