He wanted my number and name.
I saw on his finger a ring.
I wouldn’t be playing his game.
He wanted my number and name.
I said to him (when the drinks came)
I wasn’t the type for a fling.
He wanted my number and name.
I saw on his finger a ring!
Written May 14, 2016
For the Preterition Contest of Sara Kendrick
Categories:
preterition, boyfriend,
Form: Triolet
They say I wait for you
Didn’t they see me vying
for another look at you
as they shut the oak wood casket.
They say I wait for you
But know that they are lying.
I don't save space on our bed for you
Just that, that side is sagged under your weight
They say I wait for you
I’m crazy, are they implying?
I don't launder clothes for you
Just that a half-full load isn't environmentally great.
They say I wait for you
That truth I am denying.
I don't set the dinner place for you
Just love how your plate matches my plate.
They say I wait for you
Why do they come here, prying?
To stare like I'm talking to the specter of you
Don’t they know you dozed off just after you ate?
Written on 05/10/2016
Re-entered for: Contest 'Denial' by Julia Ward
Categories:
preterition, bereavement, death, loss,
Form: Verse
whoever helps me
no need to mention their names
owe and bow to them
if in any case
though they misunderstand me
i do never mind
Preterition contest : Sara Kendrick
Categories:
preterition, feelings, self,
Form: Senryu
Preterition Swears on the Bible
with all due respect
I was home watching tv
your noble honor ~
it was half-past nine
the only reason I know
O.J. was winning ~
~jill~
Categories:
preterition, humorous, silence,
Form: Senryu
Preterition of Cooking
Don't talk to me about cooking
I don't cook anymore
Tried to cook on a cattle drive
The boys gave me "what for"
We was eight days from Abilene
Cooking was goin' well
A twister jumped the herd that day
An' blew the cook to hell
We don't talk about cooking -
I volunteered to cook
Eight days the cowboys ate my swill,
But that was all they took
I don't cook since that awful day -
The day that they threw stones
Cooking is for others to do
That day they broke my bones.
Let us not talk about cooking
We'll find some way to eat
My bones still ache unto this day
I'd rather eat raw meat
Categories:
preterition,
Form: Cowboy Poetry
I won't sing the words to what was our song.
It would hurt my heart too much to even try
so don't ask me again or you'll make me cry.
I cannot sing it because I am not that strong.
"But, Mom, it had such romantic lyrics and melody..."
Stop asking me. If you want music turn the radio on.
Those days are best forgotten of a love long gone.
Hush now about that song. Why can't you let me be?
I don't want to rake up sad memories of the past.
I won't sing that song, but if you pick another tune
we can sing together and make dogs bay at the moon.
I really don't want to think about a love that didn't last.
"Will you tell me what happened between the two of you?"
No, my darling daughter. I don't want to be sad tonight.
It no longer matters who was wrong or who was right.
I don't want to recall memories of him. That I will not do.
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April 19th, 2016
Sara Kendrick's Preterition Contest
Categories:
preterition, memory, song,
Form: Rhyme
Whoever I dreamt about
Certainly it was not she
Though any woman I dream of
It might very likely be she
No I do not say that
She comes only at night
Though it should be very natural
If she avoided eyes of light
No balcony came out from the house
It was white and flat
Though a terrace would have been matching
And a stirring mouse
No the trees were not naked
But with rich foliage…
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April 14, 2016
For the Poetry Contest – Preterition
Hosted by: Sara Kendrick
Categories:
preterition, allusion, beauty, black african
Form: Verse
She Walked By
She walked through the crowd,
softly offered the urchin shelter and food.
He scoffed at her penury being and ran away.
She walked through the crowd,
saw the urchin and quietly walked by.....
She walked through the crowd,
a smiling figure creeped closer whose preternatural satanic light
lit in her charred soul and burnt accounts.
She walked through the crowd,
iceberg thoughts of the worthless defrosted as she walked by.....
She walked through the crowd,
pampering her cherub whose hand she held tight.
Old memories were getting dimmer when one in a crowd waved at her.
She and her love, hand in hand, happily walked by in a crowd.
April 12, 2016
For Sara Kendrick
Categories:
preterition, care, child, deep, emotions,
Form: Free verse
Retirement day came for the most responsible employee of the company
Thirty years of waking up each morning at 5:00 a.m. in the morning
Making routinary tasks without stopping except for the lunch break
A surprise tribute was arranged by their coworkers and supervisor
Balloons, flowers and a swiss watch were part of the gifts to Tylor
The ballroom hotel was decorated with exquisiteness and elegance
Tylor was in his apartment dressing up, waiting for a limousine
He was feeling very nervous as he was going to an important event
Meanwhile, in the hotel the music was playing with enthusiasm
Appetizers, pastries and other delicacies were served in the tables
Tylor arrived with his charming wife to the five star hotel lobby
Hours passed by and the supervisor of Tylor did not arrive to the tribute
The senior chairman forgot one of of the most events of his hectic agenda
A Skype conference amended with success the unintended omission
For Preterition Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Sara Kendrick
Fiveteen Place
4-11-2016
Categories:
preterition, absence, celebration, humor,
Form: Free verse
I entered the poetry contest
with a poem of which I was proud.
I had read the rules so carefully
to be certain of what was allowed.
I took my time and edited
the grammar, the flow, and the rhyme.
I checked how fast it was filling,
entering it in plenty of time.
Some of the entered poems I found
and continued to hold up my head,
thinking my poem was just as good
as any of those I had read.
On winner's list, didn't see my name.
Judge had passed by, my poem to fame.
4/10/16
Categories:
preterition, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
Pearly gates god waits
Sara, all that booze and men
you cannot come in
comp entry 08042016
Categories:
preterition, fun,
Form: Haiku
The Homeless
People and animals are helpless on the street of any city,
regarded as worthless, society just passes them by,
empty and hollow, they fall into a black abyss of nothingness.
Today, I saw a man with a kitten, and I ran to the store for food,
even though I had only a little money, I did not want to just walk by.
Running back with a bag of food for the man and some kitten food, breathless
inside I was weeping when the spot they had been in was empty. They were gone.
Turning in circles, I searched for them, but they were lost in a deep chasm,
in some doorway probably, crouched and starving. Oh I should have told him to stay,
only then, I spotted them and walked fast in that direction, and
now, I stroked the little one as she purred and ate, the man smiled his thanks.
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April 8, 2016
Poetry/Acrostic/Preterition
Copyright Protected, ID 16-7750814-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Preterition
sponsor, Sara Kenrick
Honorable Mention
Categories:
preterition, sad,
Form: Acrostic
I'm just an old country boy
City life's not for me
In the country I felt free
This city life is chokin me
I got my clothes packed in a matchbox
A pocket full of affairs
My thumb up in the air
And I'm country bound, I swear
Had to hobo me a train
This boy was country bound
Far from that city crowd
Back to my old hometown
an original poem by Daniel Turner
Categories:
preterition, freedom, fun,
Form: Rhyme
The mate of my soul
has passed me by.
Ships in the night.
Out of my sight.
I thought it was you.
My love at eighteen.
Destiny decreed
you become a has been.
I have been omitted
from that lucky queue.
Overlooked, yet hopeful
to one day find you.
Categories:
preterition, bereavement, destiny, i miss
Form: Rhyme
God's tears weep for a lost man keep;
God's tears weep for a lost man.
Lost or stolen; trodden or forbidden
The brazen altar man
A hill walked as ribbons of flesh hung man
Beyond a country far
Scopes at burning desire man on our journey
Fallen upon man yet bright morning star
A foot brings victory to you man
Gods tears weep for a lost man
Lost or stolen; trodden or forbidden
The brazen altar man
Categories:
preterition, faith,
Form: Verse
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