"I want to play too! I'm Mich, I'm from Connecticut, and I got RTI and RIT."
What an adorable way to make sure you join in the intros. Tho you're a bit of a copycat, stealing my answer and all.
He is so delightful...
I’m just his friend. I’m just his friend. I’m just his friend. She said.
All she heard was the sound of a passing SUV and her footsteps on the sidewalk.
"I wanted to go to Maine for college hockey, but then reality set in."
After his beautiful brown eyes left mine, I lower my gaze to this "chubby" he mentioned to notice an alternative bulge.
He is so charming...
I’m just his friend. I’m just his friend. I’m just his friend. She said.
All she heard was the starting of a Chevy Cruise and her footsteps on the sidewalk.
"Does this make you embarrassed to be my friend?"
I just watch with giggles as he tries to eat the pizza but instead drops all of his papers on to the floor to abandon them.
He is so cute...
I’m just his friend. I’m just his friend. I’m just his friend. She said.
All she heard was an ambulance sounding it’s siren and her footsteps on the sidewalk.
“I’m just his friend.”
Categories:
rit, friend, friendship, love hurts,
Form: Free verse
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Categories:
rit, absence, angst, art, confidence,
Form: Free verse
Hiz fingrs they did be tray him
koudn't keep tim to, uh, a beats
Hiz toz about awkwordlee the same
All left foots, Joe, of sadly sez, wur
Wer iz hop, wen kids kant reed or rit
An if they kant dants, they be to wit
_________________________________
This is a composite of what I was dealing
with as a tutor, pre-COVID, by the way.
The kid who wrote this is now a high
school honors student... And if you be-
lieve that, I sell leak-proof cabins in the
African Rain Forest you might be inter-
ested in. ...
Categories:
class, sad, today, writing,
Form: Free verse
FAILURES
Failing in your efforts to achieve your cherished dream
Are just the keys to the possible success supreme;
If your steps to reach the peak in the dark hard seem,
Lift up your spirit, leap forward in its guiding beam;
Unless unswervingly you move to face trials extreme
Reaching success is best forgotten - a daydream;
Embrace your failures and on you move and gleam,
See yourself shine as do the skies in the sunbeam;
Date: 09/06/2021
Message In An Acrostic 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
Categories:
rit, success,
Form: Acrostic
DANS MES RÊVES
la malédiction vaincue
dans mes rêves
un arc-en-ciel nous protège
un champ d’été nous accueille
on court
on joue
on rit
on danse
et le soleil
bien qu’il descend
ne meurt
jamais
Translated from my poem IN MY DREAMS
Posted on May 14, 2021
Categories:
rit, surreal,
Form: Free verse
M-ind
A-nd
R-eason
J-ust
O-ccupy
R-esearcher's
I-mmeasurable
E-xcellent
L-earning
A-s
W-isdom
A-dds
G-rit
Topic: Birthday of Marjorie Lawag (June 22)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Categories:
rit, birthday,
Form: Acrostic
great mind over matter to set brainy bedlam
in an organized queue
so while attention of your
might be moderately rapt, this rue
stirring, hen pecked spouse
best stop digitally squawking sew
the ethereal essence can beak comb
brought to cypher awareness too
and in a figurative nutshell,
when doth a scrivener know when to quit
or tubby pointed rhetorical question -
at what juncture does any artisan
more prolific than yours truly
reckon that his/her faux masterpiece
can no longer be perfected?,
cuz further rit
dick kuel us tampering, potche ing, footsing,
would induce dedicated followers of mine
to undergo severe urge to wanna spit
or throw FAKE nipples,
subsequently they would feel tit
till late head, find this schlemiel
to end this plotz to whit!
FINIS.
Categories:
rit, adventure, art, character, dedication,
Form: Free verse
La vie et la mort ont ete separes
Et ils ne pourront plus se cotoyer
ils crient de leur douleurs
sans pouvoir arreter leur pleurs
la vie lui envoie des ames qui quittent notre monde
pour lui montrer combien elle lui manque chaque seconde
la mort recoit ses cadeaux
et les range de sitot
la vie est remplie de folie
on y pleure souvent et on y rit
la mort est remplie de douleurs
ou ces ames errantes n'arrivent pas a secher leur pleurs
ils se sont separes
comme une riviere par un rocher
mais la fin du chemin
ils se rencontreront car c'est leur destin
Categories:
rit, death, life,
Form: Free verse
Wen I was jest a litl boy
An a pensil was mi toy
I likd to rit poms
An did mi best … homs
As a teenager
I began to revolt
I got an attitude
To the man I was rude
My writing was crude
I experimented
Adults were demented
I took a position
Refused to listen
This poetic young buck
Didn’t give a flying …
As a young adult, spreading my poetic wings,
I wanted to be free;
Free of inhibitions -
Free of rules and regulations –
Impress with my prodigious vocabulary
Attack sex, love, morals and politics on scented sheets
I had an urge to explore the fascinating new and majestic universe
And my poems were free to be as free as me
As I matured and mellowed out
No longer harboring the need to shout
My poems once again found their rhyme
And I returned back to a younger time
Full circle, I find my journey spent
Every step of the way being heaven sent
Categories:
writing, universe,
Form: Bio
There was a young woman named Rit-a
who married herself a big cheat-a
When all's said and done
she found out she's one
does not need a man to complete -ha
written may 13 th,2013 for contest 5 Minute Challenge
sponsored by Russell Sivey
Categories:
rit, humor, husband,
Form: Limerick