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The moon shone full and bright
From its very lofty height
On this special night,
As the Tooth Fairy shook out her wings for flight
The message came in loud and clear
A child has lost a tooth that's pearly white.
Nobody knows what this beautiful lady looks like.
She drifts in to the light
From the nightlight.
Not a sound do you hear
As over to the bed she draws near.
She feels the envelope under the pillow with its
Special freight.
The Tooth Fairy takes the Tooth out of the envelope
With care
The child shows no sign of fright
For the child has gone off to sleep with eyes shut
Tight.
Now in to the envelope goes the money for the
Tooth that is pearly white.
The trade has been made with out fear.
Next morning at daylight
A child picks up the envelope face full of delight
Knowing the Tooth Fairy has taken the tooth
Back to her place and that's alright.
Form:
My heart did beat,
A fortress of stone, with no retreat,
I kept the world at bay with ease,
And let no one come close to me.
But then one day, a crack appeared,
A chink in my armor, to be feared,
A stranger's kindness broke me open,
And all my defenses were broken.
I felt the warmth of human touch,
And love's sweet power was too much,
To hold on to my old ways,
And shut out love for all my days.
Now my heart beats with new life,
And joy and love replace the strife,
I see the world with open eyes,
And embrace the changes, no more lies.
The transformation has been profound,
From cold and heartless, to love unbound,
I'm grateful for the change of heart,
And for love's power that set me apart.
I thought I knew it all,
My beliefs were firm and tall,
I held my views with iron grip,
And judged those who didn't fit.
But then one day, a seed was sown,
A doubt crept in, and I was thrown,
Off-balance by a new idea,
That challenged all I held so dear.
I fought against it, tooth and nail,
Refused to let my old thoughts fail,
But slowly, surely, over time,
I saw the light, and changed my mind.
Now I see the world anew,
With empathy and a wider view,
I understand that different views,
Can both be right, and both be true.
My heart has opened up to learn,
To see the good in each concern,
And though it's hard to change one's ways,
I'm glad I did, and changed my phase.
For now I see the beauty in,
A world that's full of diverse kin,
And though we may not all agree,
We can respect each other, and be free.
Each child is unique
there is room for them all
Like sparkling pearls
sprinkled over the sky
With angel dust
to luminous memories
- an important first step
- the first tooth
- dressed in a feather-light summer dress
- the taste of the first snow
The play, the reality and the imagination
tracks made on the journey
Real, close and direct
18/11/2021
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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I am a bad, bad, BAD boy
*** and NC-17 qualified,
I frequent the easy streets in leisure zone
and walk with a swagger.
I own my time
I own my dreams
I have my own plans,
I am the center of my domain--
I, Me and Myself,
I don't waste my time
to appease nobody,
I know what I want and
ain't afraid to go for it,
I don't just sit and mope
I got to get up and get going.
I am a bad, bad boy,
I don't suffer fools easily
Nor a politician or a priest,
I'm impatient with small talks
wading through friendly BS.
I am honest and don't beat around
the bush – foreplay is a waste of time,
I go for the main show!
I am cocky and like to tease--
A lighthearted back-and-forth
keeps a relationship passionate and fiery,
I engage in verbal swordplay.
I am a bad, bad boy
I don't want to get caught praying
or coming out of a confession,
Neither would I like to be seen
drinking beer or champagne,
A Jack Daniel's on-the-rock kinda guy,
Hair messy and a slight stubble,
least to smile, chewing a dead cigar,
Twinkle in my eyes, a gold tooth,
adorned all over with pledge-of-love tattoos
I'll stand up for my girl and fight,
For I am a bad, bad, BAD boy
But, a good, good, GOOD man!
~Casarah Nance contest, Prompt 2
Wide Awake At Two Plus Hours After Midnight...
(actually, now at present time juiced
well nigh high noon same day)
On this January nineteenth
tooth thousand and nineteen
dogged by an earlier notion
searching soul to glean,
(while at Collegeville Diner)
above place previously wrought
poem hammered from this peon
expounded possibly seen,
asper belated birthday
outing now I mean
to expound upon nagging, yet keen
existential question, sans what purpose
validates yours truly within skien
of terrestrial webbed wide world,
no...no...no not
simply pocketing green
backs (banknotes, legal,
tender, money, et cetera), but now bean
older, and displeasing lee not so lean
when just a slip (pre) youth decades ago
yea, that would be
when I hapt tubby a teen
with nary a concern,
nope not even to preen
myself much to the dismay
of my late mother, nay
no idea why lackadaisical, illogical,
and antithetical bee hay
vee yore prevailed, but more to the point
rarely when young and naive did stray
thoughts besiege my mind,
that LX vintage sketchy,
shady, and seedy gray
area bothered concerning,
hounding, pestering and fill lay
mignon noggin ready toboggan
any price you say
for this staged coached blarney
finding this mortal questioning... ray
zing meaning, purpose,
and underlying importance, gestalt, design...
of life more so today
meaning since recent past
also taking stock of
accomplishments from way
back, and feeling stymied okay
at a loss to delineate
any rhyme or reason
to shout hip...hip hooray
quite the contrary, which following
admission might appear cray zee,
but aye decry barely
living capped off with oy vey!
Understanding ourselves is a wonderful truth.
A jagged mirror posited a torn clueless identity.
Pals left me as a yore youth with a magic tooth.
I feed my fears till they fade, leaving me futility.
The stud concept is flawed—for screaming loud.
In retrospect, this location reveals a lot of sounds.
The ego is beyond what shows in a mirror shroud.
Such strangling shadows in the quagmire of love
I am still alive—such a steam vapor from above.
From mockery and uproar to the rising shove
Is life joy— or only a shipwreck with no smooth?
If the wind is right, just sail toward serenity.
A blameless man rose up among the crowd,
Ego and soul fit each other as hands in glove.
1st place contest winner
Written: February 28, 2023
Writing Challenge - I Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
This poem form is the Fragmented Rhyme invented and Conceived by Constance La France. It has 14 lines with indentation, and a rhyme scheme, as follows: ABABCCCDDDABCD
First hosting angels with God and son
Then I'd become a glimmer in my father's eye
Met my mother then I arrived
A babe with NO teeth
At age of three I have some bones
Cartilages harden made of marrow
A babe first cut my tooth
On a chicken bone when left alone
As my molars chew the marrow
Ate crackling-bread and while still in bed
Stomach full of Gerber food fed
Shown a smile one small girl child
Two years old baby teeth
I won't bite the hand that feeds me
Now a teenage girl with curly hair
Pony tail and a smile that shines so bright
And ensemble that lights up the night
Teeth gapped not perfect yet still I smile, I talk
Now a full grown woman with this big white smile
Smile on, shine on, smile
Like when I was a child
Now an aged senior woman in my seventies
Set lights out and I'm older aged in bone density
Ravished no more dental for me
I'll drink water and eat pasta spaghetti
Yet I smile for now I have
None left???
Yet I smile for now I have
False teeth
Like a rotten brown fallen leaf
I leave now I have
False teeth
Written by James Edward Lee Sr (c)2014
Written for "University of Nebraska @ Omaha Celebrate: A collection of Writings about Woman. " Celebrate "
December 2 2014
I love to hike straight down the hill
And stroll along the bottom.
Bottom
It’s nice to do it in the spring,
But best of all is autumn.
Autumn
In fall, the colors, sudden, turn
From green to yellow, red;
The foliage is pulling back,
And some of it is dead.
Is dead
The creek down there is very cool;
The pools are not so deep,
And I can take my boots right off,
And soak my weary feet.
My feet
In spring and winter? Very nice!
But best of all is autumn.
The summer months are just too hot.
Big, biting flies? We got ’em!
Got ‘em!
I love to stroll the bottom then
Beneath the giant trees;
There’s not a lot of underbrush
So you can move with ease.
With ease
We often hike the Northeast Pole;
It’s just a metal stake.
And then, with compass, turn towards home;
Our bearings, we can take.
Can take
We always seem to get off course;
We somehow lose our mark.
Perhaps the squirrels distract us, or
It might just be it’s dark.
It’s dark
I love to stroll the bottom land;
It’s always such a thrill!
But when I’m done, it’s not so fun
To hike back up that hill.
That hill
The climb right there looks quite severe,
But we can surely try.
On second thought, I’m having doubts;
It’s really steep, oh my!
Oh my!
I do not know if I will take
that hike most every day,
For I am getting long of tooth,
And hair that’s full of gray.
Of gray
I love hike straight down the hill.
And stroll along the bottom.
Bottom
This climb is hard, if truth be told,
‘Cuz winter’s near, past autumn.
Autumn
Sand slipped away through an hour glass timer
Oblivious to a bottle neck of irrevocable pain
Next to a tube of toothpaste and a cake of soap
It rested under a broken mirror in the washroom
Not far from 4 ply loo role waiting for meaning
Tim needed a brave shave and brazen reflection
Reached for the cabinet holding razor and brush
Decay had become a bit too long in the tooth but
His silver tinged stubble was tangled and weary of
Hiding wrinkles and forced smiles on his cheek
Can’t turn the clock back however much I might try
His gaze fell upon fine comb and elegant scissors
Sharp and bright eyed he glanced at ambivalent shears
Growth and change resides on the inside he pondered
Tim tied beads to his beard instead and let his hair down
06th January 2020
Taking risks
Ride for a fall, we enjoy and relish,
Idea of taking risks in life why not cherish ?
Play with fire, have your heart in front,
Even if you expect to be burnt,
Put your head in lion's mouth,
It's time to prove you are worth,
Dare take the bear by the tooth,
Leave everyone surprised by your youth,
Take a leap in the dark,
Arouse your valiant spark,
Have guts of a gladiator's pledge,
Prove yourself by dancing on the razor's edge !
A roulette' wheel, go for your life,
Be it sorrow or joy, suave or strife !
Written on 7/8/14
Contest- three themes
Theme- taking risks
Sponsor- Shadow Hamilton
Awarded 2nd place