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Summer came and went too fast, but I still had a blast!
I wish this warm weather could last forever.
Feeling the sun's rays during these lazy days;
Taking a dip in the pool to keep ourselves cool;
Kids all scream for delicious ice cream.
Dancing to the music; drinking water when it's humid;
No need to brag when you got swag!
Going on nightly strolls: Call me butter cause I'm on a roll.
Playing video games with friends:
Why did summer have to end?
Now it's time for fall, y'all,
And Back to School season after all.
So Summer, I bid you so long for now;
As cooler temperatures return, take a bow.
I can't wait to do it again!
See you next year until then.
So many things I want to tell you my Dad
But I choke up in tears feeling awfully sad,
I grew-up so fast since the day you died
Pledging urgently to do well as tears dried.
Don't recall listening to anything you said
Never took trash out, never made my bed,
You asked me to study, keep up my grades
Instead I focused on video games I played.
To earn my badges, we went on scouting trips
Soon after, I stopped going to their meetings.
You will be proud Dad, now I have some clout
I honored your will becoming an Eagle Scout.
Remember the day when we played baseball
You stole second base ahead of my fast ball.
Recalling happy times with love and might
We miss you so much at dinner every night.
I have aced my grades in science and math
Well on my way to choosing a career path,
I'm proud to tell you Stanford accepted me
On a full scholarship I'll complete my degree.
I was so self absorbed, always feeling mad
I never told you how much I love you Dad.
I wish to be just like you, but can never be
Standards you set are so high to achieve.
I have taken a job to help Mom pay the bills
We watch every penny avoiding the thrills.
Mom will visit you soon, she's well as can be
Please let her know you're so proud of me!
Placed 2nd
September 16, 2017
Poems that paint a picture 2
Rhyme:aabb
Painting by: Mike Theuer
Sponsor: Silent One
I have a sad story that requires music that's played by a fiddle.
I've been wounded and I'm spending Black Friday at the hospital.
Gamestop announced that they were knocking 80 percent off of Playstation 4s.
Less than one hour later, paramedics wheeled me through the hospital doors.
I tried to grab a PS4 from a woman, I thought because she was a woman, she wouldn't put up a fight.
But she stabbed, clawed, poked and she even decided to bite.
I really wanted that Playstation 4 because of how little it cost.
But when that woman was through, a lot of my blood was lost.
I'm at the hospital on Black Friday and it's a real shame.
Why did I want that PS4, I don't even like video games.
A well-worn witch flits and twists through the indigo mist.
Gloating in genius, I look at my well-read list.
Bats shaken out of their sleep, come out to dive bomb.
I toast them with my dragon breath, singing a psalm.
The witch gives me a shake of her dirty little fist.
She makes me happy with her anger. I tie down her wrist.
Her pet crow dive bombs me as I add to the pyre.
I will lash him to it also, before I set the fire.
Do you think you are being too cruel? Little dragon asks me.
I roll my eyes, happy as I could ever and I mean EVER be.
My mind is made up. I am getting rid of all this garbage today.
My children are so crazy about these video games they do not want to play.
Halloween Horrors is the first video game to toss.
Followed by Witchy Wind Chimes and Ghost Busters by Ross.
I smile at the icons as they are deleted from my phone.
Now we can be a family again. Is that a ringtone?
Written: 9-13-2019
Contest: Welcome to My Random World
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
BIO Of A Simple Man Called Me
Coming from a normal family
Perhaps not by today’s standards
I had two loving parents who stayed together
They lived and died together, that was their choice
And molded me to be a humble man of virtue
Most friends and family call me “gullible”
I believe anything you tell me… but only once
My parents named me Earl and wished me luck
Short stories, plays, novels, and sometimes poetry, is my way of life
I have nothing published but I still like to write
No one will pay me for reading books, so I played the game
Giving people subpoenas, travel documents, all in the same day
A travel manager by day, a constable’s officer by night
I’ve led an interesting, sometimes dangerous life
I’ve even had a wife or two and a couple of children along the way
I love chess and Zelda video games and played for hours
The Beatles are the best of the very best for music pleasure
Kafka, Samuel Beckett and Hesse are still such fun to read
People still call me gullible and lame
But I’m still standing, still playing in the game
Created on 10/09/14 for BIO Poems -Poetry Contest
Naomi has seen this sight many times before
She knows Mrs. Bee will be gone in two days
If not before
She makes her as comfortable as she can
The doctor comes in; he takes the lady’s hand
Attempts to speak with her
Naomi busies herself cleaning up the room
What do you think? The doctor asks the nurse
Her name is Paula, she is not empathic.
No idea says Paula. It could be two months or two minutes.
Paula spends much of her day playing video games.
Not paying any attention to her patients.
As a certified nursing assistant, Naomi is invisible.
No one asks her thoughts
Or realizes she is there
I am sorry, honey, she says.
I think you will be gone before your relatives get here.
Should we call the relatives? Paula asks.
No idea about the time line, he replies.
Naomi, the certified nursing assistant is correct.
The woman is gone before morning.
As you sit and ponder
You begin to wonder
Where have the days gone?
Those carefree bygone days
Of skipping rope
Of tag and kickball
No more will you be small
Grown up now, bills to pay
Your own kids to raise
Watching as they play
No more tag or skipping rope
Video games are in their scope
Days turn into months and years
Filled with tears and many cheers
Your own kids now all grown
Planning for the unknown
Where have the days gone?
You are no longer young and new
Your grey hair your silent testimony
To your life’s journey of adulthood
So much wisdom you have gained
Yet here you sit and ponder
Where have the days gone?
Hoping that you’ve done your best
Before you go for your eternal rest.
10/16/15
What I miss is not the glittering gold,
Nor mansions vast with tales untold,
Not luxury cars or vacations grand,
But a humble life with a roof to stand,
Enough to live with modest means,
In the quiet, where true peace gleams.
What I miss is not the brunettes bright,
Nor blondes with hair like morning light,
But a simple, loving woman near,
To share in days both bright and drear,
A partner true in life's embrace,
A steady love, a tender grace.
What I miss are not the tech displays,
From Apple II to modern craze,
Not video games or gadgets new,
But a simple phone to see me through,
To speak with friends and foes alike,
To bridge the gaps, to take the hike.
What I miss are not the fleeting friends,
From social media’s latest trends,
But those few hearts who truly care,
To share our lives, the burdens bear,
To talk of past and present days,
In laughter's light, in sorrow’s haze.
What I miss are not the kin who seek,
For wealth, for gain, for favors weak,
But kith and kin who selfless be,
Just wanting nothing, just wanting me,
Their presence pure, their love so true,
In their embrace, life’s skies turn blue.
What I miss are not grand sacred halls,
Temples, churches with echoing calls,
Nor gurus wise or rituals old,
But a quiet place where I can hold,
A moment still, to meditate,
To feel the divine, to resonate.
I'm a pro-cyclist, and I despise people with flab
So it hurts that my folks don't walk, they'd rather take a cab.
I describe my races at the dinner table, but all they do
Is nod politely and say, "pass the stew"!
I took my nephew Chad cycling, such a pain:
As soon as we hit Salton hill, he began to complain
He asked why I couldn't leave him alone before his PC
Playing video games with his friend Tim McGee
He hadn't finished dungeons, a dragon he didn't yet slay,
How could some dumb trees compete with a world where heroes play?”
I said to my dubious nephew, "you got to get the blood to flow.
"You’ll find in sweat and aching limbs a truth that few will know,
Fresh air and nature beat any pixel combination
Look around you, take a breath, you'll feel a true elation.
We passed decomposing roadkill, Chad grimaced at the stink
But then a dark car passed, I gave the driver a wink
It was Chad's friend's dad, we had made a conspiracy
Chad would have a surprise; we'd meet Tim McGee.
Chad was about to quit but then his cell phone played Maroon Five.
He pulled it out, it was his friend, I hoped this trip could revive
Tim said he was waiting at Dunkin Doughnuts on Salton Hill crest
Chad brightened up, hit the pedals, sailed up the steep road west.
Chad outrode the wind, like a lion on the chase.
I couldn't keep up with him, how could I save face?
I was humiliated, in my mind I was the pro
I guess hard truths in life make a man grow.
We got to Dunkin Doughnuts, with a view way up high
I was wheezing and straining, and I wanted to cry
There was Tim and Chad sharing Cinnamon Sugar Surprise
Chad was just getting started; he wanted a burger and fries.
I had spent years eating arugula and sprouts
Organic fruit, and probiotics, and all those intense workouts
But I was beaten by Chad, who spends life before a screen
I've hung up my bike, life isn't just tough, it's also downright mean.
The children climbed on to the wooden airplane
Their mouths were going a mile a minute to all
The different kinds of places they could go even
as far
Away as Zanzibar
Which I found quite spectacular.
To hear these children be able to obtain
And sustain
This fascinating trip was almost bizarre.
The children climbed on to the wooden airplane
Their mouths were going a mile a minute to all
The different kinds of places they could go even
as far
Away as zanzibar.
It was amazing how they ascertain
Through video games that they were real pilots who
Have for years been using radar
To cross Hazardous terrain
Which gave my mind a slight jar.
These children in all their innocence which they
Weren't aware knew how to entertain.
The children climbed on to the wooden airplane
Their mouths were going a mile a minute to all the
Different kinds of places they could go even as far
Away as Zanzibar.