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Let's Hear It
Growing up a teen in the 60s
A Baby boomer baby I'm known
High school was like stepping into another world
Of fun sports to join, watch, and stir
Class spirit Homecoming football games
Proms with the big white mums glittering on chiffon dresses
Basketball, volleyball, track, and cheerleading
With pompoms in my hands, loud cheers, and chants
Summer swimming, surfing, and lying out on the beach
Getting that golden amber tan was always fun
Miniskirts, tight sweaters, scarfs, and boots
Sock hops parties, and vinyl records,
Bowling, and parking at the drive in theater
College turned things around
I looked at life different
Studying and working to fund my hobbies
My passion became my job a business that I dearly love
2/5/2016
It's cold outside but no snow yet.
The sky is overcast and gray.
We don our coats and scarfs and mitts,
And await the snow that stays.
We huddle 'round the T.V. set,
\We drink hot tea with lime.
We go down for our flu shot,
And hope it works this time.
Children dream of snowmen,
Sledding and getting new skates.
Parents get the home prepared,
For Winter no favorites makes.
Even in the forest,
The animals prepare for Winter.
They store up food, prepare their nests,
To make survival simpler.
There is no room for grass hoppers now.
We all have become little ants,
Scurrying in preparation,
For when Jack Frost does his dance.
Ah, Spring my soul you do delight
and smells of the fresh greenery
with the tranquil sounds of the night.
No more does winter's cold us bite
making folks tug scarfs and scurry
Ah, Spring my soul you do delight.
The silvery moon shines so bright
setting alight the scenery
with the tranquil sounds of night.
Life reaffirms with buds so tight
and chicks with down so feathery
Ah, Spring my soul you do delight.
Flowers a most colourful sight
tumbling down the rockery
with the tranquil sounds of night.
Lambs frolicking with great delight
as magpies screech with mockery.
Ah, Spring my soul you do delight
with the tranquil sounds of night.
When the fragile moment of youth has departed
and age begins to cross my path,
I didn't want to acknowledge it !
Suddenly I grew thicker in the middle,
My eyes no longer focused.
My brows began to droop
and I had to pluck hair from new places.
Then I discovered I had a turtle neck
that I didn't have to buy.
My shoulders pained as I combed my hair.
My breasts found a new resting place.
My hips started carrying extra luggage,
and my legs dimpled as they led down to feet
that hinged on weak ankles.
My toes cramp and twist and swell
as though they have had enough.
When that fragile moment of youth departed
the burden of existence finally became a reality.
So...
I've gone ahead and drawn on the best brows.
I'm wearing the latest style glasses,
going to the hair dresser and donning pretty scarfs.
I've crossed my heart with Maiden Form
and am wearing longer skirts.
I now caress my legs with the finest silk
and dress my feet in comfort.
I've also placed a positive attitude within my brain
so it cannot escape,
because even within my thick skull my mind occasionally
loses its ability to recall yesterday.
And since life has more to offer I plan on taking it!
Around this cold time of year, exactly
two week before Christmas,
I jot down names on a pad
for my Christmas list of gifts
sent to me from The Salvation Army,
and it clearly says: " Please donate what you can! "
I hop into my car and drive off
to the nearest Shopping Mall,
and my chart will have winter boots, scarfs, pants, socks, coats,
wool gloves and hats and personal commodities for all;
no nothing I will buy for myself...
thinking of the needy not having to wear those worn-out clothes!
I'm not trying to impersonate any Santa asking for donations,
and though it's Christmas, one must look around with sheer thought
and spot out-stretched hands and give out of the goodness of one's heart;
smash up your piggy jar and use all the money you saved for emergencies!
Snow may not thrill many not looking forward to a jolly Christmas Day,
at least, some will have something to keep them warm where they lay!
Isn't expressing love another caring way of giving those perfect gifts?
Doesn't that poor man rejoice by singing a carol once frozen on his lips?
Entered in Deb Wilson's contest,
" The Perfect Christmas Gift"
Written by Andrew Crisci
Waiting For The Prize
First month this year
passed by with cheer;
each day that's done
leads to the one
We all wait for
that gives us more
warm days with sun
and time for fun.
More months to go
with cold and snow;
wool scarfs and boots
warm coats top suits.
As March comes 'round,
though bare the ground
spring buds can grow;
pop through the snow.
With March we'll spend
mixed days that send
warm air, cold breeze;
our new spring tease.
Month four brings rain
to wash the stain
of past days' mud;
sprout leaf and bud.
Next month brings May!
We're on our way.
Sun's warm and bright;
new blooms in sight.
Then June is here!
We smile and cheer,
and claim our prize!
Fun days, blue skies!
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: 128 Words
Sponsor: Silent One
Judged: 02/04/2018
Rules: 4 words per line all 1 syllable each. So 4 syllables per line.
32 line poem, so in total 128 words.
Seems no one cares for "winter rains",
So white and wet and cold;
Drifting down so silently,
As we huddle 'neath the folds,
Of coats and scarfs and woolen hats,
And yearn for days of summer,
Complaining 'bout the wet and cold,
Of winter being a bummer.
The ice, the snow, the slippery roads,
Slow going for the traveler,
Are fodder for these transgressed souls,
And fuel their heated palaver;
But there are those who glory in,
The changes of the seasons.
The kaleidoscope of colors used,
Sets moods that give us reason,
To celibrate the time of year,
And it's exquisite beauty.
In nature things are balanced well,
And each thing has it's duty.
From mineral, plant and animal,
To the elements themselves,
We need them each and every one,
For life to go on well.
So don't complain about the snow.
It's moisture that we need.
It feeds the rivers, streams and lakes,
Amid the summer's heat.
It adds a pristine beauty,
As it covers trees and yards,
Feeding imaginations,
Of painters, scribes and bards.
Judy Ball
looking at your pictures
you always knew to smile
with my silent moment
i'll think of you a while
and try not to let those memories
become a tearfull reunion
but savor the precious moments
and have a delightful communion
sometimes i think about
your fingers and your toes
and looking at your picture
i remember your pretty crooked nose
the way you did your hair
when you got dressed up
the scarfs, the ribbons, earrings
and other pretty stuff
i can see your picture
and i even have a recording
of your voice
but i'd rather have you
if i ever had the choice
looking at you picture
and remembering your voice
i'd much rather have you
if i ever had the choice
There's a famous old Scottish saying
'the nights are fare drawin in'
this relates to the increasing darkness
where winter comes upon us in a spin
As now in the midst of January
it's bitterly cold, windy and wet
heavy coats scarfs and boots are the rule
with woolly hat keeping head from cold
Real snowflakes are not far away
before long they'll smother us all
making us all snowmen at heart
glad our height helps us think tall
Many people face depression
in those dark months of winter
a cloud so dark tears one down
one seeks a spring flower occasion
Winter brings a crispness in the air
early morning frost wakens our mind
at times it really takes your breath away
though spring brings hope perfectly signed
('The Nights Are Fare Drawin In', this is an old Scottish saying when winter starts to come upon us in Scotland and we have less light in the skies. So this is written with regard to this Scottish saying.)
We cannot blame nature for melancholy of the autumn
Leaves falling down the ground
Decay to enrich the soil for feeds and the fertility of the forest
It's us isolated to our world of the human ignorance
Excluding needs of the world that food feeds us with love of the flavors and colors
And fantasy
Knitting is for grandmas
They knit colorful fluffy scarfs for us that say I love you
We wrap them around our necks and taking a pound dog for a day out heading to autumn forest
We smell wetness and comprehend processes of the nature
She teaches us this I need
I require
Dog strolling ahead and behind
Occasionally approaches us when we kneel near a interesting plant and touches our cheek with his wet nose
He makes a circle around us and signifies this is defended and safe
After a walk we return home and drinking hot beverage and eating kibble
We love when it rains this kind