Burning embers,
From fire to smoke.
Flames give to ash,
Leftovers now broke.
Sweetness to saline,
Inhaling to choke.
As chaos laughs loudly,
A solitary joke.
When all is taken, from
A once mighty oak.
Can residue deliver,
Any strength to yoke.
Though nature seems tested,
As if we provoke.
While tragedy remains,
Among wealth and poor folk.
The cycle continues,
As many have spoke.
With no worry ahead,
And nothing to revoke.
Categories:
okie, allegory,
Form: Rhyme
My Name Is Okie
My name is Okie, and they loved me first;
their full attention to me was disbursed.
Adopted from the shelter, they gave me
a home where I was king, so happy, free.
And then it came one unexpected day,
perhaps a present with which I should play.
Black fur, gold eyes, he was somewhat frisky,
but here to stay, so they named him Nixie.
He ran around and played with my dog tail;
had claws that gripped which I tried to curtail.
But what was worse is how they cuddled him;
attention now for me was rather slim.
But, Nixie settled in, became my friend,
and soon I found, with him, I liked to spend
my time now wrestling, playing hide-and-seek;
my days grew brighter, better, week to week.
I'm part Jack Russell terrier, and he,
a fun black cat who now, I must agree,
is my fine buddy...and at night, we lay
on our soft couch with family...hooray!
Sandra M. Haight
~4th Place~
Premiere Contest: Personification Poem
Of A Pet, Wild Animal or Insect
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Judged: 09/04/2018
True...about one of our daughters' family pets.
The real Okie and Nixie in the photo.
Categories:
okie, cat, dog, friend,
Form: Personification
An okie's love our bar-b-que.
Grilling is an okie's fav..
We bake it and serve it to.
That great smoky taste.
Coleslaw and rolls.
Best in town.
Tasty!
Entered in Sara Kendrick"Low country boil"contest
Categories:
okie, food
Form: Epulaeryu
Was born and raised an Oklahoma kid.
A tomboy at heart no matter where I lived.
I fished all day to pass the time.
Had a soda and a candy for just a dime.
The grass was tall and roads paved with dirt.
Our clothes consisted of jeans and a shirt.
Church was every Sunday to our lord we praised.
An okie girl here born and raised.
Teresa Skyles/Theoklapoet
06/08/09
This poem was wrote cause I was thinking
of Oklahoma and me.
Categories:
okie, childhood, nostalgia
Form: Rhyme
Was born and raised an Oklahoma kid.
A tomboy at heart no matter where I lived.
I fished all day to pass the time.
Had a soda and a candy for just a dime.
The grass was tall and roads paved with dirt.
Our clothes consisted of jeans and a shirt.
Church was every Sunday to our Lord we praised.
An okie girl here born and raised.
Teresa Skyles/Theoklapoet
06/08/09
This poem was wrote cause I was thinking
of Oklahoma and me.
Categories:
okie, life
Form: Rhyme