with tangled blond hair blowing
I was a picker of
dandelions,
purple thingies growing wild
and tall daisies
that I found in a field behind home-
with love I gave my bouquet to mother
and she put them in a glass
with water
and placed them on the kitchen window sill
with the others _
Kicking stones is one way to pass time
Other times will be riding the bike
There are many ways that you can find
Take a walk through town and see the signs
Then going out on some friendly hike
Hanging with friends after the bell ring
Then playing some sports shortly after
And go to see the newest showing
Having sodas, popcorn, gum chewing
And just have fun, joking and laughter
Sometimes the circus follows the fun
kids go crazy, parents hysterics
it's a joyful time for everyone
reasons and purpose that they all come
laughter clowns caused ... just silly antics.
There's a park near town where fun is found
and a swimming pool for fools like us
a park, a pool, and a spacious ground
play soccer, football, or play around
a place of Arithmetic, A-Plus.
primal atavism
northeastern artificer
climb coconut tree
She's a little girl aging nine or ten,
Short, serene, slim, with a look luminous;
Obtaining no formal education,
Possessing many a dream glorious;
At sharp five, every morning, her day dawns,
Her dirty sack she takes and off she goes;
Roads, rail tracks, parks, and even private lawns,
What will she get? And where? She never knows;
Parents long unwell and struggling siblings,
She serves them utmost with care abundant;
She collects old bottles, pans, iron strings,
Exchanges and makes a meager amount;
Thus, the little goddess solemnly toils,
Feeds all, sleeps hungry, often, full of smiles.
05/02/2021
Open Poetry 4 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charlotte Puddifoot
We watch Martha dig out buckets of stuff
From a nose that always has more than enough
Globs of boogers, and moogers, then she takes a sneeze.
We watch in fascination, as we eat our grilled cheese.
She must be nervous or something the new guy says.
You think? I ask as I study his face; his name is Dez.
She is digging so deeply, will she bring out gray matter?
I do not judge for in my weird family lives THE Mad Hatter.
We employees always leave work at the exact same time.
Martha’s nose is all stressed out and red but there is no grime.
We watch her get into her blue Chevy, and begin to dig.
It makes some of us go home and eat less like a corpulent pig.
A banjo picker elite I once used to be,
Now my nose is the favorite choice of me
Don't always enjoy
The pickin' finger it soils
Let alone getting snots on my manly goatee
A broken picker...
has history of ignoring flashing red flags
when picking significant others
April 11, 2018
A picker picker who picked the wrong picker.
To bully the wrong victim.
Who's already thirsty to rip up flesh like a wolf.
Ripping up your insides to see what it's made off.
Since you like to be a bully to make yourself look cool.
Hunger to make you pay the price for being a bully.
This time it won't be a whip I'll use like back then in junior high.
Self defense is my game, for being a bully is not what I play.
Thirsty to rip your gust out. for trying to use my poem against me.
for exposing you.
I will never be a victim by you nether will my love one.
A banjo picker elite I once used to be,
Now my nose is the favourite choice of me
Don't always enjoy
My pickin' finger gets soiled
Let alone snotty dripping on my manly goatee
Today
I salute You
mr Nose picker
i know
you are a respectful man
in your corporate
big
with a little question mark
after it
you pick your nose
everywhere
in the highway
behind the wheel
behind the desk
in your office
in the hallway
thinking you are alone
trust me
i always see you
picking your nose
which is already red
and no wonder big
like a huge awning
on a brick building
please stop it
go wash your hands
or use a clean napkin
because tonight i salute you
for your innocent courage
of nose picking
thanks very much
thanks
for nothing...
Stop picking your nose...
Why? it feels nice...
I'm watching you know!
And that doesn't make me think twice!
Silly woman, you astound me.
Lovely man, why do you stick around me?
'Cause you don't have a care in the world, and don't linger a second on others thoughts.
Then if you know me so well, why does me picking my nose give you such shock?
I guess because I never get use to your oddity...
Oh dear me! Don't speak of me so modestly!
...So are you an archeologist? Did you find any relics?
Not quite...it's deep in there...when I get rid of it I'll relish.
EW! EW! EW! EW! STOP PICKING YOUR NOSE!
But if I stop you'll never see if I ever dug the gold!
Oh, give me a shot of that whiskey
My life makes me need it so much
So, give me a shot of that whiskey
And quickly, because I’m in a rush
The liquor, when quicker, is thrilling
The feeling I get is found ease
So, quickly I’ll drink without spilling
Give me that shot right now, please
I have dollars a plenty to give you
My money is quite good I’d say
I’ll tell you right now what to do
Just leave me the bottle, I’ll pay
So…
Give me a shot of that whiskey
You know I can handle it well
For when I get drunk I get frisky
So, if I’m with you please don’t tell
she picked cherries,
and sometimes even berries,
she worked in plantations,
in sun that often shone hard,
she cared little for winters,
that often took her apart,
she had become adept at that,
and earned her day wages flat,
her fingers and reflexes,
had developed,
to the condition of cherries,
and sometimes of berries,
at which they needed to be picked,
her work was just this,
when she was not in job,
she was in holiday bliss,
she had come to see life,
as berry and cherry,
and sure picked her way,
in her own fashion,
quite gay and merry.
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.