Let's eat, let's Cook, let's host, let's talk.
I'm thinking of Onions and olive oil,
as Our hungry friends watch us like a hawk,
and wait by the Kitchen for stew to boil.
The most fun I've ever had, I Would say,
is cooking with you. I've said it, okay!
Let's plan a recipe, Take off to the store,
then we'll measure, we'll Heat, and we'll pour.
Join Me, won't you, in cooking and chopping,
Soon we'll be Eating, but first, we'll be hopping.
Categories:
ould, food, friend, fun,
Form: Rhyme
Thro song land anks thor fall e thish;
Fy morpoise pere his ow nulfilled.
Fespecially e thackerel:
Mes, yose tharticulary pilled.
Ne wall sheturn ro tairer feas;
Se wip flour ails, tand ave woodbye.
Gand ould shou yever ome cour ay,
Wease pling brore mish, fes, ying brit igh.
Categories:
ould, appreciation,
Form: Vogon Poetry
Dumbstruck Is Me (a rhyming, acrostic kind of thing)
Discombobulated, how apt the word
Utterly gobsmacked by the absurd
Mind numbingly mortified at the nonsensical
By waking to find I’m without either testicle
Silenced as side by side they’re strung together
To hang on the wall there forever... and ever
Running around with another man’s wife
Until I returned to a well concealed knife
Could not comprehend the Snip! Cut! and Sever!
Knock me down with a feather
I’m finding my voice is now three octaves higher
She says that it’s my fault for poking the fire
Mandy, it’s not fair that I lie here dumbstruck
Even though I was a self serving dumbf...
10 August 2021
Contest: Dumbstruck
Sponsor: Charles Messina
Categories:
ould, angst, betrayal,
Form: Rhyme
Every single plant and flower is my friend.
Many the forest path do I journey,
Breathing in the rich earth and clean air,
Reposing in a meadow green just listening,
Amongst the dancing daisies just resting.
Could anything else be more peaceful and healing?
I think within the soil there must be magic.
Nothing is more precious than this place called Earth.
Gathering my recycling each week I do my measure!
Every tree lost is agonizing and hurtful to watch.
At my building a company is cutting down the maple trees,
Roaring they fall and I am left weeping.
The ravage of nature is so devastating to endure.
How can we, the visitors, stop the ruination of Earth?
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July 30, 2021 (Repost)
Poetry/Acrostic/EMBRACING EARTH
Copyright Protected, ID 07-1376-624-30
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Submitted into the Standard contest, A Brian Strand August
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 0802/2021
First Place
Categories:
ould, earth,
Form: Acrostic
Could I come home to be with you, where the angels sing?
On a cloud we could reside oh we’d have everything.
My life down here has been so sad ever since you went away.
I play recordings of your voice every night and day.
Nothing seems important, I’m tired but can’t rest.
Grieving has become something I do best.
Baby without you here I feel so alone
And no matter where I live it doesn’t feel like home
Could I come home to be with you, way up in the sky?
Kiss your lips and hold you tight, with no more need to cry.
Heaven must be beautiful beyond those pearly gates
Only love and kindness up there I'm sure there is no hate
Many nights I wake up thinking you are home with me
Everything feels better, and the way that it should be
03/06/2021
Written for All Yours Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Categories:
ould, god, heaven, home, missing
Form: Acrostic
ould have
Been the one who did
Make us all become crazy
Jim Horn
Categories:
ould, allegory, analogy,
Form: Senryu
Galactic Traveler
Alone in time and space
Lost in eternal paths
And orbits that you trace
Cosmic cartographer
Through nothingness you turn
In hope some distant eye
Could faintly see you burn
Transiting the heavens
Resplendent angels' course
All of your life unknown
Viewed vividly in force
Eclipsing every eye
Lightning speed, sudden flash
Earth's extinction event
Reducing us to ash
8/26/2016
Categories:
ould, planet, space, world,
Form: Acrostic
Searchlight
S omethings in the air...I can just feel it, sense it...can't you?
E veryone, everywhere seems uneasy with unsatisfied yearnings
A bout answers to life's great questions that have been
R evealed, but are carefully concealed for good reason
C ould it be that our minds and the intentions of our
H eart, and it's true desires, are being examined by our Maker?
L ike a surgeon dissecting cutting away the corrupting elements
I nside the heart, trying to decipher what is
G oing on in our inner selves, our inner being
H appy is the person who searches for and keeps
T urning towards and responding to the light of his truth.
April 30,2016
Categories:
ould, character, desire, devotion, faith,
Form: Acrostic
Come caroling on Christmas Day, my love.
Hark merry sounds, one spirit sings as two.
Rise carols high above white turtle dove
In flight with cardinals of reddest hue.
Sing loud of peace and joy and jingle bells
Together as we glide o’er sparkling field.
More music blends with wind and wintry smells -
All spice, pine cones and tasty treats concealed.
Snow powders us in magic, soft and white.
My hands and heart are warmed by you so near.
Until the day retreats in full moon light,
Sing tenderly into my loving ear.
If New Year, like a thief, takes you away,
Could you return to me 'fore Christmas Day?
Written 12/9/15 for Andrea's Something New: A Christmas Sonnet Acrostic Contest
Categories:
ould, christmas, music, romance,
Form: Sonnet
Silence hushed, a crowd in awe,
Only crickets could be heard.
Under the spell of the Babe,
They looked to where he pointed,
Hoping to see a home run.
Perhaps the greatest player
America ever-knew,
Would, once again, please the crowd.
But the pitcher wasn't phased,
And threw a wicket screwball.
Babe watched its winding approach,
Eyed it close, took aim, and swung.
Resounding off of his bat,
Unfailingly, the ball flew.
Then, as the home crowd cheered on,
Headed straight for its target.
(Acrostic)
5/19/2015
12/21/2022
Poetry In Motion Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
Categories:
ould, baseball, celebrity, dedication, feelings,
Form: Acrostic
Just the other day I came across a picture of you with your horse
And was amazed to see how much we looked alike
Could it be true that you are mere words upon a cold stone
Quiet, beautiful and kind Jacqueline
Unbelievable you left this world on Mother's Day
Entangled, meshed, intertwined are our souls for eternity
Love is what you left with me
I am so proud to be the daughter of one such as you
Not a day will go by that you are not in my heart
Especially on Mother's Day
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March 14, 2015
Poetry/Acrostic/JACQUELINE
Copyright Protected, ID 03-653-962-14
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
For the Standard contest Acrostic on Mother's Day,
sponsor, Tammy Reams, Judged 04/2015
First Place
Categories:
ould, mothers day,
Form: Acrostic
O pening up my front door this morning,
C ould not believe what I saw there.
T he aroma of wood smoke was in the air.
O vernight the entire world had changed,
B ountiful beauty as far as the eye could see.
E very leaved limb shivered in the cool air.
R eminding me of all my autumns gone by.
Written for Andrea Dietrich's contest
"Skipping Six, Going Straight to Seven-Acrostics Challenge #3"
Categories:
ould, autumn, beauty, nature, october,
Form: Acrostic
CATS
C ould you snuggle and relinquish half a purr
A ll that cream and salmon should buy me cuddle time
T ake a minute please to delay the grooming of your fur
Sky eyed beauty-- dissolve me for a moment in your blue sublime.
Victoria Anderson-Throop ©
12-21-12
Categories:
ould, cat, me,
Form: Acrostic
P arking my Harley near the doorway, we sauntered inside.
O ther than a lone microphone, I took the emptiness in stride.
E VENTUALLY the emcee asked what would be our order,
T hough it was hard for him to speak because of his goiter.
R eaching for my empty wallet was an INEVITABLE ILLUSION,
Y our CREATIVITY will be needed now, to prevent any contusion.
P erhaps I was mistaken, thinking I’d drop in for an alcohol INFUSION.
A lthough, the strong smell of pot just might ease that delusion.
L ooking all around the place for some small sense of sanity,
A fter that, the TV just went blank during a show called “Hannity.”
C ould this place, I wondered; be a “poetry palace” with an open mike?
E xcited, I ran out for the chap book I left on my trike.
By John Trusty
Categories:
ould, on writing and words
Form: Acrostic
J ust a lovely sunny day
A nd I'm ambling along
R iver flowing peacefully
E very sound evokes a song
D elightful is this day in May
P retty blossoms everywhere
I n my path and on the air
C reatures peeking out at me
K neeling some as if in prayer
E ase of mind and body free
T ucking memories away
T o preserve a perfect day
A ll the world is fresh and new
C alling out the busy bees
R obins picking at the ground
O nly wind--a gentle breeze
S pring is going much too fast
T urning warmer every day
I wish this lovely time could last
C ould I but keep this lovely May.
For Jared Pickett Acrostic2
Categories:
ould, nature
Form: Acrostic
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