This isn't ink — it's blossom breath,
A message from a paper's depth.
That this is a blush pink breeze,
Not just a standing tree.
A story that narrates how spring once paused,
When petals fell without a cause.
A square of paper telling us,
Its quiet bloom still speaks to us.
That nothing lasts forevermore,
Except the trace this stamp once bore.
We pressed a petal into ink,
Reluctant to watch it go.
Stamped beneath the springtime glow,
All we remember are memories that flow.
A fleeting kiss this stamp shall show —
USPS: Cherry Blossom — symbol of spring in tow.
A Broadway show, with kids in tow,
Is challenging, for sure.
You must prepare for getting there,
With hassles to endure.
The car’s a pain, yet bus or train
May cause you some delays;
Then every street, on tired feet,
Seems like you’re in a maze.
And then the wait, which children hate,
When hunger hits, or thirst;
You buy some snacks, but can’t relax,
For bladders might just burst.
The bathroom line, with poor design,
Means that the world expects
That kids must learn to wait their turn;
We tell them, “Almost next!”
The dimming lights, at last, ignites
Excitement from the crowd.
The music blares and some it scares
For it is just so LOUD!
With luck you last, applaud the cast
And head home with a smile,
But hope your crew won’t ask that you
Repeat this for a while.
To the line that reaches eternity
the line standing in front of me
I left myself to wonder
while hopefull dreams I ponder
I love you reached an I love you back
this I treasure in a loving sack
and add to it the many hugs
That signal me a secret love
I reach for things I might not posses
With each opportunity put it to test
And with each success put doubt to rest
the love I seek and nothing less
A state of limbo for that, that crest
My poor heart hopes for the best
When love is met with humbleness
And proceed to love without regret
Don't leave me with this terrible debt
Uneasy with a heart just left
I am willing with words and deeds
I'll confess it is you I need
my love for you has become a creed
I only look for feelings agreed
With that my deepest love succeds
And I will satisfy my deepest greed
Are tow-eds formally cars that got hitched
To the back of a “tow-truck” or is it a myth
Not sure about that
Must Google that fact
Somehow methinks something got switched
pantoum
Squalling seagulls sip the morning sunshine.
while lighthouse keeper, Lenny tends his work -
light shows tricky traps on rocky shoreline.
Len loves to watch brigades of birds that lurk.
While lighthouse keeper, Lenny tends his work,
voracious, screeching seagulls seem to pray.
Len loves to watch brigades of birds that lurk,
a group of gulls glide ‘round the ocean spray.
Voracious, screeching seagulls seem to pray,
“Len, tow the lines,“ - crab traps need attention.
A group of gulls glide ‘round the ocean spray -
time for breakfast, obvious intention.
“Len, tow the lines,” - crab traps need attention.
Light shows tricky traps on rocky shoreline;
time for breakfast, obvious intention.
Squalling seagulls sip the morning sunshine.
December 18, 2019
Sponsor Joseph May
Contest Name Pantoum - Old or New
Our backsides don’t see the stars
the seeds of our eyes hypnotized
mesmerized suspenser
on the flapping sheet
etchings of a classic
flick moths flutter and cling
seeing shadows drawing ever nearer
on the grassy knoll
sunflower eyes expand
as the sea explodes
and Brody’s one hundredth pronouncement
stunned and slow backwards tow
“We’re gonna need a bigger boat…”
7/8/2019
The B.1 @ 32 _ and a ?
A cosmetic cosmopolitan army can jump over the gates at an amazing speed and cause a song to burst out of gilded goods. But not only is the trouble centre marked in the paragraph it is also parallel parked between strobe lighting effects and strobe lighting effects are neither knots in a blanket, knees of a giant gnome, giraffes returning on a contraire council boat. Nor are they symbolic of a heap of dried spilt gravy. The journey goes up then down then side to side which is quite perilous for eggs and other fragility. But two little rabbits hopping on a farm make milk from eggs but that is a tale reserved. Hopping heaping having halibut hearing horal hoaxes. And a spinning castle on a pinwheel. Z institutionalism Z at twenty diamond studs in lines of ten.
Are you frying today? No? Not at all? An attempt to pull the frying pan out would be better off left alone as other plates could fall. Oh dear. The frying is best done outside then? Yes? Are you even listening to the logic? You are? Really? Wow. Well that makes about as much sense as a conversation between a hammer and a screaming screw. No need or necessity for screw fix, adhesive pastes nor metallic elements. Ok then. Now that is sorted it is merely open to say and state that a single word like bus means a station and a single word like train also means station. Why??Because it does. Irrelevant interference interfering intertwining interesting innermost informational influences. Like pow Pow Pow then? Ok and goose kisses a hare. Sponge tab equals tap tap tap and opened opinionated oversized overspills' are too noisy in a library. X mountaineering z z z z at seven yawning lions looking out of a keyhole to twelve flamingos bouncing on trampoline lake. z
Camel Tow
By Franklin Price
12/20/2016
Have I gotten your attention?
I have a story here to tell,
About a different camel tow;
Bet you thought I couldn't spell.
I was driving through the desert,
In a clunker called a car,
Wasn't long, it overheated,
I hadn't gotten very far.
The temperature was 105,
Glad my cell phone had four bars.
Googled for a wrecker;
One for towing broken cars.
Called the listed number,
Was Saudi Arabia you should know.
No wrecker was available
So they sent a camel tow.
If you had another thought
When you began to read this bite
I hope you found it humorous
When you found you were not right
You spin so gently this tale of sorrow,
just like a curtain draped across a window.
It seems wise, or at best somehow safer
to be on your mind than anywhere else.
I weep these tears for your broken heart;
Your dreams that cannot be obtained.
For like some precious things;
If you might have one, it will surely be taken away.
So went my lovers one by one-
down the path to the cave where only bones dwell.
Bones, dust, and the memories with which I reside.
I cannot understand my weakness,
my give to the tow of your pull.
Why it is that I want so badly to know
that you desire me above all others?
I do not covet you as my own,
only that your heart belongs to me.
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