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Sappy Tails Story Poem

Betsy, the sweet girl, was such a beauty
Never slack on milk, she did her duty
Pouring out her supply, like a fountain
Feeding on the rye across the mountain

She raised sweet, soft eyes to prove her gentle
Always so much love wasn’t accidental
With a soul, good and warm, she’s so friendly
Yet, her master told her she’s too spindly

Despite her hunger, she just wouldn’t gain weight
She worried about things like a soul mate
Her thoughts took her to the fall, and the hay
When the Blue Ridge Mountains switch to deep gray

Thoughts of gold bales left her stomach starving
Though that hay could’ve made a wood carving
So dry and stale, it couldn’t have been tasty
Still, she sprinted to the stall, quite hasty

After eating her fair share, farmer said
“look at Betsy, she’s fat as that pig, Ned”
At last the cow and the pig were happy
Even though their tale is slightly sappy!

Good Parenting, Part Ii

...So he walked out, stuck out his hand,
said, “Ma’am, I think I can help you,
I’m a Hollywood talent scout,
and you’re girl has potential, it’s true.

“You may not know me from Adam,
but I think your girl could go far,
tell me ma’am, have you ever thought
that she could be a child star?

The mother shrieked and grabbed her wrist,
they both sprinted fast to get clear,
he just grumbled and walked away,
no use looking for talent here.

He found his girl eventually,
tabloids tell her tale every day,
she wished she’d had a good mother
to save her from becoming prey.

Sound Asleep Did Bury Deep

he is sound asleep
did bury my dead cat (Henry) deep
then will cry and weep

no more reliance
life is full of avoidance
contains defiance

each night seems so still
when we did hear whippoorwill
on our windowsill

God always hinted
wait until He consented
then to church sprinted

we gave God a test
kill sinners who are a pest
help bird build her nest

God My Attorney On a Journey

God always hinted
What we did He consented
to church se sprinted

went on long journey
while God was our attorney
our sins would bury

when we would grapple
God did give us an apple
took with to chapel

we looked way out far
Saw God who is shining star
in Carolina tar

born in land of free
God was like a shining sea
flowing over me

while sitting on shore
God made rain which would pour
He made more and more

Enthralled

He sings of a pain
that births a grotesque form
his sadness black tendril fingertips
that drags from tree stumped darkness
echoes carry tendered tears
He sings of hope
that never came
of love that learned of shame
of punishment meant
a smile gravelly buried
Happi
-------n
-------e
-------s
-------s cracked in two
all the broken bits skip the spaces
scars and bruises now replace the skin
Morose arose upon its toes
and as the umber embers
of his fires ending
licked and sprinted
around the camps shadowed edge
i caught the remnants
of others slowly rotting
trapped by songs
deadly enthral

Huldra

Huldra

 In a green valley near a blue lake
where pink salmon swam lived a Huldra.
She was beautiful as seen by human eyes
trolls found her ugly and rejected her.
I heard her desolate song
Saw her shimmering blond as Iberian
sea straw is made golden by the sun.
I saw her tail too.
Before spelling me, I sprinted away.
Folklore has made it clear.
Humans and trolls must not mix blood
because if they do mix, the offspring
will be rejected by both groups
and for perpetuity be lost
walking the strand of loneliness.

(Huldra, female troll in Nordic Mythology)

Spirited Show

Grandpa and Grandma ghosts went jogging every night,
breezing past public parks gave everyone a fright!
they sprinted through darkness far away from the lights,
scaring life out of locals, when they came in sight!

They were both two happy ghosts who bore no one spite,
stuck to old routine, although no need to lose weight!
grandpa and grandma ghosts ran in glowing white tights,
grandma was petite short, grandpa double her height!

town rumours spread, about how the two ghosts could bite!
movies made to terrify, said all was not right!
despite stories they continued to jog each night,
no one ever hurt, so rumours dismissed as trite!

if you are at local park, Christmas late at night,
you may catch a glimpse of them where there is no light,
please stop to wave a happy hi, without any fright,
good souls will always be good, surely will not bite!

Written 3/11/2021
Halloween monorhyme poetry contest
12 syllables each line
Caren Krutsinger sponsored

Evocation

Winter paints a canvas of souvenirs, 
its white steering the mind 
to recall the lilac saffron fields 
that yield to goldenrod…. 
unfurled pods, sundrenched and swollen 
which release their pollen in passion pink.
We stopped to think, took it all in our stride. 
Bliss and bashfulness coincided 
with sentimental steps in depths of emotion. 
We sprinted to catch butterfly moments; 
so potent were those lackadaisical days. 
A magical and mystical sunray haze, 
unlimited by whimsicality.
Ice-cream stands, sticky hands, 
and beads of sweat on brows; 
all of them licked, somehow. 
Kisses so sugar laden, a street haven, 
and wayfarers who wished 
for just a bit of what we shared.
In silence we now bathe in evocation 
a colorful creation 
 where love abounds…today, and every day, 
I hope we find it and remember.

Dreamscape Rain

He sprinted through an awesome barrow, skirting a stone. 
The music of July night is hidden behind hazel leaves. 
I smile and watch young people play from the walker garden.

Indeed, the downpour plunged, beating on my roof tied a tin drum. 
Choking out the bunny's smell in the extents of the forest. 
July fireflies long for the moon as floods ascend from onset. 

The banished euphoric world is an isolation labyrinth.
Watching the waters surface, the days pass suddenly of shadows. 
Conscious at dawn, the moon sails with me to the morning seashores.

1St Place Contest Winner

Written: September 25, 2021

Checked by: SC.COM


Your Best Sijo Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: William Kekaula

His Power Animals

Strong Elk 
young optimistic brave
sprinted through the forest shadows 
his heart was pounding wildly

timber wolves followed
They communed with him in silence
a gray owl began to hoot
Hoot Hoot Hoot 

Brave feels protected 
by Father Sky
Who has honored him 
by sending both of his power animals

He slows down his steps 
the urgency of his quest diminished
his breathing slows; he is no longer afraid 
For he is no longer alone

The Firefly Forest

As I gaze upon the majestic moon,
She walks abreast in her silver shoon.
To and fro I stroll and see,
A sublime glimmer on the teak wood tree.

As the tranquil woods were calling me,
I sprinted ahead, in a sense of glee.
Hither and thither I wandered about,
Until a figure was spotted, ghastly and stout.

Slowly and softly, forward I crouched,
Just a little bit of jostle, among the bushes of ouch.
In a trice, to my surprise,
I see a lambent glow amidst my eyes.

Oh! What a beautiful sight,
To see the woods ignite with light.
Still this memory, lies deep in my hearts core,
Of a firefly forest by the lakeshore.

The Indifference of Dirt

I glimpsed love nestled in the blush of a cloud
and thought it were fated to never come down.
Then in a sudden divine gilded cloudburst
it flashed before me and kissed the good earth.
I sprinted over to behold the last of its mist
a ruby bleeding into its final moment of bliss.
We wept forever  amidst the indifference of dirt
a piece of slag and a ruby mired in the cool earth
never capturing the gloaming of lovers unblemished-

Star Gazing

~ Star Gazing ~

A star shone bright in my window one night
   I leaped from my bed and I sang it a tune
It grinned at me, then took off like a flash
   I sprinted after it madly, a 100-yard dash

It turned left at a stoplight onto a skyway
   When I fell -- sure 'twas foul play -- Tho' anyway
By the time I looked up, the bright star was gone
   I moaned, my face drawn, "What else can go wrong?"

"Plenty," intoned a voice, a voice from nowhere
   That made my flesh crawl, a jolt of a scare
'Til my heart near gave out, when scanning the sky
   I saw the face of my true love ~ my star up so high

        
                    
                    August 16, 2020
   Strand Completely New (#23) Poetry Contest
                 Sponsor: Brian Strand

                     August 16, 2020
     Strand Completely New (#23) Poetry Contest
                   Sponsor: Brian Strand

You Know Una

She is the only one for me
What a difficult place to be?
Sandwiched between two boys
No place for dolls, among the toys

She took many hits on the road
A jump from a bus, I failed to board
A thrashing for a wardrobe fire, I lit
Stood up for me when I could only sit

In quick time, her dreams became valid
From school life to Ivy league rapid
Watched as I sprinted, stumbled, fell flat
The maze nearly ate up another rat

Loyal and pragmatic to a fault
Whenever life’s hilIs, I couldn’t pole vault
On a road from the circus, watched me nearly die
In her brush with death, I could not fly

Another milestone for her, no more
We celebrate being siblings, a whole three score
Thankful for a sister so strong and wise
Always ready to help her brother rise

Happy Birthday Una and many more
This time in rhyme, I will be at the fore
I am proud of you and wish you well
So much love, about which to tell

The Last Minutes of Peace

The world's a blur
Winding through streets of empty
Sore muscles
Out of breath
Out of fear
She ran as he followed

A pace so slow
Yet closing in
A grin of mirth
Yet much sinister
A figure so old
Yet so strong
She ran as It followed

All went blank
As she stared at the looming wall
Eyes averted towards her doom
Yet nothing appeared!
As tears of relief sprinted
The drumming inside her faded...
Her tale went far and wide
The tale of a woman who found eternal rest 
Before her doom.

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