"Forget-me-not are the best parting words said in silence amidst sunset's climbing shadows," ... by The Poet.
My Forget-me-nots my pretties
soon it will be my time to part
this simple life that'll be for not.
I'll idle a bit drifting for awhile
it'll be our dawn to cherish talk
won't be a tempest in a teapot.
For the life I must leave behind
is not only mine but all of you
for my life comes the afterlife.
... I prayed that each of you
be planted in Heaven's garden
there'll be no need of tending
care but merely time for talk.
I'll say words seldom heard,
REMEMBER, life there will be
forever, here is only for dying.
Why? It's rooted to thy name.
(later that evening)
Hi my pretties, my final hour
cometh, I say Good Night to
you here and Good Morning
up there. Forget-Me-Not, a
name our World to Echo ...
The oldest version dates from Tom Thumbs' 1744 songbook. Modern versions keeping with times, caused 'Mistress' to go dark. 'Cockle' is a seashell.
Mistress Mary sang like canary,
When they surround her stronghold,
Swiped silver bells, hid pearly shells,
And pretties weigh all in gold.
purple and yellow, the colors of romance
showing up in ruffles and speckles
orchid delicacy pretties herself
there is a liveliness and a loveliness
she has outdone herself yet again
I’ve been missing you
Especially today
It’s your birthday
I’m going to our favorite place
Down by the lake
I bought a balloon for you
Of course it’s red
Your favorite color
Because you somehow believed it’s the pretties color
So here I am laying in the grass amongst flowering shrubs down by the lake
Holding your red balloon
Lost in thoughts of brokenness
Unaware of tears trickling down my face
I wanna scream your name
It hurts too deep
Darling hear me please
Although I don’t know how far heaven is
I’m sending up your red balloon
I’m sorry it’s smeared with blue tears
But it is filled with my love and our memories
So be ready to catch it darling
Your red balloon
Fin Chuuk
2/16/23
POTD 2/18/23
1st place in Balloon contest
Sponsor by: Anthony Biaanco
On deep green runways
prance the pinks, plums, reds and blues
Photogenic blooms!
Much beauty under teal skies
Then dusk scents, Belladonna.
Velvet petals, famed
for rich matchless, twirling styles
at springtime's debut
Mass unaffected pretties
drenched in poise sunshine and charm.
Get the bacon
Fry the corn
I'll mind my business
And you mind yourn (southern)
Wash the clothes
Dust the pretties
Go to the store
Buy the kids some goodies
Fight your demons
Keep yourself in check
Be sweet and kind
Don't be a problem for others to correct
Go on vacation
Make sure we have fun
Don't be stressed
Be happy to lie in the sun
Do, go , be, everything
To make others feel great
Find your purpose
Don't live according to fate
A moment, please
To rest without a thought
I need to be nothing
So I can remain in who LOVE bought
...me
Written by Trudy Schrader on 09-29-2022
So sadly, I must kill you my pretties -
then, I can love each of ye forever.
True tears moisten simple strokes of my brush,
gay gouache can caress every feather.
As you ascend, your wings will be fulfilled
when they lift to embrace heavenly winds.
We will long look skyward to hear thee sing
on high to that place of our earthly ends.
I shall study you and paint all your kind
to show the wide world how lovely thou are.
If I can complete just this one good thing -
hence, birders high hopes should fly ever far.
Rhyme, 12 lines, Nov 2021, 98 Words,
About John James Audubon 1785-1851 creator of
The Birds Of America book, 435 bird paintings that
that changed the course of avian history forever.
Eve Roper Contest: Rhyme Poems
11/5/21, 12 Lines, 98 Words
Halloween Night
Before the night is done;
Out before the setting sun,
Children good and mean, one by one
In Halloween costumes run
Through the neighborhood
Yelling, Trick or Treat. Feeling good,
Gleaning as much candy and fruit cache;
Laying out their mischief play
Before the night begun to grey.
With a spell curtains close and lights banish,
Children and grown-ups vanish,
Under nights cloak of slumber,
And the spell of Halloween does encumber.
Death rattles the bones
Under their headstones,
Moans of unknown beckon
With every growling second.
In the darkness the ferocious winds howl
Echoing voices of lost souls, moods so foul.
Trees tremble, creak, and shudder
Losing their limbs as leaves flutter.
Shadows run and hide into the depth of nowhere,
As Frankenstein and his bride round the square.
Werewolf painful howls of transformation he cannot bear.
Cackling witches and their feline
On flying broomsticks, above the tree line.
Bats and ghost fly in front of the laughing moon
Fly, fly my pretties, fly! and non to soon
Before the excitement of sins.
Till at last the day begins.
10/17/2020
Children Story
Grayscale had been hearing about the cardinal nest queen
Since the day she was two, and now she was sweetly nineteen.
She is given warm cat nip, and gifted whatever she has ever dreamed.
Her relatives never see her again, but she is honored and esteemed.
There is a hush as the finalist contenders are brought to the palace.
Grayscale sees Pretty Fur, Sleeping Cat, and her cousin, Fluffy Alice
Pretty Fur has a good chance; she is a show off, and winking away.
Many a king has taken this wild cat to their lair, back in the day.
Lazy daisy Sleeping Cat cannot even keep her eyes open.
Maybe I can out-sway and out-play her, Grayscale is kind of hope’n.
The king takes his time and finally makes a decision. Writes it in a note.
Guard hands it to Grayscale there is a huge lump in her throat.
Grayscale is now known as the cardinal nest queen, as note said.
She sits daily with a cardinal nest tied to her throbbing bobbing head.
All she really wants to do is go home, and fall swiftly into bed.
This title is for life, my pretties; at least she is rather well-fed.
The Halloween Cat
I am small, I am deadly
and fleet as the breeze
none hear me approaching
and not a soul sees.
With my claws razor sharp
and my bright toothsome grin
I will catch you, my lovelies
and gobble you in.
Oh the bats are so ugly
for such is their fate,
and yet seem so lovely
when served on a plate;
they glide ever faster
they flap round my ears.
I will catch you, my lovelies,
it all ends in tears.
My mistress is blessed
with a loud, fearsome laugh,
hair like a bird’s nest
and neck like a giraffe’s;
With wrist-dragging walk
and a terrible stare -
I love you, my mistress
For I know you care
I am small, so I fit
on the end of her broom;
we go out when the night
is as cold as the tomb,
and her terrible laugh
scares the fairies away;
We see you, my pretties,
we’ll catch you one day.
Before the night is done;
Out before the setting sun,
Children good and mean, one by one
In Halloween costumes run
Through the neighborhood
Yelling, Trick or Treat. Feeling good,
Gleaning as much candy and fruit cache;
Laying out their mischief play
Before the night begun to grey.
With a spell curtains close and lights banish,
Children and grown-ups vanish,
Under nights cloak of slumber,
And the spell of Halloween does encumber.
Death rattles the bones
Under their headstones,
Moans of unknown beckon
With every growling second.
In the darkness the ferocious winds howl
Echoing voices of lost souls, moods so foul.
Trees tremble, creak, and shudder
Losing their limbs as leaves flutter.
Shadows run and hide into the depth of nowhere,
As Frankenstein and his bride round the square.
Werewolf painful howls of transformation he cannot bear.
Cackling witches and their feline
On flying broomsticks, above the tree line.
Bats and ghost fly in front of the laughing moon
Fly, fly my pretties, fly! and non to soon
Before the excitement of sins.
Till at last the day begins.
10/17/2020
Children Story
As I stared despairingly at the transom,
my daughter declared, as she gave a smile winsome:
“I wouldn’t stand for such a name, if I were Janell!
It’d be okay of course, if Janell refers to the vessel…”
Captain disdain abounds in fields chock-full of chauvinism
A female pursuing a career within must be into masochism!
Put on a brave face girl, and grit your teeth shut
The ponytail pretties better go or you ‘are’ the promoted ****
As seriousness cannot be equated with feminineness,
it is best you strut like you’re swinging two pe!!ses…
Now it’s nice to see more of the younger generation,
accept it’s work and education, not gender identification!
(9/16/20 – Searay 400 sedan bridge; DMS)
In the palate of a rainbow purple is my muse , such depth, such splendour it entrances the eye it fixates only on it
This is the colour of great many things, it may be the lavender of lilacs, or the boldness of a ripe juicy plum , may be that designer plush velvety chair which up on you sit
Purple is represented by royalty on the crown it is displayed with regal attention one must pay
It can be found as amethyst so stellar in its purity , attractive to the bitterness of skeptics, set in the finest of jewelry there it lay
A colour like no other , it’s quite awe is displayed in the cherished summers dusk , that brings solace to the waiting mind
It pretties up the scenery of the naked forest and speckles it in kind
Sensory bliss , euphoric, a constant for a master piece work of art , unique with a pleasure so appealing for all to witness that the heart can see
A Purple Heart for valour, the pleasing touch of velour , the only colour of a vintage El Camino as on drives off into the sunset , purple it the muse for me
She had the utmost prettiest of pretty things
Ruby bracelets, broaches of garnets, diamond rings
Some looked up to her because of her fancy clothes.
Who these thinkers were providence only knows.
I waited for her to make her move, not yet impressed.
She was all of that, beautiful, and gorgeously dressed.
I suspected she would be vile, selfish, insanely mean.
But instead she had kindness such as I had never seen.
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There were three little piggies, Mud, Slop and Eleanor
Mud and Slop usually covered in poop while Eleanor was demure
Hanging out with well-to-do piggies
The ones known as the “pretties”
A misnomer for sure, but Eleanor had piggie allure
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