Appearing cold Winter
with bold steps to enter.
Snow in ivory flakes
Skating on frozen lake.
Enjoying warm milkshake.
Ice drops glistening on bare log.
Well covered guys walk with barking dog.
Jack Frost free frolic jump and jog.
No weariness even on mist and fog.
Snow drops hide themselves behind hedge.
Reindeer pulling Santa Clause’s sledge.
All cherish Christmas cake Veg or Non Veg.
All on a sudden snow storm to outrage.
Most severe to endure cold in old age.
On dazzling sunny day, under Sun
On snowy field children run.
Throwing snow balls is great fun.
Bakery selling hot bread and hot nun.
Nodding heads Chrysanthemum
In Church singing hymn beating drum.
With woollen pullover, baby in pram.
Sweet heart, I wish warmth perfect.
Please come under same blanket.
Your pullover in my bed, the plushie next to my head.
I loved you, I always knew, I'd do.
But in the end, you didn't love me too.
I followed you around like a puppy, blind of love.
While you tried to brush me off, even now I would die for you.
But you only needed three days to forget that once you loved me too.
We kissed us, we missed us, we stayed strong the whole time, thinking it would be fine.
We planned our kids, our wedding, our lives.
You kissed me while not loving me.
But have you really had the rights?
You couldn't look me in the eyes, not even calling me while you did the thing you thought was right.
But were you really right when you told me I wasn't the one you tried to find?
We shared stories, families, buddies, and love, just for you to rip my heart and all of it apart.
I wish I could tell to hate you, but I won't ever do, cause even now, I still love you.
she wears the latest fads
regardless of her moods
mix and matching as per all the rules
wouldn’t want to get it wrong
as she parades across
the catwalk of her days
i’m not so fancy
i stand at her side
in my favourite carefree pullover
my simple plain old leggins and
my wool socks curled over hiking boots
i may not be sophisticated but
it's undeniable that i'm
comfortable in my own skin
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Drooling along,
Every day.
No matter,
What people say!
My mother says," Shut your mouth! Your spewing drool all about!"
My father says, "I'm going to bed! No more drool on my head!"
My mouth is shut tight,
But the drool takes flight!
Over my lips,
Down my chin,
On my shirt,
Where it all soaks in!
I have a lavish style of dress,
Only the very best!
And if anyone is to check,
They know my clothes,
Due to the spatter of drool,
Across my shirt and under my nose!
I'm the only one with drool splattered clothes.
As everyone knows,
The boy who drools,
Wears the best clothes!
Once I went to work,
For a company that makes pullover shirts.
They had to test,
Which material was best!
To absorb the least sweat.
So, my drool has paid off,
Now I wear a new shirt every day,
With drool dropping every which way!
In the meantime,
I used my brain,
Started a company with shirts that don't stain.
When the season turns
summertime wears pullover
shivering with cold
These past few months have brought change
during the covid-19 outbreak all over
some of these changes been good others bad
personally, it's been like a new pullover
Like any new garment, it smells so fresh
so this lockdown situation is so new
no need to rush about, having time to ponder
doing what you want to do even to chew
Being retired now for some years past
been doing my own thing has been neat
movement has been curtailed to get about
that's been a disadvantage not able to meet
Some plus marks I've really enjoyed
reading books and writing more by far
also, listen to my favourite music too
made this time quality far above par
Less cars road-bound means less pollution
noise reduction has meant all is quiet
but what was normal isn't anymore
will it be again? have we reached our share?
Every mother is a woman,
But not every woman is a mother.
Womanhood is by virtue of the sculptor's mould,
But Motherhood is a sweet-bitter Journey for special trekkers.
So I knew a man who was a mother,
And a woman whose door was shut forever, yet could boast of a generation..
Because though she lacked a fertile land, she could make fruits out of seeds...
I know a mother
In her dehydrated state, she quenches my thirst,
From winter's cage ,she hands over her pullover to me,
From that desert without Oasis, she rains tears each time drought bedevils me on that ground where imbibition could occur,
In her tattered self, she slumps down on both knees ,gazes at the sky till the star touches my life...
You know a mother
Let me lend you my ink....
Happy mother's day to every Mother out there... God bless you
It takes two to tango,
as they say.
It also takes two
to road rage.
It sure is fun watching
two insane,
out-of-control knuckleheads
zigzag aggressively
on the highway
with their driver windows down;
honking their car horns,
screaming
vile obscenities back and forth!
Classy guys exchanging "bird flips"
as they chase each other down;
both angry enough
to run each other off the road,
if they ever end up
side by side!
Can you imagine
being caught up in that craziness?
Two banshees on steroids;
funny considering
one can't understand the other.
That's exactly how to communicate!
In the midst
of all the chaotic madness,
me and you; two safe drivers
sharing the road with two idiots
without a care in the world
about the safety of others;
completely oblivious
they're also playing Russian Roulette
with their own lives.
Neither of the two
possessing the presence of mind
to simply disengage
and turn down the heat
before it spells disaster!
Do not tailgate
these uncivilized loons.
Pullover to the shoulder,
or better yet,
take the next exit to safety.
Date written: 05/03/2020
I like the way you call me
I love the way; you care me
Every time you need something
You trick me up falling.
Please stay with me, don't leave me alone
Pullover my eye, please don't hide
Everything I need is, the looks you hide
Now or Never, not for us together
It's hard to take it anymore
the long-distance relationship
It's hard to take it anymore
Without hugs, love, and kisses
The memories we have together
Ice-cream in the park
Dancing in the dark
Will be the sweetest forever.
Please stay with me, don't leave me alone
Maybe this is the worst day of my life
As you're going aboard, going aboard, but
I am glad you'll be the soulmate of my life
#4 #lovendsken #poetrychallenge
The road ahead is almost yellow
Somewhere bright somewhere faded
Waiting for its soon-to-come fellow
In the air crispy murmurs
Alder and Birch look cravingly
Squirrels running at their feet
Gathering seeds and nuts so wisely
Stashing better than our closet
Maples flare red and orange
Tall shadows in the afternoon
All around a tinted transience
Thanksgiving for what we owe
Fallen leaves crunch under bare feet
Flying southward, birds clap their wings
Your lonely back looking lovely
Nothing to hold on, leaves keep falling
Your eyes at harvested pumpkins
Your nimble fingers knitting a pullover
Bamboo needles seeking more light
Who does cross your path now
September 16, 2019
Fall Into Fall Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
CHEERS!
Jolly jubilant Jack Frost jogs on snow
Wonder of winter shows snow in white glow.
Fun of smooth ice-skating on snowy track
Children throwing snow balls in front or back.
Crisps of thin snowflakes flying out of grip
Knife of ice hits heart of winter too deep.
Dazzling Dahlia nodding abloom face.
Snowdrops though shy, gorgeous no less.
Severe chilled morning greets with fog and mist.
Woolen sweater, pullover, all in list.
Couple comes close in single comforter,
Embracing tight, pressed lips, not to chatter.
Winter enters in frolic festive mood
New Year to enjoy with sumptuous food.
Have fun, make merry, dance delight: Cheers.
Beat drum, sing in chorus, laugh loud, no tears.
01/08/19
Edited on 04/04/20
Third Place
'STRAND CHOICE Z' Contest by Brian Strand
A collector of tin boxes in all shape and disarray.
the older the better but the new welcome too.
It started with a house full of buttons that i will play
look here that one gone escaped the pullover.
In my pocket I will look for the next tin
as my mother knitted the great escape.
Crayon to melt a stamp and shell not gasoline
I alway found the necessary to amuse me.
Now a doyen I open the tins and travel the child
as a homeless I remember the saving of a soul.
Got my house but the tins part of my life
and still searching for the best one.
If such a thing i found today toasted
and discarded the disc for a massive ragga jungle.
A surprise to find what i will put in it
may be a wisp of air to soar the delusion.
Tough love is not putting you down.
You need to pullover and think,
Change your path.
When you come to the Fork in the Road
And you do not pick it up---Then…
You trip…and fall…and wonder…
How did I get a fork in my head?
One cannot call for help.
One does not have a job,
To pay for a phone.
There are people who love you,
What about responsibility of self-respect.
Tried to help—don’t know what to do anymore.
Don’t wait too long to figure things out.
Only want the best for you.
So for that reason—I cannot enable you…
I do not see u anymore…u never call…
Life will never be the same…
My son is addict…
My life has changed…
Copyright © fonda anne….mooreofme....mamao
with got turn on
mabe it was wrong
we was on the road
our boby has a hot load
we got in this clover
and pullover
mabe it complete
it was sex beat
\you can bet
was
BACKSEAT SEX
what a cool context
her mind is not pullover
dot into the brain
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