coffee was sipping
while into past are slipping
am great at tipping
before last page through
much attention Beacon drew
worked beyond curfew
did display some doubt
Beacon told us all about
whale with water spout
bird sang here and there
when he did was with much care
rode off on a mare
chances seemed so fat
hitting homerun with his bat
became democrat
Beacon did propose
when you have a runny nose
ended up on clothes
wrote another verse
while curse became worse and worse
emptied out my purse
had walked hand in hand
but Beacon said may be banned
laying nude on sand
Let is flow like runny honey your sweet creativity,
Let is shine all sublime your original artistry.
For you have your place with such grace and respectability,
Do your thing so it may bring you peace and sheer stability.
~ For 'Liberum Divisa 5 Poetry Contest', Sponsor: Gregory R Barden~
Taken from 'Inspiration for writers'
A-void
R-unny
N-ose
E-vading
I-nfection's
L-ethal
E-ffect
S-o
C-ontaminations
O-f
L-ungs
A-re
N-ot
G-iven
O-pportunity
Topic: Birthday of Arneil Escolango (April 11)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Postmen are the unsung heroes
Rain or shine they’re here on time
Ten out of ten never zeros
Such respect for postman of mine
In summer shorts till winter’s clime
When at dawn my Postman arose
In snow or rain or warm sunshine
Strong and fit no red runny nose
Written 25th January 2020
ABABBABA
8 lines
8 syllables
Contest Oh-No a Twisted Char-Lay
Sponsor Charles Messina
2nd Place
Contest Strand Select F
Sponsor Brian Strand
HONORABLE MENTION
Runny mind
Where's the words, where's the ideas I can't find.
The memories coming, sometimes imaginative,
This escape of thoughts - is having me contractive.
The world seems more hectic,
I float upon the life I live,
I am floating, yet I'm still remaining poetic.
There's no hinges to hang onto,
There is nothing to undo.
Whenever I think, go back to earth,
My mind stumbles and faints, I loose breath.
It's something I hate.
It lies, that there's no neural path,
That there is something I lack.
Am I inside, a light maniac?!
The runny mind, fails to startup,
It's like it's in a constant nap,
Although I am fully up.
Sometimes I think, am I even alive?,
The objects around are so cold and far.
The people see me smile, but inside I am a scar.
I cannot lie, it's all an undone tie..
The time seems to just fly, while I, simply go by.
To understand me, who may feel this way?
I can't even remember. What did I just say?
Where is the key to unlock the steady mind,
So the words and the ideas I will be able to find.
My runny mind,
Please come back to being kind,
Seriously, quit pretending to be blind.
Sunlight dims on a snowy day;
obscured by clouds blocking Sol's way.
And wailing winds, chill to the bone,
mimicking lost souls, all alone.
Color fades from Nature's array
as snowflakes knit a white duvet.
And depression deepens with snow:
fearing Winter might never go.
Sidewalks, sullied with salty spray,
adopt a melancholy grey.
And Winter cold freezes the toes
of kids, wiping a runny nose.
The songbirds have all flown away,
migrating south from Winter's fray.
And misery takes a firm hold;
contemplating more months of cold.
Adding to the rush-hour delay,
paved potholes begin to decay.
And sadness broods in shadows cast;
dulling hopes that Winter won't last.
Mr. Hansel had a runny nose.
And every time it misbehaved,
The neighbors heard a lot of "Ohs!"
While his foes snorted giggles.
But Hansel didn't care about the nosey dribbles.
He worried more about the clock and runny time tables.
Runny Noses
We pressed our lips
Against the frozen frosted glass
You on one side and me on the other
Pulling them away we could feel the warm blood
Seeping down through the creases in our tongues
You put your purple iced hand on my neck
I shook breaths out of my coughing lungs
A snow ball in my squinting eye
Red now, reflecting the yellow sun
We rolled down sides of reservoirs
Landing on concrete roads, dodging cars
We ran home
Toeless numb, wet gloves
The fire melted the day away
We bathed in lukewarm water
And went to sleep.
A bit colder and you can bet,
Honey goes from runny to set.
Runny oh runny, really runny nose
Right now I must say our relationship blows.
You're always out running while I sit at home
And all I can do is sniff, sneeze, and moan.
And just when I think we've parted for sure
You come running back, a surprise at my door.
And if only I did have such a choice
I'd kick you out on your butt and then sing in rejoice
But instead you stay, and run on and on
You'd think you're training for a marathon!
And those sniffles, nasty sniffles, they drive me insane!
Really runny nose, you only cause me pain.
But with that, there's still nothing I can do
Other than to pop some pills and to wait it through.
But when that day comes and you stop and leave me
I won't miss you one bit and I'll laugh with much glee
And though right then I'll be booger free
...I'll be on my toes for when you come back ...running.
________________________________________
Jan 2010.. It's runny nose season again and my nose just had to remind me!
"So what will you do without me?"
he asks,
I will become Jezzebel,
like all the other forgotten
women of romance movies,
huddle in the back alley ways of
notorious speakeasies
in a revealing red dress
and weep the soul of you
out of me
into your perfectly white kerchief,
runny mascara,
that's what.
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