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Little Red Riding Santa Girl with a heart of unconditional love
Headed the reindeer north, steering them to Christmas above
In the clouds of fantasy land, the empathetic waited.
They cheered when they saw her; she had been anticipated.
The prophecy is true then, the reindeer whispered to himself.
I know! Gasped the psychic elf, who had escaped from nature’s shelf.
Is it the true Red Riding Santa Girl? The King of Christmas asked.
I am sure it is! Said the excited Snow Queen with a gasp.
The sleigh got closer to the frozen town, and everyone gave a cheer.
The mission was going to be much easier and happier this year.
They had been waiting for the prophecy for so long, they were excited.
To finally meet Red Riding Santa Girl, left all of them delighted.
She jumped off of the sleigh and gave them hugs, all around.
I dreamed that this winter wonderland could now finally be found.
My mission is clear, to help Santa every Christmas Eve.
I received a packet of seeds that read wildflowers,
the seeds were a variety of shapes and tones;
some big and some quite small,
I planted them and watered them and waited.
Soon, green sprouts were starting to show,
and some were growing very, very fast;
it looked like a vine and in no time had hooked,
tentacles everywhere and not pretty either.
I asked a friend what she thought this plant was,
and she said- these are runner beans;
I hated them and ripped them out of my garden,
but they still come back and I keep ripping them out.
They are hideous and ugly and definitely
not wildflowers!
Added after Judging August 18, 2019
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Written - August 8, 2020
Poetry/Verse/Those Hideous Vines
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1276-522-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, "Mystery Seeds"
sponsor, Carolyn Devonshire
First Place
On December 1th after a russet sunset lingered a bit,
the dusk had to lay its dark veil on the auburn Nature without sounds;
and I accidentally spotted on the southern side of the clear sky:
the half moon and two twinkling stars: one pointing West,
the other pointing East...and this star resembled a lot
the one that appeared on the manger in Bethlehem...
and the Gospels were very specific about its awesome purpose
and the significance of the birth of a Godly child!
Eastern star of December, when Jesus was born,
you shone brighter than any star throughout the Heavens,
to bring that light that was overshadowed by sin...
when the Earth was ruled by tyrants who had no love in themselves;
and your appearance makes me glad to put it into a believer's words!
Eastern star of December, you let me trace your origin:
from the time when your glorious journey began...
to bring hope to Mankind from a little town in Israel!
Am I the only one to have discovered your hidden spot,
where anyone could see you above the grove of pines
and the scattered maple trees from a grassy terrain?
And am I the chosen one to witness what nobody can?
Is this vision a privilege that faith bestows upon the wise,
who believe in the evidence that is immediately discerned
without recurring to absurd assumptions to allow doubt!
Oh, I still look up and glorify Him to receive more wisdom!
Eastern star of December, you can't be forgotten to time....
as an insignificant celestial body, and they have tried to erase your splendor:
with a disbelief so great to keep Mankind from finding that true light!
Eastern star of December, you were assigned to baby Jesus...
so that everyone could behold Him as your brilliance glowed on His divine face!
Easter star of December, spend this night telling me of His birth at the manger...
how He waited for the Wise Men to proclaim Him: the King of Kings!
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
When I was young and hearty,
I once sowed a measly seed,
And saw with awe
the paltry seed grow into
a beautiful flowering tree
permeating all around
sweet fragrance
pleasing to the soul.
I likewise sowed
a shiny silver dollar,
And with bated breath
waited to see if it grows
into my dream tree:
A tree with branches of solid silver
and sparkling silver leaves,
It will bear fruits of shiny
gold and silver coins and
make all my dreams
to come true!
With glitters in my eyes,
And overbearing anticipation,
I guarded it day and night,
Nurturing it with my
dreams and aspirations.
But days turned into years
And still I did not see
even a seedling spring forth.
Now old and at my wits' end,
I dug up the coin and held it
in my trembling hand;
"Can I have that, Grandpa?"
The boy asked as he whisked
the coin off my palm.
I stared dumbfounded at him
as he ran to a roadside vendor
and bought an ice cream!
~Abdul Malik
I was two years old
My mom got mad at me for crying
So she threw me in an ice cold bath
She turned the lights off
And she closed the door
I turned purple from screaming
But she chose not to hear me
That was my first time being scared of the dark
My tears fell into the water as I waited for her to come back
But then it was silent
My eyes look for her once more as I start to slip under..
I think I fell asleep because I don’t remember
Just as I start to close my eyes, I look up from the bottom of the tub and see light shining through the water
Then a face
As I’m brought back to the surface, I see my mother. I’m coughing up water
“Mommy…!”
She cried after that, I don’t know why
I hope I didn’t make her sad
I just wanted her to love me again
I wanted
peanut butter and jam
But settled
for bread and butter
I wanted a puppy
but got a hamster instead
I wanted you to live forever
Until I wished you were dead
You promised me everything
it was always less than enough
You lacked imagination
I was never interested in stuff
Instead of substance you offered tough
Me not being understood was worse than rough
You bribed me with attention
so I would hang on every word
I was the invisible hopeful talker
who wanted to be heard
I waited for your pauses
Hoping for a say
But it seemed that you were breathless
morning night and day
Why did I think you were amazing
the true epitome
I believed in your greatness
the carefully constructed history
A lover of self a strange christianity
Your selfishness
became your blasphemy
Daddy, papa,
stranger, ghost
You gave little but wanted the most
I wanted to know you as a better man
You couldn't tell me that I could or can
succeed in life or truly stand
You lacked the ability to be that dad
All I could think was that I was bad
Still in some strange way,
you're the reason who I am and I'm glad.
My life didn't turn out to be sad
The ones in my life
Who I love and who want
I gift them with more than tears
I've learned through my years
the strength of my ears
By listening to hopes
I've alleviated fears
At times I've been their mirrors
By knowing who they are
I've helped them go far
They're better than famous
They are who they are
When someone is loved they feel like a star
All anyone wants
Is to be on the radar
So thanks to you
I'm seen in a way
Today, when it means everything
Things turned out better than okay!
The tall black tulips stood
Stood over the petunias
Purple petunias
Shining and swaying in the sun
Stretching
Stretching to the far horizon
Tall and proud the tulips stood
Over the purple blanket
The herd in the distance snorted
Scratched
And stampeded toward the tulips and petunias
A heard of white mean oxen
Stampeded
Stampeded over the tulips and petunias
Over the purple blanket
Viola’s Mother shouted
“Viola!
Viola, get under the table!
The table!”
And they all were covered
She and her brothers were covered
And her sisters were covered
Covered by the white cloth
And in deadly silence they waited
Waited
The white oxen trampled
Trampled the furniture
Burnt
Burnt the curtains and the houses
Banged
Banged up the piano
Destroyed
Destroyed up and down, right and left
Stole
Stole the precious things
Killed
Killed the neighbors
The young wide eyes
Black eyes
Did not understand why
Why
White oxen had so much hate
Why so much hate
For lovely black tulips and purple petunias
So many black tulips
Lay dead
Up and down, right and left
Dead
Other tulips fled along the railroad
Fled
Others lay bent and injured
Injured
Protecting the young petunias from the herd
Never
Never to speak of it again
Only
Only rising, rising
To survive
(published in Verse-Virtual in July 2021)
Loaded up with fats and starches
Underneath the golden arches
I don’t know where I don’t know when
But Ronald McDonald will kill again.
Fooling all the girls and boys
With crappy little plastic toys
I don’t know where I don’t know when
But Ronald McDonald will kill again.
Even the Amazon gets no relief
From his desire for more cheap beef
I don’t know where I don’t know when
But Ronald McDonald will kill again.
Corporate greed cannot be abated
For far too long we’ve bloody waited
I don’t know where I don’t know when
But Ronald McDonald will kill again.
So save your kids from tooth decay
And listen to what I have to say
Don’t even eat there now and then
Or Ronald McDonald will kill again.
He wonders
at the aphrodisiac of her jasmine air
stirring the breeze of his being
heady in the breathy mood of her moon garden
amidst stargazer’s pink whispers
and he wishes
that his jonquil heart
be quenched by her sweet drink -
as he longs to sip sun-ripened nectar
from the calla of her wild plum dreams
Susan Ashley
July 4, 2018
~ Second Place ~
Contest: Any Poem You Want To Write 180 Words Or Less
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
~ Ninth Place ~
Contest: Premiere No. 160
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Poet's notes:
* the Jonquil flower represents desire, especially, the reciprocation of one's feelings of desire and love back in return*
*the Calla Lily represents magnificent feminine beauty and delicacy*
*the Wild Plum represents feminine youthfulness. Also, it represents sweet anticipation of the promise of romance one has waited for*
In moonlit dunes where silence creeps,
My past still hisses in my sleep
The owl above with spectral stare
The scorpion’s sting, a desert’s dare
They watched, I waited, lips held tight
And struck with fury skinned in night
The mouse so small, so quick, took flight,
And fell beneath my fang's sharp bite
By noon the rat, its frantic dash,
A silent snap, a final flash
A squirrel in the night, it found my hood
In it's neck my venom, nails driven to wood
I, the sly one, a cobra dines alone,
Taking what’s mine, with skills honed
They vanish, twitching, into dust
My hunger’s law, in silence trust