Long Sociable Poems
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F riendly faithful, flexible, far-sighted, fulfilling favors…
Fabulously
A ltruistically available, adaptable, and attractive…
Absolutely
T emperate teacher, thoughtful, timely - tackling things…
Tactfully
H ilariously humane, hallowed, happy, heavenly, holy…
Habitually
E arnestly eager, effective, elegant, endearing, edifying…
Eternally
R adiantly ravishing, realistic, rejuvenating, resilient…
Realistically
S erenely sincere, sensitive, sociable, soft-spoken…
Significantly
D evotedly dedicated, disciplined, Determined…
Deeply
A dmirably acceptable, adorable, agreeable, alert…
Always
y earlong yogic, youngish, yielding… yeasty…
Youthfully
Younger
Yours…
………..
11th May 2021
A TRIBUTE TO FATHERS Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS
“And out of the ground the LORD God formed every beast of the field, and every fowl of the air…” Genesis 2:19 of the King James Bible
Awesome spring birds, fowls of the air, according to God Almighty
Blessings to nature, inspiring mankind with their avian business:
Cardinals courageously cheer along comforting chatters
Delightful blue jays, in their distinct sounds, defy despair
Eager ducklings excite pet lover’s enthusiasm
Fluttering bluebirds feature themselves as adorable flock
Glee-filled chickadees chirp goodness’ greetings
Humming birds sing out their hoisting call for hope
Interesting flute-like tones from male orioles inspire
Jubilant woodpeckers chisel nests joyously
Kindness twitters sociable robins midst friendship kindling
Lovely tanagers in brilliant plumage perch in liberty…
Many more are they… manifesting Creator-endowed “birdie” magnificence.
February 26, 2021
2nd place, "Spring Birds" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 2/27/2021.
Not everything that we love is the best thing for us. Such is the case with people who aren't very sociable.
Also, a request by one to be left alone might be an opposite request to pay attention to him. Not all of us have the ability to
request assistance. But even if "Leave me alone" is a genuine desire, sometimes, our better judgment might compel us to do otherwise.
I believe that we were created to be sociable and not isolationists. Two decades ago, I was that person who wanted to be 'left alone'.
I did not say those words, but every part of my body wore the sign. Most people saw the sign, read it, and granted my desire to be left alone.
A few were more aggressive and dared to pursue me for various reasons. I think that they were decerning enough to risk my elusive and resisting
attitude. Perhaps they detected a missing piece of my puzzle within themselves and felt an obligation to step forward with that piece, making
me a more completed person. It's interesting that at least five people stand out who refused to leave me alone. Four of the five are now deceased, but
before their demise, they placed valuable pieces in my life's puzzle and played unique rolls of character building in my life.
111021PS
A bird that loves warm weather, I am beautiful and bright
although some in my family can even be pure white!
I have a friend like that (so cute). His name is cockatoo.
You can call ME Scarlet. I’m yellow, red and blue!
How beautifully I blend in with colors you can see
in Amazon’s exotic jungle. That’s where you’ll find me!
Curved and quite distinctive is my large and lovely beak.
It cracks nuts (even coconuts!). It’s certainly not weak.
I’ve got strong claws for clutching as well as four long toes.
Plus I know more things than your average bird knows!
That’s because I’m sociable and smart inside my flock.
Our tail feathers we shake and noisily we squawk!
That’s how we communicate; if caught, we learn to gab.
That’s one reason we’re a bird that bad guys like to nab.
I’m charming and gregarious. Sassy too I’d say!
But just you try to catch me; I bet I’d get away.
After I am 3, I hardly even get to date
because I live for many years and stay with just one mate!
To watch me in my setting, I think you’d be in awe.
Do you know precisely? I’m the parrot called macaw!
July 26, 2020
for Tania Kitchin's I Am A Bird - Personification Poetry Contest
Somewhere on the hardwood
Play grounders said you were good
Talent agent brought you indoors
They were really fir sure
In between the flashing lights
Gleaming and bright
Loud noises
Drowning out sociable voices
You were able to score
More and More
Traveling to different cites on a promotional sporting exhibition tour
Whether it was taking trains, planes or automobiles
You avoided the defensive steals
Moving a team from the land known for lakes
Franchise success deemed the spectacle not a fake
It was a city nicknamed angels
Fame and fortune façade had no danger
Ad mist the wild fiery glow
“It’s like you know”
A place where shaking ground could make one honestly state ‘it’s time to go’
Two or three points defined the scoring way
Navigating through the polluted gray
All done for contractual pay
For plastic
Making all these baskets
Or was the glamour true
Better than representing the red white and blue
Wearing 76er colors gold medal cool
Freedom has been under the microscopic test
Maybe it was our attitude touting ‘we are the best’
Everybody now sinks field goals in a bubble
Due to health care trouble
Staying six feet apart
Following rules from the CDC chart
Making issue not wearing face masks visiting the mini mart
Taking away life’s trusting fun
Infecting the idea ‘going out and getting sun’
Reported many are resting in peace
Not much word if there are markers acknowledging all the deceased
Many times celebrities were welcomed nice gestures
Acts could be putting on pressure
In the same fashion as an artistic academic coach professor
Remember when getting the open clear lane
During this civil game
Where not bouncing a ball is a walk
Penalized turnover people whisper and talk
Four others work together performing in the show
Passing around this round rock
Skills learned respectfully in friendly competition on the block
Swishing into the nets
Nightly one hundred a team is supposed to get
Sending people home entertained not upset
While flying in the air
Doesn’t matter who taunted the dare
It is what it is
Athletic show biz
FELICITY
Free Verse
When I met you, I thought I just met an ordinary lass
As I talked to you, I started to mesmerize
I was enthralled by the questions you asked
And the way you answered, I was indeed surprised.
You're the joy and happiness of your parents
With angelic beauty, you’re the apple of their eyes
A lei of beautiful fragrant yellow rose
That blooms in the garden of love.
Felicity, you're so cutesy
your manner is sociable, folksy
Intelligent girl, pride of the family
God's glory as you perform your duty.
“ Read today and lead tomorrow “.
“ The more you read, the more things you know
The more that you learn, the more places you'll go "
Read everyday and your knowledge will grow .
Continue to engage in poetry writing
Soliloquizing is palatable, like talking to an imaginary friend
Ask the chickadees why they go on tweeting and chirping
Conjure them to perch on your lap, talk and play with them.
Someday, you'll be the pride of the Church
Like your parents zealously serving the Lord
Trials of faith we face, as we travel in this world
But with courage and faith, finish your race with flying colors.
1001 steps to reach the apex
The road is arduous, difficult and steep
But with God’s help and faith in your heart
In your journey you will surely succeed.
May God continue to bestow unto you
Blessings and benevolence He will imbue
Bright future the Father will endow
Forever love and mercy, to you He will grant.
FELICITY, we will part ways someday
Remember that in this world, where we stay
you've met an old gray- haired man
By the name of grandpa ERNIE.
In the middle of the meadow she stands.
Majestically reaching toward Heaven.
Beautiful in her solidness,
Patient and serene.
From beneath her branches
Kisses are stolen between lovers,
Their initials etched within
Proclaiming immortal devotion.
She is an enduring sanctuary,
Absorbing the suffering.
Tears from broken hearts fall.
She comforts the forlorn.
Youngsters are tempted into her shelter,
A magical secret hideaway.
They clamber into her green haven,
An enchanting retreat.
Friends rendezvous beside her,
A sociable meeting place,
Intimacies are shared
Amid her familiarity.
For years she has stood proud,
Her roots firmly grip the ground,
So glorious and green.
She is so much more than just a tree.
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positively grand
values! very working class
protracted ears, 1000 morals, agreeable policies
tenacious ears, lordly morality, sociable policies
perennial ears, expansive ethics, sociable policies
eternal ears, impressive morality, congenial policies
longstanding ears, lordly ethics, compatible policies
! its expansive ethics calling, swimmingly so grand
. its womb-to-tomb ears hooting, suddenly grand!
my ever so longest ears hooting, suddenly grand
we ever so tall ears snorting, suddenly
no retentive auricles booing, suddenly
no its unsound ears booing, suddenly
if a donkey big, consistent, large
a morals so blue
hooting donkey
for box grand!
are end box us
not hot in go
if can for end
blue not out time
liberal! like up
ears was
To your right, at the end of Kings Heath, sits our supermarket,
Sainsbury's first dream of trading beyond London’s swinging 60’s,
Realised and immortalised
As value to shout about - making life taste better.
As I approach the automated swing gates,
I imagine them as saloon doors to the wild zest,
Making my way to the citrus aisle:
Mandarins and clementines, nectarines - tangtastic!
I see the invigorating yellow of the sociable lemon,
Jolly and sociable companion to lime -
Tropically, they sit well together.
They distance themselves
From the murderous and mysterious blood orange,
Squatting close to his Cantonese cousin the golden orange kumquat,
Tart, sharp and crisp.
And then there's the grapefruit. A brute of a fruit,
Resolute, and I find stand-off-ish.
Sat on the shelf looking pleased with itself,
Seemingly in angry pleasure,
Knowing and boastful in having had a fling
With sweet tangerine.
She now finds him obscene, sour and mean.
Says he was clearly confused
When he called their child, ‘ugli’.
The ugli fruit - oddly shaped and blemished
But perfect in her imperfections
She's an unexpected surprise.
Aromatic - bursting with vitamin C
And sooooo juicy.
To the other fruits, it's an open secret,
That though she's pretty ugly,
She is awfully good.
And as I get to the checkout,
I wonder if it is this, that has made grapefruit so bitter
The number of my Destiny is 7.
Solitary Seven it is sometimes called.
My birth path number 5 is fun and sociable,
but honestly, I love to be alone!
Alone I read my books,
alone I write my poems,
and alone I watch the movies I adore.
I love the company of family and friends,
but since my siblings all live far from me
and my own two kids are off and on their own,
and since my friends are mostly all online,
and the people that surround me at my workplace and at church
are mere acquaintances, busy with their own families,
it's by myself I usually can be found.
It's like that time I spent on my first cruise
paid for by my husband's mother to accompany her grown daughter,
a person with whom I share no common interests.
Instead of going with me to attend the talent shows,
the many ship activities like games and competitions
or enjoying karaoke, she was often off alone herself!
Meanwhile I just blended in with all the crowd -
laughing with the members of the cruise,
watching them all dance
(I must admit I longed to have a partner then),
but all in all, I much enjoyed it all even though I mostly was alone.
I have no problem seeing movies by myself.
At matinees I'm sometimes the only person there.
I put my feet up; no one's there to care!
Frugal, I rarely go out to eat.
My husband is so quiet, the few times we eat out,
it would not make much difference
whether he was there with me or not!
I have no friends with whom I go to classes at the gym,
but I am there to exercise, not socialize.
I'm content to have just the right amount of social interaction
every morning when I'm teaching at the school.
Yes, I am a solitary sort. It's always been this way.
In my childhood, alone I read upon my bed
while downstairs my siblings liked to play.
At times I joined in with them. In school I cherished friends
and hung out very often with my pals,
but in the end. . . .
I find enjoyment in many things,
and many of the things I most enjoy
I do quite comfortably
with myself and me!
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