Long Wrap up Poems
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"Balls!" said the umpires
"Strike!" yelled the pins
"Take that!" cried the little girl
who kicked both my shins
And when the green penguin
started dancing a jig
I realized it was high time
to buy a new wig
So I hopped on my pogo stick
and headed to town
Took me two weeks to get there
bouncing up and down
But the town was abandoned
Oh no, not again!
And that's when I spotted
a large rabid hen
It was foaming at the beak
when it then spotted me
so I bounded and hopped
up the side of a tree
Then the tree said "gesundheit"
though no one had sneezed
and the squirrel with his nuts
seemed mightily pleased
Saw a midget run by
looking like Ben Gazzara
and over his shoulder
was Maureen O'Hara
Then I sprang from the tree
and pogo'd back home
where I wasn't quite sure
how to wrap up this poem
So I stole a line here
and borrowed a line there
nobody will read it
'cause nobody cares
And that ends the story
you can sigh in relief
Every bit of it's true
if you suspend disbelief
© Mike Wise
7-5-24
There is nothing more breathtaking than a clear sky at night when the wonders of creation are above you.
Quote by poet.
Natures wonders are on display
But are not seen in bright of day
So venture out in dark of night
I'll guarantee you'll want to stay.
Sparkling diamonds on a clear night
A full moon too shining so bright
Meteors too streaking brightly
The night sky is an awesome sight.
Those brighter lights that you will see
Are the planets in perigee
You'll need a telescope I fear
When they're far out in apogee.
Winter's best when the skies are clear
Wrap up well keep a warm drink near
When dawn comes the show is over
The moon and stars now disappear.
the trepidation-monger
offers his wares
at a discount
sneaks in a price hike in
every now and then
relabels panic and anxiety
three for the price of two
best before tomorrow
he serves a long queue
hyperinflation
calls for more worries
and he dispenses
feelings of dreaded alarm
but not to fret
he has unlimited supplies
unchained at his shelves
he is not perturbed
by internet shopping
because virtual distress
is only half as good
as coming face to face
with the façade of sheer horror
a consumer society
overwhelmed by
fast food delivery
of gloom sandwiched
in between lost hope
and trepidation
unleashes its offer of
unlimited causes
for despair in light
of dark purchases
across the road in a small outlet
a little old lady offers happiness
free at the point of delivery
priceless to good homes only
money does not cover her cost
and yet she engages in
the trade to grant transient relief
from fear of fear and its triggers
an unsung hero
because most people had forgotten
how to sing dance and enjoy
so exhausted were they
from finding reasons
for misery and deceit
she is too old to call
her venture a start up
too wise to wrap up
her gifts in fine glossy paper
a rubber band will do
to contain comfort and courage
calm and cheerful she greets
an occasional customer
and advises to look carefully
at the writing on the wall
graffiti maybe but scripted with love
Old fashioned memories of Christmas eve
wrap up her heart with twinkling fairy-lights
Hot sugar-plum trickles its sweetness from Winters gone
Cold waltzing winds invite wild fire to warm the hallway
till the last ember from maple logs fades soft and slowly within her soul.
A cup of joy from season's song fills up each thought with yester's vision
when silver tinsel sparkled the night and voices hummed in graceful cheer.
When melting icicles glistened in his eyes as virgin snowflakes veiled her brown hair.
Incadescent hues in cobbled alleys welcome December
with blue spruce pine cones and wholly wreaths
Comforting scents of cedar wood and vigil lanterns
light up the Grotto and winding streets.
Another year,her eyes sat on a silent star which stands upon the verdant tree
Which knows a wish,which hears each sigh,yet fails to sprinkle serenity.
The perching robin has left its nest,leaving its scarlet upon her chest
Smouldering ash is what remains and lurking frost on window-panes.
Neath the lone mistletoe by candle bliss, Upon her brow His withered kiss.
For Mystic Rose's -The Heart of Christmas Contest.
I see the students of OLSH College, whispering and wondering
Some look lifeless, drained dry of will
Some looked scared, struggling still
I see them travel from grass to concrete
Daring not to cross the street
I see the leaves, the trash, the dirt
Feeling unwanted, discarded and hurt
I see a magpie, flying so free
At OLSH College, I see
I hear the bustling of OLSH College, trying to wrap up the day,
The scraping of chairs, the screeching of doors and footsteps of students who stray
I hear the wind whooshing past my ear
The magpie cawing, brazen, without fear
I hear pencils cry as they slave away
Sharpeners scream as they are forced to slay
Yet I hear the laughter of happy students
Bribed with games and chocolate presents
Satisfied and satiated, I listen as they cheer
At OLSH College, I hear
I smell the odour of OLSH College, sweat slipping slowly under the sweltering summer sun
Perfume masked the onion-like smell with flowers and freshness in one
But nothing beats the intoxicatingly tangy lemon tree
And the pleasant sweetness of the Azalea Charlie
And yet I am lulled into the canteen
Of chocolates treats sickeningly sweet
My nose leads me to the scent as I beg my stomach to quell
At OLSH College, I smell
I feel the bricks of OLSH College, each with its own story to tell
Hard and brittle the bricks are underneath
The peeling white paint that hides beneath
The dreary posters smooth to the touch
Of plastic and paper rough
But just outside the cool windowpanes
Wet, little droplets race down as it rains
Swift glances at those blotches I steal
At OLSH College, I feel
I taste the bitterness of OLSH College, of teachers and students alike
Unmotivated girls, not ready for the world
Eating their lunches with delight
It seemed the bribes they had been given
Of sticky gummies red and blue
Had not changed their minds, to gossip they were smitten
Oh, teachers don’t you wish they were chewing glue!
Yet I am putrid green, brimmed with envy
My stomach has gone on a one-month vacation
I wish I were a magpie, eating for free
I would take left and right at slightest invitation
Dear Ramadan, please make haste
At OLSH College, I taste
Living here in southwest Scotland
winter brings its share of cold air
along with biting winds so chilling
makes you feel thinking it's not fair
Then Jack Frost appears so deep
getting deep into the earth's ground
walking on the grass feels do crunchy
with its hardness, it brings a crispy sound
You need to wrap up really well
with thick layers, keep out the cold
wooly bonnet, scarf, and gloves
all needed especially when you're old
Remember that in your elderly years
the blood gets thinner all the more
so you feel the cold and that frost
take all precautions so close your door
So keep warm as best you can
make sure your house has enough heat
this cold air won't last forever
for when spring comes sun's a real treat!
(Just back from a week in the Scottish Highlands where although we had no snow there was plenty of frost and that really cold air so just a few thoughts on that cold air at this time of year.)
Darkness has overcome me, back alleys alongside the stray cat, no needs to be seen no longer, everyone’s gone home… only the sounds of sirens chasing the empty city streets…
Strangers wrapped up in their only warmth of a tattered blanket, cardboard box is their hotel. No family around to seek my feelings, welcome mat has been pulled..
Life’s showing its ugly face, broken beer bottles, fu garbage cans becomes my fast food, no stranger am I to thus depressing mood.
My only companion is my shadow looming in the evening moonlight, our nightlight soothing our sorrows of a once loving family, laughter, hugs, a warm roof over our head, loving mom who tended to my every need, now up in heaven..
Time for bed, as I wrap up right in my one dirty stingy blanket, a jacket as a pillow to lay my burdened head down, my darkened shadow too is laying down, good night world, my soul I give to you, if I shall die before I wake I give it to God…. Good night
I'm a girl
But i'm the princess of this society
Just after birth i was crowned
The crown of their pride & dignity
Like any Royal princess
I have also many encumbrance
Which are set only by them
"Don't talk much,Don't laugh much
At this time, Don't go outside
Don't wear dresses- short & tight"
They don't know
This crown is too heavy & spiky
How hard to handle on the head
Which is soft & delicate
They don't know
How suffocating it is
to wrap up myself
in full sleeves & long dress
Why Don't they understand
I'm a girl, just a girl
Don't wanna be such Royal princess
Let me move my head
Up-Down, Right & Left
Without any load of Crown
Let me see this whole world
With my naked eyes
Without any pall of Veils
Let me breath & feel
Pure air & the cool breeze
Without any envelope of burkha & nakab
Let me live my life, On my rules & Laws
Let me live my life, On my rules & Laws
God was repentive, that He created man;
Even, yes even angels cry;
Lucifer Arch-Angel supreme..
~
Angels yes even angels cry;
Jesus, sitting by the meadow streams;
~
Babies asleep oh but what they dream;
Godly music, a symphony..
~
Angels yes even angels cry;
Shallow parts of waters flow;
~
Crying tear from heaven fall;
Brook streaming waters go;
~
Angels yes even angels cry;
Now as I wrap up this verse;
~
Heavens calling me home;
I know not my place nor time I’ll go..
But Angels cry, yes even angels cry this I know
~
When it rains outside..
Angels yes even angels cry...A Reckoning
6/6/19
Written words & by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©
I just can’t wait till Christmas
I just can’t wait till Christmas
With thoughts of ice and snow
And Santa in his bright red suit
Shouting ho ho ho.
Flying with his reindeer
With presents on his sleigh
Delivering them all by midnight
For us on Christmas day.
We put lights and bobbles on the tree
We do it every year
And a sign post in the garden
That says Santa please stop here.
He comes right down our chimney
With presents in his sack
And we leave him milk and cookies
So he can have a snack.
I wonder what I`ll get this year
As I know just what I’d like
I hope I get a scooter
A skateboard or a bike.
We`ll dress our dogs like reindeer
In little reindeer suits
Put little antlers on their heads
And four black shiny boots,
Listening to our favourite songs
Played by a big brass band
As we take a trip to Edinburgh
Through the winter wonder land.
Hats and scarves and gloves on
As we wrap up nice and tight
With the markets lights and funfair
It`s really quite a site.
Merry go round and rollercoaster’s
And a ride on the Christmas train
The big wheel and Santa`s grotto
Then we do it all again.
Everyone’s on holiday
And their faces all aglow
Their worries left behind them
Like footprints in the snow.
Crepe`s and chocolate pancakes
And strawberries on a stick
Sweets and treats and doughnuts
And I get to take my pick.
But my favourite is the great big tree
That`s too big for my home
And it really smells like Christmas
As we go inside the dome.
With lights and decorations
Like you`ve never seen before
They`ve travelled the world just for a glimpse
And they`re queued right out the door.
With winding vines of holly
Around the pillars it does grow
And no matter what the weather
They always have some snow.
Then Christmas day is best of all
With presents under the tree
There is some for mum and some for dad
But most of them for me.
Unwrapping all my presents
And nothing has been missed
I got everything I wanted
On my Christmas list.
Everyone comes for dinner
And dad fills up his belly
Then snores for an hour on the couch
As were watching Christmas telly.
Now I just can’t wait for Christmas
As I count the days and pray
But mum just shakes her head
And says its only boxing day.