I placed a fish into a tank.
Would it float or would it sank?
A fish has its own volition -
each one on a separate mission.
Some will to the bottom, drop.
Others will rise up to the top.
Walking up...
the spiral treads
Step after step
Climbing up to the top
Going around and around
I'm dizzy
Poem written by my little daughter
When I go to the park
I climb right up to the top of the slide and slither down quick the other side ..
I swing up high and then down low whirling round fast as I can go ...
I like to hang from the climbing frame and ride in the rocket for a spacious game ...
I run In the wild to fly my kite high and rescue it disappearing from the sky
I rush down the slopes right from the top and sometimes find I just can't stop .
I throw the ducks some bread to eat and mum buys me an ice cream treat ..
Sometimes my friends come too. I have lots of fun in the park , do you?
There once was a clown
who paraded around town
he thought the world of himself
and liked everything to be top shelf
He bought himself a mannequin
he married her no panickin'
soon his humour was delirious
his motives as mysterious
He found himself a throne
and claimed it as his own
he put a crown upon his stead
to cover his bald head
He started waving a magic wand
expecting everyone to respond
his orders grew bizarre by the hour
when he demanded a brand new tower
They moved his throne up to the top
hoping the insanity would stop
but no it seemed it wasn't to be so
then tumbling down they made him go.
AP: 1st place 2025
do not be intimidated by fancy birds
they put their earrings on one at a time
like the drag queen peacocks
and the flabbergasted flamingos
do not be intimidated by fancy birds
you can carry off glitz and glamor as well as they
even if you cannot fly up to the top of an oak tree
you can walk along the porch railing and crow
I have been here, I’ve been there,
over yonder up and down.
Been back home and been long gone,
been nowhere but been around.
I’ve traveled for a far piece,
just a hop, skip and a jump.
I climbed clear up to the top,
hit rock bottom with a thump.
I’ve journeyed and I’ve traversed,
arrived here and went that way.
Headed out, trekked, and jetted,
fixin’ to go there someday.
Went when the Spirit moved me,
only if the creek don’t rise.
I’ll head out your way sometime,
if I make it be surprised.
I’ve voyaged, gadded about,
tramped, stomped, and drifted around.
Been where the sun did not shine,
just the other side of town.
I’ve flown over the rainbow,
the other side of the track.
I’ve crossed against the traffic,
walked away and not looked back.
Always marched to my own drum,
I’ve strolled down the avenue.
Danced, pranced, and pirouetted,
I’ve had nothing left to lose.
Where I’m bound, where I’m going,
don’t ask me ‘cause I can’t tell.
Some say I’m bound for Heaven,
others swear it’s straight to Hell.
When my chef son came home from the navy
He wanted to make Thanksgiving gravy
And would like to process
A live Turkey they’d bless
And then sought out his farmer friend Davy
Well he then went on his way to the farm
Since we thought that he could not do much harm
And he gave us his word
That he’d pick a nice bird
And then come home with it under his arm
While he was out we joked of Navy lore
Of how they must make so much food galore
Then we heard a large truck
And were then horror struck
Seeing a wheelbarrow come through our door
Loaded with turkeys right up to the top
Pushed by my son who said ‘Here they are pop’
Then the next wheelbarrow
Shot in like an arrow
Filled with gravy made with all of the slop
A nation's demise
Women's rights are at a crossroads, the right to go up to the top in any corporation, sit at the table making decisions that might be useful for the firm, but unsafe
for the society impressed by the powerful.
The highest accolade, often overlooked, is to give birth to a new life, only a woman can do this, but we appear
to forget what is important
The continuation of human life.
Women, married or not ought to have four children if civil life as we know it is continuing, that means a society must free women economically to pursue this
noble aim; not as mere breeders, but loved members of
our nation,
Abortion is killing the nations in Europe, we must understand this before we end up a minority and a culture alien to us
No woman should have to go through a pang of regret
when the embryo, before it is conscious, is robbed of the chance of becoming a child.
From the collection, “The Unknown Writer.” 2019
What have I done? What has it cost? What have I won?
I know what I’ve lost.
I’ve come back empty in each hand. I’m confused. I don’t understand.
my knees start to buckle. I’m losing my strength. Why am I feeling so weak?
I should call out for help but it seems I forgot how to speak. I’m so heavy, getting crushed by the weight, it’s killing me. Am I being introduced to my fate. I start to fight but I fear it’s too late. everything is pulling and dragging me down. I’ve been gasping for air. It’s too much maybe I should let myself drown. I start to sink. And for a moment I don’t even think. I’ve reached the bottom and now I’m on the brink, maybe of insanity or maybe some sense my eyes shatter open and my body’s grown tense . I make a break for the light that’s luring me up to the top .
I make a vow to myself to keep going , won’t let myself stop.
On Lake Ontario's northwestern shore
sits a city of awe, beauty, and lore.
Toronto is where sports built the SkyDome,
and the Maple Leafs and Raptors call home.
Its renowned entertainment district lures
trendy tourists with its late-night bar tours.
And world-class restaurants offer cuisines
befitting the palates of kings and queens.
We built the CN tower to pierce the sky
one thousand eight hundred fifteen feet high.
And every spring, folks race up to the top
for nature, and that's not going to stop.
Torontonians say please and thank you
and allow cut-ins when standing in cue.
And our city hall hosts a skating rink,
it sounds extraordinary, don't you think?
(Rhyme)
12/23/2022
Take Me There Poetry Contest
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I stood on a high spot of the mountain,
wholly bewitched by the astounding view.
I gazed in marvel at the small fountain
from where my journey had started anew.
How pale and petty she looked from afar!
Yet, how fresh and splendid she seemed to me,
who prized all the steps from her on a par,
For to the whole process she was the key.
She stood tall and pointed to the summit;
Then whispered gently: “You have just set out!
Follow your dream! Strive to realize it!
Believe in it and let your will be stout!”
I assured her that I would never stop
Climbing through my journey up to the top.
We looked out across the Canyon
It looked like a painting from above
Like you'd fall onto it, not inside.
The farther in we trekked
The more 3D everything became.
Like hiking an optical illusion.
The canyons wall were gray,
But you'd never know it.
Painted red from the canyon dust
The cactus flowers at full bloom,
Next to yucca plants and prickly pears.
We moved downward to Plateau Point
Like an island underground
Surrounded by the rushing river
Down via Devil's Corkscrew.
A route that lived up to it's name
Until we got to the bottom
Jumping into the icy water
Looking back up to the top
I wonder if I looked like part of the painting
Of this Canyon, so very Grand
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Just like a weasel living life as a scavenge
I’m sure just like he it’s not as he would have planned it
And with patrol shifts going out to all the giants and talls
They sure use their big britches to control us their fellow smalls
I’ve educated my self in history of war and treaties
Why it’s unhumbling to see history just repeating
Down at my hands now old ones new
The choices I’ve made created their lines and grooves
Smack dab out of the toxicity
Dropping and falling repeatedly and repeatedly
And when I hit the grounds bottom
I bounce back right up to the top
And there’s no time to get your footing stuck on such
Because around around the wheel continues and turns
Its only at your end your allowed to get off
Stacy Lopez
12/12/21
Oh the view, up here you can see the world
Distance so much of it, no end of it
And down! Oh down, it is so far away
We came from there, son and me
On rope sure, strapped in harness, metal kit
A protection we tried to ignore
A team we made from start to here
Fingers feeling for holds, each tiny hold
Skin on cold rock, each little cleft
Toes seeking to perch if only for a moment
Challenging yes, moments when the heart skips
Nervous laughs, care to throw me a crab, a friend, a sling?
Words so funny, but might save our lives
Each in turn we lead a pitch, playing out rope
Not father or son, a pair, each skilled, sharing the delight
Sharing the little fears, sometimes the comedy of a slipped hand or foot
Laughing it away with shaky voice
Up and up, we move, crawling on a vertical plane
Breeze, fresh, open and such freedom
Two tiny figures in a joined endeavor
As fingers curl over the edge of the slab
As son pulls up to the top
Then we stand, together excited, proud
From up here we can see the world
Picón de Jeres,
Andalucía 2010
“I had a dream –
I was a cat
striding on the ground.
A sunny beam
lit mountain’s hat,
and to its foot a bound.
A spirit said,
“hold to the mount,
claw way up to the top”,
more nothing heard
an` I was hardly bold.
Strained to the peak,
a homeless man,
so, searches for the ground.
Of paths being slick,
claws let me stand,
was nearly to fall down.
I reached the end
but down I fell,
Oh, God, head over heels
an` landed well
at `nother side of hills.
I marched there in the valley
an` saw my fellow men,
who spoke my language barely
an` greeted me on land.
In front of me, come at a bound,
there was a yellow fig,
an` all the fruits were hanging down
from her splendid twig.
By beauty stricken suddenly
I felt myself amused
an` started turning, out of hand,
into a handsome yew”.
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