The carrots jumped up and grabbed my nose,
Swatted them back down with my toes!
Spinach curled round my fork,
Had two eyes!
I knew it was alive.
The peas lined up across the plate,
Waiting for the spoon to retaliate!
"Quit playing with your food, momma said,
Or I'll have to send you off to bed!"
It's not me!
The food on my plate will not stay still!
Attacks me,
At will!
As the steak marched across the plate,
I stabbed it quick,
Before my mother could state,
"Off to bed with you!
Playing with food will never do!"
So off to bed I went.
It's a good thing,
The jellybeans parachuted in.
Now I'll have some dinner.
The end!
Backyard dandelions
have parachuted upwards,
on heavenly breezes.
The mower gave them a kick-start,
then they ascended; some to tickle
ears and noses.
Ride along garden cowboy,
your straw fieldhands hat,
is full of sunny sweat.
Old black dog
long past its time,
jiggles its hairy hind -
a hot tamale wagging the sky.
Small town
brown rabbits scoot the air.
Honeybunch arrives with cold beer.
Soon the gas guzzler
will dawdle, decide to die happy,
its clattering engine
between khaki shorts
sputters
upon a stubby green.
Orbiting Sol
dandelion children
return
loaded with raindrops
to wet the whiskers
of a fat tabby cat.
Now where did lumpkins go?
Under the hedgerow
feline gums yawn wide.
Quote: Don't let the lilacs die without a touch of sweet perfume
send forth, from life to grave
She scented her wings with a powdery substance of lilac
then parachuted to earth tipping her scissions
with utmost precision;
Stardust fell across his cupid cheek but he did not rouse
talcum scent of baby powder mingled with sweet sachets
alighting gently like the moon when discerning the sky;
With whispering wings wrapped snuggly
she leaned over his tiny body then whispered,
" go ahead,... live "
January 14, 2022
Enforced Shutdown Five
The geek hacked into the jet plane while in flight.
Used his USB and laptop to gain access via the docking port.
Cosmetic damage to widen the port was nothing
compared to cutting the engines and crashing the plane.
Two hundred passengers screamed when the engines fell silent
then cheered madly when they surged at full power.
Terror returned when silence again returned.
What did not return was death.
He tapped on the door and gained entry.
One passenger had a heart attack, another a stroke.
The remaining 198 shouted in dread.
Yes, you're all going to die. Get over it.
Some wrote out their wills, others I love you notes.
When the airliner touched the mountain, it was over.
A kiss of death, ending their plight.
Broken plane, scarred rock, dismembered bodies, burning fuel.
The code Enforced Shutdown Five was emailed to all the networks.
Before the crash actually happened, it was news.
A 123 situation in real time.
Faster than a bullet, it was over.
The hacker parachuted out at the last minute.
It was the third time he'd done this...
New baby angels float in turquoise gowns
Come down slow like opened parachutes
On eight sided snow flakes in Alaska
Where sun light plays with ice on trees
With colors creating crystal glowing dreams
Angels come in peace from far off galaxies
From newly created universes from beyond
At the edge of quadrant five where time began
Where holy forces congregate with dark matter
Brilliant beacons of hope travel on light beams
At light speed to find a home with fallen snow
As children find the wilderness in innocence
Exploring the unknown
Woven through eternity in the fabric of time
Children capture snow flakes in their mind
Play with angels hidden deep inside each one
Parachuted down from heaven on eight sides
The Umbrella
It was a rainy sort
Of afternoon, when I crossed
The bridge didn`t notice
Half it was missing.
Held on to my brolly when I fell
Parachuted landed on a barge.
They needed a deckhand.
The sea was a black mirror, the cook
Was artistic and pissed we only had
Bacon butties that day
I gave the collapsible canopy to the first mate
It was green and covered
In seagull droppings
I reached out my hand to you
The sunflowers burst with smiles
You knew the reason for tears I cried
You’ve walked with me for miles
Your soul is like a shining gem
Endearing you always are to me
I can hold you with an open heart
For the distance in the sea of serenity
You gently reached to take my hand
As the white daisies danced along
To the music of our happy laughter
With your heartbeat in a song
Beating together along with mine
Across the meadow with grace
Parting soft grass in a path of memories
In the flowers of Queen Ann’s Lace
We knew how to make the day our own
From shiny dew drops to warm sunshine
Along shimmering brooks with cheer
Each time no other like this so fine
Private talks in cozy pine needle coves
We shared all we found in new ways
Leaving love messages in the sky
As if we parachuted into the days
Blissful, playful, each breath of fresh air
Floating in our everlasting love to be
Landing on the field’s open dance floor
As music plays our song through eternity
Heidi Sands 5/9/17
Dirranbandi River
Dirranbandi river, grows the cotton,
Waiting for the rains to come,
Dig into the sandy bottom,
Fill your bucket, water some,
Three years of drought,
And then the flood it comes,
Brown snakes are swimming all about,
See the Sand Goannas run,
Get the sheep to the higher ground,
Drown it will, if you leave just one,
Horses standing in the water, bound,
to put em on the sand hill son,
Kookaburras are a laughing,
Food drops on the station runs,
Bread an milk an butter carting,
Parachuted in the sun.
Don Johnson20-sep-11
Francine Roberts
Contest Name Flowing water
Down south on the small alligator farm
Alligators grown to size to alarm
All the workers there too scared
Of young gators as they aired
Parachuted food to keep them from harm
(Inspired by Carolyn's picture but not entry.)
There once was a parachutist called Norm
Who parachuted into an alligator farm
He said with a hell of a shout
"Blimey! it's time to bail out"
Before I'm the calm before their storm
The eagle is perched at a firing sight!
And pebbles salute
Converged in a cannon of salutation
Swift & smooth & sharp!
Bowing near her golden wings
All the pebbles greet
Adoring the blackness of her beauty
Luring her in vain
Into a home-dance at the village square!
The eagle is perched at a firing sight!
And winds of terror blow
Blowing everywhere
Among forest paths & homesteads
Unbeaten by protest-clouds
Here in the sky –
The hunter’s sling aims in vain
Her feathered bosom
Drawing away the eaglets.
The eagle is perched at a firing sight!
And stones in a hurry fly
Over fawning protective leaves & branches
More stones parachuted by hopes
Of spoils & clannish fame!
O eagle seated on the hunters’ disunity!
Rejoicing in the eternal silences
Enthroned in a nest of beauty
Carved like a marbled soul of immortality.
The eagle is perched at a firing sight!
And pebbles salute
Veering in a common confusion –
Should she fly safely away
Then hunters & their folks
Could sigh for another decade
Of her willful dictatorship –
And more stones could greet
Swift & smooth & sharp!
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