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Sammy, a big eared puppy, liked to lay in the sun
but playing in rain puddles was a lot more fun.
He was never afraid when he heard thunder roar
because he knew that soon, rain drops would pour.
Sammy looked out and saw the sky getting dark
He wagged his tail, then heard another puppy bark.
He ran outside when his owner opened the door.
When he let out a howl, the pup barked some more.
They talked for a while through the back yard fence.
Sammy learned his new neighbor's name was Spence.
Soon, Spence asked Sammy to be his best buddy.
Together they played in puddles, getting very muddy.
April 20, 2021
Nursery Rhyme 5 Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper
THE JOKER
Come at me Joker you will.
Got your eyes following me like steel.
A piece of me do you need.
Hell, take a few limbs off my tree.
Why did you leave that note on my wall??
Now I fear this echo-y call!
You left (ME) P.D. afraid of the dark.
"LOOK AT ME!"
I'm hiding under my covers, trembling at your weak bark.
I'm so scared,
I'm sleeping with one eye open~
"LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO ME!"
I even sleep with the lights on.
sigh!" Sigh!" SIGH!"
I Can't let this go on.
A break in the wind,
Did you follow me again??
I hear this tune playing in my head.
LAUGHING and LAUGHING!
I panic with so many tears to shed!
Like a little girl, my hair I twirl.
Why is it me you dread??
This TUNE is making me shiver and quiver like a kid.
Your watching me slither back into bed.
This LAUGHING!
This TUNE I fear!
The noise is growing NEAR.
NEARER and NEARER!
My face is turning white like the dead.
I keep pressing my hands against my ears.
This tune starts to thicken the flow in my veins.
"FINALLY!"
You drive me INSANE.
I get the nerve to look under my bed.
What the FUDGE, is this doing under my bed??
Is this a jack in the box??
Joker are you FREAKING with my head??
A joke a laugh this DESTROYER has lied.
You don't got what it takes to make me hide.
Your trap fell into the pit of my abyss.
I've been waiting for you behind close doors.
We both hide behind a mask.
Your head falls upon my checkered board floor.
I am still P.D., and your masquerade is over my friend.
I've come to destroy the joke you left on my end.
A trick--A riddle--A joke--A game--
Lets call it your death sentence.
I already tagged your stone with my name.
The POET DESTROYER was here : )
And left her name on your headstone of shame.
**the JOKER - re-post**
from: the POET DESTROYER
to: the JOKER *from the poetry pub*
I'm reversed, Not rehearsed...
I'm limb & able, Not alble & Cain...
I don't know nasty by name...
I'm not playing a game...
I'm grounded & wearing my crown...
Heavy are days when I frown...
I hear & listen...
I talk, I scream, I'm everything in between...
I'm happy, I'm sad, I'm a thousand voices when I'm mad...
I'm constantly battling between my day & night...
Whether I'm wrong or right...
No I don't feel sorry for me...
I don't want a pity party...
Some understanding would suit me...
Never mind I'm Bat= crazy all & not at all...
Yes 365 days of the year that's me...
That's life, I'm glad...
I'm blessed in ways I only understand...
You just look but never see the demons that I battle in my head...
I've said enough... Time for bed...
God bless us all... No ones to blame...
Always stand tall, no matter where you might fall...
Listening loud & clear we all at times disappear...
My heart, though silent, beats steadier, then
Love is written in this gentle voice
Cool winds, playing softly, a moment, when
Gentle thoughts offer no other choice
Singing a chorus of love that believes
My spirit soars to new heights, I can see
Beyond the music of the tree who grieves
Sweetest song, so rich and brave, wind can free
Secured by faith, the joy of love shines bright
Sweetest tones of hope drift over my life
While notes of peace rise from the sunny light
I feel the sway of music that heals worst strife
Thrown about by the dreadful winds of change
Like a leaf in the woods, whose fate feels strange
Sometimes, the longing for her overwhelms me, and no one else knows this silent pain,
Most people think my pain is just poetry, just words, images from my wandering mind,
They don't see the battles I fight deep within my soul, where shadows dance on the edge of memories,
Maybe sometimes I lie in poetry because the truth is too heavy to bear aloud.
Sometimes, what I don't say echoes louder than all the words I lay on paper,
Sometimes I feel a dull rage, a boredom that engulfs me, and my mind empties completely,
Like a box with nothing inside, just her name, her face, her voice,
Playing in an endless loop in my tired mind.
Sometimes I just want to give up, to leave everything behind and sink into oblivion,
I am so tired that I don't want to get up even when the train stops at my station,
I sit there, caught between somewhere and nowhere, hating myself for being too weak to stand.
Sometimes I feel like a fool, a man lost in his own silence,
Carrying wounds unseen by anyone, signs of an untold story,
Sometimes I want to cry out for help, to shout from the depths of my being, "Please, help me,"
But the words remain stuck, trapped behind the walls I've built myself.
And yet, the world keeps moving, and I must move forward,
Even when every step is heavy, burdened by the weight of her absence,
So I walk through this sea of silence, searching for light among shadows,
Learning to live with the longing as a part of me, like a flame that never extinguishes.
While watching some tennis, my telephone rang;
My grandson was busting with news.
My son asked, “You watching the Open?” I was,
But a phone call I couldn’t refuse.
I heard the instructions, “Now Henry, don’t tell,
‘Cause Nana is watching the match.”
He solemnly promised and got on the phone
With a message he had to dispatch.
“Your favorite, Nadal, was a loser today!”
I heard my son’s “Henry!” and laughed.
From anyone else, I might grumble a bit
About spoilers and getting the shaft.
But some slack can be cut when a grandchild’s involved
And in truth, Rafa’s playing was poor;
Plus, what better way is there to get some bad news
Than from someone you simply adore?
Laboured breathing and bones weary
Yet vibrant heart, far from dreary
Gentle eye, echoing love’s sigh
Soul’s stoic stance, seems so eerie
To be as such, fear forms must die
That flag of love and light flies high
Poised, irrespective of outcome
Mantra of life being, retry
Within heart continues to strum
The gong of Om, God’s cosmic drum
Bliss magnetism pulsates inside
Music of spheres does softly hum
In the vast void, to wingless glide
Breath by breath, enjoying the ride
Free from cravings of lower mind
Face smile dressed, always dignified
Childlike innocence, brave and kind
Playing life’s role, as is assigned
Heart prayerful, thoughts beautiful
Is with all existence entwined
Here we are sitting in the summer heat.
I paid forty-three bucks a piece for each seat.
For box seats, that’s some money in a heap.
If we sat in the bleachers, you would call me cheap.
A nice sultry Sunday afternoon we would choose.
However, we are watching our favorite team lose.
They have lost a lot of games as of late.
Their playing today is considered far from great.
Those bums are committing errors and striking out at the plate.
The pitcher can’t seem to get anybody out.
Will our team win today? I have a great deal of doubt.
Now you want some hot dogs and a Coke?
After I paid for these seats, I am now flat broke.
Written June 8, 2013
Years have passed since i dreamt that night
Noises in my head, waking up to that sight
Overnight my city in desperate plight
Tragedies followed as the population began to fade
The strong wallowed, as the weak frayed
Mankind shown to be true, as their actions displayed
I found i was not alone, as others had escaped the curse
Their actions that i witnessed, man doing his worst
Abusing, taking advantage in their normal daily thirst
The ones who lost their eyes, never seen their end come
Even the deafened ones, never heard the sound of a gun
The muted ones just gaped, as they all tried to run
The fortunate ones had prayed, on the inflicted souls in strife
Targeting the weak, playing with their lives
The killings and the maiming in typical murderous rife
Eventually the fortunate, wanted more and more
They fought amongst themselves just like they did before
Everyday i look all around me, forever will i abhor
I walk our cities and towns, thinking what they used to be
The hustle and bustle of life, in the world of you and me
One day i will go to sleep, when i awake what will i see
The follow up too " It Will Happen Tomorrow "
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-6.php
Strike a match light a fire eliminate the dark
Have a dance sing a song give your life some spark
Share a laugh have some fun life will be a lark
Join with friends join with family gather somewhere in a park
Walk the street, to the beat that's in your head
Grab a partner, swing her round to the music that's been fed
Have much fun have much joy, tonight it's later into bed
Off to sleep. dreaming romantic words that have been said
Now betrothed both determined to do it all in style
The day has now come walk together down the aisle
Honeymoon a riverboat let's go sailing down the Nile
Now you're planning for a family there'll be children in a while
Now it's time to reminisce how quickly years go by
Suddenly there are grand children for whom you sing a lullaby
Playing games all together whilst still feeling rather spry
Another life is nearing, we can't deny no matter how hard we try
Make the most of every instance make the most of every day
Deliver and receive all the love that comes your way
Let peace love and harmony surround the world without delay
A better future for ours and others families, let us hope and pray