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The Bermuda Triangle.
Are we talking shorts
Or waxing?
Some are masters of deceit.
Should they have been born
Chameleons?
Many shoes, but all one size.
Leaving us with what,
Hobson’s choice?
To make pizza or pancakes.
Tough decision, or
A toss-up?
The road is winding and steep.
Will you walk with me
All the way?
Hurry upstairs to put on tights.
Dash for the ladder?
Run along?
She is loud but alluring.
Would you say she is
A siren?
Dictatorial republic:
Be corrupt or go
Bananas?
He is itching to begin.
Should he wait? Should he
Start from scratch?
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* This is a set of quinzaines that requires
much reading between the lines.
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Author: Paul Callus
Contest: One Word Title
Sponsor: Skat A
Placing: 4th
She breezed into the hardware store in a cloud of Chanel No. 5. With her coiffured hair and upper-class accent she was not the usual type of customer that we were accustomed to.
“Can I help you madam” I asked
“I want some sex” she replied
I was somewhat taken aback
I’m sorry madam, I said, but this is not the type of establishment that provides ‘sex’
“My neighbour says I can get excellent sex here” she retorted “and I want sex right now!” She exclaimed
At this stage I was feeling a little uncomfortable but I had to remember that the customer is always right
The owner’s son mends sewing machines I told her, and he gives them a good service and oils their squeaking parts, but I don't think ‘sex’ is part of his usual service
"NO! NO! NO!" you stupid girl she spat
"I want good strong ‘sex’, you know the thing …black plastic sex to put my garden rubbish in"
It was then that the penny finally dropped and blushing scarlet I lead her to the area where the black rubbish sacks were kept.
Total fiction write!
N/A in Premier Contest No 15 Sponsored by Skat A - judged on 1/29/18
Submitted to January stunner 2018
Sponsored by Line Gautheir
07-10-17
The sky is dark blue this dreamy night,
and in the vast canopy only one star is winking;
it beckons to my soul so I reach out with my finger,
and magically stars are sprinkling and sinking.
Like a waterfall of lights they swirl, twirl and dance,
I am taken up in a whirlwind of bliss and delight;
then I find myself in a lush enchanted forest,
then, on a beautiful unicorn horse I fly the night.
And I ride this ethereal creature all the night long,
over streams flowing and forests and valleys green;
to stunning hidden places and wondrous cities,
but sadly, it is dawn and I must leave this scene.
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May 27, 2018 (Edit from
December 17, 2015)
For the contest, Theme #1 Stars, sponsor, Skat
Ninth Place
This is the voice of imagination- can you open your mind,
and I will take you to another world of spirit and possibilities.
Now, take a deep breath and we will begin a sweet journey,
I will be your guiding light.
Can you hear me breathing?
Imagine a door and see it,
open it and step through,
and you are in an emerald forest.
The birds are twittering,
and water is dripping,
ferns and mosses and wildflowers grow beside a river.
Twirl and spin like a child again in meadows shivering,
see life with new possibilities, inspiration and imagination
just let go . . . and be new again.
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September 16, 2016
Poetry/Free Verse/"Imagination"
Copyright Protected, ID 16-829-517-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Premier Contest Number 11
sponsor, Skat
Seventh Place
By thirteen I was quite tall—
Five-foot seven—friends were small
Always tallest in my class
On school lines—was always last.
Friends were shorter, more petite
Always looked to size-up feet
Compare shoes, I do not fib
Was self-conscious—mine were big.
Their size five to seven, fine—
I was BigFoot! Mine was nine!
Teenage complex anguished me
BigFoot phobia, you see!
Later friends caught up with me
Height and feet grew handily
Soon size nine in grownup form
Looked upon as kind of norm.
Thinking back on “BigFoot” years
To fit in, drove me to tears!
Teenage stresses to compete—
Happy now with normal feet!
© Sandra M. Haight 2015
All Rights Reserved
~3rd Place~
Contest: BigFoot
Sponsor: Skat A
Judged: 05/07/2015
I am incredibility inner today,
like a folded rose, metaphorically speaking
I am totally dwelling within . . .
the world moving outside of me
lost within my own reverie
I have come to the art gallery
where I can lose myself
on the patio I am reading and writing
the warm sun is caressing me
the breeze stroking me
silence embraces my body
I am safe within my loneliness
the world is far away
until . . .
some people arrive, noisily
I leave this place and am
now, lost within the world of old masters
and I roam the corridors of the gallery
a girl alone . . .
and I dwell within like a folded rose
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September 8, 2012
Poetry/Free Verse/Like A Folded Rose
Copyright Protected, ID 09- 419-275-08
All Rights Reserved, 2012, Constance La France
Written for the Standard Metaphorically Speaking Contest
sponsor, Catie Lindsay, HM, Judged 09/24/2012
Submitted to the Standard contest, Late October
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged
Third Place
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Submitted to Standard Free Verse Contest
sponsor, Skat, Judged
First Place
i say
in hot take easy
feel breezy
drink cheesy
be easy
with energy
smile daisy
be busy
our ecstasy
question easy peasy
please write pleasingly
no good bye
Hi! friend hi!
A tribute to our lovely Poetess friend: SKAT
I float on sea waves of tranquility
drift far down to find stillness -
feel the serenity
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January 13, 2016
Poetry/Kimo/the deep blue sea
Copyright Protected, ID 16-744-369-0
all Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Only Those NA Contests with note
sponsor, Edward Ebbs (NA in Theme #6 Contest, Skat)
Second Place
Note:
I love the dreamy quality of this poem. It makes me want to float, light and
relaxed, beautiful in tranquility and serenity, I think it is an excellent Kimo.
The poem captures the feeling of floating in the deep blue.
Embrace and welcome your life with open arms
Make and inventory of your present life
Renew your great mind with a positive charm.
Some events happen to teach the great lessons
Shaking with intensity the inner world
Turning a point of making crucial questions.
Discover the purpose of your existence
Unleash your potential to the maximum
Living an antonishing experience.
Begin the next year with a novel conscience
Let go the useless and paralyzing things
A new life will emerge with luminescence.
Live at fullest as if it were your last day
Regrets will not haunt your mind and life someday
Fifth Place
Best October Poem
Sponsored by SKAT A
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I entered gates that were rusty and old, worn with age,
This eternal resting place filled my soul with sadness;
The time of the year did not help, barren trees hanging low,
Dried up withered flowers lay forlorn on rows of graves.
I followed a pathway taking me deep into the maze of sorrow,
Many stones difficult to read, erosion and time destroyed;
Some were simple crosses and others pristine granite markers,
I crossed over a bridge above a rippling stream.
Dark valleys lay before me and toppled statues rest in peace,
This scene of sadness holds a place in my soul forever;
For among the burial plots, vaults, crypts lays a beloved memory,
Of my childhood cat, Snowball, forever in this place.
This pet cemetery, serene and tranquil,
And I still weep . . .
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March 21, 2014
Poetry/Verse/The Cemetery
Copyright Protected, ID 03-551-833-21
All Rights Reserved, 2014, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, The Saddest Landscape
sponsor Skat, 03/2014
Second Place