My Wish
Hello Ms. Johnson, I’m sure this sounds strange
our mutual friend, said you need a change.
She told me how hard you work every day,
come home to your children, no time for play.
Your husband left you without any money
and traded family, for tainted honey.
You work as a nurse, working hard for each dime,
yet nothing’s left over at holiday time.
A holiday spent solely enjoying life,
playing with your kids no worry and no strife.
this dream keeps you going, each and every day,
my dear Ms. Johnson I believe I have a way.
I have a house with an awesome ocean view
for two weeks Ms. Johnson, it belongs to you.
I’m going on a journey and would find it grand
if you could watch my house and enjoy my strand.
If you and your children would like to come here,
believe me Ms. Johnson you’ve nothing to fear.
When you call Janet, she’ll give you my number,
my wish for you is a little less cumber.
Sincerely Brenda Meier-Hans
12.29.2014
Contest: My Wish For You
The honest heart says,
I love you...
The honest heart weeps,
I need you...
But the heart of heart you had
I cannot make it beat...
The honest heart regrets,
guilt echoes through my heart...
The honest heart whispers,
I should've spoken more...
The honest heart feels,
I miss you...
And the honest heart wishes,
whole heaven for you.
15/01/2020
for Rudi Meier. Rest in peace, dearest friend.
depression fleeing
she sits at her computer
MySpace has beckoned
sadness engulfs her
the supposed online boyfriend
laughs behind a mask
words like sharp daggers
whore, ****, and no one likes you. . .
her bedroom’s silence
the scream of horror
when her mother finds her hanged. . .
the final setback
a neighborhood mom
deletes the MySpace account
with the boyfriend’s name
Written 7/9/2016 for the Setbacks Contest of Nayda Ivette Negron
*This is based on a true story I saw on Cyber-bullying. The culprit was a grown woman along with daughters the same age as Megan Meier (the girl in this story whose final setback was to hang herself when she believed it was her supposed online boyfriend who began the vicious attacks on her reputation at My Space). At that time there were no laws against this crime, and the hateful woman went unpunished. See more on the story in notes above.
There once was a girl named Mia who came from Korea
She has a friend named Allyah
Allyah took Mia to the store to buy some smore's
and then gave her a tour
By: Shea Meier
She can pluck on one lonely string,
or fill me with her orchestra,
when my heart plays her symphony.
Visual 3
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
01.01.2015
Contest: 3 BY 8 Image
Hello Ms. Johnson, I’m sure this sounds strange
our mutual friend, said you need a change.
She told me how hard you work every day,
come home to your children, no time for play.
Your husband left you without any money
and traded family, for tainted honey.
You work as a nurse, working hard for each dime,
yet nothing’s left over at holiday time.
A holiday spent solely enjoying life,
playing with your kids no worry and no strife.
this dream keeps you going, each and every day,
my dear Ms. Johnson I believe I have a way.
I have a house with an awesome ocean view
for two weeks Ms. Johnson, it belongs to you.
I’m going on a journey and would find it grand
if you could watch my house and enjoy my strand.
If you and your children would like to come here,
believe me Ms. Johnson you’ve nothing to fear.
When you call Janet, she’ll give you my number,
my wish for you is a little less cumber.
Sincerely Brenda Meier-Hans
12.29.2014
Contest: My Wish For You
The first time I received a 1
a smile was pasted on my face,
the sun arose in my dim heart
and a sleeping poet woke up.
The sponsor became my Favourite.
The first time I received a N/A
I figured there was a mistake.
The poem was just too good, you know?
In disbelief I lost my sun.
The sponsor became an idiot.
The first time I received a HM
a little light went off again.
Maybe, maybe I can do this
at least I made the winners list.
The sponsor made me try harder.
First time I was top of the list
the sun was back, I was honoured
and I learned something valuable.
Read the rules! Think before you write.
All the sponsors, l now respect.
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
12.29.2014
Contest: The Contest
See the sparkle in children’s bright eyes,
how they glow with a smile on their face.
When a puppet begins to dance free,
with a master who moves him with grace.
Hear the laughter kids shout loud with glee,
when a hand puppet tickles their neck.
Daddy’s game they adore every night
and they scream as he gives each a peck.
Feel the happiness filling the room
mama’s fingers they dance up and down,
with ten puppets so small singing songs
and each one has the face of a clown.
Every eve comes the dark of the night
shadow puppets are formed on the wall.
and a boy who dreams someday he’ll be
the greatest puppet master of all.
Anapest Trimeter
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
12.26.2014
Contest: Puppets
5th
I can’t believe that you are mine
now I can practice every day.
My heart does with your strings entwine
I can’t believe that you are mine.
Today I’m floating on cloud nine
and this is where my heart will stay,
I can’t believe that you are mine
now I can practice every day.
Today I played with all my heart
then teacher laid you in my arms.
I know that we will never part
today I played with all my heart,
which got me into Juilliard.
We wooed them all with magic charms,
today I played with all my heart
then teacher laid you in my arms.
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
12.26.2014
Contest: Let The Music Play On
As a child
I heard of leprechauns
and the magic these creatures possess.
Each day I would venture for hours in my forest
longing to capture a piece of their luck. Though I am older
still to this day, I will never stop searching, till I find my pot of gold.
# 2 Don’t stop believing
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
12.23.2014
Contest: Enchantment through a Prism
5th
Love more, when it is hardest to love.
Show compassion, always.
Be kind when deserved or not.
Be patient, when you are at the end of your rope.
Smile, when you are saddest.
Pray when you are at your lowest.
Thank God when you are at your highest.
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
12.18.2014
We sit, relaxed, at closing of the day,
you turn, a record on to softly play,
then place, fresh logs making our fire enhance,
and gently bow asking me for this dance.
The song, we’ve loved since we were very young,
so often danced with, and so often sung.
You sing, so sweetly in my longing ear,
and with, strong arms drawing me oh so near.
I place, my head upon your shoulder,
you spin, us around our humble room,
we laugh, just as when we were younger,
you stop, to kiss me; then we resume.
Such special times like this I feel my heart,
could never last if we should ever part.
Then shed, a tear by thoughts of losing you,
cause you’re, my one and only love so true.
Music stops; we stay together,
in loves embrace, we melt as one.
With fireplace, still gently burning,
our fire has only, just begun.
Per line:
Verses one two and four have ten syllables
verse three has nine syllables
Verse five has eight syllables
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
12.12.2014
Contest: Rock me Rhythm Poems
Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
I hear
silent whispers
bidding me to come home.
Longingly I reach out my hand
hoping.
I smile.
With closed eyes your beauty appears,
hills and fields, forests green,
I have reached home
for good.
Classic Cinquain
With syllable count
2-4-6-8-2
Done as Mirror Cinquain
Syllable count
2-4-6-8-2 2-8-6-4-2
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
12.12.2014
Contest: Cinquain
Blank tortured stare
a dreams lost glare
caught in the snare
of earths great sea.
Stars shining bright
great mountains height
my wings take flight
I’m one with thee.
Theme number:
3…” With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
12.07.2014
Contest: Desiderata
5th
On December the sixth, we were waiting for snow
As I drove to the house of little Heath and Bo.
I was chilled to the bone as I got in my car,
Thankful I didn’t have to drive very far.
As I drove through the town, I looked at the lights
The Snowmen the Santa’s such beautiful sights.
I passed by a church with a manger so dear,
Remembering Christmas is drawing very near.
The peace of the season began to warm my soul
And soon I stopped thinking I was at the North Pole.
With presents in my one hand and chocolate in the other,
I arrived at the home of the sister and brother.
Their eyes were just sparkling with smiles all aglow,
It was Nikolaus day for good children you know.
We opened the presents, sang songs and we read.
Then partied till the children were tucked in their bed.
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
12.06.2013
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