Sent home from second grade, a star
With glitter all around it
Was lying on the table; I was
Happy to have found it.
My grandson had to write his wish
And in his neatest hand,
He came up with a wish I think
We all could understand.
“I wish the world could (simply) stop”
(From) “wearing masks (real) soon.”
(Words in parentheses are mine
So rhythm stays in tune.)
A poignant message for today
To which we can relate,
For children’s eyes are first to see
The truth they’re quick to state.
As a kid, I loved to find any unusual shells and rocks; I do to this day. I used to walk the piney woods of Georgia, with my favorite uncle. He made up the neatest stories to tell me about each stone or arrowhead that I found; visiting him was always loads of fun. Like him, I’m a story teller, entertaining others. I loved those woods and the great finds there; so many great woodland memories.
piney woods
shed upon sacred ground-
bedding
nature’s trinkets
abound in the woodlands-
arrowheads
4-20-2021
ALL YOURS (Apr 20) Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
Pencils, pens, crayons, and markers
Makes me
An artist of the highest degree.
I can make the neatest tree
With a bird family using it as a new addressee.
It will have all sorts of flowers around it with
A hungry bee.
While I am still sitting on my knees
I can make a zoo in which I have the only key.
These animals are the likes of which no one
Will ever see.
My mom is laughing with glee
As she relaxes with her cup of tea.
She says " Come here my favorite artist who is
Only three
Sit next to me as we go on your zoo journey."
My mom had set my heart free
Now I was filled with lots of creativity.
The world in our hands would impair devils
An unthinking thought more blissful
Than a wish fulfilling shooting star
Our missions would be charted out
To go on our victory dance one step at a time
For peacefully unifying the global eye
The lines in the hand of child would be uncorroded
With the scavenging paedophiles detonated
And their gardens be filled with natural joys and play
Food for the starving would be an essentia
Hunger and water a distant call before going to bed
Appetising the poor rather than greasing over fed palettes
We would delve deep into the human vein
Gushing with a universal religion of tolerance
That binds all colours rather than undermining faiths
Gigantic deeds would keep gory bloodsheds at bay
And young valiants would keep hearts of their fair
In strongholds for inopportune cataclysms
Global warming would be of a season gone by
Aerial reforestations and seed bombs for divergent climes
Would be the neatest stuff rather than bloody nukes
A day will come when life begins once again
When dragons burn out the archetype evils and
Dying values will sprout worldwide deliverance once again
April 9, 2016
Dan Kearley
I was staring at my left side, feeling the beats
my heart floats upon the waves tide, I ignore where to go
The beats are rhytmic,it is hard to keep up
with the waves are about me to kill, I ignore where to go
I tried to dive in this wave but I am beat
I cried to live in this cave where I can hide, I ignore where to go
The seats are reserved in despair whether the heat
burns,or the sea is to spill its darkness on me, I ignore where to go
I was staring at my right side, cannot feel my feets
my part gloats over my hellish ride, I ignore where to go
The neatest dark costume of life I used to wear
the dearest spark is consumed to chill, I ignore where to go
I prayed to survive but the wave to my strengh is unaware
It sprayed its salty water,I had to bide ,I ignore where to go
I hopped the wave, I wiped the salt and I felt neat
I hoped to wave ,to survive I took the pill, I ignore where to go
Hafssa is the only girl to save herself from this cussed wave
I strongly beat the swirl that used to put me aside, I ignore where to go
My life as a dog would indeed be fine
Knowing I could nap anywhere, anytime.
On the porch or in a chair,
I could dream without a care.
With my legs, I'd set a pace
And find a cat or car to chase.
If that prusuit for me did fail,
I'd turn around and chase my tail.
With my nose, I'd take in smells
And see what things I could tell.
Like who is cooking, what and where,
Or who passed by, here and there.
With my ears, I could listen good
To the sounds of my neighborhood.
When the sun went down and all was dark,
I'd take heed of the twilight bark.
With my voice, I would make known
Visitors who approached my home.
My bark would make all foes flee,
Yet to friends it'd be welcoming.
With my eyes, I could implore or beg,
For a scrap of food or a pat on the head.
The neatest thing is - is that I could see
In the dark of night, what there might be.
With my tail, I could express
The degree of my happiness.
And when I'd head out on the go,
My tail would wag, to and fro.
For all the ways that I can find
To put myself in a canine's mind,
It's quite plain to see,
My life as a dog would be grand indeed.
If you were my "Valentine"
imagine how life could be.
The sweetest and the neatest things,
throughout our life you'd see.
We'd wake up every morning
in each others arms we'd be.
Eye to eye, and heart to heart,
as love birds tenderly.
We'd spend our days through work and play,
at one another's side.
Ever mindful always knowing,
no secrets there'd be to hide.
Love would be our binding strength,
built on loyality, trust, and faith.
Filled with happiness and harmony,
apparent on our face.
On through the years our love would grow,
ever ageless, true, and deep.
For those who mattered, and those who cared,
would see, how each other we complete.
Breaks in life being what they may,
I'll leave nothing to chance;
And ask you now from bended knee
for life's "SOUL-MATE VALENTINE'S DANCE"...
To Waltz with me through the end of days
in loving True Romance?!
Life can be the meanest thing,
After you see what you have,
Life can be the neatest thing,
From love to family, friends to home,
Life is the best thing that we can do.
I'm tired of honey hunting.
Send me something.
Show me a sweet darling.
In which, we
could be lovers with no quarreling.
She's about one of the sweetest, cleanest, neatest, petite pieces with high cheek bones. Her
fair-skin is toned.
Every square is a feature.
A rear shaped like an apple,
but as sweet as
two peaches.
What a trusting, lusting, sweet harmony, that makes me feel complete.
That loves to
meet between the sheets.
That's got no shame to her game,
her freak is always unique.
It's no strange occurance
that she has the endurance
to maintain the perfect game.
That understands where I'm from.
Respects where I'm at, and knows where I'm going.
She
never complains,
just speaks up when it's time to make a change.
Should always be glowing ,
knowing that I'm so hungry.
That I will not accept defeat, and
will always come home with more than we can eat.
We finally greet,
In the steamy summer heat.
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