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When lonely and sad in the night
Their poems I read
And come up to speed
Then everything seems ALL right! ;)
Poems in shapes and sizes
Poets in different guises
Some are really hot
Their words hit the spot
So welcome to the prizes!!
Some write of nature and plants
and rhymes are written of ants
Some hot body parts
Some mention the arts
While others write raves and rants
Poets have stories to tell
And mostly, they are all swell
Some write about S E X
Their great big "dog" Rex ;)
Or how we'll all burn in hell!
Try out a contest or two
A collab of muse and you
haiku may be fun
word games and a pun
Don't stick to the tried and true
you must at times take a stand
Just hope that you won't be banned
write "naughty" but "nice"
Add lots of hot spice
and hope that you won't get canned
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one taste will make you want more
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A revised edition of an older write. We need some levity. It's not really my thing...but hey, trying to be versatile but still old school. Each limerick is 77557. I know the meter is not always spot on, but....it's not really my FORM! ;)
You remember when we use to rush home (rush home )
To get on the house phone (house phone)
We would talk for what seemed like forever
About sweet little nothings like the weather
We would laugh and enjoy each other's conversations
Get you through the hardest situations
I just wish sometimes
We can turn back the hands of times
Bring it back
That old school love
That's a fact
When we use to do this and that
I just want to turn it back
If I did how would you react
I remember when
We started off as friends
Couldn't wait to get home
So I can hit you up on the phone
Then you meet and you greet me
You make liking you
Very easy
Got me all cheesy inside
You make me want to ride with you
Into the early morning
The sunrise
I'm digging you and the vibes
Bring it back
That old school love
That's a fact
When we use to do this and that
I just want to turn it back
If I did how would you react
Bring it back
Me and you
My boy my Bae ?? my boo
(Repeat 1×)
Bring it back
That old school love
That's a fact
When we use to do this and that
I just want to turn it back
If I did how would you react
Written by
Concetta Hardnett
02/26/2023
(Dedication: To my old school mates,
Class of 1971, St. Joseph's Insitution,
Singapore)
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In a swift flow
Old times catch-up,
Three in a row
Espresso cups.
Queen Street unfurls
With simple flair,
We sit and curl
Sift old time airs.
Old days discuss
With ample wit,
A meal to buzz
As fancy hits.
Two score and six
Years blown away,
A motley mix
To anchor say.
By this fine space:
Mary's Kafe,
Greet face to face
As updates sway.
Change looks so strange
As we touch base,
Age screams new range
To fit our case.
Make small talk blunt
With new chit-chat,
Familiar grunts
Pry this and that.
Old versions add
A sparkle here,
Each to a fad
Dimpled with cheer.
Mellow old bones
Tell a story,
Each ageing tone
As life sparks spree.
Just for a while
Warm moments fit,
A glimpse of smiles
In jolly wit.
So much to say
Now each to each,
Sip drinks today
Old times track reach.
A few hours here
To share old times,
School days once near
Distract odd chimes.
Too soon, too quick
Time to part ways,
Each to his flick
A path and play.
A group picture
For keepsake kind,
A sure fixture
Frames peace of mind.
Leon Enriquez
31 July 2017
Singapore
When shadows of the evening fade,
And earth she wears her darkest dress,
It's magic time as stars parade,
Like jewels, into jet inlaid.
We gaze, as land and sky caress,
When shadows of the evening fade.
As daylight and the nightime trade,
The world still turns, for this we bless.
It's magic time as stars parade.
Our moon each night will serenade,
Her timeless flight, for loves success
When shadows of the evening fade.
The milky way's a silver braid,
Like diamonds sparkling in a tress.
It's magic time as stars parade.
The zodiac, earths rich brocade.
This bracelet , charms us with finesse,
When shadows of the evening fade.
It's magic time as stars parade.
I told Jan Allison this was the first poem i had ever written.
I was mistaken, recently i found an old school exercise book,
With a poem i wrote in 1951 aged 11. It was named The Tramp.
So i entered this on Poetry Soup also. Regards George.
8 / 31 / 2017.
In our leisurely drive across the country one of our delights
was an old school house in Nebraska…where we were blessed to spend the night.
We were already in the middle of nowhere….when ‘turn here’ our GPS crowed…
and took us another 4 miles down a one lane gravel road.
The renovated school house was secluded…there was no one else around
and once we turned the car off…you couldn’t hear a sound.
Until, that is, our eyes and ears adjusted…and we both shared a smile
as the animals in the country said…welcome…come and stay a while.
So we sat out in the school yard…in the disappearing day
totally aware of the sights and sounds around us now on display.
Birds singing in the trees surrounding us…everywhere we glanced
joining in a wondrous harmony…while the dandelions all. danced.
A robin sitting on her nest…took time out to tweet…
Rabbits hopped over to listen…and grab a bite to eat
A rooster, a woodpecker and a frog…not to be outdone…
joined in with their distinctive sounds…adding to the fun
The lilacs were in bloom…their aroma our noses kissed….
in flew a hummingbird moth…whose bloom she couldn’t resist.
A cool breeze waltzed across the yard…and as the dandelion seedlings flew
we closed our eyes, made a wish and I wondered…what the Earth was wishing too.
Then gradually…as if in partnership with the setting the sun….
the sounds began to fade away…slowly…one by one.
As the animals of the day found their beds in the fading light
the serenade continued…as the crickets would sing us through the night.
And so we sat there in the darkness…it was not yet time to go…
we waited and weren’t disappointed as the stars put on a show.
Neither of us dreamed that night…we slept deeply and soundly instead…
realizing we had already experienced a dream..long before we went to bed.
Summer day and a few minutes to spare
Take a swing around where the old school once stood
Finding only a parking lot and a tear in my eye
Another memory destroyed by progress
Pep rally in the school yard
How she smiled in her innocence
Laughing all the way to the corner store
Pinball's in the back room
Lucky dangling from the corner of your mouth
Two for a nickel to play it cool
Running Scared playing on the juke box
Maybe tonight in the park
Another memory fills my eyes
Dancing in the auditorium
Drifters singing Save The Last Dance For Me
A soft kiss with Goodnight Sweetheart Goodnight
Heart pounds. See you Monday
Walking those halls with her books under your arm
Passing notes in the classroom
Detention again. Oh no! Hitch hiking home.
Back on the bus in the morning. No Smoking!!
Prayer and Pledge. A new day starts
Sadie Hawkins Dance? Yes, I'll see you there
Bobbie socks and pedal pushers
Just another memory.
Currently watching a documentary
About a successful renowned
footballer
Who's home life was thus
Father beat him on every occasion
His mother told him she wished
he was never born
So he played out at school
by means of ill discipline
Yet went on to become and
make a success of himself
And yet i bet he would give
up every inch of his success
Every goal scored , medal won
and International appearance
For his mother to tell him
she loved him
Or his father not to raise his
hand to him
And to show him any form of
affection at all
Because success to him
Is not was it is to us
And should have been to him
And why i just seen him
Crying in his old school teachers
arm's
Who he cherishes so much
Terrible thing
WHEN IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT
BUT YOU END UP PERPETUATING IT
BECAUSE IT'S ALL YOU KNOW
When we start to think about high school
We think about way way back then
Where all of us knew each other
But only a handful of us were friends
I remember your faces way back then when we use to pass in the hall
Who’d ever thought the time would come again where I would see you all
Now that the jerri curl has been replaced by the balding and the grey
We cant help but remenisis about the fun we had back in the day
The funny way we looked and the funny way we dressed
And all the great things we did together back at old C.H.S.
The old teachers that we hated ,the old friends that we dated
The lunch that was so bad those exams that mad us so mad
That old school tiger pride which was lead by mike and clyde
And even all the mess that we stirred up at recess……
Now those are the days that I remember best
As I look out today at all of you where all my joys has been entrusted
And still I cant help but to remember the one that are no longer with us
Just to think how we were we had such a communion
And a lot of us would not have seen one another again if not for this reunion
We were the elite we were supreme we were rebels without a pause
We were the young and the extreme that use to run these halls
but look like time crept in and took a toll of us all
It’s been thirty years believe it only heaven knows if we’d see thirty more
So as we reunite today to once again I raise my glass to the class of 84
Small fry
Fingerlings are playing among seagrass in shallow water
they stop when the big shadow of an adult passes overhead
sometimes they play is so exciting they forget
and end swallowed whole by a fish that knows no mercy.
Alas, the tiny fry has a short memory and soon leave
the seagrass attracted by shiny pebbles shines like nuggets
of gold on a summer day.
The play stops as it just like old school friends drift apart
to other seas and too smart to anyone bearing false bait.
There are no promises for elderly fish when finally caught
a fishmonger awaits them or the supermarket’s frozen
counter displayed in all their faded glory
The lustrous perfume bottle
avec neck spritzer and bottom caudal
With hexing brio it holds her captive
Pure rapture is sexually attractive
A woman’s torso a glass statuette
dressed in a golden chic corset
An old hippy scarf suspends on the wall
Her ‘Eau De Joy’ is kitschy after all
Shimmies into mid-calf western boots
She rifles through sequined body suits
Last touches of an aromatic scent
she deems the fragrance extravagant
Lurid lemon zest smacks of old school
Blithely vivacious leads them a drool
Juicy sweet notes from cleavage to chin
A whirlwind of hazy mist he’s in
Wild at heart with beats that throttle
A burning desire from a perfume bottle