skies partly cloudy
rain sometimes, lightning, june’s sog….
bee balm’s blooms explode
old fashioned canas
called bird of paradise blooms….
lemon daylilies
fern laced fennel’s gold
begins to show towering highs….
oregano blooms
rain lilies’ blossoms
multiply from two days’ rain….
pink gladiolus dream
And then in midst of summer's lore
I sang a tune of hail and gloom
Of dark and light and so much more
Of pain and sorrow, and of plume
Oh, darling, you walk through a muddy bog
But my sweet, I can't save you now
Still, I promise I won't let you sog
We both know it won't be long now
Till you give up your gloomy heart
And let someone in one more time
Till you forget all about that part
That part of your heart you saved for summertime
Sweetheart, though I've met my end
Just know you can find love again
He cast a crouton on the water
Watched it sog upon the swell
What came back was lava bread
And Chelsea buns as well
She threw in an expensive cake
‘Twas softer than a futon
But what came back upon the waves
Was just a soggy crouton
© Gail Foster 2016
There are many lights that glow in the fog
Shadows diluted within the big lights
You can see the puffs of the cloud’s long jog
The city holds cement instead of bog
But the lights that are enveloped are bright
There are many lights that glow in the fog
Penned up in the city yards are some dogs
The streets are lit up, looking very white
You can see the puffs of the cloud’s long jog
Unlike the country there aren’t any logs
But there are curbs to look after in spite
There are many lights that glow in the fog
The cloud takes in everything like a hog
The brilliant fog takes up with tons of height
You can see the puffs of the cloud’s long jog
Mist creates wetness leaving all with sog
But the effect of fog brings one delight
There are many lights that glow in the fog
You can see the puffs of the cloud’s long jog
Russell Sivey
Not for the Contest! Contest entry was Initials on a Tree!
My memory tells
about your happy school days
as seen in your smile
I heard recently
you bought a dress for your mom
with your own money
I saw you lately
at the center of the crowd
beside the right lane
An old man asked
"He is your student, isn't he?"
I could not answer
You went to Sog-ong
last night in a barayle*
it was fiesta** there
Our eyes were not there
to see the knife reach your lungs
and mar your future
Your friends could not serve
as a thick metallic shield
to face the sharp blade
All that they could do
was to carry your body
home by the hammock
Goodbye, my student
whose life was taken swiftly
like a lost bubble
* Barayle is a local term for "night party"
** Fiesta is a tradition in the Philippines where people celebrate a feast in honor of a saint
I told her I would walk her dog,
She had been ill, was in a fog.
So off we went on our little jog
When Fido spied a pesky frog.
Off at a sprint, over a log,
And the two of us landed in a bog.
Clothing's wet, it's all a-sog
Because of this here blasted dog.
Neighbours eyes are all agog
As back up the street the two of us slog.
So the next time she offers a cup of grog
I'll not be suckered into walking the dog.
for Dane Ann Smith Johnsen's "good Deeds" contest
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