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A kindergarten memory
I have is very strong
And no one can corroborate
Or prove that I am wrong.
We’re gluing shapes to paper
And two colors we could use.
I look at all the choices
When deciding which to choose.
I proudly pick the purple
And to go with it, the red.
My teacher, though, suggests
I switch to red and blue instead.
Her reasoning is simply that
My colors do not match.
As I remember it, she felt
She’d saved me with her catch.
Imagine if I’d had the guts
To stick with what I liked.
Perhaps when projects came my way
I might’ve been more psyched.
By nullifying what I chose
The teacher, I think, fails,
For all she did was knock the wind
Right out from ‘neath my sails.
An artist I will never be –
Those skills I don’t possess.
Yet red and purple still look good
Together, I profess.
A bit of life I cut and paste
The country life I share
So you can have a little taste
Of what it's like out their
We've bats that hit those not on guard
With song birds that alight
The bulls they charge without a card
Oh dear, that's just not right
A buck that rams all it can see
Now it sees very much
A ram that bucks the likes of me
Now that has him in dutch
The geese will pinch you with their bills
At least they do not charge
The barn cats eat our food til filled
But love from me they sparge
The rabbits keep on making more
Each will have eight I say
That's one reason cats are here
So rabbits run away
The farm that's in the dell some shun
But it to me is home
So take a trip and have some fun
You'll find there's space to roam.
Limericks written in Limerku form where words are counted, not syllables.
To some contest hosts, it seems to be very inconsequential
Perhaps they see poetry by a living brain as nonessential
What a disservice to the human hand
When AI poetry should receive a reprimand
Users have no shame in winning. They're positively nonpenitential
So easily now they've learned how to cheat by utilizing
the way AI allows, by using the means of humanizing
No hesitation over which buttons to click
and what they post is a goldbrick
Lines of blah blah blah, unappetizing that needs closer analyzing
The sponsors I continue to write for have dwindled low
Never would I post something that was empty of emo
Poetry should come from heart and soul
And if anyone cares... truth be told
Those who take unearned wins, I label them a bozo
Grasping in the midst
As the days have gone by
A silent of a voice as one did cry
A listening sound as the tunnels got dark
A day in remembrance as the ocean light sparked
A cry in the wilderness from the deep sound of noise
Listening in the winds as the darkest days mourned
A silence upon as the trees blowing limbs
Until one day the time got near
A quiet moment in the air
As one did stare
A breath of fresh air
Renewed in the presence
Stairs climbed fast
A look upon disguise
As the other take a breath
So very surprised
Lights are dimmed
A light turning bright
In the middle of the day
Until the sunlight
Whispering winds abroad
As a loud sound recalled
Grasping in silence, like a breath of fresh air
Dreams as an awakening thought
Was it all amidst?
Just a dream awakened to the reality
A moment of a dream eventuality.
Painting pictures with imagery
Watching as white turns into a splash of colors
Wash away the gray in the sky
And the bleak feelings in my chest
My mind is a broken canvas
And though I do my best to paint
The colors eventually fade
Leaving me in a shivering fit
The best moments in my life
Play out in my dreams every night
Always from a decade ago
Never anything new
Tears chase paint
Rolling down the canvas
Leaving black trails
Forever scarring my mind
No grand delusions
My grandeur faded in ages past
If I could say it all
I'd tell you to walk away
Chase not the demon in the bottle
Every day little pieces of who I used to be
Disappear, disappear, disappear
And what's left behind is just an empty shell
I hold this canvas up
It's a portal to my very soul
I'm sorry it's not prettier
I'm sorry it's so dark and twisted
Every sin and every flaw
Every dream and every ambition
Look at this silly thing
It's changing
Empty white explodes with color
The lifeblood of my muse
Gives my thoughts meaning
Showing it was always there
Painting pictures with imagery
Watching as white turns into a splash of colors
Wash away the black in my heart
And the dead feelings in my chest
Hi, my name is Precious,
And most folk do agree,
That my name is a perfect fit,
For little 'ol sweetheart me.
I'm a toy Pomeranian,
And I was bred to lie on laps,
Which happens to be the very place,
I love to take my naps.
I must confess, I am a beauty,
With my fluffy, golden hair.
My liquid chocolate eyes are bright,
With the intelligence I bear.
I am fed the most delicious treats,
I'm pampered and adored.
Some folk think that I'm too spoiled,
But their opinions I ignore.
My purpose in life is two-fold:
To look adorable and be a friend.
It's my joy and delight to fulfill each one,
And I'll do so 'til the end.
I want to thank my mistress,
For making me the dog I am today:
A beautiful, adored little darling,
I'm Precious! What more can I say?
6/28/12 For Tanya Harrington's "Dog Gone Tales" contest
Horrible monster roaming the streets . . .
Abhorrent beastly creatures deplorable
Little kids in cute costumes holding daddy's hand
Laughing children running here and there
Orange pumpkins on porches blinking
Wailing and yowling sounds from hidden speakers
Eager the kids knock on doors
Every kid yells . . . TRICK OR TREAT
Nameless faces in disguise
Now at the corner is a very, very old house
Inside a bent, wrinkled lady lives with her black cat
Going to the door the kids are unsure and afraid
HAPPY HALLOWEEN! She yells with a great big smile
Take a treat or two, please! M e o w purrs her soft black kitty
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October 20, 2016
Acrostic
For the contest, Halloween Night
sponsor, Eve Roper
Second Place
Couldn't you shoot the arrow
Did my bouquet pop up
Break the inner self
Drown the inner sun
And that is not easy
Did you go to climb the hill
To be in the cloud at the peak
Did my flowers block your ascent
You may remove the obstruction
The scent you can't do away with
Candles of life are very powerful
It's hard to blow them out
If you kill my tree here
It will sprout where you are now
It will grow innumerable branches
No point in unlocking a dark door
I am always with you, think once more
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19 June 2017
Based on Rupi Kaur ~Quote Prompt~
'EVEN WHEN YOU UNDRESS HER YOU ARE SEARCHING FOR ME. I AM SORRY I TASTE SO GOOD THAT WHEN THE TWO OF YOU MAKE LOVE IT IS STILL MY NAME THAT ROLLS OFF YOUR TONGUE ACCIDENTALLY'
I can't control the wind
I woke up this morning,
not much to do, I said.
So children were woken,
and into the kitchen I went.
But something happened, as water was poured for tea.
this kitchen i said, oh my oh no, look how messy.
As my hands slipped into hot wet bubbles,
I got busy with brush and plate.
Feeling wound up, into dishes I delved
making dishes my own safe place.
A frenzied morning before work begins
I feel so out of control,
then I remember, though shocked I was,
I cannot control the wind.
Try as I might, strive strong and long
I seem to be losing this fight,
kids go left when I say right,
and I realize once again, i cannot control the wind.
Grow up strong, grow up proud, get a job, get paid,
So I push and ponder and power through each very very long day
Meetings, chats and Telegram, its all too much
stop I'll try but i realise, I cannot control the wind.
Nothing I do and nothing I say,
can I manipulate a moment to go my way.
I stomp around busy all day
and screech, STOP, I have had enough.
In a pause, a moment to breathe,
sanity slowly returns, and I realise
I am only me and I cannot control the wind!
So clenched hands open and feet stand still,
as surrender I do, all control
to a God that knows it all.
Who smiles at my effort,
but knew from end to begin
his daughter full of passion, purpose and pride,
cannot control the wind.
As I slow to a stop, refocusing on Him,
I realise something so true.
The one that created the world and breathed life into everything,
It is Him and only He, who can control the wind.
Chantelle Smith
21 September 2020
When I think of all the things my mother taught me
and all the things my father said
I am really glad that some things,
went by the wayside
while other things aren't dead !
As I recall my mother bold and headstrong
the way she coached me until the very end
I also recall my father's words of caution
and the way he raised me,
with just one single smile.
Reflections of the Past * Visions of the Future
Mom and dad both taught me how to live
As I hold onto sutures of yesterday's once was
I unravel truths about myself,
each time I stop, think and pause.