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A course-correction knife was plunged too late.
A smile was still, upon her lips, that date.
Clueless, for most of life, the cherries, green.
Her shoulder-bluffs and high-peak cheeks are seen.
She stands five feet, barely a statue-bold.
Appears quite warm with bundled arms of gold.
A pointed thumb at chest level. A charm
Bracelet does shake with silver-fake alarm.
The lyrics play a lycra-schmooze with stretch.
Uncanny walking cane, amidst homestretch.
A slide puzzle, her wrinkles crash and burn.
Only then, girl, a happenstance upturn.
A giving tree, with scathing sack of seed.
The dandiest scatters of yellow weed.
A field not quite a rose, with weaker stems.
A chosen path amidst headstones - few gems.
But remembered, oh yes. Her name engraved
and youthful picture set. ‘Tis what she craved.
Christmas bells, can you hear them ringing?
All night long, carolers singing.
A magical night,
your eyes shut tight,
waiting for Santa's magic sleigh to land!
Penciled out is the last day.
So tonight is the right night.
And sleep seeds dreams,
with sugarplum themes,
waiting for Santa's magic sleigh to land!
In the morning, we can open presents,
sharing smiles as they get passed around.
I'll ask, "is one for me?"
You'll say, "yes, more than one,
waiting for Santa's magic sleigh to land!
So calm down,
dream of things you desire:
hang your socks by the fire.
Leave Santa a snack
then go hit the sack,
waiting for Santa's magic sleigh to land!
In the air, bells are jingling.
Can you hear them?
A magical night,
your eyes shut tight,
waiting for Santa's magic sleigh to land!
The day my life changed in one moment
just one cursed moment, time betrayed
An injury they said would now never heal
a quadriplegic ,waist down you're dead.
vibrant colors blurred into onyx darkness
crippled and chained , I lay, caged in bed
in a dark ocean of helpless emptiness
sinks a heavy sack, but floats suffocated
squirmy eyes lift a burden , is it pity I see?
my warped desires , waiting to get rusted.
In sky of mind, fantasy of broken wings
adieu O snowfields, where once I danced.
adamant heart behind a ribcage pounds,
gazing windows with glossy barren eyes.
numbed screams fade in garbled speech,
in my soundproof tavern, no will to live
but tears attenuated , I slowly prepare
Bon Voyage, attuned to my wheelchair.
29th March 2020
Sponsor Caren Krutsinger
Contest Name The Day My Life Went Whacko
Original limerick written by Jan Allison
A petite ballerina named Tina
Seemed serene but she couldn’t be meaner
When she got in the sack
She was on the attack
At the size and the shape of his ‘wiener’
Her suitors would then try to dodge her
After insults on their little todger
But listen up guys
I have a surprise
She’s transgender and she was once Rodger!
Continuation poem written by Sonny Roper
Tina wanted a special honeymoon night
She wanted everything to be just right
Into his drink she slipped two little blue pills
It was to enhance their midnight thrills
Into the bed she jumped with her stud
But the night suddenly turn into a dud
Fred was in the land of dreams! As a joke it seems
Someone had slipped Novocain into her Vaseline!
Original Limerick by Jan Allison - the story of Tina continued by Sonny Roper
25th March 2016
Confucius had a garden that was the envy of the land.
His poppies were the bomb and his bud a medicinal strand.
The government would come knocking looking for his secret seeds.
But all they could ever find were just common garden weeds.
Confucius had a plan that would spread joy across the sea.
He would bag these little critters and ship them off to you and me.
For those brave enough to plant and not raise such a fuss.
They would acquire the knowledge and wisdom of the famous Confucius.
When I got my sack of seeds, I began a garden right away.
I gave them water and love and never put them on display.
They grew up big and strong this special garden made me smart.
My life would never be the same and it would never fall apart.
I’m thankful for my seeds and how this world now looks.
Confucius had a garden, but it’s not in any books.
The soft melancholia of frost calls
As eyes poignant carry much reverie,
. I track my sighs, my tears from dim light
When longing fondles my threadbare sky --
Mama, Dad, and siblings appear as light
This precious grace blazing on Christmas time ;
While remaining kin whispers
Of past bliss __ pecan pies baked to thrill,
Gifts hidden from Dad's red sack __
The hope of winter's tender embrace
endures remnants from angst's prowl ...
yet kindly released through candles lit
For each beloved one 'neath our old tree.
.
Somehow, new stars roam to unfold
the treasure of calm and joyful musings-
Strengthened by sweet glory of
their light filtering through...a Yule ever warm.
groovy graying grateful ghost
happy Halloween party’s healthy host
he was humble, did not boast
in truth, we all liked him the most
out of a ditch climbed an ugly witch
this party went on without a pause or hitch
Greedy gremlins danced swishing a switch
I ended up with a giant gremlin named Mitch
cutting in was a gigantic green ghoul
I do not dance with them as a rule
But this one I recognized from grade school
He told me he’d always considered me a jewel
In a bit I saw a carved pumpkin, Jack
I knew him from his carved hump back
Sorry I said to the vampire named Mack
I handed him a discarded trick-or-treat sack
Arriving now was Heather, the Halloween queen
prettiest October faerie I’d ever seen
She was warm and friendly, not at all mean
She did not put on airs, primp or preen
Best Halloween queen ever I said, giving her a toast.
She surely is! Added our groovy graying grateful host.
Yawning is certainly contagious
Others can't help yawning too
It even happens with chimpanzees
Try it next time you're at the zoo
Yawn while attending a party
Many will follow your lead
The host can signal party's over
By yawning, it's time to leave
Yawning can also be useful
Groom signals the sleep he lacks
He's saying the wedding's over
To get his new bride in the sack
They happen when you're nervous
You need to let go a big fart
At a very important office meeting
One that soars right off the chart
Ever notice how silly we look
Our faces get all screwed up
We look like we're giving birth to a baby
Or picking up poop from a pup
So every time you yawn from now on
Remember these images I send you
You surely will to try to stifle that yawn
Remembering the chimps in the zoo!
Conceived In Sin -
Cincinnati, Ohio
(most Up To Date Virgin)
Any attempt for fecund woman
to successfully counteract biologic
reproductive force to whit
deserves grudging testes
meant to garner at least tidbit
sans, ejaculated kudos (by Dickens),
where aborted squirt,
viz skin flute, gets writ
off as sad sack pit
tiff full seaman unwittingly spit
outside sought after vasocongestion
swollen phallic doth intuit
thwarted down thrust trend,
where offspring of genetic
inheritance since Eve soffit
a dam nibble prickly outcome
braking abrupt copulation,
where half cocked drill bit
attempts to hit
bulls eye included with animalistic kit
and caboodle born toward illicit
propagation of species,
this indomitable overbearing gen nit
till foreplay to liberate dill lib writ
lee, pointedly and instinctually
continue human race,
where a bajillion threads did knit
world wide web steeped with lit
richer replete with orgiastic nit
tee gritty prurient details
recounting bacchanalian debauchery
nun such breakable classless habit
ah what a dog send to gift
and empower women to inhibit
unwanted pregnancy (of childbearing age)
equipped with superhuman heft quit,
while erect phallus unable to lyft
uber penetration, no doubt miffed,
especially in throbbing throes far drift
from coital provenance, one agitated fitbit
feeling royally screwed
particularly virility predicated
on loose sing penile glue stick
within secrete slit.
September 12th, 2019...12:00 p.m.
inspection/ emission finally possible
but...hopes dashed to smithereens
August thirty first
two thousand nineteen shortly past,
no matter 2009 Hyundai Sonata at long last
scheduled with ample funds
checking account blitzed
now back home
(Highland Manor apartments)
absolute zero money left cents lessly gassed
exhale incomplete sigh of relief
cuz necessity to dodge fast
escaping deafening police
ear splitting siren blast.
Congenial customer service
representatives at CJ's tire,
and automotive dutifully require
loose fender securely attached,
but hood latch replacement more dire,
thus postponing mechanic
to affix inspection sticker,
no matter old one did expire
once again driving on borrowed time,
cuz both driver and passenger front tire
plus rear right TPMS metal sensor
re: passenger rear tire
malfunction functionality
hoop fully explains this wire.
Your truly uber verging wreck,
no complaints regarding trained tech
very competent mechanic
even for peripatetic pluperfect prospect
reference I recommend unsolicited
advertisement plus aye inject
relieving anticipatory anxiety
oh yes, said vehicle
in good hands absolutely correct,
no matter sucker punch
to checking account
doth severely affect
mine psychological aspect.
More legal (zooming) tender
zaps lion's share of this thrifty spender
wannabe, which cruel tread full fate
unquestionably, ostensibly invariably...
every year without fail doth render
finding me in poor house
desperate to pray divine
rolling rocker alms lender
whether he.she major criminal offender,
nor no preference regarding gender.
Fat/slim chance
wishful fantasy will become true
escapist mindset bolsters
this hen pecked forlorn rue
stir standing glum within
long fostered, and winding queue,
this dirt poor dude intuitively knew
bubblegum, toothpicks and glue
holding psyche intact turned hue
man into sad sack... boo hoo
minus auto body work
undertaken by trained
heavy metal punk ken cutting crew.