In the teeniest trunk of an oleander tree
lived a goose, an elf, a faerie, a unicorn and me
we felt safe and secure in the winter you see
our favorite meal was plum sauce and elderberry tea
we have become friends in the summer of ‘93
the first one to recruit me was the little faerie
grouchy grumpy distrustful elf was against me
unicorn ignored them and they disagree on three
Don’t be a silly goose said the elf named McGee
We don’t know anything about this newcomer she
we know she’s from Ireland with a fellow wee
This completely turned the attitude of Celtic McGee
As I sat I stared at the teeniest tiniest of hairs which by and by was not so easy for these naked eyes to quantify it was but one single prayer that then as it were by or perhaps with some sort of surprise that I realized that what I had just then surmised could only have been seen slantwise…
Charming and serious, communications between
the fairy and dragonfly, compete for a child’s attention.
—Poet
A rustic sky, out of bound;
Humans see ethereally.
Teeniest fairy, on sunshine round,
children find touchy-feely.
On warmest bed of optimism,
in her red-pink gown, wings sans sound.
She entertains, charms with witticism.
Steely-dragonfly’s profound.
Supernal what-ifs sifted.
Human children understand, for
the tiniest while, the world’s gifted.
Blue eyes gaze sunflower’s core.
Verdant leaves cocoon, sway in breeze.
Amidst the seeds, mobile lifted,
innocent, before the birds’ and bees’
fluttering lashes shifted.
One of the easiest mistakes to make is having too much pride.
It is the sneakiest of snakes as it makes its home inside.
It only needs the teeniest tinyest of space til it inflates then trouble has arrived.
Then it's disobedience and ego that dictates to elevate as common sense is left behind.
Soon is too late as it just scrapes and breaks as heart and head collide.
You make the mistake that creates the hate because now they think you lied.
They can't relate or escape from what takes place as it begins to divide.
Those you love can only wait and speculate until you decide.
Feeling misplaced maybe erased as you chase this thing called pride.
The teeniest human-like robot is six inches tall
Half the length of a standard ruler
she can walk, kick and do pushups
I understand the value of walking
we can watch her walk down the desk
Kicking might come in handy if she meets a mean pencil sharpener
But why would a robot need to do a push up?
Techno weenies amaze me in their odd thinking
Charlotte was confiding her secrets to the teeniest tiniest toads.
they sat and listened with interest. None of her stories was old.
their silence and lack of suggestions was more important than gold.
Charlotte loved sitting by the pond and sharing with her sweet tiny toads.
Today I had a sliver of a piece of pie for breakfast.
Before I had my thyroid pill,
before I remembered I cannot eat before I have my thyroid pill.
But it was the teeniest tiniest littlest piece.
Probably ten million calories though.
I should give myself a smack down and a beat down, but I don’t.
How about I have a little bitty piece of cherry pie? I coax myself.
My husband offers me cereal, but how sweet is that?
I put my nose up at it.
Two slivers of pie and a tiny piece of cake later, I feel badly.
So I take a diet pill.
It does not kick in.
So I take another one.
Wait fifteen minutes. Nothing.
So I eat the rest of the pie. No one else was going to, right?
If I could stop going to the store, it might help me with this diet
that is not working.
I blame these ridiculous inane non-working diet pills!
vulnerable
seeking approval
wanting nothing more
than a glance a smile a sign of affection
the teeniest confidence builder
to get them started
on the ladder to
their future
AP: 2nd place 2021
Minuscule seeds lay in my palm
A promise of beauty to come
Tiniest seedlings quickly emerge
Encouraged by raindrops and sun
Teeniest blue flowers suddenly appear
Their sweet smiley faces are so full of fun
Written 10th April 2020
Contest 6 Lines Of Cheerful Rhyme
Sponsor Line Gauthier
Contest Strand Pick 8
Sponsor Brian Strand
3rd Place
Fey Day in the forest on the First of May
Nothing better the forest creatures say
There is a parade in the morning and it’s not slim
The teeniest faeries in the trees, on the tiniest limbs
The titmouse and the beetles follow in the grass
Under the dry leaves, all the way along the pass
Butterflies and meadow larks flit in and out the throng
The pixies and the elves will soon be right along.
When the teeniest last sliver of hope
slides out of your mind cells,
gliding away peacefully on the
dying throes of a mean winter’s day
that is when God comes in and
takes over,
speaking to the glimmer of
hope a caring angel pushed inside
your smallest self, moments before
your soul was completely
finalized.
wise ones will let go sooner rather
than later, releasing their hopes and
dreams, trusting that someone
much wiser will take the reins.
He is always waiting, ready to
pick up.
Believe.
Let Go.
Let Him.
Don’t always go kicking
and screaming into
what you have needed
all along.
A baby of tiniest of teeniest winds floated into the breakroom today.
She picked up three itsy bitsy cellophane pieces I had not even noticed,
And she lifted them up ever so slightly,
I watched these transparent pieces cavort in a mini-wind-circle,
It reminded me of three puppies, frolicking.
This lasted not even the teeniest bit of a second.
But this barely-even-a-breeze mama had made the lunchroom seem happier.
She gave me hope.
New energy had entered, and a sense of fun, a glad feeling.
Incessant talking was happening,
But I was no longer here, in the capacity
Of a non-listening human,
I was now a tiny bit of transparent cellophane,
Waiting for my wind-mama
To gently pick me up, and
Whirl me around.
I have never
Felt so puppy-like
As I waited.
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