Long Placements Poems
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Foster child, unworthy of love,
Unknown in last six placements,
Unavailable, unresponsive, unobtainable,
Unadoptable and possibly un-foster-able also.
Foster child, must show strength,
Show he is tough, show he is the boss,
The king somewhere, the one to respect,
Although he cannot show any to others.
Foster child, cornered, caged, sent from here to there,
With a garbage bag full of belongings,
Unlovable, unattainable, unavailable, unadoptable.
Unwelcome in the world, hiding from the ones who care, shunning them.
Foster child, makes the loudest noises, hits the hardest, shows he is tough,
A protective shell he keeps close to his heart, to surround it from the others.
A protective shell he uses as an armor to help him remember he has to get back to his mother,
The woman who chose a stepfather over her child, a mother who said he was garbage.
A woman so completely unworthy of her child’s love, and yet, the only love he wants, his mother’s love.
So much pain, hiding from those who care.
Scared to show himself, foster child.
Written 8-3-2018 Entered: August 2018 Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Longing to go to Africa
Babe I know this is spontaneous
and we're just coming off a good food fight
but listen, not to the paradox,
let's go to Africa.
Wouldn't that be a poke in the night,
a dip in the Nile,
a sweet roll in the oven,
a swing in the jungle?
Listen babe
... think babe of all the fun
... we'll be having.
You'll see,
I promise.
We'll leave the hotel occasionally
and when we do
let's ...
let's please
see the safaris and rivers.
You must promise
... and
to let me ride a tiger,
deal?
Good.
I must ride a tiger.
We'll do the Serengeti,
I heard that's the beast,
home of the tigers
... for brave tiger riders like me
... hence I'll be your hero.
Can you see the cameras clicking on us?
We'll be quite the item
and get this, babe
we'll get you up there
on an elephant.
Doesn't that sound exciting?
I can see us now
in matching khakis and bandannas,
hair breezing in the wind,
out there on the grasslands
with the blue wildebeests, gazelles, zebras,
riding in tandem
under the African sunflower,
baking our busybody.
... And get this babe we'll be bonding
that's the main thing,
us catching jungle fever,
swinging from tree to tree,
branch to branch,
uncorking champagne under starlight.
... And
I would love to see you smile
longer than the Tanzania
and happy like a giraffe,
longing to go,
longing to go to Africa.
4/18/17
10 placements-nothing again. A person can write so
indigenous to the topic, paint it vivid with color ... fun, humor,
excitement, and I'll even go so far as to say, more so than
others-and the results, yes the results ... sniff of crap again.
You want me to hide my true self?
You want me to beg on my knees
Praying to a false God whom has left me alone
Insides multiple parasites that made me a demon?
A demon of hatred at the world and everyone
That called me a failure and a uncontrolled fiend?
(Evil laughterl
Hahaha made me laugh at that
Made me go deeper inside that cage where all
My demons rest until awaken from their slumber
A particular demon I talk in my dreams
"Kill them all! Kill them all who avoided you!"
You want me to hide my sadistic side
That made me enemy number 1?
Please grab a bible and go to Revelations
Because when my demons are release
Im bringing all religions down into bloody flames
All beliefs fall down into burning rains
Bodies of soulless beings creep into the destructive Earth
My anger will release a plague of disease
That cause multiple outrages and multiple bloodspots
Into everyone I had helped and saved
You want me to isolate myself
From being the best individual I'll become?
When those who feared my aggression
And sadistic side kept me away in multiple
Placements and made the term isolation
One with me
The one that wants to be successful,
Yet here you are wanting me to turn
Turn into the one thing I never want
To be again in my life
Kill me then if you want that;
Kill my kindness and turn it into rage;
Kill my happiness and turn it into anger;
Kill my kind-care nature and turn it into destruction;
Kill my angel side and turn me into my demon
Of being age 13
And see the carnage I'll release
Because at the end of the day
The number 1 hit list contestant I'll go after
Is the one who pushed me to that edge
And forced me to release my demon
The Fine Lady
It is the first time I can remember,
that I cared about china.
Which pattern to pick,
where to buy it,
and why.
The first ladies pick their dishes.
They pick special placements,
for the guests of the high house,
"the White House",
the people's house...
of this land.
Pretty patterns,
flowers, and trims...
to make the world a bit brighter.
Taking time to make everything,
perfect...
that represents;
our past,
present,
and future...
The values of our country,
freedom,
grace,
and honor...
loyalty
brothers beyond blood.
In God We Trust!
Values and morals that consider,
all while holding true to the roots,
or our forefathers.
Freedom.
Good is the night beloved
You are covered
When your awaken and as you sleep thus this night
You are covered by the blood of Jesus
You will be more blessed this night
And the next new day
Abundantly more placements in the bonds of peace
You’ll dream of relevant dreams of triumphant prosperity
Your new day focus power shall be filled with more once, joy, more joy a hundred fold
May Our Father provisions for you and your loved ones
Be overflowing in this a New Day Sabbath
As well as this 6th day night
You are well, you are cared for Our Father loves you as well
I love you as well
You are His daughter His precious soul
And he shall never ever let you go you’re in my heart as well
And all is well n Jesus name
This is my prayer;
For you this night in Jesus mighty name Amen and Amen
May the joy peace and love from our Father continue to flourish Always, Always?
I thank god for you in my life
Always
1/7/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
When all shiver with chill and cold
In hands numb nothing we can hold
Nature's beauty we behold!
Terrains filled with flakes of clear snow
Everywhere cold winds fiercely blow
Ravishing white nature's show!
Sitting inside lazy all feel
Even for shopping there's no zeal
Alluring warmth of hot meal!
Sunshine warm missed by one and all
Often autumn days all recall
No one misses watching snowfall
Date: 1/12/2021
Syllable count 8, 8, 7 checked at poetry soup syllable counter.
Now submitted to
Contest Name - Any Acrostic of 10 to 12 lines
Sponsor - Line Gauthier
Contest winner 3rd position of 35. Only 15 placements
The shift to heaven in the twinkling of an eye.
The dramatic mood and light as I wave goodbye.
Lifted past Everest and stars where no one can reach,
Except by salvation, where the Lord’s land of speech —
By his word we were created, by his word elevated.
Sinners cling to clouds, weeping, pleasure truncated.
I pass them, blow kisses but they swear and swat them away.
The light in me from heavenly glow still hoped to sway
Those lost to him. Clouds become steps of diamond delight.
I climb effortlessly, hearing sweet sounds of wings in flight.
I reach heaven’s pearlescent gate, with invitation in hand.
No need to knock, I’m expected. The choir sings, the glorious band
plays music that has colors. Sight and sound, magnificently connected.
Tears now flow from me as I see, in all his glory, the resurrected.
The room overflows with my own generation - family, friends, celebrities,
Also the obscure and hidden gems — all of them — life’s complexities.
There’s no hurry here but to enjoy, reminisce about angels in disguise.
Hugs and kisses each have their chance, and still not the best surprise.
I’m shown my mansion. It will take me a long time to explore.
It’s breathtaking! It tickles every nuance of my soul to the core.
Silver and golden books, trees of every kind, flowers and scent
so penetrating, providing me instantly with unceasing contentment.
Jasper walls, city of pure gold, city walls of precious stones,
twelve pearl gates, golden streets like transparent glass and no bones.
God’s glory lights up the magnificent city that is illuminated with blessings.
No curses, nor darkness, no death, no tears, perfect, no second guessing.
8/22/2018
Describe Heaven Poetry Contest
3rd place (multiple placements)
On the edge of a shower beneath gray skies,
All the leaves are still with a sense of calmness
On this summer day, cooled down after the heat
The flowers wait for a drink, as birds chirp in the woods
If only everyone could capture this moment
Not a worry amidst nature’s granted peace
These are the times to capture while they last
These are the times to seek all to fill the soul
Like pieces of a puzzle, completing life with fulfillment
Only found in this bountiful creation granted to us
Years of pieces, moments consolidated in memories
These are the times
Heidi Sands
7/1/21
Placed with one of the 1st placements. July 2 Poetry Contest
GABLE’S ETERNAL LOVE
Frankly my dear, I don’t give a...
After all, my true love fell with wings!
No twig nor heifer could compare…
This screwball comic welcomed dawn,
dauntless in a restless time of war.
Fatter pockets than a king,
she raised two mill, on a war bond tour.
~ That’s my girl, my wife ~
My darling angel's final performance on earth.
Today, I watch her on screen, often without sound.
~ I know each word by heart ~
I want to see her red lips act,
her silent timing classic.
~ To be or not to be - fate chose ~
I lie my head upon her grave,
Neither Sylvia nor Kay console me.
Carole could not be upstaged.
~ My black and blue, blood so cold ~
1/11/2017
6th Place
Multiple Placements
Sponsor:Broken Wings
Valentine – Form D contest
Dramatic Monologue
Line 1: From movie “Gone With The Wind”
Line 7: “mill” short for million
Line 14: Lombard’s last movie: “To Be Or Not To Be”
Line 16: Wives after Carole Lombard
”Contests! We don’t need no stinking contests” sure
Email queries answered a contest sponsor
The names of the contestants
He knew before assessment
He failed to be a blind judgement dispenser.
In his self-chosen job he was dishonest
The prime placements of pride the poems could wrest
Not by poem quality
But by name identity
He made a farce of the poetry contest.
He once ran blank verse contest on open sky
A poet asked a question, he got reply
He submitted a blank page
Titled “ Sky’s Void Judges Gauge”
In the stinking contest he got a place high.
August 15, 2018
Syllable count : 11-11-7-7-11
(Checked on howmanysyllables.com)