Long Prompt contest Poems
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Hey, you, chillin’ in my spot,
why did you not ask
if I’d mind you sitting there
in your Bandit’s mask?
Couch potato (not some man)
just a real cool cat.
Where’d you get your cattitude?
I want some of THAT.
Where might be my popcorn bowl
left where you now sit?
Did you steal it? Because I
wanted more of it!
With your bushy big black tail -
knowing what to do -
you sit comfy on your tush;
making me serve YOU!
Here’s a kitty treat, ok?
Roly poly pet,
let me rub your tummy tum.
How purr-fect you get!
Written in 7/5 Trochee Poetry form, Oct. 23, 2017
for the Picture Prompt Contest: Write Me Something Funny Contest
of Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
When I look at the world what do I see, I see mankind looking back at me. Some are kind and many are bad, makes me wonder if this crazy world has gone mad. Where are the lost days of love and compassion, seems like helping others is now out of fashion. As I hold the world in my hands, I can clearly see all the different lands. We are all different yet all the same, we need to make love our world claim.
Date Written: 3/6/2020
4 Place Picture prompt Contest Judged: 3/11/2020
Sponsored by: Brenda Chiri
He was searching for the author of 'A Reader of the Stars,'
the woman he still loved, who'd published her memoirs.
She wrote of wishing she could see inside a crystal ball,
to find the man she loved, who was handsome and tall.
He said to himself, "She's the woman of your dreams,"
and hated losing her when love fell apart at the seams.
Now, he'd ask her, "Will you allow me to enter your life?
Please say 'yes' and I vow to cherish you as my wife."
He would treat her as a treasure; a princess, no doubt.
With words of love for her, from the rooftops he'd shout,
"Darling, could you ever love again, someone just like me?"
On bended knee, he'd offer a diamond ring with his plea.
August 26, 2020
Max 12 lines-poem-inspired prompt contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Do you think I don't know you after all these years,
Sitting so quietly as if listening with raised ears?
Am I supposed to pick you up for such loving posture,
And reward you with a treat to hear your happy cheer?
You toppled the litter box and ran to your hideout
Pretending like except you no one will find out,
Emerging only when I cleaned the mess you made,
Walking away like you never heard anything I said.
Now you sit there as if to assure me all is well,
Looking for my approval of your cute, gentle swell.
I know you are scheming to ask for my forgiveness
With playful moves and kisses, trusting my kindness.
Yet, I see a look of determination: love me or else,
As if you know how to live here without my help,
Displaying cuddly charm neighbor's kids adore,
Hubris in your pose says they love you even more.
You left that space on sofa for me to sit next to you,
So I will lift you up with a gentle hug as I always do.
Stop pretending if you want to make up to me,
Be yourself and run to me to sprinkle kisses of glee.
First Place
October 28, 2017
Picture Prompt Contest
Sponsor: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
Stow away the congeries of aches
overtly attenuating the life-force
Joints grinding bones as growing muscles waked
Oft, stomping like an apoplectic horse...
Under strained newness, a glum disposition
reeked nervousness, clamping a chest distraught
No diversity, glared their position
Such eyes that stabbed, could snap a breath taut...
Of schooling, what silent complacency!
Jailers with fingertip-busting dusters
or canes that cracked and smacked decency
Umber-burned bruises on smartened clusters...
Raking nails scratch to assuage a mind
New migraines need compulsory unwinds…
(4/23/21 For 'Aches Prompt' contest hosted by Constance La France)
You Have to Hand it to Couched Bandit
There's a cat just like me
A couched bandit on the spree
Her raccoon eyes hankering for more grub
... and another belly rub
Did I say with baby oil?
For she pre-purrs to be spoiled
Carte blanche in her pocket
Bells and whistles on her docket
For the remote control is hers
The newspaper she'll read first
The conversation she'll hoard
Wield, wield her mighty sword
Fur, fur the couch is all hers
That ... should I say, she pre-purrs
This epiphany glistens !!!
Honey, honey are you listening?
10/24/17
Picture Prompt Contest: Write Me Something Funny - Poetry Contest
Fluttered by the golden butterfly, do her wings have glitter and dye. She uttered as she flew away, see you another day. Heard on his breath uttered fluttered dove, whispered timid stuttered muttered love. Butterflies and doves flying by, high up in the blue sky.
Date Written: 9/16/2020
Honorable Mention MAX 14 lines POEM-inspired prompt Contest
Judged:10/12/2020 Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Cats live in the NOW
Cats just want you to BE
Cats have two priorities: LOVE me and FEED me
Cats don’t care if you’ve gained a few pounds
Cats don’t care if you’re not wearing makeup
Lounging will win over exercise and chores every time
Gracefulness comes by making chilling your #1 priority
A good stretch can cure anything
There’s nothing more urgent than showing affection
Being cute and playful works like a magnet
Being elegant and mysterious will go a long way
There’s no greater pleasure than basking in the sun
and
Sometimes doing nothing is what it’s all about
Published in my photo/poetry book ~LESSONS LEARNED FROM CAT SITTING~ 2018
AP: 2nd place 2020
Submitted on October 21, 2017 for contest PICTURE PROMPT CONTEST sponsored by JULIE LEIGH RODEHEAVER - RANKED 3RD
In dim lit room in front of hazy mirror,
The wise woman sat facing her own image,
Incense smoke curled slow around sandalwood wall,
It was night of winter when deep frost stood guard,
glittering eyes as she sees in crystal ball,
And in a voice like from the depth of a well,
She predicts my future of marriage and love,
“I see a princess no doubt at gilded door”,
“Ah! someone like me a reader of the stars,
Can clearly foresee the woman of your dreams,
She will enter your life like bloom of roses,
when the big black wolf howls to the next full moon!”
Poem inspired prompt contest
max 12 lines
Sponsor Line Gauthier
Written 31/08/2020
Life can turn on simple decisions;
I, myself, am proof that life can even be given a start based on the same.
My father rode into Germany at the end of World War II,
His mission: to help clean up the mess that war can leave behind.
His kismet came in the form of Germanic blue eyes
accompanied by a coquettish smile
atop a feminine form with an intelligent mind.
Paperwork was his excuse not to join his platoon on a trip to the outskirts of town;
The real reason was to chase a skirt he was mesmerized with in town;
What his fellow soldiers saw in the first discovery of a German Concentration Camp, scarred them for life;
My father was spared that horror and that trauma to his soul that may have made it impossible for him to fall in love with my mother that afternoon.
Were it not for his lame excuse;
Were it not for the chance to try out his newly learned German on a beautiful girl in a beaten down city in a defeated country;
I would not be typing these words in the autumn of my blessed life.
There would be no author to pen this tale,
No tale to tell,
Had that young soldier performed his duty that day
instead of drinking coffee in the cafés of Berlin.
Written and posted on 1/12/2016 for the "Last Line Prompt" contest.