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Premium Member One Winter's Night

I stood on the balcony one night,
The land was bathed in luminous light,
The air was filled with winter's chill,
Frost had covered the window sill.

I stared into the sky above,
My heart had swelled full of love,
The galaxy glowed with bright stars,
Lights so heavenly, from afar.

The night shone bright on every hill,
Yet, everything was quiet and still,
Through the valley no wind did blow,
The little village blanketed in snow.

What joy the Yule is going to bring,
At the break of dawn, the town will sing,
Making this, one eve to remember,
On one magical night of December.

But, in this fantasy land it is late,
And this seasonable panorama is great,
I want to take this long walk alone,
Through unchanging scenery, I wander from home.

I'll take a candle to light my way,
Upon the ice, I could walk until day,
I made it up a deep, glittering bank,
In the glistening snowflakes, my feet sank.

A million diamonds now covered the land,
I pulled my mittens on, over my hands,
The snow could never melt in this cold,
The Northern degrees of stories once told.

I will enjoy the winter as in days of old,
The still photographs of the past unfold,
A thermometer shows the drop of degrees,
The thaw of the snow I hope not to see.

Mirrored is my reflection along the river,
Quartz crystals of ice, makes me shiver,
Icicles hang from a cabin, near the woods,
Silently, wolves and elk in the forest, stood.

Reindeer and rabbits run through the snow,
A memorable sight in the lovely moon's glow,
An owl calls out from high in a tree,
Imagine all this, as a keepsake to see.

Tomorrow the snow will make the children sing,
To the hills, a toboggan they will bring,
Soon, we will hear his sleigh bells ring,
And, all the Christmas bells will be jingling!



Written by : Kelly Deschler
For Leonora Galinta's contest - Christmas Epic
Form: Epic


Premium Member Do You Need Our Brochure

You can do this, just cut back your intake, it is not difficult at all
Says the socialist government, most of whom are as wide as they are tall.
If you put your heating thermometer back to forty-six degrees
You will see that paying that bill will be almost a breeze.

Wearing three sets of flannels and four pair of socks on your toes
Will help you survive this deficit, as most of our own elders know.
As for eating, you just need to drink eighty-three bottles of water a day.
You will be so full, your tummy will not need any food, in the U.K.

Pension credits could not continue; we needed our raises this year.
We will be eating elaborate feasts and giving you a toast and a cheer.
We can send you the brochure we paid eighty thousand to make.
Telling you to be more of a giver and stop wanting to be on the take.
Form: Rhyme

Lollipop Series- What I Love

Mommy deemed the three-year-old me as an honour
Said that I should become a doctor
Stethoscope and thermometer are in her gift bag
To spark the zeal in me, she set to wave a green flag. 


Daddy came all running to put a hard-hat on my head
Said that I should become a builder like his dad
I'll be a great architect, he believed, he already knew
He said it's inherited to me and is nothing new. 

Aunt wanted me to follow her baking love
Her skills, no doubt, deserve a bow. 
Cakes, cookies and all that she bakes
will now be taught to me, with no breaks. 

Uncle Tom said I should inspire the world with my words
He weens that they're powerful than the swords. 
An Orator or a writer, a counsellor or a life coach
Be it whatever, he says, I should be there for those who approach. 

Everyone has their plans for my future
Looks like I don't need school or a teacher.
I'll be home-schooled and trained every day
But should it start right from the 3rd birthday? 

I'm afraid they'ld stop talking to each other
As their dreams for me greatly differ. 
Keeping their dreams aside for a minute 
I thought of what I wanted, for a moment.

I want to smell the soil when it rains 
I want to swill down all the snow flakes
I want to ride a horse and tame rabbits
I want to make friends and take new hobbies. 

I want to build castles with clay
And play Peekaboo with Jill and Jay
I want to string the stars and crack the clouds to rain
Eat lots of cake and fake a belly pain. 

I love dirty feet and dusty hair
Clay and Crayons is what I care
Play, play, play the whole day
I plead you all not to block my way.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Cool Fever

COOL FEVER

                                    a Winter compress,
                            the giant ice cube —
                         a rubicon of
white gold pampering -
     the Spring gate is closed.

thermometer -
   brash, cache of chill.
          illness moves fast
                   o’er snowy hill.

                cool fever,
            this tizzy-
   snowmobile

racing
  torrent,

H-O-T

12/10/2019
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Chosen Title: Cool Fever
Checked by howmansyllables.com
Line 4 is 5 syllables Not 6
Final line is 1 syllable separated by hyphens

Premium Member The Good Life

Running the 95 from Jacksonville to Richmond
On a Sunday afternoon in June
The thermometer and the road signs read the same
Sunny and hot, the miles were winding away
When the gas tank and the hour called for a pit stop
Down the ramp we went to Small Town South, USA
The sign said BP and Old Time Diner, half mile away
I fed the car first and then snuck across the two lane
The Old Time Diner was not much to look at
The wife was not enthusiastic about the place
However, the boy and I were hungry
Chicken was fried, pork was smoked, beef was slow cooked
And smothered in gravy, collards were sweet, lima beans,
Corn on the cob, biscuits warm, corn bread, banana pudding
Can you smell it? Can you see it? Can you taste it?
The patrons were plentiful, the waitstaff was old
A sound track of greatest hymns serenaded us
I sang along as I know each one 
The boy chastised my singing, but with a smile
It’s a joyous meal, I’ve had better vittles
And certainly, dined in more upscale venues
Never enjoyed a meal more!
For almost an hour I fed my belly and my soul
I was witness to America and her people
This was the America I know and love
The America that is everywhere, and yet
Remains hidden to the ones who would deign not
To stop at The Old Time Diner, Small Town South, USA
Form: Narrative


Premium Member Little Johnnie's Ache

Little Johnny came home from school with a bellyache    
Naturally Mom feared the most recent local outbreak
Johnnie thankfully had no fever, she suspected it might be a fake
But strange and most bizarre Johnnie had no appetite for steak
Or even for his ultimate favourite strawberry shortcake

The next morning Johnnie barely could awake
Didn’t want to go to school because of a backache
Mom thought the cure might just be a nice big pancake
Or maybe the warm chocolate muffins that she’d bake
But Johnnie just wanted to curl up with his pet rattlesnake

In the afternoon, when Little Johnny mentioned a toothache
Mom reached for the thermometer in case the first time was a mistake
She sent Johnnie for a nap and sat pensive as she took her coffee break
Out the window she saw askew the mounds of leaves to rake
She got up and tiptoed up the stairs to see what was at stake

She found Johnny pouting wide-eyed and awake
As she extended to him a warm loving handshake
In her heart she felt a sudden jolt of earthquake
Poor Little Johnny was growing up at double take
And suffering acutely from his very first heartbreak



AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Form: Monorhyme

Premium Member Fearful of the Wrath of the Cook

Does the turkey look done? The young bride asked her husband.
She was having both families to Thanksgiving and she was nervous.
Her husband had no clue. He had not ever cooked a turkey either.
His mother was on her way. She had a meat thermometer in her purse.
She did not want to seem pushy, but she was ready to use it.

What do you think? The young bride asked her mother-in-law.
The young bride’s mother tried to give a suggestion, but she got snarled at.
So the mother-in-law kept the meat thermometer in her purse.
Fearful of the wrath of the young cook.
Not realizing women are never as mean to anyone else
As they are to their mothers as she was the mother to six sons, no daughters.

Premium Member Baby's Check List

I am taking care of my 11-month-old grandson. I love every-minute and he's stolen my heart. I've seen the growth within him with lots of love and affection he gets. He is crawling and into everything.  I never realized how many things needed for this small infant.

Car seat or they won't let you leave the hospital without one 
As many diapers as you think you'll need 
Diaper bag that handles everything you need on the go
Baby changing table, diaper change as quick as you can they get pretty squirmy
Wipes for their sensitive skin
Diaper rash ointment relieves baby's painful rash
Grocery store plastic bags, fantastic for disposing all those stinky diapers
Baby bath tub, there is such a sweet smell of a freshly bathed baby  
No tears baby soap
Washcloths
Baby bath towels hooded or non-hooded
Sleepers with buttons and snaps, they are so much easier to put on
Swaddle or baby blankets, wrapped snug arms from wiggling free
Nail clippers, he loves scratching the back of my arms and face
Baby brush
Baby comb
Thermometer
Baby clothes, they'll grow out of it so fast
Socks 
Shoes 
Bottles 
Formula or milk for hungry 
Bottle brush
Baby teething ring to relieve sore gums 
Baby binkis it tends to calm them when they are not feeding
Baby dishes
Baby spoon
Variety of baby food and cereal
Juices 
Highchair 
Bibs
A rocking chair to rock and kiss them good night.
Bassinet or Crib 
Crib sheets 
Toys, age appropriate for learning
Baby walker, fantastic to keep them busy for a little while 
Stroller, a must when you walk or shop
Baby proof your whole house, once they start crawling, they are into everything
Camera, time goes so fast you'll want to remember it all. 

7/29/2019

A dream worth living for
Born in the image of an unspoiled soul
Newborn stretches it's small limbs 
Hungers, cries, crawls, and walks 
A new peaceful dawn, a new world unfurled


5/14/2019



Poetry Contest: Writing Challenge 3, July 2019 - List 
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.
Form: List

Pleasant Spring Like Day January 12th, 2020

Pleasant spring like day January 12th, 2020

Courtesy climate change
(think global warming),
I would never wish to exchange
unseasonable temperature
way out of range
far to balmy, undoubtedly
ole man winter
weather did shortchange.

Once thermometer readings rise
even smidgen one moost not minimize
Earth way out of balance,
I haint gonna catastrophize
as bajillion acres plus

one after another ocean dries
even the skeptic cannot turn
blind eye and believe contrary lies
when every species practically extinct
and self proclaimed éminence grise

doth trumpet and stubbornly tries
to claim plethora unearthed resources
as sudden goldmine
against wages of sin
former traitor joe redeemers actualize

to catalyze nth industrial revolution
teaching as heresy
ecocentric, which material basket
of deplorables power mongers bowdlerize

Concurrence toward meteorological
trend most all people agree
toward adapting, experiencing,
and witnessing increase -

fair in height degree
bestowed upon Thomas Newcomen,
Richard Arkwright, Samuel Crompton,
Edmund Cartwright
and James Watt first Industrial

Revolution conferred as honoree
appellation not necessarily
in retrospect donned as noble pedigree,
now hundred of years

later downside we see
of belching, coughing,
disorging... yes siree
foul, (née deadly)
cancerous, gaseous, noxious... pollutants.

Decreased dissension 
grudgingly did abate
unclouded protests trumpet
Trump to abdicate
irrefutable proof generates
activist voices to accumulate
linkedin over Green Party 
blessedly to administrate

hoop fully figurative tide
will turn and aerate
political atmosphere whereby
progressive minds will affiliate
otherwise business as usual,
cuz spewing deadly particulate
will only aggravate
dire straits, where series

of unfortunate events will airdate
prophetic apocalyptic fate
especially if nonprogressive
stodgy commander in chief re-elected
flush with bigotry and hate
increased chance (chants) ripe state
for revolution avast swath
of population to amalgamate,

and overthrow anachronistic government
absolute zero survival unless dramatic
nondestructive strategy eschewed
to supplant exploitation and mandate
radical transformation, which dramatic
shift off grid if lucky requisite
Earth friendly manufacturing
can possibly ameliorate.

We Are Swallows Forever

Up and away we are
In v’ formation
The stronger are our flight path
The mercury on it's all time lowest
On the thermometer
We lost so many friends along the way
Flying in close situations
Immigrating brings good vibrations
No matter what the weather
We are Swallows Forever
We are bathing in the sun
High above on a wire
If I say that we don't have fun
Then you know I am a liar
Because when we cruise through the sky
Then you will wish you could fly
We sneak past the bird watchers
But they always recognise our call
We pull off a disappearing act in the fall
So that we don't lurk too long
To be a stuffed up trophy 
On some hunter's Wall
We are Swallows Forever
No matter what the weather
© Phatt Matt  Create an image from this poem.

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