Sitting on me, butterflies and dragonflies give poses.
Am I not, yet, less known than my fragrant sisters, Roses?
Am I not somewhat less cared for as though nature's stepchild?
The sun and the shower on me, yet, fall tender and mild.
I'm Hope. Optimism in me, like streams towards heaven, flows
Faith, in the form of chlorophyll, wearing green costumes glows.
Love, loyalty, and destiny I divinely present
In each petal of mine dwells the Guerlain Shalimar scent.
A prosperous life, positive growth, joy, bliss, contentment
I offer optimism with a sweet psychic amendment.
Love me like a father, mother, brother, sister, or friend.
Scenting your grave, I'll dwell with you till the universe's end.
Big Orange was a housecat gone wild
He'd eat my cat's food then he smiled
No more do I leave food out
He no longer has clout
He came back with wife and stepchild
Big Dog Great Pyrenees from next door
Said, "Cats one species I abhor".
Now they're three on the housetop
Where they are sure to eavesdrop
They surely lack grace and candor
They will hear everything I bark
Share the information with lark
Big Orange from his position
Hired a famous musician
Now they rock gossip out of the park!
Written: November 28, 2022
Contest: Children's Limerick
Sponsor: Eve Roper
I know silly, nonsensical work.
A redheaded stepchild, he lacked savoir faire;
seems all that he did brought his parents despair.
He made them some gingerbread, did so with flair.
Just for spite, he included some bits of his hair.
Equal rights for all?
A woman, man and child.
Of opportunity, solidarity thru domestication
Then why? Some are treated as a stepchild.
Equal rights is similar to social injustices, non-alignment,
biased land of liberty and equal opportunity?
From nearby and abroad were seized and transferred without one’s voluntary decisions. Are embracing oppositions, rebellious injustices from the land of Equal opportunity much change and growth is needed.
We were caught up in the moment
A moment of challenge and battles,
toes were stepped on, hearts were bruised,
lines were crossed.
What came out of my mouth may not
have been true, but it was my truest understanding
at the moment. Can you ever forgive me
for leaving you
alone
in that room,
like an unwanted stepchild.
I regret that. The moment of challenge
was clearly understood,
but who you are became obscured
by clouds of blindness.
Clouds got in my eyes.
That day when the earth fell out
from under my feet, and my knees buckled
for the first time. It was a pain
that I never want you to endure.
They say Hell is the moment
when we experience the pain
that we have put others through.
I don't want you to know that pain.
What good would it do?
Would it make you love me more?
No, it would only show you the depth
of my pain. So you will have to believe it
on faith, but know you are forgiven.
Yes, I believe you meant no harm.
The moment turned angry, that's all.
Time passes, and the clouds are warmed,
dissapated by light. Warm loving light.
I know you meant no harm.
The American way
The only way
The last place on earth
The Last Chance Saloon
The bee's knees
The Great Satan
The silver bullet
The last roundup
The life of the party
The enfant terrible
The golden girl
The ugly stepchild
The man in the moon
The Frankenstein monster
The great white hope
The end
She calls on me, intermittently
In fickle favor, in spotty dictionaries
My demure, distracted destiny
She is the unrequited lover, the absent mother
She is Santa, granting wishes
Upon orphan dinner dishes
Then, flitting through my mind's back door
Leaving me her messy, unfinished chores
She is sly mischief's mocking whim
She is moonlight's pull, waxing and dim
She arrives on trumpet's fanfare glory
To bestow in my beggar's palms, a story
I am too poor to pass her by
Too thirsty, her nectar to deny
I am the third string, the second select
Her stepchild of benign neglect
She is my bitter pleasure, my inconvenient pride
My every frustration, my only tribe
I am a poet on part time pay
As full time runs a five second delay.
6/28/19
Not a student of Poetry,
more a student of life
The words fell before me,
stepping-stones of delight
Not a student of Verse,
but of musings inspired
My days withdrew inward,
the years stoked and fired
Not a student of prose,
but its lover the same
As words strung together,
and called out my name
Not a Poet or Novelist,
but a writer for sure
Verbal stepchild unnamed
—asking for nothing more
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
could someone please tell me
of the moons intentions
and of their affair
with Jupiter's rings
when lo and behold
Io has a fire in her belly
snowy volcanic fields
burning ice in her spring
Europa stands by
displaying cold shoulders
with oceans below
life she does bring
brother Ganymede
pulls it together
dark are his regions
light his terrain
beaten and battered
Callisto the stepchild
unchanged in its matter
and the song that it sings
is this all true
of Jupiter's moons
and of their intentions
could someone tell me
takes out it's loaded gun
shoots holes in us for fun
daring us to try and run
time
knows the game and plays it well
watches from the side or there about
has us play against ourselves
time
laughs at you in your shame
takes delight in giving pain
whispers to the passing wind your name
time
is the wicked stepchild
the mad dog running wild
the haunt in the midnight howl
time
takes what you offer, gives back no change
feels that it must rearrange
places on you all the blame
time
holds tight to lost memory
takes it's que from history
spits on you before it leaves
time
draws on another cigarette
exhales the stench of death
till up in smoke is all that's left
Hey fat man
in the little red suit
All those little girls
think your so cute
But ive known the truth now
since i was over three
And caught you kissing Mommy
under our christmas tree
I heard whispers and moans
and little passionate sighs
Ya i saw that twinkle
in your bloodshot eyes
I crept over to your bag
and peeked right in,
I saw twenty bags of cookies
And a bottle of gin
Your were gettin busy with mom
Goin all ho ho ho
Then i saw my name
On a lump of coal
No little red wagon
No G.I. Joe
I screamed, "thats it fat boy"
"you gotta go"
He got dressed fast
So lively and quick
But first i swatted his ass
With a red-hot poker stick
Up high he jumped
And went screaming into the night
I said, " and dont come back"
"until you get it right"
I beat her like a
red headed stepchild because
That is what she is...
*JOKE- I don't beat her,
but I do have a red headed
stepchild. :)