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From Young to Old

The story of life from young to old is the same old story told over and over.
We start out and end in diapers.
We start out and end with no teeth.
We start out and end eating soft foods we do not like the taste of.
We start out and end falling down.
We start out and end needing care.
We start out and end crying day and night. 
We start out with nothing and end taking nothing with us.
We only have the precious time between young and old to live a life of love to others.
The story of life is the story we leave behind.


A contest on aging Poetry Contest  sponsored by  Emile Pinet 

Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2019



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The Virus Coronavirus COVID 19

"V"irus now controlling the world.
"I"n every home changes are coming.
"R"un to the store to get what you need.
"U"se peace not fear to escape the stress.
"S"un rises, sun sets with more deaths each day.

Date Written: 3/13/2020

Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2020

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At A Funeral

At a funeral we,                                                                                                              are sad,                                                                                                                          cry,                                                                                                                                  say goodbye.

 

At a funeral we,                                                                                                              hear the music play,                                                                                                      listen to words of condolence,                                                                                        say prayers,                                                                                                            revel over birds singing.

 

At a funeral we,                                                                                                              see the beautiful flowers,                                                                                              enjoy the friends,                                                                                                            meet with the family,

 

At a funeral we,                                                                                                              are just us two,                                                                                                            are forever more,                                                                                                        dread the day the world ended,                                                                                      rejoice the day you are in heaven.

 

At a funeral we,                                                                                                              had to say goodbye,                                                                                                      say goodbye to my love,                                                                                                say good bye to my best furry friend,                                                                            remember the one who was always in the best fur coat,                                              remember the one who was always there,                                                                  remember the one who always listened to every word,                                remember the one who is now on the Rainbow Bridge waiting for me.

(Fox Face 1987 to 1998)

Date Written: 8/7/2020

4 Place   All Pets Go To Heaven Contest Judged: 8/24/2020                
Sponsored by: Constance La France 

Note: To the animal lovers, you may want to look up: Rainbow Bridge (pets) - Wikipedia en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rainbow_Bridge_(pets)    The Rainbow Bridge is a meadow where animals wait for their humans to join them, and the bridge that takes them all to Heaven, together. The Rainbow Bridge is the theme of several works of poetry written in the 1980s and 1990s that speak of an other-worldly place where pets go upon death, eventually to be reunited with their owners.

Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2020

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Blue Dinosaur

Little friend of mine,                                                                                                                                                                 we have such a wonderful time.
Everyone is so afraid of you,                                                                                                                                  even if you are just made of blue.
We play all day and night,                                                                                                                                      then we can sleep so tight.
In our dreams we play until we awake,                                                                                                                       then we go running down and play at the lake.
Before you know it the day is done,                                                                                                                             then there is no more fun.
Now it is time to sleep again,
so mommy can write our thoughts with a pen.


Honorable Mention  July 2019 DINOSAUR(S) - FOR CHILDREN
Contest Judged:  7/5/2019 Sponsored by: Line Gauthier

Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2019

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In A World That Has Gone Mad

We are living in a world that has gone mad,
a world that is now filled with fear.
Love is now been replaced with me,
I must get all I can.                                                                                                              So what happens when this all blows over, and we are back to normal.                            That day cannot come soon enough,                                                                                  but will we ever be the same.                                                                                          There are lessons here to be learned,                                                                                the things we have been told since we were very young.                                                    Wash your hands before eating and do not cough or sneeze on others,                            stay home in bed when you are sick.                                                                                  Maybe we needed this to remind us that we are still human,                                              that the rules we grew up with still apply in a world that has gone mad.

Date Written: 3/15/2020

Poem of the Day Winner    3/17/2020

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Free Will VS Destiny

I have often wondered about free will vs destiny,                                                          are we puppets on a string.                                                                                            I guess this is answered by who you ask,                                                                      some say free will and some say destiny.                                                                      I have been told we all have a life book,                                                                        this book is in heaven.                                                                                                    Is this book about our life,                                                                                              some say yes.                                                                                                                Why do things happen the way they do,                                                                      another minute I would have missed knowing you.                                                        What if I had turned right and not left,                                                                            what would have made the difference.                                                                          Life is filled with many unanswered questions,                                                              free will vs destiny is just one of them.

Date Written: 9/10/2020

9/13/2020  Won  Poem of the Week        
9/25/2020   Won  1 Place    Free Will VS Destiny Contest Judged: 9/25/2020 Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke

Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2020

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Red Bird

I am a red bird sitting in a huge oak tree,                                                          hiding in the leaves so you cannot see me.                                                        
I am fluttering my pretty red feathers,                                                                 they keep me warm no need for a sweater.                                                        The chicks keep me very busy,                                                                          some days it makes me dizzy.                                                                            They need to be fed again,                                                                              this is a real pain.                                                                                                Off to get cleaned in that birdbath,                                                                    watch out there is a cat on the path.                                                                  I love flying around,                                                                                            I can cover a lot of ground.                                                                                Little ones tucked in the nest,                                                                            I can finally get some rest.                                                                                 A mother's job is never done,                                                                            All mother's work from sun to sun.

Date Written: 7/17/2020

2 Place    I am a Bird – Personification Contest Judged: 8/1/2020 Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin

Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2020

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My Computer

I navigate my computer,                                                                                                  through the portal keys below.                                                                                  Spontaneous ideas are coming,                                                                                      faster than my fingers can type.                                                                                          As I read my tangible words,                                                                                  amazement sets in.                                                                                                          What I just wrote is a revelation,                                                                                          or could it be a fixation.                                                                                                    The intrigue is killing me,                                                                                                    as I write away.                                                                                                                    Oh ideas do not patronize me,                                                                                            for you are here to stay.

Honorable Mention 4/2/2020 STRAND CHOICE X ,any form, any theme Poetry Contest  Sponsored by: Brian Strand                                                       Written Date: 3/31/2020

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My Ruthless Dreams COLLABORATION

 
Up early and off to school I must go
Full of pep and not too slow,
That was then when I was young
This is now a new age I have begun,
How I hate them as I climb out of bed
Early mornings are for the dead,
Unreasonable I must seem
Unyieldingly demanding where is my coffee cream,
But I did love them bed and pillow
Seems so long ago I dreamed of an armadillo,
Now they‘re ruthless dreams
I just can’t do them with ice cream,
I’m now past my prime teens.
 

8-23-2019   "for contest COLLABORATION sponsored by Line Gauthier"

Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2019

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Tears

Tears from pain,                                                                                                    pain from a hurt or from surgery.                                                                            Tears from unkind words,                                                                                        words that should not have been said.                                                                    Tears from dreams,                                                                                                  the dreams that did not come true.                                                                        Tears from life,                                                                                                        life that has hurt both you and me.                                                                          So many tear soaked pillows we all have,                                                              tear soaked pillows that were so unnecessary.    
 
We forget about our glittery and crystal tears for all to see.
 
Glittery and crystal tears,                                                                                        from the ones we love.                                                                                            Glittery and crystal tears,                                                                                         when we receive a special gift.                                                                                Glittery and crystal tears,                                                                                        from a kiss or a loving touch.                                                                                  Glittery and crystal tears,                                                                                       from heaven above.                                                                                               Glittery and crystal tears,                                                                                         can be given to others to make their day.                                                              Glittery and crystal tears,                                                                                      to show our love.
 
Date Written: 7/10/2020

1 Place     STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (8) any theme any form Contest   Judged: 7/12/2020  Sponsored by: Brian Strand

Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2020

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