Dorothy followed the yellow brick road
Trying to get to the wizard's abode
But the wizard had no clue
For no magic he could do
She wished she could turn him into a toad!
Categories:
wiz, fantasy,
Form: Limerick
A wiz like no wizard before
A lion that wanted to roar
Tin man was hollow
That’s hard to swallow
But not like a man made of straw
Now Dorothy and her new friends
Took the road to see where it ends
The story is long
But don’t get me wrong
Click your heels three times and it ends
But heels don’t click well wearing slippers
You might as well try clicking flippers
Home, brain, courage, heart
They sought from the start
And Toto just sought chicken dippers
While seeking a voice that would bellow
They followed the road, strangely yellow
They strode feeling bold
But Toto was old
And also quite dribbly, poor fellow
But the wiz was a man behind drapes
He looked like he couldn’t crush grapes
His voice, someone cried
Has been amplified
And he’s got a balloon for escapes
What have I forgot or omitted
In this tale where weirdness has flitted
There’s witches, good and bad
And so much that is mad
That somebody should be committed
Categories:
wiz, fantasy, film,
Form: Limerick
I'm a simple Kansas farm girl
In the city of emerald spires
Adventures, tall, I've left behind
With witches, spells and fires
A cyclone tore me from my kin
And the homestead where I was
It set me down in strangeness
This dazzling land called "Oz"
A scarecrow, lion and man of tin
Have helped me find my way
To this green and gleaming city
But they know that I can't stay
Risking their lives to bring me
To a wizard, unknown but wise
His promise is to take me home
So, I'm making my goodbye's
A priceless lesson I have learned -
There's no place quite like home
This journey was far too chancy
Hence, no further shall I roam
Yet, I've found such special folks
Of them, life makes no copies
A charming witch named Glinda
(And oh, those wondrous poppies!)
I've grown a lot in soul and limb
And life's wisdom, I'll now heed ...
Still ...
The yellow brick road was SO much fun ...
Now ... where's the RED one lead?
Written and submitted on November 29, 2018
For the "Off To See The Wizard" Poetry Contest
Charles Messina, Judge & Sponsor
Categories:
wiz, adventure, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
Those Ruby Red Shoes
The 'Wizard of Oz',
a great hit became;
lived on thru the years
with glory and fame.
If I had the chance,
I'd be Dorothy,
with ruby red shoes...
their magic set free.
Those slippers of red,
now valued so high...
if I were her, I'd
ask Wizard, could I
keep them as my own,
their magic to stay...
not just an antique
to show on display.
Tho thousands were paid,
to sit behind glass,
conversely, I would
use this gift with class,
click heels, one, two, three
find those, lost, alone...
my ruby red shoes
would take them back home.
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: Off To See The Wizard
Sponsor: Charles Messina
Judged: 12/05/2018
Categories:
wiz, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
OFF TO SEE THE WIZ
Here I am: that “horse of a different color”,
purple, pink and white
off to see the wizard
to ask for wings for flight.
I’m trotting hot
to see the Wiz who I heard can do a lot
like giving the Scarecrow a brain
so he could actually appear sane!
And that coward, the Lion,
wanted to be brave.
Poor little Dorothy,
he really wanted to save.
The Tinman was just an empty can.
He had no beating heart
but now he’s in love
with a pretty little tart.
So surely he’ll give me wings
so I can sail above
as poor homesick Dorothy
dreams about the home she loves.
She has a beautiful voice
and if she had her choice
she’d get her wish to fly too
over the rainbow like the bluebirds do.
She could ride upon my back
and we’d sail through the sky
over the beautiful rainbow.
Oh, how I wish I could fly!
By: Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright: 11/23/2018
"All Rights Reserved"
Categories:
wiz, flying,
Form: Rhyme
There once was upon a time
Stories written out of rhyme
Swirling yellow rows of bricks
Munchkins Witches playing tricks
House that fell in lady slippers
Hit the bricks cracks and chippers
Celebration follow the road
Starts the skip for this ode
Never seen me I was there
I'm the guy that does repair
All those scratches kept it yellow
Fix the road I'm the fellow
On the four way intersection
Found you there your direction
Only problem straw hair oil
Picked it up with Toto coil
Raked up leaves soft and floppy
While you slept among the poppy
Road to city gloss and shiny
That's my shift only tiny
Asked the Oz to help today
Sent on road now it's grey
Watch yourself on this trip
Road less travelled not much grip
By the way they took my cart
Need to get back where I start
I'll stick around until you're done
Ruby slippers should be fun
Categories:
wiz, flower, fun, humor, tribute,
Form: Rhyme
We're off to see the Wizard, the wonderful Wizard of Oz
Because, because, because, because---
Because of the wonderful things he does! …
My name is America, once a land of opportunity
Where gangs rule inner cities, with utter impunity
Where generations live and die at the point of a gun
In 'combat zones' without shelters, with nowhere to run
My name is America, and I've lost my soul
Traded it for *********** and the Super Bowl
Sold it for a work-week of 70-plus hours
In a race to the top for unbridled power
My name is America, and I'm as confused as can be
Not sure if I'm male or female, or a speaking monkey
Should I abort my baby, get a vasectomy?
When I get older, will euthanasia be right for me?
My name is America; I worship money
Faith is for fools; Religion, odd and funny
Morality's only relative, and it's ever-evolving
Narcissism reigns: Around ourselves we're revolving...
So I'm off to the Wizard, to reclaim my lost soul
To put an end to ghettos, to the inter-generational dole
To clear up my confusion, to restore my belief
To be proud to be an American ~ to breathe a sigh of relief
Categories:
wiz, america, confusion, faith, journey,
Form: Rhyme
OZ AND HIS WIZARDRY
He sat in a booth
Concealed from prying eyes
'Till Toto discovered the truth
And brought Oz down to size
But Toto had an assistant
That no one ever saw
This helper kept his distance
And hid in the scarecrow's straw
When the time had come to reveal
Oz and his work of art
Toto could no longer conceal
The little mouse named Bart
Bart dodged under the door
Where the Wizard of Oz controlled
All of the trumped up lore
And the story that it told
There wasn't a tornado
No good nor bad old witch
They were all illusions
Controlled by Oz's switch
He flipped the switch to 'On'
And the events that Dorothy faced
The things that we were shown
Never did take place
But oh the legacy left behind
Since Oz fooled the world
Is unlike any you'll find
As that of a little Kansas girl
31 October 2018
For the contest sponsored by Charles Messina
Categories:
wiz, farm, imagery, myth,
Form: Rhyme
I'm off to see the Wizard, the man behind the curtain
He can help me I am quite certain
I am a different colored horse
And I am tired of people staring of course
How many horses have you seen that are pink
If anyone can help me, he can I think
He helped a girl, a lion, the Tin Man and a scarecrow
If he could help them, he can help me I know
I don't want to be a horse of a different color
I want to be a horse like all others
So the Wizard was wise and with the wink of an eye
He ordered the Munchkins to give me a full body dye
Now I am the most normal horse around
No longer flashy, just plain old brown
So I left the city of Oz far behind me
And moved to a small horse farm in Kentucky
Poetry Contest: Off To See The Wizard
Sponsored by: Charles Messina
10/29/18
Categories:
wiz, animal, horse,
Form: Rhyme
I never got so many responses before.
But, so far, you're knocking on the wrong door.
So I'll tell you one thing more,
The answer is virtually in the quiz,
That this old wizard claims is his
Categories:
wiz, adventure, imagination, mystery, nature,
Form: Free verse