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A kindergarten memory
I have is very strong
And no one can corroborate
Or prove that I am wrong.
We’re gluing shapes to paper
And two colors we could use.
I look at all the choices
When deciding which to choose.
I proudly pick the purple
And to go with it, the red.
My teacher, though, suggests
I switch to red and blue instead.
Her reasoning is simply that
My colors do not match.
As I remember it, she felt
She’d saved me with her catch.
Imagine if I’d had the guts
To stick with what I liked.
Perhaps when projects came my way
I might’ve been more psyched.
By nullifying what I chose
The teacher, I think, fails,
For all she did was knock the wind
Right out from ‘neath my sails.
An artist I will never be –
Those skills I don’t possess.
Yet red and purple still look good
Together, I profess.
My grandkids are lucky; they’re going to camp.
To them, it’s the summertime norm.
The owners have naturally had to revamp
So to Covid rules they can conform.
Each camp group’s a “pod” with ten kids who’ve been sent
And they keep to themselves all day long.
No joining with others for any event,
Not a swim or a ball game or song.
The counselors are masked, social distance observed
And for every day since camp’s begun,
My grands come home psyched, with their joy unreserved
And describe all their hours of fun.
Not all children have access to places like this
And I feel for the ones who lose out,
But I’m happy my grandkids do not have to miss
What the summertime should be about.
It is at the half
And the Hammies have not taken a bath
Due to the rain
Schedule was changed and that was a pain
You see the UK had swamps like in Florida
Delaying the little piggy’s invitation to be slaughtered,
Playing Manchester City in the big blue house
Now having a Wed date despite not having a spouse
Going easy Man City had a strike
But that was it and after forty-five minutes the Hammies were psyched.
Are they the ones being taken?
Allowing Manchester City to collect the bacon.
Or will they escape the market trip?
In the prime time English Premiere football script
Early on West Ham stretcher made an appearance
Giving a Hammer substitute clearance
Man City had a miss calculated shot
And West Ham still looked hot
It was still
One nil
As West Ham got first aid
The Citizens made moves as an attempt to make the sports book grade
With another one put in goal
Manchester City waited for West Ham to fold
Throwing the ham on the frying pan
Manchester City shrugged off that well reported UEFA ban
Knowing it was time to coast
MC hinted to West Ham “it is time for that relegation roast”
Time is ticking and the Hammies are still alive
Using the sports book getting 2.5 message of ‘give it a good try’
Would there be another goal?
As they deal with reality being cold.
Extra time is now on the board
And the sporting midweek evening was headed for the door.
Refs put up a time of four
And even Bubbles The Bear said look at the score
Hanging on to the bitter end
The Hammies were able to defend
Making a spread by a half point
And giving a reason for a laugh at the sports book joint.
Next up London boys
The Industrial workers known for the rock and roll band that were toys?
Give it your best
The high pro filers may confess
As the people realize if you were out of the glitz and glamour
You could make real money using a hammer
The auditorium was filled
With every class in school.
On stage, a small TV set sat –
For sure, too miniscule.
The year was ’61 or 2,
A spaceship set to go,
With either Alan Shepard
Or John Glenn; I do not know.
But we’d been prepped and we were psyched;
We watched in silent awe,
Though only those in front were sure
Of what they really saw.
I though of that last night as I
Was fixed on my TV
To watch the capsule slowly drift
And plop into the sea.
To many younger folk, this wasn’t
Much of a big deal.
They couldn’t quite experience
What those my age did feel
Remembering so long ago
When space was the frontier
We thought we’d conquer, but that was
A different atmosphere.
In Beijing, China, there’s a sport
That has a mighty pull.
It’s kind of like a bullfight,
But it doesn’t have a bull.
Competitors get special food
Like shrimp, red beans and liver.
For extra treats, a maggot’s
What the trainer will deliver.
The champions are often those
Whose chirps are really loud.
The most ferocious fighters
Know just how to amp the crowd.
It doesn’t have much danger
Yet excitement runs real high.
They toss the losers to the streets,
But no one has to die.
Contenders draw the gamblers in
And sometimes there’s a raid;
But mostly it’s a wholesome sport
Where moxie is displayed.
In case you haven’t guessed it yet –
And I, too, was amazed,
It’s Chinese cricket fighting,
Leaving fans psyched up and crazed.
Perhaps a lesson can be learned
By watching their approaches,
For surely we can have events
Employing New York roaches!
Pacific, pacifist pampered papa
parading par excellent paragon
parent (parenthetically parochial
particularly partisan) parvenu
passive, passionately paternalistically patient,
paunchy, peaceably pepped, perfectionist,
perceptive, perennially perky, permissively
persevering, persistently personable, perspicuous,
pertinent, phenomenally philanthropic, philharmonic
picturesquely pious, pioneering, piquantly pithy,
playfully pleasant, pleasurably plucky, plummy,
poetically poignant, politely pontificating, popular,
positively potent, powerfully practiced pragmatist,
praiseworthy, prayerfully precious, precise
predominant, preeminently preferable, preparedly
preponderant, presently president, prestigiously
prevailing, priceless, princely, principally pristine,
privately privileged, prized, proactively procreative,
prodigiously productive, proficiently profitable,
progressively prominant, promisingly prompt,
prophetically propitious, prospectively protective,
proudly proven provocative, prudent psyched, puissant,
punctilious, punctually purposeful.
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Pacific, pacifist pampered papa
parading par excellent paragon
parent (parenthetically parochial
particularly partisan) parvenu
passive, passionately paternalistically patient,
paunchy, peaceably pepped, perfectionist,
perceptive, perennially perky, permissively
persevering, persistently personable,
perspicuous, pertinent, phenomenally philanthropic, philharmonic
picturesquely pious, pioneering, piquantly pithy,
playfully pleasant, pleasurably plucky, plummy,
poetically poignant, politely pontificating, popular,
positively potent, powerfully practiced pragmatist,
praiseworthy, prayerfully precious, precise
predominant, preeminently preferable, preparedly
preponderant, presently president, prestigiously
prevailing, priceless, princely, principally pristine,
privately privileged, prized,
proactively procreative,
prodigiously productive, proficiently profitable,
progressively prominent, promisingly prompt,
prophetically propitious, prospectively protective,
proudly proven provocative,
prudently psyched, puissant,
punctilious, punctually purposeful pygmy.
I am in great shape because I am going on an adventure.
With one of my favorite people in the universe, my granddaughter.
We are going on an eight hour road trip, and I am psyched.
She is talkative and fun, and this happens today!
This week has been marvelous. I have finished eight paintings.
Have started on three new ones and have spoken to ten friends.
I am relaxed, almost completely stress free after five weeks of vacation.
I have a bit of twinge in my lower back, but I can control it with salve.
Life is exciting and fun. I have turned out ten poems a day for a year.
My ten grandchildren are doing well, and my dogs keep us joyful.
My husband adores me after fifty-five years, which is remarkable.
Unless you have met my husband; he is ga-ga for me.
How are you?
Its not about how good you are its all about being liked
give them an inch of gossip watch how they get psyched
sticking together like a band of thieves ignoring the rest,
they believe what they hear and never put it to the test;
Its not about how kind you are if they are jealous green,
they'll cut you up to size just about their size, its mean
contests oh contests, I won't say much upon that subject
I have had my good share of "no can do" constant rejects
I got a private mail one day, " hurry fix your poem please"
only to find out it was already judged, and it was just a tease
I got another private mail, " too bad you didn't make it , dear"
I didn't hold my breath darling, your next contest I won't smear
When it comes to making friends on site I only have a very few
its a big site and if I miss you, its never intentional, the slue
if you don't like me well there is nothing I can do, "soup babies",
I'm a lover not a fighter, I don't bite and I don't have rabies...
Written by: ? If you want to know, take the time to get to know,
"YOURSELF" who I really "AM" ...
Written: September 3rd, 2023
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In a world where souls seldom intertwine,
Where fate plays tricks, a cruel design
A movie theater is a realm for dreams.
Where reality and fantasy gleam.
Yet in this place of everyday strife,
Our lives merge for a brief span of life.
Our bond faded such an assail at night.
Two magnets repelling, never to unite
She knows this truth, etched deep within,
Their fated union is still a dream, so thin.
But in her slumber, she finds solace.
On a whim, a man ignites her soul's grace.
With a single question, she stirs her core.
"Can you truly love me?" she implores.
She looks beyond her rivalry in this vision.
She notices her life's hardships and envisions
She knows the sensation of vertigo spin.
Fear stifling grasp and joy's rush from within
She is not embarrassed to show her tears.
Behind her alluring smile, she hides her fears.
She relishes the giggles that come with fright.
Souls are truly entwined in this fictional sight.
Where their hearts sway to lovely music.
I'm totally psyched to break out the acoustic.
But alas, the dream fades with the morning light.
Leaving her longing for that man outside her sight.
In the depths of her doze, she yearns to chime,
A love that transcends the boundaries of time.
But in the waking hours, the reality remains
Their destined meeting, still held in chains.
She hunts for solace in the little tidbits they share.
In the brief encounters, a glimpse of care
She finds comfort in the view of his existence.
A beacon of hope in a world of resistance
Even though their paths may never fully align,
She believes their souls will combine.
A world where fate tricks and souls don't meet
Her hope is that destiny will let them complete
Before then, she'll daydream in her deep sleep.
Of the man who can ignite her soul so deep.
In the realm of dreams, their love will shine.
Where fantasy and reality intertwine.
Though their encounter may remain elusive,
Their souls will find each other, ever-inclusive.