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A bittersweet taste of isolation grips
While climbing high on a forsaken loft ,
Escorted by a window’s glassy beam
And I notice a disarray of keepsakes…
History books, stale cigars, antiques
In fluted trunks all muddily undone:
Somehow, a cloud turns deep violet
Where I uncover a file of private notes;
Intimate as your very skin, your breath
Marking our years’ affectionate episodes—
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Till my dire soliloquy, my ached calls ,
Hide beneath an ocean of black stars
Recalling now, your gentle kiss
As you leave to fetch a Sauvignon
Warming a rainy October nightfall :
Yet sirens greet me, deafened by
Fate’s ending This room holds me
In total vagueness that my lungs
Pine for your name I can only hear,
As midnight groans like a widow for it.
11/20/2017 Picture 3
Photostory Contest for Eve Roper
Love
Life
Journey
Lead by God
We are all the same
It is never too late to change
He gave us the B-attitudes by which we’re to live
For He suffered by being put to death in the flesh, but made alive in the spirit
By: Eve Roper
3/13/2015
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Ho! Ho! Ho!
Santa and his helper elves stacked the sleigh
With presents for children on Christmas Day
Soon off they would ride
Through wintery skies
Jingling bells and Ho! Ho! Ho! all the way.
Rudolph leads the way, he's head of the herd
His shiny nose lights the way undisturbed
He's happy and proud
To ride through the clouds
Bellowing Ho! Ho! Ho! whenever stirred.
Santa Claus sits at the back of the sleigh
Keeping gifts in his sack safe on the way
He has lots of toys
For all girls and boys
A big Ho! Ho! Ho! Santa has to say.
Singing Christmas Carols all journey through
As Jesus is the gift for me and you
The night casts a spell
O’er earth all is well
And there’s Ho! Ho! Ho! from Santa and crew.
When Santa's work is done then there is fun
As Christmas celebrations are begun
Fairies and elves dance
And the reindeer prance
Ho! Ho!Ho! another year's task finespun.
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3rd December 2022
Children’s Limericks Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Emilia sits all alone and she reminisces
Of sweet romance and gentle kisses
She misses her husband; he’s away at war
Still she longs for him to be with her once more
Tears well up in her sapphire blue eyes
As she longs for his touch and she can’t disguise
The pain she feels deep down in her heart
over the many months they’ve been apart
She reads over his letters time and time again
He’s away on a mission and he can’t explain
where it is in the world that he’s been sent
But he sends his wages to pay their rent
Emilia gazes at the photos of their wedding day
and the collage she made from her scented bouquet
She still wears her blonde hair plaited upon her head
It’s the very same style she wore when they were wed
The silence is broken as their baby daughter cries
She has her mummy’s fair hair and her daddy’s blue eyes
Emilia picks up the baby from her nursery cot
and cuddles her gently, for now she’s all Emilia’s got
She sits alone Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper
08-05-17
The attic door opens to shed light on the past
Where old treasures are now stored
Old documents into boxes are now cast
Along with old albums of vinyl records
The old machine which grandma used to sew
Stitch memories with sentimental sighs
Golf clubs, where "eagles' and 'birdies' used to fly
They gather dust as time goes by
Shopping bags hold things unseen
Fabrics piled up in hues of white and green
There are many things here to explore
But for now, I'll close the attic door.
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11-9-17
Photo 3
Contest: Photostory
Sponsor: Eve Roper
A brave little knight in the carousel sky
Chose the white horse with his head tossed high
The one who pranced with a warrior's pride
To soar through the clouds where evil foes hide
Above the horizon winds carried his stallion
Harnessing his steed as his cavalry companion
So white was his mane as the billowing clouds
That fluttered in the wind like a silken shroud
Trudging through battles of wars long ago
Over scarred lands of his kingdom below
His fight had no ruin or blemish, he was courageous
The White Knight's crusade was simply to enchant us!
April 4, 2020
Carousel Picture Prompt Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
A long, long time ago (it seemed anyway)
Rose
and her cat Twinkle Toes were dreaming
it was a wonderful fairy tale dream of a lovely house.
The house was painted a lovely shade of sky blue;
(inside too) and rested on top of a high cliff
and a huge flower garden grew
and a fairy twinkling girl lived there too.
Rose and Twinkle Toes played all day long running
and jumping with the fairy
until it seemed to Rose that
they
had been in this dream
for a very very long time,
although a diet of jelly beans was delightful
and they loved the little fairy.
Rose and Twinkle Toes really did long for home
and sleeping in their little attic room
under a pink blanket till morning
and a new day ... (Oh Twinkle Toes I miss home ! Don't you?)
But here in dreamland
every day is beautiful and sunny
with never a cloud ever so
Rose decided to go on a journey (to find home)
and with Twinkle Toes following they left
the pretty house on the cliff and the
garden and fairy far behind.
They met many strange and odd creatures
that said hello
and the scenery was amazing yet
there is no place like home
(as Dorothy would say).
Then a south wind sent them in a twirl.
It blew away the blue house the garden
(and maybe the fairy) Rose and Twinkle Toes,
were tumbling and pages of books flew by and books
and Rose held Twinkle Toes to her heart.
Then, Rose found herself in her attic room
and Twinkle Toes was sleeping on the bed
Rose whispered . . .
Twinkle be careful what you wish for!
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February 11, 2017
Poetry/Narrative/Rose and Twinkle Toes
Copyright Protected, ID 17-874-323-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Fairy Tale For Children
Sponsor, Eve Roper
Third Place
In our small community, there was a library surrounded by a playground filled with play equipment for children. There was a large and strong swing set
made of iron. There were also a sliding board and merry-go-round, both large. This swing set was the best, and it was built to last, with no fear of breakage.
Whenever the coast was clear, and if no one chased us off, we'd play for hours. "Coast was clear? What on earth do you mean?". What must be understood is this: In America, I grew up in the 50's and 60's in the rural South. Jim Crow laws were in full force, and that presented a major 'bigger than life' problem that my friends and I had to overcome. There was only one playground in town, and it was for "Whites Only".
However, in this heavy farming community, our playtime was limited and restricted. Because of that, when the 'spirit of playtime' embraced itself around us, we were willing to violate the rules and have fun as long as we could, which usually was a very short duration. It was like flying through the air without wings on childhood aircraft forbidden to us. So many other freedoms that were taken for granted by most kids in America were denied to us; but to play on that vast playground was so much fun and so liberating, that we broke the Southern Rule. I cannot count the many times that we were chased off; but we always went back, again and again.
No. We were not trying to change the world; we just wanted to swing.
No. We were not fighting for civil rights; we just wanted to slide on the boards. We were simply innocent kids, looking for joy rides on the merry-go-round.
If we had a motto, it was not "Let Freedom Ring; but rather, "Let Freedom Swing".
That was over 50 years ago, when Jim Crow was alive and well in America. Now, most people prefer to forget that he ever lived. I choose to remember.*
10192017 Contest, The Sounds Of The Past, Roper; Chosen picture for theme: The Swing Set; 2ndPl;*"Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it", John Santayana
After their work was done
Santa and Frosty wanted some fun
Off to town they did go
To take in a Disney Show
Candy, popcorn, and many frosty drinks
They did partake
At intermission they need a bathroom break
Santa stood in horror and fright
As he watch and hollered a warning on that night
Where Frosty hands had been there was only a stub
Because under the dryer his hand, he tried to rub
Now they need it to snow some more
To replace the parts of Frosty left on the floor
By Roper 12/14/2014
We are not related, but you are always there
To lend me support, I’m so lucky that you care
When my husband had surgery and was so very ill
Your friendship was amazing and you are here for me still
My family in particular gave me so little support
You stepped in with shopping and little gifts that you brought
I have found a true angel and her name is Chris
If I could chose a relation then I'd have you for my sis
We can’t choose our family but we can choose our friends
I hope our friendship lasts forever until our life ends
Contest:- When older or younger siblings step in
Sponsor:- Eve Roper
12~ 28~15