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My dearest mom, forty and eight years gone,
although to me, it seems like yesterday.
You were too young to leave this earth at dawn
that sad, regretful fall September day.
I miss your smile and gentle way you cared
for me and precious grandkids, now all grown;
and how you would have taught and sweetly shared
your love and talents that so brightly shone.
I feel your presence more than I can say-
and know somehow your spirit lives in me.
If only life had granted us our way-
our unsaid thoughts in life would never be.
Dear mom, please know that not a day goes by,
I wish we'd shared more life before goodbye.
April 23, 2016, Revised April 19, 2019
~3rd Place~
Contest: A World Without You
Sponsor: JCB Burl
Judged: 05/31/2020
~3rd Place~
Contest: What Was Left Unsaid
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Judged: 04/24/2019
~2nd Place~
Contest: Sonnet #3
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Judged: 09/10/2016
~2nd Place~
Premiere Contest: To Mom
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Judged: June 4, 2016
Too many hurricanes are causing havoc this season. We might as well have a limerick collaboration about them since they seem to be in the news. Please join in by sending me your limerick in a soup mail or email.
Hurricane Maria is the latest ole windbag
She'll huff and puff till her eye walls sag
She's blowin' in the tropics
Catastrophic among topics
Heed the warning of that hoisted red flag
by: Lin Lane
I’ve heard Maria’s cooking up a storm
Pack your bags and head where it’s warm
She’ll cause such destruction
Which will lead to disruption
These old wind bags, they never conform!
These hurricanes really don’t care
Tossing houses right into the air
They’re a bane in our life
Like an old nagging wife
It's no wonder that folks cus and swear!
by: Jan Allison
Oh Maria I hope you just fizzle out
You're so full of wind with a nagging spout
Hurry and disappear
Blow on out of here
We're tired of that same old raspy shout
by: Tim Smith
Oh Maria, we have had enough
We don't want to see you puff
We don't want to stress
Or clean up your mess!
Just weaken, and stop acting tough!
by: Heidi Sands
Oh bad Maria, you have gotten so volatile
Blow yourself out and make people smile
Or maybe there's a chance
Another name you'll enhance
Hurricane Madness sounds very erstwhile
by: Seren Roberts
Cinder's sits on the toilet in fear
Of the ugly sisters to appear
Irma arrives there first
Maria next to burst
gave cinder's chronic diarrhea
by: Roy Pett
Anne Bressington Lord Christopher Monkton Rashid Buttar dr Vernon Coleman dr Sherri Tenpenny Dr Peter McCullough Dr Ben Tapper, nurse Kate Semrani nurse Shelly Tasker Deborah Conrad Jane Mikovits Del Matthew Bigtree Christine Ronald Bernard
Northrup Simone Gold Robert F Kennedy jr Suzanne Humphries Andrew Wakefield
Kelly Brogan Joseph Mercola Lee Merritt Alex Berenson Ty Bollinger Alexandra Mention
Polly Tommey Barbara Los Fisher Rocco Gelato Dennis Rancourt Alex Jones Paul A Off it
Dr Steven Hotze Dr Luc Montagnier Dr Mariano Amici Dr Jane M Orient Dr Micheal Yeadon
Father James Altman Paul Craig Roberts archbishop Vigano Maria Claire Edwards ex un official also Dr Graham Lyons 'Aus senator Malcome Roberts' president Jaier Bolsenaro Brazil Professer Francis Boyle
Ricardo Bosi Luitenant colonel Australian sas retired. Dr Ronald Kostoff ( Dr Robert Malone Msrn experimental
Vaccine builder.) Dr Mercola
Before iron winter commands the land
The brown ground sparks a bittersweet blaze
Bonfire breezes cross in smoky strands
Where nut stashing squirrels pause to gaze
On museums of leafy orange haze
Maroon afternoons of apple's sharp bite
Foretells the night tomcats dress as jaguars
Tricking candies for ghoulish appetites
For sweet treats, they knock on doors near and far
As spells of cuteness fill their cookie jars
Even when the morning sun flees the east
And the rains arrive, secluded and dank
We prepare to share the harvest feast
For the coming spring, behind the cloud banks
For the warmth of family ~ I give thanks.
10/16/20
For 'Autumn' poetry contest
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Winnie the Pooh and Mickey Mouse
are painted on walls of green.
A maple crib stands in the corner.
It's a picture perfect scene.
There is only one thing missing
in this room so perfectly designed.
The baby was never to take a breath.
You have to wonder what God had in mind.
Winnie the Pooh and Mickey Mouse
live behind an ever closed door.
To look at the would-be parents
you couldn't tell who was grieving more.
Not all plans have happy endings;
some endings never seem to end.
How much sadness can two people take
before they break instead of bend.
Winnie the Pooh and Mickey Mouse
are painted on walls of green
in a room now shrouded in sadness
where no child will ever be seen.
~~~ 03/01/2013 ~~~
Francine Roberts
Love, best expressed by giving Hate takes, but it gives nothing With love comes understanding Hate brings confusion
04192017 PS Contest, it's a Dodoitsu kinda day, Francine Roberts. 3 lines of 7 syllables; 1 line of 5 syllables
Morning Breaks
Madness attended, donning grayish, flowing robes
Over the seductive scent of humid lust,
Rippling through the ghost like flash dance
Needy with the thirst for sun’s fulfillment.
Insatiably moistening pursed, begging, lips
No longer coy vixen, playing cat and mouse but
Greedy harlot - opening – awaiting - seeking
Breath of morning lights false dawn,
Rekindling lust’s longing after sunset affair.
Ecstasy, trembling beneath the thinning robes,
Awaiting the tantalizing touch, the golden
Kiss, the full lipped brush of day’s forgiveness,
Soothing love’s ache as Morning Breaks.
John G. Lawless
6/25/2014
for Francine Roberts
Summer Acrostic contest
*A Collaboration
The snow that shrinks in the glen and the wood
Would gladly stay through the spring if it could.
While clouds have flown to free the sapphire sky,
The liquid snow of winter tumbles by.
It melts into puddles of liquid gold
As the sun's growing warmth exiles the cold.
The warming sun highlights the tips of trees,
Inviting new growth, encouraging bees.
The swaying daffodils are in full bloom,
Yet others sleep in Mother Nature’s womb.
Tiny green buds are peeking from the trees
And big, white blossoms are soon to be seen!
The spring flowers raise their heads to the sun,
Soon to be used for Easter bonnet fun.
*In the order they appear here, these seven couplets were written by: Craig Cornish, Isaiah Zerbst, Heather Ober, David Williams, Jack Horne, Andrea Dietrich, and Seren Roberts. Thanks for participating, guys! :)
Your loosened hair
Gleaming in the benign sun
Roses in our blood inhale dense air
Decking up before departure has begun
The green is paling one by one
It's the dance of death in colour
A fountain of farewell with a hue
For the cracking bones of October
Palliating painters seated in queue
Picasso brown red and blue
The message on the train is as clear as an apple
Our hues are too fleeting to hold
Come let's dance dear before yellowing begins in maple
Before our roots get too old
Under the introverted autumn sun let's melt our gold
October 20, 2020
Autumn Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Francine Roberts
~I Always Love To Read A Good Book~
( Rhyming Couplet)
I always love to read a good book
And sitting down with one beside a brook.
Non-fiction or fiction, who cares! I'll check any book
And when I read a great book I just get hook.
I love them all small or very big
Any way I get them for me, you dig.
I travel with them about just anywhere
And they usually take me to places I do care.
I like them all with just a little gig
And they perform for me nicely a jig.
When I see a book that I really like
I have to have it, before it takes a hike.
I buy my books from special places, but mostly new,
Sometimes, I can't swallow all that I want to chew.
Books! Books! And more, I love them all kind of books
Keep them all coming, together with my checkbook.
I just love to read LOTR and all the books by J.R.R.Tolkien,
Jane Austen, and the Chronicles of Narnia by C.S.Lewis also his friend,
Give me the Holy Bible, Victoria Holt, Stephen King and Anne Rice
Nora Roberts, Jackie Collins, and J.K. Rowling, all, they're all quite nice.
So buying books I shall never, ever stop
I prefer reading any time than floors in my house to mop.
My favorite stops are the art stores and the bookshops,
And in my list books, are always right, at the top.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2004
December.26.2015