Jumping Jill she just loved to jump
From when she woke until bedtime.
She was afraid that she’d get plump
If she did not jump through daytime.
Once Jumping Jill did jumping jacks,
She hit and broke Ma’s precious chime.
Ma screamed and scared Jill with the axe,
Now Jill thinks jumping is a crime.
Among 3rd Place
Jill Nursery Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina
Goldilocks was found lying in bed
at a house she broke into
they say she jumped out the window-
her fear of the bears was so great
but I know Goldilocks-
she was my best friend in middle school
and my next-door neighbor.
I offered her oatmeal- she fainted
I invited her for a sleepover- she screamed
we went to the zoo- she ran home
But when we saw three bears walking in the woods,
she calmly walked up to them
and invited them for dinner.
I lost my best friend that night
for her only friend now is a bear.
No! The blue jeans screamed. We do not stretch that far!
The people driving by began laughing it up in the car.
They had seen the old woman who had eaten a moon and a star.
She waddled into the house clutching a huge candy bar.
Please no! The blue jeans screamed as she sat on the bed.
She pulled off her sweatpants and swiveled her head.
I bet these blue jeans will not split she said to her man.
He dared not even look as the jeans’ torment began.
She slid them to her knees, but they would not go over.
Come lick my legs a bit, she suggested to her good dog Rover.
She tried the best she could, but she could not get them up.
Guess we will not split today! One leg said to the pup.
When they heard it screamed a 'Damn it!'
One of them had dared to submit
That Charles, Incurable Hermit,
Chair their forthcoming First Summit
"I'm not shocked, his own dad Hermit:
Why wouldn't he such views permit?"
More screams of 'Bull !' and 'Damn it!'
Didn't George reckon that summit.
To hermits is outside their remit
Not like to a kin cash remit
And face a life of self-limit...
Got excited to find a grey pubic hair today
But not as excited as others in the elevator, I'd say
Some screamed in horror
Others fell on the floor
Guess I should have chosen another way
I awoke filled with anger
For it was but a dream,
You were not here
The Lord claimed you,
From my soul, I screamed.
Entry for
APRIL 2019 PREMIER 7, ANY FORM ,ANY THEME ,
UP TO A MAX OF 5( F I V E) Lines Poetry Conte
Sponsored by Brian Strand.
21/4/2019. Placed 4th.
“We wept”, said the Toys.
“I remember”, said the Dresser.
“I screamed”, said the Lamp.
“I held you”, said the Pillow.
“I failed you”, said the Blanket.
“Please don't”, said the Sheets.
“I'm here for you”, said the Window.
“We'll miss you”, said the Walls.
“It won't hurt”, said the Gun.
While asleep in dark room
I laughed and celebrated life
I saw me drive big vehicles
splashing water on people
crashed the machine on some
I screamed when I woke up
I saw reality of the dream life
people in their agonies weeping
children I orphaned helpless
but those I made dirty rewarded
And the scream will not ebb
on my vehicle all filth is loaded
the burden I had to bear forever
because in my dream I faulted
a play boy, I lived offensive life
I screamed loudly when I woke up
the burden I have to bear forever
I screamed into the canyon
Forgive me please forgive me
My voice echoing off its walls
And all that were left were memories
When from but grace one falls
I looked down into the canyon
To see a river flow
As it wandered along below me
With no where else to go
As you stand in hushed shadows
Would bitter teardrops sting your eyes?
While you looked down in that canyon
To see where my body lies
I'll never forget that dark twisted face in the distance,
Its midnight moonlit finger tracing a path to my door.
A thousand locomotives seemed to roar in my ears,
Then I heard the sounds of so many gun shots.
No, it was the window glass popping from their frames,
Its powerful breath was quickly upon me gripping me.
Those walls began to spin and the ceiling flew away,
My eyes cried as tears were ripped from my cheeks.
I yelled in terror and its horrible voice screamed louder,
In flight within my own house I knew death was near.
So was this the way I would travel to heaven?
Then suddenly it became so very quiet.
That violent spinning monster had lightly set my home down,
This man had stared straight into its giant ugly eye.
For an unknown reason it had decided to spare me,
To this very day I still swear it could think.
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."
© 2014 Robert William Gruhn
Again I played witness
To the stunning vignette that was her body
All evening the thought to compose words
Materialized from a former canyon of desolation
Merely because I had been swept into the distance
As I am forsaken to ponder
When she’ll become attainable