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On the beach one morning Olivia let go of her mother’s hand
to run ahead where she had spotted some feathers in the sand.
“Olivia!” Her mom said when she caught up to her, “can you hear the seagulls sing?
What you have found…they are not feathers…they are angel wings.”
“Angel wings!” Olivia cried…I found angel wings here by the sea!
Would it be okay Mommy…if I took them home with me?”
“The moment you were born.” Her mom said. “A baby angel was born too.
And from her cloud in heaven she not only watches over…but she grows old with you.”
“And each time you grow a little bigger…and shed some of your childhood things
your angel up in heaven gets a little bigger too…and sheds a pair of wings.”
“Wings that eventually float away…and as the birds of heaven sing
find their way to another angel…in need of angel wings.”
“This is the way angel wings work.” She said. “Because heaven has always been aware
angel wings work best…when angel wings are shared.”
“Picking up those angel wings.” She continued, “I think would be wrong…
because I think those angel wings are waiting for their angel to come along.”
“Lets walk a little farther down the beach…and when we turn around…
we’ll come back to this very spot to see if these wings are still upon the ground.”
As they walked on down the beach Olivia paused then said,
“Mommy, I can hear the seagulls sing.
Do you think maybe another angel could have found those wings?”
And sure enough when they returned Olivia once again let go of her mother’s hand
to touch where those angel wings…now gone, left a small impression in the sand.”
So if you ever see a set of angel wings on the ground
anywhere…from the mountains to the sea
Please, do not disturb them…please, just let them be…
But listen and listen carefully…for the birds nearby to sing…
and if you’re lucky you just might see the moment…and angel gets its wings.
Back when he was seven, our son won a contest
In his class, his turkey recipe adjudged the best
He was so happy, floating so high on cloud nine
but first prize was something less than 'quite fine'
He had to follow his recipe, cook our Thanksgiving meal
a prize which to his parents had no real appeal
As our son had never used the oven before
we planned on having problems galore
Sure enough, the new chef got off on the wrong foot
as into a pan, a frozen turkey in its package he put
Yet since the poor lad was so new to this game
we simply chuckled a bit, refused to lay blame
at the feet of our son, and explained so politely
that a turkey frozen solid won't cook quite rightly
He listened to us wide-eyed and dutifully
then gave that bird time to thaw proper-beautifully
Only --- so excited to start, he forgot the next instruction
which caused more than just some minor destruction
to the thawed bird, which was still in its package
as it entered the hot oven, awaiting the wreckage...
Well, you can imagine the looks on our faces
hearing the turkey begin to 'pop, crackle, snap'
For a moment, horrified, we were frozen in our places
before opening the oven, to a thunderous clap...
Our son was despondent; we had to cheer him right up
So we smiled our best smiles and said, "Just add a cup
or four of water to the pan--- after we scrape off the plastic"
~ I thought that my wife's laugh sounded a bit spastic
But our little budding chef put his heart into the task
and he basted that bird, doing all we had asked
So. when we finally sat down, and clasped our hands to say grace
~ You should have seen the big smile on our happy son's face
October 27, 2019
Thanksgiving Memory Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina Riddle
Separate beings we once were
Travelling the path of life alone
Both of us not knowing what's ahead
Lonely down the path we roam
Our paths they crossed and so we met
A brief encounter was all it took
Each had a lasting impression
Yearning for yet another look
Sure enough our paths again did cross
Something that was meant to be
A relationship developed with such ease
No longer separate beings it's now you and me
Life's path together we'll travel
Lonely no more a mate to confide
Soul mates we've found each other
As one we can embrace the ride
The path of life now has a purpose
It's how life is meant to be
Finding a travelling companion
Even starting our own family
Regardless of where we may end up
Life's path you and I did share
Not knowing our paths destination
We're ready to go anywhere.
Ok guys, now listen-up
It's time we're moving on
Yeah it's been fun, but sure enough
The good times here, are gone
Now, We have to realize
that it's been several years
That little boy, has grown-up
And now has other fears
Remember Lou, what you used to do
At the foot of the poor boys bed
I thought the kid, would poop his pants
When you cut off your head
And Chuck, with all those sounds
Like a creaking closet door
Made every haunt we pulled
Seamed to scare him so much more
The rest of you, you did your best
In messing with his head
Living here in cramped conditions
Underneath his bed
I wish I, still could say
We could make him, fear for life
But that job has now been taken
For he has a gained a wife
Land sakes alive what you been into child.
The sun is hot but the wind is mild.
My nose itches,
Someone’s coming with a hole in their britches.
Haven’t seen you in a coon’s age.
A hooting and hollering like an injun’s raid.
I’m fair ta middlin’can’t complain too much.
Barely getting along. Maybe just a touch.
Cooped up like chickens. Driving me up a wall.
Just living hand to mouth. Ain’t he got some gall.
How y’all fairin’ my tail is a dragging.
It’s hotter’n Hades my tongue is a wagging.
Ain’t that just the way. Well bless your heart.
Your pea picking soul. Worse than a popcorn fart.
Let the chips fall. Where there’s a will there’s a way.
Keep your chin up. Rome wasn’t built in a day.
In for a penny, in for a pound.
Like a dog in heat always sniffing around.
Give him an inch and he’ll take a mile.
Looking all fat and sassy with a turd eating smile.
Keep on crying, I’ll give you something to cry about.
Close your barn door before the horse gets out.
Uncle Sam is sure enough bleeding us dry.
Because I said so…that’s why!
Twas the night before Christmas and at the North Pole
The reindeer were prancing and ready to roll.
Illustrious Rudolph had polished his nose
To honour tradition which claims that it glows.
And Santa’s small helpers, the diligent elves
Had labelled the presents stacked high on the shelves.
But where was the boss? He’d been missing all day,
It wasn’t like him to create a delay.
Then up popped a text on young Jingle Bell’s phone.
It read : ‘ I’m so sorry to leave you alone:
The Missus and I took a cheap flight to Spain
I just couldn't face all those mince pies again!
I’m off for a dip so I'll have to be brief,
We’ll send you a postcard from warm Tenerife!
PS: Please don’t panic for help is at hand
Look up to the skies and you’ll soon see them land.
And sure enough floating down from the night sky
Two figures descended, umbrellas raised high.
And Mary and Bert, I am happy to say,
Proved ‘practically perfect in every way!’
26/11/18
'The night before Christmas Contest' : Sponsored by: Joseph May
(20 lines)
Late December 2018,Any Form,Any Theme,Upto A Max Of 20 Lines Poetry Contest : sponsored by Brian Strand
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
Two brothers salmon in the deep blue sea
Got the urge one day to seek some revelry.
So off they both went into the early dawn
With naught on their minds but to swim and spawn.
Up the big river with its mouth so wide,
It must be a mile from side to side.
For days and days those two fish swam
‘Til they ran smack-dab into a concrete dam!
Round and round that great grey wall
They swam, but found no help at all.
Relief came, not from heaven sent,
But sure enough from the government!
A big fish ladder with its lifts and falls
Helped those boys to skirt that wall
Into a lake with its shores so green
The two fish entered on another scene!
As if decreed by constabulary
The lake was fed by five tributaries!
“Which one to take?”, was their question then,
The answer came to the first brother Sven.
“I know where to go”, you could hear him say,
“I’ve been here before! I can find the way!”
So off Sven went, and his brother, Pete, too;
Guided by nothing but Deja Vu!
The stream they chose was swift and clean
But the rocks therein were hard and mean!
Bruised and battered Ol’ Pete said, “ENOUGH!”
“This swim-and-spawn life is just too rough!”
“Swimming all day against the stream?”
“This might be for you Sven, but it ain’t my dream!”
So he turned with the current and went with the flow,
Against his true nature, to the blue sea below.
He passed other salmon, in their eyes was a gleam,
All turning red as they struggled upstream.
Pete was red too from his tail to his face.
When he reached the blue sea, he seemed out of place.
The swimming was easy, with no current to fight,
But Pete couldn’t know of his fate nor his plight.
A flashy red Pete in the bright blue dawn
A sea lion spied him and SNAP! Pete was gone!
In the mean time, Sven kept on swimming for days;
His back out of water in the warm summer rays.
He made his way to a cool sandy brook
And spied a coy babe-fish with a cute little look.
And there on the edge of a loose gravel shoal,
They frolicked and played and fulfilled their role:
They had both done their best; standing out in a crowd.
Sven also died, but his maker is proud!
This tale has a moral, as all good tales do.
A metaphor of life, it is tried and true:
“Swimming through life is no simple feat,
Endure to the end, or end up like Pete!”
This is the story of two all-time great baseball pitchers who are both in the Hall-of-Fame. So, the story goes like this. Last week the old-timers both well into their nineties, were out together at a pub enjoying a fine meal and some fine chardonnay. They talked for hours about their pasts and about how long they knew each other ever since they started playing ball together way back in little league. Over the years they became great friends exchanging Christmas gifts with each other, having Halloween parties and celebrating many occasions with each other, never missing each other's birthdays and both always attending the other's family members weddings and anniversaries. They were indeed best-of-besties for life. During their dinner conversation the topic of death came up. John, who was six months older than Joe, came up with a thought about dying and when whoever should pass first that they promise to ask the good lord if they can come back to tell the other what to expect when he gets to heaven. After they both agreed they sipped their fine wine and made the toast and a promise. Well, sure enough just about a week later, John, the elder of the two passed away. After learning of the terrible news Joe (feeling down and out and lonely) went to the pub and waited for his friend to show up. Wouldn't you know it, just about a half an hour of waiting Joe realizes that his pal John was sitting in the stool next to him. John...he shouts!! You're here, I can't believe the good lord actually agreed to you coming back. His first question to John was naturally- "John- What's it like in heaven, do they have baseball up there" John looked at Joe and smiled, then he said- "Yes, there is baseball up in heaven. He told Joe that it was awesome, but he said to Joe, there's some good news and some bad news I must tell you about. The good news is they have beautiful fields, umpires that never make a wrong call, the food is terrific, and they even have beautiful cheerleaders at every game. Wow said Joe- that all sounds amazing! Well, that's all-wonderful Joe replied, but tell me what's the bad news, John? John replied- Well, the bad news is "Get ready quick...you're the starting pitcher tomorrow"
baseball in heaven
playing together again
forever friendship
This morning on my walk I heard footsteps behind me…which in itself is rare…Rarer still, when I turned around…there was no-one standing there.
When I resumed my waking, sure enough, I’d hear footfalls behind me drop…and when I stopped to listen…the footsteps also stopped.
This only lasted a short while…I didn’t have time to explore…because as quickly as they began…I couldn’t hear footsteps anymore.
Which was confusing in the middle of my walk…for I’d sure like to know
where did those footsteps come from…and where did those footprints go?
I don’t think it was my imagination…making me hear sounds I could not see..Instead, I imagine it was my guardian angel…checking up on me.
Which led me to surmise…as I finished my walk alone along the street…
not only do I have a guardian angel…but my guardian angel has big feet.