Time Moves Along
Gabriel Saunders gave me a call.
I haven't seen her in years.
She said, "Don't forget the reunion this fall.
RSVP when it nears."
I thanked her, and asked about Charlie and Phil.
And what about Janice and Fred?
"Freddie and Philip are lovers," she answered
"Janice and Charlie are dead."
I mildly inquired of her fight for equality
no bra for Gabriel Saunders.
She said it appeared it was all for frivolity,
and one less item she launders.
Everything changes with time we are told.
I surely hope I can remember.
A reunion visit with great friends of old.
Did she say June or December?
Categories:
saunders, anniversary,
Form: Rhyme
Me
ACCEPTANCE SPEECH
I would like to thank all my readers and fans for supporting me and making this award I received so meaningful. I would like to thank PoetySoup and the poetic academy for all their accolades. I wish to thank my ex wives, my numerous children, and all the flowers I have planted over the years. I realize I am great, and I realize I am making poetry great again, and as much of a burden as this is for me to carry, I do so with honor. I wish to thank Pizza Hut and MacDonald's, as well as my personal friend the Kernel Saunders for the buckets of support he have given me.
I would love to thank my editors, my agent, my illustrators, my cleaning lady and also my very talented chef. Much deep appreciation also for my chauffeur and butler Keith. I am in gratitude also to my dentist for which without her talent of the mouth, I would not be smiling now. I would like to also thank all my village, and also the company that supplies all my cafe lattes, they filter so well, is so very much appreciated.
Finally, I must also thank my travel agent, my plumber and twelve stone masons for all their rock solid support.
God bless you all
Categories:
saunders, art, confidence, humor, humorous,
Form: Free verse
Bathed
in surf.
Oceans rouse
a midnight swim,
lovers drenched in waves of salted kisses.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 12/8/15
for Nette's Language of Water Contest
*Type of Water - Ocean
Categories:
saunders, ocean, romance,
Form: Tetractys
I shall not beg for love but simply ask of thee
to open your bruised heart, accept my apology.
More than words upon my lips, I offer a new day.
My gift, my soul to share – love’s perennial bouquet.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 12/7/15
Categories:
saunders, forgiveness, love, romance,
Form: Couplet
A Christmas Memory, 1985
The porch, decked in lights, said “Merry Christmas!” when we couldn’t utter the words. Our newly decorated Fraser Fir was a casualty of war that year, but my brother and I were the real victims. My mom and step-dad were battling again, weapons drawn. Neither retreating, they unwrapped and returned each other's gifts. I spent Christmas Eve at the mall, then wrapped dutifully all night.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 11/19/15
for the Contest, A Christmas Memory (Sponsor: Broken Wings)
Categories:
saunders, christmas, family, memory, sad,
Form: Prose
Where snowflakes melt to nostalgic dreams
of candy cane wishes and white memories,
a child with red cheeks made friends with bare trees
and a mother made cocoa with mounds of whipped cream.
With glistening hillsides, sleds came out to race,
our innocence pure in fresh Christmas snow.
Then, night skies of flurries fell in starry glow
and formed constellations on fields of white lace.
Snow flurries frolic to wake long ago -
snow angels made with red scarf and shawl.
Both knitted by grandma for her little doll,
who quickly turned tomboy with packed balls of snow.
My lawn powdered white, a peaceful night scene,
conjures up magic and youth’s merriment -
icicles, snowmen, and hours of fun spent
in a sparkling splendor of falling snow’s sheen.
Snowflakes melt away on a little girl’s tongue.
I held my breath till my mom called snow day;
then, exhilarated called each flake to play
and dance beautifully to the wind’s carol sung.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
written 11/16/15
For the contest, Trashed #4, Sponsor - Broken Wings
Categories:
saunders, childhood, nostalgia, snow, winter,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you
of wisdom all your own in soft sprinklings of light!
Endless, comes a golden crest of sunrise within you,
a gift sprawled before you wrapped in new day,
crafted to inspire graceful strokes in floating skies,
erased of masks and last night’s moonless memories..
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 7/26/15
for Nette's Complete the Lines! Contest
(Line #7 - Rumi)
Categories:
saunders, day, encouraging, hope, sky,
Form: Verse
Wise crystal blues speak sailor's tales.
Fragile hearts heal, unsure from shore -
once battered at sea, restless to love,
once forgotten on cold ocean floor.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 6/13/15
for Nette's Through Your Eyes Contest
Visual #4, 25 words
Categories:
saunders, blue, heartbreak, ocean,
Form: Rhyme
Tears fall for each petal's descent,
descent of blooms in stone-lined graves.
Graves in silence hide their beauty,
beauty of heavenly bouquets.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 6/7/15
For Nette's Four Lines Only Contest
Visual #3.
Categories:
saunders, beauty, death, flower, life,
Form: Free verse
My love, I call you opaline;
you dazzle like a jewel,
extending passion’s brilliant hues,
when chill of night seems cruel.
My iridescent evening star,
adorning canvas sky,
I know your fiery radiance
and ache to feel you nigh.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 3/27/15
for Nette's Let Me Feel Your Lines Contest
Theme - #6 Opaline
Categories:
saunders, light, love, night, passion,
Form: Rhyme
Tulips blaring trumpet the coming springtime.
Throne of season gifts us a floral birth day.
Golden staff of solar rays warms the spring breeze,
shining through raindrops.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
Categories:
saunders, beauty, birth, spring,
Form: Sapphic stanza
The laggard flow of fresh water
With scattered pads of green
Tall blades of sawgrass stretch around the bank
A lingering fog hovers
Sun is trying to sneak through with its warm rays
Lichen hanging from cypress tree branches
With a heron or two
A sea of ferns and thickets
Found everywhere
That offers a habitat to the
Seen and unseen
A path to follow as a deer strolls through
Savoring the spectacular scenery and
The smell of nature in the wetlands
Fern Garden By: Robert Butler
Sponsored By: Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
Contest Name Florida Nature
Categories:
saunders, nature,
Form: Free verse
Tides pull you into waters clear,
cupping both hands, she tastes
your pain.
Her lustrous foam draws briny tears;
waves sigh in seas retraced,
then wane.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 3/10/15
for Nette's Memento of Waters Contest
visual #4
Categories:
saunders, emotions, fantasy, water,
Form: Verse
Where settlers came in search of gold,
they found instead a golden grove.
Trees burst with fruit, for sun is bold
where settlers came in search of gold.
No precious ore, but wealth untold;
rich landscape is the treasure trove!
Where settlers came in search of gold,
they found instead a golden grove.
Inspired by Robert Butler's "Golden Grove"
Written March 5, 2015, for the Florida Nature Contest of Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
Categories:
saunders, nature,
Form: Triolet
It was her forest bright as sunset -
a morning, slithering through wisterias
of lace, tendrils innocent and lush -
verdant the bush of ridges melts.
Is my heart giving birth to flowers?
Radiant you are, your body of garden.
Eyes to open the spirit.
Heavenly Florida!
Florida Contest for Rhonda J. Saunders
Mar 8, 2015
Categories:
saunders, beautiful, places,
Form: Light Verse
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