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Monocrostic (Birthday of Fe M. Escobal)
.
auspicious though i
hern during the day lock's my
at night judge janean
*remember friendz; pronounced:
sen-re(u)
sen-ree-yoo
*janean; Hebrew name mean'n:
God is gracious ;)
Behold
A voice announces
Release me
Expose me to the elements
Free me from fungus
Outdoors
Over cool ticklish grass, warm grainy sidewalks, and prankish pebbles
Time to rejoice
Poets here have got a lot
Of soups that they can sup:
Elegy and etheree, epulaeryu served hot;
Tanka, haiku, dodoitsu -Asian broths served in a cup.
Rhyme here is a regular favor.
Free verse also we can savor.
Sonnet is a classic some serve up with ease
On our menu, many items every day are shown.
Using creativity, we like to tweak our recipes.
Please try our soups; better yet, cook some up of your own!
It is addictive.
Used to it
like the wicked bitter pills
that one swallows to numb the pain,
to block the feelings.
Lethargic yet nerve-wracking;
A tightness in the chest that
never goes away.
Faint, throbbing, persistent.
It is inherent to me.
the salinity of an ocean of tears,
the chaos of a storm wrecked ship,
the thorns of a lonely cactus.
Never clears away by itself.
Haunting like monsters,
nauseating like rotten hopes,
Appalling like oblivion,
Repulsive like nightmares.
One drinks it,
Slowly.
Like the morning cup of coffee,
Bitter, gone cold.
Yet addictive.
Mine alone.
-Ree
nap time music
squ-ree-chee, squ-ree-chee
springs are in rhythm
but the glider's out of tune
pat-tat-a tat, pat-tat-a-tat
steady tempo
grandma sets the cadence
on a baby-bottom drum
hypnotized
sleepy ole MacNana sings
A-E-I-O-U, A-E-I-O-U
cows quack and ducks moo
March 16, 2023
Constance La France
Challenge Words Contest "L" Words
This is a senryu poem with added lines of onomatopoeia so I call it free verse.
Kitty a row - a ree
Kitty a ree – a row
You ride a cow
And I ride a mare
We’ll ride on home
to see who’s the first one there
Kitty a ree – a row
Kitty a row – a ree
You take O’Malley
and I take a Flynn
We’ll make a home
To see who’s the first to kin.
Kitty a row – a ree
Kitty a ree – a row
You take a beau
And I’ll take a lass
We’ll take their home
and see who’s the first to last
Kitty a ree – a row
Kitty a row – a ree
Mine took a nine
And yours took a blade
We went to Hev’n
For God He doth forbade.
I
If any writer here didn't like him --
If Souper One, or 2023, dislike Rico,
Please correct my notion: Rico made you smile
Even when you hated to smile or laugh
ThanX Rico for leaving your fingerprints here
More respectful than boot prints --
You tried to enjoy life, and people,
Even when people deserved less
Godspeed! I know you fought "mind control"
Free Spirit who wanted the best of GOD
Thanks Anaya (I am Anaya) for "epitaphing" well
I can hear the bells jingle
My nose picks up the last month’s fragrance
The hassle to just see the month nigh tingle
The last wrap of it, a bundle of abundance
The first line, full of enthusiasm
So fresh, so renewed, so focused on definite paradigm
The debut of the other eleven all anchored on thee
Carefully we scripted, fashioned to never ree
To the countdown we began
At times in storms, rained on but on we reign
We were once our bellies, twice on our knees, severally on both twos and fours
But the beauty therein lied in the drive to maneuver through the rows
The most hyped moments, the most lowly of all
All made the journey beautiful and forlonged
To just sum the buds into fruits
To just water the shoot to foliage, capillaries to roots
So we see the hallmark of the sojourn
In each of the twelve stars taken head-on
Sum up and see whether it’s twilight
Or uncontained sunlight!
Thirteen is a baker’s dozen,
Or a scary Friday night.
Missing in an elevator,
Or a 12-year-old’s delight.
Rite of passage from a tweener,
Cooler in so many ways.
Does it bring a new demeanor?
That’s for others to appraise.
An impish grin and razor wit
Make it hard to guess the years.
Daddy’s girl still loves to snuggle;
Raging, crying, full of tears.
Thirteen is an awkward age, yes,
Not a child, but not yet grown.
A scant few years, she’ll spring the cage;
My oh my, the years have flown!
So here is our birthday prayer:
May your year abound in glee.
Careful to avoid the pitfalls;
led by Christ, our precious Ree.
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(a birthday card inscription on the occasion of Ree’s 13th birthday, so, a few years ago)
Soft and gentle, light and airy,
Gossamer and wing of fairy,
(Except those times she’s mean and scary!),
That’s my precious Mary Berry.
Impish, spritely, that’s my Ree;
What you get is what you see.
Wit (and tongue) that's razor sharp;
She’ll play a tune, then smash the harp!
Treasured more than gems and pearls,
God has graced me with these girls.
I love them when they pirouette;
I love them in their grime and sweat!
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for Marion and Ree, a few years back, evidently
Run, Ree, Run
Go get ‘er done
And while you’re at it
Have some fun!
Determination
On the face
PR time
Go snag a place!
Run, Ree, Run
We’ll be right here
And you’ll know it
When we cheer!
It’s so fun
To watch you grow
Always know
We love you so!
Run, Ree, Run
Life’s a blast!
Watching you
Go by fast
Hit those hills
I know it hurts
Just remember
Big desserts!
Run, Ree, Run
With your team!
Work hard, play hard
Life’s a dream
"Daughter," "laughter," do not rhyme but ought to.
Pure squeals of joy ring out from every door.
For surely graced by God is the man who
Has daughters in the house forevermore!
Blessed indeed, for girls have I in plenty;
With Carrys, Laura, Gwen, they come in threes.
Olga too, but not till way past twenty;
No dad could ever ask for more than these!
Alas, they've flown; the coop is quiet, bare.
Yes, life is good, but not as much alive.
Sometimes I check the rooms, find nothing there.
Was that a car that pulled into the drive?
The door’s flung wide; I go outside to see
More precious girls: Maid Marion and Ree!
The oblong Oak crown sways atop its handle
In the night breeze
Like a spoon stirring its sugar and cream
Patiently
Into the tea of outer space
While underneath
An evening party of old college chums
Slop old time Miller Lite from red Solo cups
Humming along to Tears For Fears
Ev Ree Bod E Wants to Rule the World
How have you been?
Did it all turn out like you thought it might be?
Chit chat shedding like husks of furry Oak seeds
Clumped to the grass
Under our heels
My little daughter sits at the kid table
Legs crossed
All alone
The adults in summer skirts and polo shirts
Drifting about her perfect etiquette
Poor life being
What have I done?
She waits for her turn to take a sip
Of permission
For someone to say her name
Say Go and begin
Her blue eyes looking up
Searching the conversations of that starry black sky
She is not mine
This is what I should sit down and say to her
You are not mine
The thing I wish my folks had told me
At her age
You are tree caressing universe
Sprinkling Earth with a million butterflies
And quenching your thirst from the cup of God.
Never mind us.
F ree from the penalty of sin,
O nly because of Jesus' sacrifice.
R epentance brings relief from guilt.
G race and mercy are given
I n unlimited amounts.
V ictory over sin and death is ours,
E ternal life, God's precious promise,
N ever to be forsaken.
2019
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