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Your only four feet tall and you got a red nose taunts the scarlet witch
"But I have antlers strong & sturdy and I can outshine a blood moon anytime "
You can buck your horns but you can't deliver you silly caribou, she teases
"I am a legendary luminous being of light and I can see very well, every night "
You should be returned to isolation, Santa wouldn't use you , you rangifer twit
(sigh) if must you know, I was teleported to the North Pole, chosen by Santa !
(Wanda the scarlet witch who was only trying to toughen his hyde
decided to transport him to Wundagore Mountain
to see if he could survive the mountain goats out there !
"W000, what the dickens am I doing in the alps ? Yoo hoo, Oh Santa ! "
She stirred the four winds & blew across the fifty seas ,then whispered
to Rudolph, " are we done yet ?"
"I'm a reindeer, not a moose " (though by now he appeared more to be
pretty dusty, tired & worn, he didn't let up and he didn't give in.
When Xmas Eve arrived, Santa's sleigh with its Light Detection spotted
Rudolph and scooped down to pick him up.
From way up there in that wondrous sphere Rudolph waved to Wanda
below, then realized she was grinning from ear to ear.
In her ruby red dress she looked radiant. Like the first day they met,
on a fantastical journey. To drink tea and eat burntys together.
By the light of His ruby red nose.
Grandma : Hello. Is it you sunny, speak up I can't hear you
Grandson: Yes nanna its me. I am calling you from my car
Grandma: You are talking and driving, how is that possible
Grandson: I am using blue tooth nanna, so its ok,
Grandma: You're eating, driving and you have a blue tooth
(young people today, never heard of a dentist I tell ya !)
Grandson: I'm working on my book nanna, hired a ghost writer
(Dear God, he talks to ghosts like his late Uncle Georgio)
Grandma: You know your Uncle used to talk to fruit and now, you!
Grandson: No nanna I don't talk to fruit, he's my side kick
Grandma: Gian Carlo, when are you gonna toughen up
(he gets kicked in the ass by a ghost, shame shame )
Grandson : nanna I found him on twitter and he's not a hitter
Grandma: he chirps like a bird, so when are you coming
Grandson: look out your window nanna, I'm here
Grandma: Oh My is that really you Sunny, did you fly here?
Grandson: yes nanna I a here and I'm not a hologram,
Grandma: what ? ham ? I didn't make ham I made meatballs !
(wish he'd shut off that dam machine and just come in. )
The End.
Feb 19, 2021
I shied away from the sunlight today
I lied to myself and thought it was the truth in a way
I tell myself…as my skin above my blood begin to boil rapidly in anxiety—
Toughen up, it’s all on you, bud…but, when will I be free from despondency?
Vague are your words of distress so unconditional
They sparkle like diamonds, but they fade like fiery coal…
Insecure to the max and I don’t want to know your true colors
Impure desire and ire fire my soul again in colorful aura-like blurs
I have made my abominable mistakes
I yearn for your serenity to set me free
From despondency and hit the brakes
I feel uncanny and sensitive as always…
But, baby
Can’t you see…
I am…
Senselessly falling apart
Wishing you'd be my work of art
You are my lovely happiness
Love of mine...you are so joyous
I’m torn apart from the heart
Hold on till the end, someone told me long ago
I’m forlorn and fearful from the start
Once a secret is told, everybody knows, you know?
Left in the dark to think of all the wrong I’ve done
I’m your rainy clouds and you’re my shining sun
If only I knew for certain in full honesty
Do you love me for me possibly?
I don’t know what to do these days
I had to walk away from my selfish ways
I feel like I’m dying and crying inside
With this broken, solemn little pride
Dried up like a fall leaf in the breeze
Set my fiery spirits free and at ease
Love me like you did a long, long time
Love me when I’m in my successful prime
Please don’t leave me behind…
If you can be so kind,
Leave my mind not running dry
But wave goodbye and never ask why
But, I’ll tell you so, I’ll let you know
One more thing before I truly go —
I’m resilient and bold,
So far better than gold
I’m not much of an ogre he thought
As a chipmunk nibbled his twisted toe nail.
Nope, I like my fur fluffed and clean
And my nails…well, not painted
But neatly buffed and filed.
Damn! I hate meat. It like
Forever sticks in my teeth.
I think I’m a reincarnated vegan.
Toughen up kid!!
Grab that ogre vibe
Dinner will be anything
We can catch alive.
(worst hunting mantra ever)
An old owl shook its head
Asked its forever question:
”Who?.. are you?”
He drives me nuts
Every day
Same old question. Until…
That one day he said
“Who do you want to be?”
I confusedly answered:
“I am not sure.”
“Then go and find out”
He hooted
As silent wings
Took flight.
©3/24/2024
Writing Challenge – “O” Words Poetry Contest
Constance La France – Sponsor
Sometimes I make embarrassing mistakes.
I own them all. Excuses aren’t my style.
I know I’m not as wise as I should be.
Close-to-perfection’s something I am not!
If I know I have wronged you, I will say
I’m sorry, and I won’t proceed with “but.”
You know that word negates apologies!
The one who feels she’s always right--I’m not.
I know the Bible means just what it says.
If it says I’ve done wrong, I surely have.
I know its tenets are NOT out-of-date.
Reviser of the Scriptures—I am not!
I often fail to see how blessed I am.
I may be blind sometimes to others’ needs.
I’m too thin-skinned; I need to toughen up.
A model Christian’s something I am not!
************************
I love my dairy—ice cream, milk, and cheese.
My steak tonight? Please grill it—medium.
Potatoes? Mashed, and add some butter, please.
A vegan’s something I will never be!
Date: July 31, 2019
Contest Title: Something I Am Not
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Writing was a passion
Passion masked the nail
Your child’s way of life was writing
Mom’s little author she thinks
Mom boasts about the qualities of an author son
Mom doesn’t know there’s a nail in the picture
Your son is sitting,
Feeling the rusty nail pierce his brain
This nail is masked
Your son begs for aid in removing the nail
Mom ignores the begs
Mom tells child to toughen up
This nail eventually takes a toll to the child’s heart
The child begs to his mom
Mom ignores the begs
The child can’t deal with the pain
The nail is now taking full control
Mom ignores the begs
Mom opens child’s door next day
The nail just pinned the coffin
Now the mom listens
Picture me at ease
Think of me enjoying one last breeze
The characteristics in my personality
so hard to please
Saturday mornings it’s Ric D’s
Another mother
trying to feed her family from her knees
It’s all good in your eyesight
But you and I
were born to stand on the other side of right
And I can’t reach for heaven
For the statistics say I’m only five, seven
I just want you to picture me at ease
Think of me enjoying one last breeze
Fact is after the hugs, kisses, and unfortunate risk
Yes my dreams will shatter
The past is made
yet the future remains a broken pattern
My only token is plastic leather, “Plather”
I’ll be here, therefore and after
Someone to grasp you, embrace your tears
But picture me at ease
Just think of me enjoying one last breeze
And it’s the same depressing song
That keeps us stretching past the wrong
Smiles and guilt trips
cause we are only stressing to live long
Better yet it’s a blessing to rest at home
My can tin’s filled with nothing
My palms is blistered, my misery telling me to toughen
I’m living to die
So I don’t often bother with breathing
Nonsense is adolescents teething
But picture me at ease
Think of me enjoying one last breeze
IRIS...IRIS
You're a Virus!
I hate your crying
And abhor your whining!
We made a Choo-Choo
You cried blue
When I squeezed your shoulders
To make you bolder!
You whined, "Nooo!"
Halting my show!
IRIS...IRIS...
You're a TYRANT!
I did my best to toughen you up
But, you spilled "all the milk" in your paper cup
When you cried out the single word "No!"
Now, who on earth, would ever know
You boxed me OUT - cold like Tyson
On life's cityscape ring in the world's horizon!
Oh, yes...you did...Iris..Iris!
You SURE did make an Iris..Iris
Out of ME
Forever a tyrant, I shall deem you be....
Friday night will bee our night for dancing
Humble was exhausted after his first week of work.
He had helped people before, here and there,
But today it seemed like on his back he carried the Earth.
His body was aching, there was no mistaking,
It had really been a tough week.
So he would toughen up, work harder next time;
He could no longer afford to bee weak.
The life of a drone seemed quite simple from a distance,
But the reality was you covered a lot of distance.
Flying around all day searching for the nectar
And you couldn’t have a day off, no matter what the weather.
There was always more pollen to collect,
So it was not a job Humble could afford to neglect.
The hive needed nectar, so every day he would look far and wide,
And on every flower head.
He worked on his own, but there were plenty of other drones,
Who were usually looking around the same plants.
So the days went quite quick, you did your bit
And at the end of the week, you went out to dance!
Humble was so sure he would meet someone he could fall in love with,
As soon as he went in and sat down, guaranteed!
But although his friends were there and he had a good laugh,
He saw Bee-Real meet his new girlfriend and that was that.
Blondebee had lots of attention from another man.
Tiny Dancer was dancing with yet another bee.
Aw man! Thought Humble, everyone is happy but me man!
And that night he walked home, a lonely little bee.
And so it continued, each week the same;
No love for Humble, he felt so lame.
Even Prince found a girlfriend and he never even spoke!
Humble thought this is beyond the joke!
The next week Bee-Real bought his girlfriend with him.
Lovebee was her name and she had a beautiful grin.
One night Tiny Dancer and Blondebee shared a kiss,
But Blondebee told Humble, it didn’t mean a thing,
Because he was the one she really wanted to bee with
And so, like a fool for love, Humble dived right in…
Blondebee soon became Humbles first girlfriend…
Is this where the story ends…?
(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
What if God said
“I cannot love you all.”
“you will have to toughen up,
look after each other,
love one another.”
“What!!! How can I love
as He?”
“Oh, God”, said God,
“have you learned nothing”
“are you still consumed
by looks, and feelings,
by crusted credos?”
“But I do not understand
their words, their moods,
their beliefs?”
“Nor do they, yours”
“For you are they
and they are you.”
“Would you shun the hungry child?”
“Leave bare the naked babe?”
“Lock your heart to its presence?”
What if God said:
“I cannot love you all
why can’t you all love
one another?”
John G. Lawless
©12/10/2022