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This is an example of what I want for the contest:
"A rhyme story/poem with eyes on "
Visions of belonging held fast inside my heart
I want to be accepted for who I am my Lord
but all they see is a he she, and a shifty tart
even in the days of old, only men wore swords
time has changed but not re-arranged their ways
yesterday appearing same, a cornucopia of straight
today we have the trans, lesbians, gays
and those serving up, fear and utter hate
I love the feel of lingerie God, so why can't I ?
my heart is red like theirs, it pumps, it hurts
I shed so many tears I've forgotten how to cry
can you love me just like this, without revert?
Sitting on this pew I've come to realize all I do is flee
and although your son was crucified at thirty three
I'm still here Father, .. you made me like I am
my heart is red like theirs, I suffer when I can't be me.
A woman gave birth to a son
named Justice; he had little fun.
If he wanted to play,
his mama would say,
“But only when Justice is done!”
Poor Justice, from morning till night,
tried hard to do everything right.
By the end of the day,
he still could not play,
for his time to do chores was so tight!
His life was a crime with no play!
We all know that crime doesn’t pay.
But were I in his shoes,
having paid all my dues,
I think I might just run away.
Well, sure enough, Justice did flee
and ended up in Tennessee.
With no place to belong,
he felt sad till along
came a girl who smiled tenderly.
Looking ragged, he asked (with some shame)
if the young girl would tell him her name.
“Can you guess?” said the Miss.
“Here’s a clue. It is this. . .
Those who have me don’t take all the blame.”
The young man did not have a clue
what her name was; it was all new.
He’d never hear of
- yet soon grew to love -
this girl and her charming name too.
Today Justice likes more his life
because this girl lessens his strife.
He learned her name well
when in love he fell
and Mercy he took for a wife!
For the Story Poem Contest Poetry Contest of Carol Eastman
Yearning for hope shadows her thoughts
Blazing through her heart and soul
Her stomach is all tied up in knots
She longs for love that will make her whole
Grief constricts her arid throat with worry
Life has given her so much to contend with
Will God forgive the anger and fury?
She wonders if true love is only a myth
Black sorrow beckons to her gloomy plans
Whispering despair instead of compassion
The empty church she takes in as she scans
Her clammy skin has all but changed to ashen
Breaths of mourning curse her thoughts of hope
Brilliant light seems to pour from the pews
Will she ever find a sincerely good way to cope?
Could this be the time when she will choose?
Finally, her heart gives in to the radiant joy
Flaming across the church with brilliant poise
Her heart is filled with a love nothing can destroy
Grace has saved her soul from the hate filled noise
A Rhyme Story-Poem With Eyes On Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
December 16, 2020
PB&J Santa Saga
Little Sally and Jim ran out of milk and cookies too
Santa was coming soon
Perhaps mischievous elves had eaten the snacks
Or someone else, short in stature
Peanut Butter and Jelly would have to do
We understand jolly men like jelly
And peanut butter is good for you
The children placed a note near the Christmas tree
On a plate that read; “PB&J for Santa with love and peace”
“Pepsi and beer are in the fridge we think”
Merry Christmas Santa
Don't drink and drive
Try not to get too sticky
Please leave us lots of gifts
Peanut butter and jelly is delicious
With holiday wishes
Created on 12/20/15 for "Story Poem About Santa Claus" – Poetry contest- Sponsored by Carol Eastman
She was forced to live a life that was never her own
trapped in this body and reduced to a wraith
lost and ridiculed, abandoned in a world unknown
far from home with only a trace left of her faith
looking for answers, she sits down in a church pew
so many, pass judgement with looks that condemn
do the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few?
Is she an abomination? Do you not love her like you love them?
Why do so many, feel entitled and have to hate?
Did you not create and die for us all?
Why can’t we just show love and not berate?
Please give this girl strength, and don’t let her fall
we all have free will and choose how we treat each other
my door is always open and I will do my part
I accept this child for who she is, for I am her brother
She has my unconditional love straight from the heart
December 19,2020
A Rhyme Story-Poem With Eyes On Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
He came home from work tonight and held me tight
He had been debating about us today with all of his might
Obviously he found more reasons than one
To have me continue lighting our path as his sun
When I try to figure out his reasons why he loves me so
He finds his shy reasons to never let me know!
But here I sit and write this story~poem to you
Men like him so real and so true are very few
Some things I figure it's best not to be told
For him and him only, my life has been sold
From this day forward I choose to be by his side
Life isn't easy ~ in fact ~ it's a tough ride
But with someone special life is so easy to live
With my baby Ricky, he just gives and gives
We decided to straighten our lives for each other
Never again will my heart belong to another
I know I am not perfect, baby, but neither are you
We've been through much worse ~ what we have is true
I do believe we have been through much worse before
We have both had our hearts ripped out and tore
But what we have is strong ~ just so you know
We are now hitting our highs and have passed our low
I have decided it is you who I want to spend my life
And I want you to be my husband, and me to your wife
Congratulations you have captured all of my love
You are my shining angel sent to me from above
I wish I could go back in time to childhood,
Go back, back to when I was a little girl;
Full of Christmas happiness and joy,
And the anticipation of Santa coming.
O, how I loved Christmas with my family,
The cooking and the decorating of the tree;
Mom fussing, grandma dusting and me helping,
And dad untangling the lights (swearing).
The fireplace was crackling and glowing,
And outside the snow was beginning to fall;
And us kids were so excited waiting for Santa Claus,
Mom was telling us Christmas stories.
Oh, on Christmas morning sneaking downstairs,
And all the presents stacked beneath the tree;
How could mom and dad and grandma be sleeping;
I checked to see if Santa had eaten his cookies.
Yes, only crumbs remained and his milk was gone,
How did he always know what I wanted;
It was the miracle of Christmas this adult thinks,
I still enjoy waiting for Santa on Christmas Eve
You, never know he could really exist for real,
Just because we cannot see him, he could still be;
That jolly man in a red suit, with white whiskers,
Riding a red sleigh with his frisky reindeer.
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November 19, 2015
Narrative
For the contest, Story Poem About Santa Claus
Sponsor, Carol Eastman
First Place
In a old old rambling structure
Down on the street called Broadway
Upper floors that had been deserted
For many and many a day
Lighting a fire
Starting to pondering
Things from long ago
Remembering songs and legends
Stories that I had been told
The fire light began to flicker
Then undressing for the night
By only a little candle light
Once in bed down under the covers
Slowly going to sleep
Off to dreamland I remembered
Then something pulled at the sheet
Starting to hear chains rattling
Whining through the loosened glass
Then deciding it was nothing
Pull the covers up past my calf
No more than I had pulled them
When something or someone
Snatched them away
That's when I grabbed them
With my heart beating away
Up over my head and snuggled
Hoping that they would stay
But that was not possible
So up I sat in bed
Looking around was when I saw It
Footprints as big as an elephant head
I decided to start talking
Facing my fear straight on
Is when I discovered
Cardiff Giant ghost in my room
I told him to sit down
But then on second thought
Was going to say don't
When he sat, the chair
Fell ascunder and broken
Parts were over the floor
Pieces of tail bone and broken chair
Even a rib and wrist bone was there
Then sat on the bed and in a heap
We're on the floor
Finally I told him
No more, no more
Just sit on the floor
I gave him my red blanket
He used my chamber as a hat
Then we talk about his
Situation what do you think of that
I finally told him
That he really wasn't a wondering ghost
He was just plaster of paris
An imitation to trick folks
That he was really buried
In Albany and was haunting
A cheap plaster form of himself
So off he went in the darkness
Saying don't let this story get out
That I don't even know my own remains
As he laid the pipe on the mantel
Down the street he lumber along
(Idea taken from "A Ghost Story" by Mark Twain. Please forgive me Mark Twain because I
did not do this story justice and definitely not the poem.) (As they say there is a big
difference in having something to say and having to say something.) It did stretch my
thinking and creativeness.
Form:
I knew a man named Kim.
Who owned a horse named Jim.
And it won!
It ran wire to wire.
Man! Was that horse on fire.
I'll never forget that day.
When Kim took his horse out,
for a work out.
And the jockey fell right off the horse.
What a spill!
But nothing like the day,
when Jim won the purse.
Of course the horse's name was Jim.
And he was definitely owned by a man named Kim.
Kim has seen better days, and Kim has seen worse.
But nothing like the day,
when Jim won the purse.
And life goes on..
Horse Story Poem By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2001,2014..
ALL rights reserved..
In a time past there was a little girl,
and though quite sad she liked to swirl and twirl;
she lived with Grandma in an attic room,
it was pretty but she was full of gloom.
Mom was sick because she was very sad,
and the place where Dad was dwelling was bad;
you see my sister had tragically died,
I felt so alone and each day I cried.
Gran and Gramps had this really awesome farm,
there were horses, chickens, pigs, lambs and charm;
I helped pick vegetables and collect eggs,
sometimes, the eggs hatched wings, eyes, beaks and legs.
Gramps promised me I could have my own horse,
if I proved- I could care for it, of course;
I went to school on a big yellow bus,
and at supper, the day we would discuss.
The days passed and my sadness was going,
because Gran and Gramp's love kept me glowing;
Gran held me to her heart ... you leave today,
grief rushed back and I wished to run away.
I hid in the barn petting a cat nice,
loved her lots, though she had a job killing mice;
Mom found me and said- have bought a new home,
its big and old with lots of rooms to roam.
Oh, your room has a flower garden view,
we brought all your dolls, teddies and toys too;
well, I said- guess I could give it a try,
goodbyes to Gran and Gramps made us all cry.
I loved our home, it was old and big,
in a huge garden Mom and I would dig;
Dad made me stuff, chairs and a tea table,
it had a workshop huge as a stable.
Gran gave me some real tea cups for tea time.
a teapot for tea parties anytime;
I was happy, a beloved little girl,
who again liked to jump, leap, twirl and whirl.
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