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It was our third-grade field trip to the Dinosaur Exhibit
We would be touring all the lands that dinosaurs inhibit
I remember the teacher saying “keep your hands inside your pockets”
Then she paired me with the meanest kid, his name was Tommy Rockets
“I dare you to take an egg,” Tommy whispered giving me a stare
The nest was full of eggs, if I took the smallest who would care?
The next day at school every child was questioned.
The museum curator was out to teach us a lesson
The egg had grown overnight and was hidden in my coat.
They made mom take me to the doctor so he could check my throat.
They poked me and they prodded, ran machines against my feet.
They questioned why I would choose that specific egg to eat.
The news showed my picture on every single station.
One reporter called me Dino Boy. I was an amateur sensation
When the egg finally hatched I had to hide the birth.
The animal that was born was extinct from this earth.
A Flaming Pterodactyl in all his blazing glory.
No one believed me, but who could make up such a story?
At first, he was easy and stayed in my closet through the day.
At night he’d fly around but never go astray.
Then I started getting blamed for things when I wasn’t even there.
Like vegetables gone from gardens leaving soil bare.
Kitty cats so high in trees the firemen couldn’t reach them.
Children so riled up teachers couldn’t teach them.
We moved from one town to another and another.
Each time it was the same. People felt pity for my mother
The next morning I woke up to a chewing sound
crunch, crunch, and crunch.
That’s when I noticed he ate my homework for his lunch.
My Flaming Pterodactyl again was causing havoc.
With a trail of Cheetos, I led him to our attic.
I made sure he was comfy then I headed off to school.
No one there believed me until they found him swimming in the pool.
Now he’s our school mascot in all his flaming glory.
A Pterodactyl that … sorry he ate the rest of this story!!
February 1st, 2021
Written for the contest: and then a flaming pterodactyl ate my homework
Sponsor: John Lawless
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I grew up on granddaddy's ranch
There wasn’t a bull I couldn’t conquer
My cowboy boots only came off
When I changed my clothes for soccer
I love the smell of fresh green grass
The sound of the ball hitting the goal post
I love racing down the field
Ya’ll listening? I love soccer it’s the most
Well. let me tell you a little story ‘bout
Flying on a plane
Our team went to Scotland
To play in a big game
My excitement turned to fear
I was just a mess
The players came from the other team
and each one had on a dress
John gave me a flower
I think I saw it wilt
My coach whispered in my ear
Calm down that is a Kilt
Now ya’ll I know I am from Texas
We’re called the Lone star State
We love our fellow man
Ain’t a neighbor that I hate
But to see a handsome boy
Smile and try to flirt
Reach his hand to shake mine
while wearing a wool skirt
I know I know it’s called a Kilt
and it’s a part of their tradition
but what is a girl to do
I’ve never dealt with such conditions
They come in many colors
John’s was green and red
His friend had one of grey and blue
Matched the hat upon his head
The goalie for their soccer team
Was a boy called David Heath
He laughed and whispered in my ear
“We wear nothing underneath.”
Did I mention I’m from Texas?
Well, I ain’t no Southern Belle
The thoughts I had while practicing
Would’ve made my Mama yell
I looked it up in history books
Researched in magazines
To wear one of those in Scotland
Is like a Texan wearing jeans
I tried to act naturally
but all my head could do was tilt
I just had to go back home
and tell the story of the Kilt
finally, about the time the game was at an end
That cute boy from the airport
reached for the ball and had to bend
I still don’t know if he made the goal
I’ll have to ask Coach Milt
because all I saw was what he didn’t wear
underneath his Kilt
03/07/2021
Written for Scotland-One Rule Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward
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Don't talk to her she's in a slump
Have you seen her belly bump?
Its beyond belief that she's so young
What kind of family is she from
Doesn't she have a mom and dad
Where were they while she was bad
She'll never finish her education
That poor girl she needs salvation
What about the father does she know his name
She was probably promiscuous oh the shame
You've studied together well not anymore
I won't have you friends she is a whore
Ma'am you're wrong and need correction
Those other girls just use protection
And some get caught.. Go to the clinic
You're uniformed don't be a critic
I was the girl who caused that scene
Yes I was pregnant at sixteen
I had much love from Dad and Mother
A family as good as any other
I was with one boy
Not several more
We were in love
I was no whore
My parents said you have an option
You can give him up for adoption
If you keep him you'll stay at home
You're too young to live alone
Yes I was blessed with that curse
I went to college became a nurse
Raised my son he's now thirty five
My parents love taught us to thrive
Not everything is as it may seem
When a girl gets pregnant at sixteen...
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Lord, God, Master of creation
Gives us mercy and grace
If you believe in salvation
Miracles will take place
Faith, He will take your pain
Hope, He does not pass blame
Love, He does know your name
Heaven is our destination
Lord, God, Master of creation
10/22/2021
Syllable Counter on PoetrySoup
Written for Quietus Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
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I am thankful for the Blessing of Life
Do you know where I’m typing?
On a granite table, in the beautiful home where I house sit
Thank you, Lord, for this grand opportunity
Do you know what I’m drinking?
Clean water in a glass
Thank you, Lord, for quenching my thirst
Do you know what I am eating?
Fresh fruit, vegetables, and meat
Thank you, Lord, for our bounty
Do you know where I will sleep tonight?
In a soft bed with sheets and blankets
Thank you, Lord, for providing so I can rest
It is not the big things that mean the most
It is not television or shopping, fast cars or recreation
It is the things that we forget about that God has given us
It is our family, our friends, our pets, our sun, and moon that mean the most
It is our opportunity to grow, to praise Him, to worship
It is clean air and pure water
It is that we are making it through Covid 19 and we will prevail
If we all would get on our knees, yes on our knees, and thank the Lord
If we all would praise Him not only when times are tough
If we all would just be thankful for Him yes thankful for God
We would know the real meaning of Thanksgiving and He would rejoice
I am thankful for the Blessing of Life
10/28/2021
Written for Thanksgiving Blessings Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh
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"Life is like a chess match
To win you must be swift and able to maneuver
Yes, life and the chess match are very much the same
Once the king dies, no others continue the game"
The Pawn
The shape of the pawn represents the lesser value of this piece
The pawn in life stands for the fundamental of our being
Our fundamentals can be evil or virtuous
Some pawns are the “small stuff” and can be easily removed
Some pawns like in chess symbolize bravery and sacrifice
Pawns stand in front of the more important pieces of life
Pawns can find promotion to higher rank if we let them
Never underestimate the power of your pawns
The Rook
The shape of the rook represents a castle
It is the only piece that is a non-living thing
Each rook is in a corner with the others inside
The rook in life stands for our home
A person’s home is their castle, it is their protectorate
You can adorn the walls with gold and still not have a castle
You can line the roof in cardboard and have a fortress
It all depends on the love within the four walls
The Knight
The shape of the knight is that of an elegant horse’s head
The knight can attack or defend
The knight can be good or evil
The knight on the chessboard stands next to the rook
The knight in life stands for your canine
If the knight is your canine, your teaching controls if it is good or evil
You teach it to defend or attack
The knight in life resembles the character of its owner
The Bishop
The shape of the bishop is short, and he is wearing a Mitre
The bishop is one of the three human forms in the game
The bishop in life stands for your spirituality
The bishop is on either side of the king and queen
The king and queen are the man and wife of the home
In life, your spirituality should surround you
The Queen
The shape of the queen is tall, and her curvature is much like that of the king
The queen wears a crown displaying her power over the king
The queen in life stands for the wife
The queen/ wife listens to the king and advises the king
The queen/wife is feared by the kingdom for they know her strength
The queen/wife holds it all together
The queen/wife/mother is the strength of the family
The King
The shape of the king defines him
The king has a wide base and is the tallest piece on the board
The king is designed to display a hierarchy with a cross slotted into the top
The king in life stands for the husband
The king/husband is the leader of the family
The king/husband depends on the queen for strength
The king/husband moves forward and to the side avoiding destruction/failure
Once the king/husband dies the game is over
In life, once the king/husband leaves or passes on life changes for everyone
The king has a responsibility to his kingdom/family
As in a game of chess, there are two opponents battling each other for control
In life, the shape of these opponents is never unveiled
The power of these opponents is strong
Depending on which opponent we listen to determines our outcome
In life, the opponents are Satan and God
Each working on us, each putting their bishop to work on our hearts
In life, it is not easy to decide which way to go or which step to take
We must choose one opponent or the other and face the consequences
In life, by our actions, we accept we are but princes and princesses
In life, we follow the king of righteousness or the king of evil
In life, we realize that we can win and it is not a game
10/30/2021
Written for Your Own Philosophy Statement Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cook
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I hate drugs especially Meth
It causes hell, can cause your death.
Makes you feel like someone new...
there is nothing that you can't do...
made me feel pretty, so sexy and thin
no more outcast, I fit right in.
Meth is clever
Meth is quick
You'll feel great before getting sick
All the while you're getting erased,
the meth taking over you're soon replaced.
It will delete all you hold dear
erase your family steal your career.
Deep inside meth works its magic
in your system wreaking havoc.
Your lungs, your heart, your hair and skin
meth changes you from within.
It takes your spirit, crushes the soul
Makes sure without it you won't feel whole.
Meth changes the way you think,
You're so thirsty but won't take a drink.
You don't see this big decline,
meth has done it, you're mentally blind.
Should you ever try to leave..
Meth will make it hard to breathe!
You'll feel like you can not try
It's to hard to say goodbye
Only God can help you get away
He'll take the lead if you'll pray
He'll help you off this road to death
But you must choose life
instead of meth
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El Paso, Texas
desert landscape
mountain tops
cactus’s so green
sand storms
dry air
Footprints of a lone coyote
beige sand
rocky mountain ledge
leads the way
to a
sun-filled sky
dry heat
winter in the morn
spring at noon
summer by four
El Paso, Texas
a
small
fragment of
the Lone Star State
Home
03/12/2021
My first attempt at an Ekphrasis poem
Written for All Yours (March 14th) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
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rat a tat rata tat a tat
there was a fat cat named pat
who fell asleep on a mat
woke up to tat a tat tat
or a sound something like that
found out it was made by a rat
that’s why the tune was flat
cause a rat can’t meow like a cat
rat a tat rat a tat tat
01/17/2021
Written for contest Tongue Twister Challange
Sponsor Joe Sandler
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God, our Lord the master of creation
Intended for us to believe in salvation
Victory can be reached by accepting his word
Inviting those who have sinned to come be transferred
Now is the time for us all to listen
Great things are to come, when his son has risen
Go forth, take your children and lead them by hand
Omnipresent is he do you understand?
Do unto others what you know is right
Love thy self and thy neighbor there’s no reason to fight
Your life was not made by a human being
God used his own image to create what your seeing
Read the bible and congregate, hit your knees and pray
All people are welcome to push evil away
Come as you are, come with no shame
Eternal our God, he knows your name
05/17/2021
Written for Giving Godly Grace Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh
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