A Hemingway cat
Moustached with five toes up front
White mittens with thumbs
Facebook?
~ Fake book
Tik-Tok?
~ Shock Jock
What’s App?
~ Jockstrap*
Meta?
~ Greta!
I-Pad?
~ Comrade
Flash Drive
~ Bee Hive
A.I?
~ Pig Sty
IT?
~ Dead Sea
TV?
~ Crappy!
Smartphone?
~ Hand bone
Laptop?
~ Sweatshop
~ For Low-Tech Lovers ~
Slinky?
~ Dinky
Play-dough?
~ Skid row
Juke box?
~ Plaid socks ~ Thanks, Buddy Holly... lol -- Crickets
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*Are you kidding me, gw?
I hold the globe in my hands
and the snow begins its slow circle--
tiny flakes drifting the way old memories do.
Inside, a small street lies quiet,
covered in its soft winter hush.
Mornings from when I was little come back to me.
Cocoa on my lips.
Mittens too big, falling off my hands.
Laughter spilling out, loud and messy.
The room full of noise, full of light,
and for a second, nothing else existed.
The world inside spins again.
Roofs blur, trees disappear in white.
When the last flakes settle,
the town is still.
Quiet.
Familiar.
The same place my heart never forgets.
Mystic
~ 8th Place ~
SNOWGLOBE MEMORIES
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
Contest Judged: 12/5/2025 6:18:00 PM
written_12032025_DMK
La la la, la-la-la, laaa-la!
La la la, la-la-la, laaa-la!
SO THE KITTY SAID TO ME,
MEOW MEEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW.
SHE SAID TIME TO FEED ME,
MEOOOWWWWOOOO.
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
LIKE THAT OF A BANSHEE.
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
SHE CALLS OUT TO ME.
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
SCRATCHING AT THE DOOR.
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
SHE DEMANDS FOR MORE.
UPON THE WINDOW SILL,
MEOW MEEOW MEOW MEEOW MEEOW!
SHE SAID CHASE ME STILL,
MEOOOWWWWOOOO, WILD AND PROUD.
here kitty kitty kitty
pretty pretty princess
here kitty kitty kitty
pretty pretty princess
(kitty)
Laaaaa, la-la-laaaa, laaaa laaa!
Wooohhh-laaa, laaa-la-laaaa!
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
SCRATCHING AT THE DOOR.
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
SHE DEMANDS FOR MORE.
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
THE KITTY QUEEN OF NIGHT.
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
HER VOICE A BANSHEE’S CRY.
Laaaaa, la-la-laaaa, laaaa laaa!
Wooohhh-laaa, laaa-la-laaaa!
Armed by protective sensibility
I offer my warming security
Around loving protective certainty
Insured with comfortable serenity.
I’m your mittens, full of vibrant beauty
Ready to fulfill my granted duty
Prepared by orphanage authority
To guard kids from infectious germs so dirty.
I serve as your gloves of identity
With embroidered names, daintily pretty
Assuring compassion*’s tenacity
Marked by kindness midst gentle purity.
*Lamentations 3:22 It is the LORD'S mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not.
Personification in monorhyme
January 19, 2023
Honorable Mention, "UPTO YOU" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian; judged on 2/10/2023.
GLOVES and MITTENS
Boxers love mittens
to hit always, not seldom
as paws of kitten .
Only thumb enjoys freedom
to move or grip at random.
Rest fingers are stuck
to act as a joint mass.
Hand thinks a bad luck.
Mittens won’t suit for each class,
but just for boxing purpose.
Of what use are gloves
to fingers that understand
mittens to observe
only thumb- movement: That’s Grand !
Other fingers in one band.
01/ 16/ 23
Coats buttoned and hats in place, but hands are still exposed
Fitting gloves on tiny fingers is a chore when they're opposed
Bribes are needed for some children to keep them standing still
Mittens prevent parents from yelling, "Come on kid. Just chill!"
Little digits wiggle because they don't want to be constrained,
so, in warm woolen mittens my child's fingers have remained.
There's need to keep them protected from cold weather's sting.
From the five-fingered prisons, I will shout, "Let freedom ring!"
I've heard the cry of those tiny voices after the inevitable pout
and then lost my patience while trying desperately to figure out,
how to get those fat sausages stuffed inside a five-fingered glove.
Then I found it so much easier to slip on mittens made with love.
January 12, 2023
Of What Use Are Gloves to Fingers That Only Understand Mittens
Sponsored by John Lawless
Gloves keep one's fingers and hands clean and hazard-free,
Mittens do the same too; both are good; all agree;
The difference looks petty betwixt these; great, yet,
One is more flexible; the other is more set...!
Those used gloves might not like mittens this is a truth.
And vice versa is those who used mittens in youth,
Those in gloves use their hands and each finger and work,
While those in mittens sit idly and all work shirk...!
Those who are not used to gloves their mittens adore,
The whole thought, yet, is not this; the moral is more:
Leave your self-built castles and see the wide wild world,
You will see secrets of nature getting unfurled...!!!
08 January 2023
Can a master potter make fashionable pots?
Can a carpenter carve any unique design?
Could Yayoi Kusama, the princess of polka dots,
Make art-works, with mittens on, amazingly fine...?
Fingers should be free, as one with the mind and heart.
Both physique and psyche should be in hand and glove.
No master craftsman could ever produce an art,
Tied within mitten, though gifts given from above...!
Mittens block babies' growth, neonatologists say,
Moving fingers freely is a child's inborn need.
Fingers ever in mittens soon their prices pay,
Like lovebirds caged that finally for freedom plead...!
Yet, do kittens that delight in masters’ fresh cheese,
Please to freeze, sneeze, and breathe to cease in the cold breeze...???
Gloves don't fit my hand,
But mittens, they do,
In growing demand
Are mittens in blue,
Fingers must keep warm
In winter's cold freeze,
Or I'll come to harm,
And begin to sneeze,
Gloves are cumbersome,
They take time to wear,
And out they won't come,
When I need hands bare,
While gloves are a pest
And in fashion, old,
Blue mittens are best
For my fingers cold.
6th January 2023
For John Lawless' "Of what use are gloves to fingers that only understand mittens" Contest
I will never give up my warm mittens-
for those stiff and so awkward gloves,
for mittens are warm like kittens.
I will never ... give up my warm mittens!
Oh, gloves I will not be missin'
for any kind are not my loves.
I will never give up my 'warm' mittens,
for those stiff and ... so awkward gloves!
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December 31, 2022
Poetry/Triolet/I Love My Mittens
Copyright Protected, ID 12-1513-507-31
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Of what use are gloves
to fingers that only understand mittens
sponsor, John Lawless, Judged 01/24/2023
Ninth Place
I love my pretty colored mittens, as soft as new kittens. Grandma's loving knitted fur, keeps my little hands warm in the cold snow~brr. Each hand as one, so I can have more fun.
My colorful gloves, are part of the ones made for Grandma's loves. Each glove has a warm finger, they will take their place and linger. Every finger will have a fur wrapping, none will be overlapping.
Date Written:12/19/2022
It seems some are smitten
with long-fingered gloves,
while others have love
for warm woolen mittens.
Like puppies and kittens,
cute gifts from above,
you’ll give ‘em a shove
when fingers get bitten.
A gloved finger’s fat,
not very precise.
Ungloved? Bad advice ~
frost bites like a cat!
But a mitten’s a club,
a stump of a hand,
a digit remand,
a prehensile nub.
No, I say what’s finer,
much better than both,
A techno-outgrowth:
thermal silk glove liners!
The gloves can get peeled;
those mittens can too.
Fingers don’t turn blue
with liners as shields.
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for the Of What Use Are Gloves Poetry Contest
sponsored by John Lawless
written on 12/19/22
Of WHAT USE ARE FINGERS TO HANDS THAT ONLY UNDERSTAND MITTENS
I have a bunion and an ingrown toe nail;
I’m a blind man wearing glasses and I can’t find them;
My hair is so short that I am bald;
My spine so straight I am tall;
I have a four year old who keeps shaking his fist at his sister;
And it’s cold and snowing my question is;
Of what use are fingers to hands that only understand mittens;
And what’s the use in cooking dinner in the kitchen;
When we don’t know how to fry chicken livers;
12/17/22 2022©
For Of What Use Are Gloves to Fingers That Only Understand Mittens Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John lawless
Supposing my fingers could talk
while I'm on a cold winter walk
one hand, mitten-bound
the other, gloved sound-
I bet with each other they'd balk.
With gloves, fingers need to be steered
through openings not truly geared
where digits get stuck;
yet mittens bring luck
with wide open space fully cleared!
My gloved fingers- each tucked alone
just fabric between every bone
no company there
in the frigid air
perhaps not the best comfort zone.
My fingers in mittens each smile
enjoying their warm, cozy style
each share body heat
in one place complete-
so thankful for space-versatile!
December 16, 2022
Contest: Of What Use Are Gloves To Fingers
That Only Understand Mittens?
Sponsor: John Lawless
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