Rainfall pulls the blinds,
on bouncy folk’s wild picnic,
vile thunder as wet blanket,
yet blindside sunburst’s,
so prompt relief augurs well,
for merry beanfest revived
Ominous dark cloud,
imagined plague, close peril,
might scupper gallant junket,
but fleeting storm front,
heartens madcap daring poised,
to trailblaze gold rush frontiers
What began as an ordinary day
took an unexpected turn for the better
with the delivery of a large bouquet
Attached to the bouquet was a letter
its contents at present unknown
but she hoped it wouldn't upset her
Perhaps the letter was meant to atone?
she really hoped that was the case
his behaviour she did not condone
So shaking of hands and tense of face
she read the words upon the sheet
heart thumping and picking up pace....
Her happiness was now complete!
he had capitulated to her demands
and agreed to the new lounge suite
5 stanza
Terza rima
Written 30 July 2022
The relentless biological clock
Our best endeavors mock
God recompensed our growing old
By grandchildren to hold.
And if not,
We are still hot.
Alive, loving and looking up
In work and hope to fill the cup
Of life and meaning and joy!
A daily routine stops, shocks toy
With our mind, emotion and will.
Change turns a corner until
We lose our North and focus
Under our breath we cuss
"What! No Way! Not today!
Not any day," we say.
The winds howl and blow the waste,
The chaff in us and the haste,
Then we settle or cowering hide
Until the storm passes from inside
From God's palm we look again
He dries our tears; heals our pain.
The baby begins and parents are born
The wedding comes, their hearts torn
Events changed or burned
Life is oiled and purified
Be not mortified!
Out of nowhere a buoy tossed my way
Afterall it won’t turn out to be such a bad day
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
I recall how you would kiss my nose,
and I'd smile, I remember it all.
Our life was once a merry-go-round,
a true paradise, as I recall.
Today brought a sad turn of events,
I scoffed at the idea you'd leave.
But when I looked deep into your eyes,
your tears finally made me believe.
The restrictions of reality
had you pursuing fantasy dreams.
And you want to feel free once again,
regardless of my feelings, it seems.
My dreams were scuttled by betrayal,
caught in the eddies of silent fears.
And my hurting heart sobs endlessly;
floundering in an ocean of tears.
The essence of my misery was
distilled from the dregs of countless tears.
And it's a potent, corrosive brew
that'll eat away at my heart for years.
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