She will probably be dressed to the sevens but riding a goat.
I could not wait to see her, my Great Aunt, Myrtle Van Poat.
I think she traded the goat for an alligator Uncle Tye said.
Well maybe she won’t come at all, maybe she’s dead.
The relatives sound jealous of Aunt Myrtle if you ask me.
She has been on cruises, and adventures in at least six seas.
She did not tie herself down with a dull, boring, banal life.
She’s riding an ostrich! Says Penelope, Uncle Tye’s jealous wife.
‘Twas December, two thousand two;
Christmas, of course, and my main thought -
Decking the halls on Tye Avenue.
With a broken leg, I’m in a stew,
my house, the only bare spot.
‘Twas December, two thousand two.
Grandkids, my volunteer work crew,
tied my heart in a granny knot.
decking the halls on Tye Avenue.
Porch lights strung, manger scene askew,
my approval, they earnestly sought.
‘Twas December, two thousand two.
Front window tree, last thing to do;
they attack it, never being taught.
Decking the halls on Tye Avenue.
Year to remember, grandkids, do you?
a Christmas I have never forgot.
‘Twas December, two thousand two;
Decking the halls on Tye Avenue.
December 28, 2020
contest: Deck the Halls (Villanelle)
sponsor: Joseph May
POEM 27 JUST A FRIEND
HE IS JUST A FRIEND .
HE OFF ANY THING HE GOT SO WHY SHOULD I BE FEELING THIS WAY ABOUT HIMm.
MY DAYS & NIGHT HAVE HIM IN THEM AT TYE MAIN STAR,
I SHOULD REMEMBER EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM BUT I DON'T I DO NOT DO WHY?
HE IS JUST A FRIEND.
BY:MR.JERRY BIG PAPA WELLS
Bare,
Yet fair,
None can compare.
To the nude silver branches and barren expanses,
That the cool of winter doth bring.
Unless you equate the way the birds sing,
In the start of the fresh, blooming spring.
Or perhaps the warm air,
Filled with crickets’ prayer,
That’s found only in the summer’s afternoon glare.
But then there is the time of the harvest,
With leaves like the paint on the palette of an artist.
Such tender, splendor indeed, in each season is found,
For in Nature, beauty truly doth rise and abound.
Shawnee Doling-Tye 10/6/13
Tiny orbs of iridescence,
Rainbow clear and glitter,
sparkle, shine, shimmer,
Innocent and bitter.
Twinkle twinkle little sphere,
lilting to and fro,
Dancing on the jasmine breath,
Of kisses angels blow.
Oil slick swirls of spectrum,
Essence trapped in glass,
tumbling on edges of incense,
Whimsical, alas.
Tye-dye smears of rose and
sky,
Stained gold and sea,
Suffocating intoxication,
Breathless objectivity.
Torrid maze of purposeless,
Prismatic, weightless rain,
Opalescent labyrinth,
Fearless, fading pain.
Profane in its ignorance,
Drifting on the wave,
Seconds shy of sixty,
Abrupt and humid grave.
When did it all end
Summer time out of school and summer best friends
Trying to swim in a creek with water only to your shins
Trips on Fridays, the whole family going to the Drive In
By eleven us kids asleep at last
Boy those times in our child hood were a blast
Asking Mom and Dad can a friend spend the night
Staying up to tell spooky stories to try to make one another die of fright
Breaking out the Monopoly for a marathon
While waiting for the original Saturday Night Live to come on
Followed by Don Kersinger's Rock Concert
Look back and help me remember
Making out, puppy love and those heartbreaking times
Big back pocket combs and feathered hair looking so fine
The clap on clap off seemed so clever
The Pacer ended up being a me own one the answer is never
The magic of those Christmas cartoons in December
Please let me know what you remember
A few laughs as I look back
Tye Dye Shirts, Kool Aid colored hair and Bell Bottom Slacks
Big Wheels and skate boards
No helmet or pads were worn
Getting cuts and scrapes were part of the fun
Always mad when the day is done
Waking up early for another adventure
I think it feels good for us to remember
Christians are Jews!
whether you like it or not.
For Christ was a Jew,
and we follow his cue.
Stand without hatred.
Love all that are mated.
His soul bared,
'cause tye empowered feared.
His fathers favorite son;
truth be done.
He bled,
our tears shed.
To him we cry.
Don't be shy.
In his name;
we take the blame;
of Adam & Eve;
even Moses believed.
all time
different kind
same time
not all mine
illustrating sublime
sounds of chime
no more time
it's a sign
wouldn't pay a dime
warn out overtime
should be a crime
smells of daytime
-ugly piece
you left here when you decided to leave!