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The Book
Written: by Tom Wright
8-15-2016
Each day of my life has been a page of a book,
Many who are reading it may think I’m a schnook.
It’s a book being written, nothing held in reserve,
Not a NY Times best seller or one to preserve.
You’ll find some dog eared pages, yellow and worn,
Others filled with ridicule, complacency or scorn.
This book isn’t fiction but of a life mostly passed,
Many pages were sunny but some were overcast.
Some pages paint a picture of a man filled with rage,
But that was before Jesus began editing that page.
You may form opinions, standing pat in your belief,
But only God will soon judge me, as editor in chief.
Donkey Neigh flaunted his family, hence Sis, the cat, purred,
"My male ancestors are viewed very well in the Good Book."
Whereupon, Sis drives the point home, "I'll wager you’ve NOT heard,
we cats proudly hail from the Lion of Judah, you schnook!"
"My male ancestors are viewed very well in the Good Book,
we donkeys bore His mother, Mary, to Bethlehem town.”
"We cats proudly hail from the Lion of Judah, you schnook!"
Neigh crows, "Jesus rode grandpa wearing Jerusalem’s crown,
we donkeys bore His mother, Mary, to Bethlehem town.”
Cat nuzzles up to donkey. She chides, "Enough bragging, Neigh.”
Neigh crows, "Jesus rode grandpa wearing Jerusalem’s crown
while those conniving humans planned His fate along the way."
Cat nuzzles up to donkey. She chides, "Enough bragging, Neigh!"
Whereupon, Sis drives the point home, "I'll wager you’ve NOT heard,
while those conniving humans planned his fate along the way,
Donkey Neigh flaunted his family.” Hence, Sis, the cat, purred.
April 11, 2020
Gif #2
contest: Pantoum Rhyme Personification
sponsor: Eve Roper
Snipes are a kind of bird, difficult to spot
because they’re quiet and they hide a lot –
a kind of cross ‘twixt stool pigeon and an owl,
it is a bird that deserves to be called fowl.
Maybe a large rooster with antlers like a moose
some guys say they are more like a wild goose.
How do you catch them? Now that is where you
depend on luck; my friend hit one with his shoe.
Some make a cage from an old cardboard box
but pillowcases work. To really outfox
a large snipe, you may need to bring a rope
to tie him up; if it's real dark, you just hope.
First, you start to hear sounds - like gobblety-gook
and you may start to think that you are a schnook
but hang in there. Sometimes it takes all night
especially if the snipe puts up a fight.
First time I went, along about one o’clock
I smelled what I thought was a rat in a crock
quick as a wink, I caught onto a small snipe.
What a night! but I got it, all in one fell swipe.
Let’s rhyme as if we can and could
uncaught poet's schnook traced and pushed.
Writing rhymes words fluent posed well N, good
Poet on the end of each sentence a hood and crook
mellow laden handwritten booked completed on in brook.
Seasoned autumn ledger recital pure cured pushed
Poet's words from mine breath heart felt procured.
Allured contoured letters combine words understood.
Messages misconstrued over look, only would.
Letters combined lured, cured written underfoot
Poet's charcoal signing autographed in soot
Uncaught poet rhymes schnook and pushed
Let’s rhyme as if he can and he sure could.
12/11/23
For let's rhyme Poetry Contest
Monorhyme poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton
With body and mind you respond to my touch,
gobbling up kisses, like sweet penuche,
I could not ask for a better lover; there is nonesuch.
When I grind my gears, you become my clutch
and I lean on you like an emotional crutch.
A magic elixir, you quench my heart
like sweet nectar, neither bitter nor tart.
Forged on passion's anvil, your lovemaking's an art.
And paused on the moment, my smile presses restart.
Your granite body buffed to a sheen
has a vulnerable heart; you're not a machine.
And yet, you make the impossible look routine.
With rippled muscles, as though chiseled from stone,
you're a warm schnook where dreams have blown,
You're the wind in my sails, without uttering a sound.
Behind the scenes, you don't speak much,
but like dawn's first light, you offer a new start.
Cushioning my falls, you spot me on life's trampoline
and somewhere between estrogen and testosterone
you find balance, both feet firm on the ground.
(Minuanetta)
1/26/2018
The thick numerous shoots of grass have come out,
no more snow shovels til late autumn comes about.
I hear the robins chirp as they tend their nests,
wait....the sound of a cranky lawn mower chugging
to life from its winter's rest!
Quickly, dear, go out and mow before everyone else
does!
our yard needs to look perfect, 'cuz-
the neighborhood spring lawn mowing wars have
just begun,
it's quite serious, not so much fun.
Yard envy is so common in our subdivision,
The HOA "Yard Of The Month" prize brings derision.
If the young couple who just moved in across the
street think their landscaping is the best,
my roses and begonias will put them to the test.
Hubby can't start the riding mower,
he's cursing its parentage midst dandelions
and clover.
The other men in the cul-de-sac are already
halfway done,
as their wives bring out iced tea for them
under the strong sun.
Well, well, tomorrow is the neighborhood
block party,
I've already made an array of warm weather
dishes so hearty,
My potato salad and baked beans will surely
be the envy of the other cooks,
it is in the good 'ol American spirit-
to compete and be a smug schnook! ~
Natural Born Comedians
I had a class of sixth graders in Chicago,
Absolutely like no other.
Never a class so full of smiles and
hilarious pranks.
Their boundless joy rolled over me like
a huge Sherman tank.
I think they had their own student
lesson plan book,
Whose main topic was: "Let's make
Mrs. R. look like a schnook."
Don't ever tell them, please promise?
It was the best year of my life.
Anyway, I got all the silly kids no
teacher wanted.( The tight-***ed
teachers, I mean.)
To me, these children were sunbeams
of joy in my life, each day undaunted!
At times, they made me laugh so hard.
They were far more creative than any
Second City Improv.
So thank you God for a class of sparkling
sunbeams you gave me for a year.
Only one thing remained on my desk
when they all were gone!
Stillness, silence, empty chairs,
And the splash of my salty tears falling
on my barren desk!
Panagiota Romios
3/22/2019
My Mother-In-Law
Her last years, were on the Internet spent.
Loving chatrooms and then...Mother found a poetry site.
Heavens! How excited was she!
.
Thus, she spent her waning years writing poetry.
How she loved mankind and her fellow-poets!
She signed her comments, with "Love, Helene."
Poets had no idea in a wheelchair bound, was she!
Her poetry young and vital, like a blooming cherry tree
One day Mom was hysterically crying.
In her mailbox, a threatening email did lay.
Sent her by a far younger, enraged female poet.
Who, oh so wrongly, accused my Mother of being after 'her' man.
As if these dying woman, could cross an ocean.
What did the frenzied poet think?
An older, sick woman was Peter Pan?
I did my best to calm tearful Mother down.
Oh, I wanted to choke this female poetess clown!
Mom is in her grave now~ sorry to say.
But, now I find myself, just like her in love with poetry.
it's such pleasureable play.
The world so full of jealousy,envy, greed and hate.
And we humans, don't understand, this will not end
Until this world is gone and we stand at heaven's gate.
.
Just be kind and generous to one another.
We act as gods who foolishly think,
We can bring peace and the world together?
That will happen one day, read the Good Book!
Lighten up, respect each other and stop acting like a
foolish, egotistical, enlightened schnook.
February 11, 2020
2:15pm PST
Android Charlie II:The Sequel: The Drama
OH, Charlie had money alright!
A great house, wife,and a quite intelligent child, too!
Very opulent, he!
Three cars, vacations and a complete
lifestyle, too.
Alas, those cell phones came along!
Charlie just had to become part of
that techie crowd.
Soon the phone took the place of his wife!
Tell the truth, of his entire life!
And any visitor to his once warm and friendly home?
Well, now, a sad update~all relatives and friends,
in total silence do sit, while Charlie,lost soul,he,
Only had eyes and time for his phone!
Charlie, unknowingly treated his guests
as less than gnats!
No jovial conversation ever ensued.
Only if the TV, with irritation,screamed: Breaking News!
Yes, this meaningless drivel~ made Charlie swivel?
As to his phone ,it sadly appeared. permanently glued to his hand.
Dinners with candles, are you serious?
Once grand and beauteous were never lit!
Just his pasty white face, how ghastly
it looked.
Like a stiff corpse in a coffin.
My Lord, what a technological schnook.
Now that once laughter-filled abode
stands empty!
The front door swings forever open.
Yes, Charlie is still there, totally and
blissfully unaware,
His wife and child have had enough,
Of a tragic life sans human
communication!
A scene not unusual in any nation!
Get a lockbox for your smartphones,
if that addicted you are.
Unless you are a surgeon on call,
best love the humans next to you.
And sorry, but I will not rejoice in texts
nor Emojis.
These are far from human attributes!
And no, neither funny nor cozy,
We need not fear, true, warm living
communication.
Just realize that God gave us tongues
to speak with and ears to hear.
Live life in the real world as much
as you can.
You are loved by people!
Not by the evices in the technological nation.
Panagiota Romios
4/18/2019