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Susan Gentry Poem
Halloween birthdays compare to no other
Preparations begin at the end of summer
Leaves change color, a chill is in the air
Outdoor decorations appear everywhere
Talk of ghosts, goblins and big black cats
Songs about monsters dancing ‘The Mash’
Porch Jack-O-Lanterns grin from ear-to-ear
October 31st every town any given year
Bobbing for apples at Halloween parties
Hayrides to haunted houses to hear scary stories
Witches cast spells on those superstitious
Eating cake, opening presents, all the best wishes
Shadows and full moons... spooky lights
Costumes and candy on ‘Trick-or-Treat’ night
Great celebrations in many fun ways
Halloween is the best time for birthdays
Written October 23, 2015
February-10, 2016 - Birthday Party Contest
By Nayda Ivette Negron
Third Place
November 4, 2015 - Birthday Party Contest
By Kelly Deschler
Second Place
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Susan Gentry Poem
Jewel-colored butterflies flutter in scarlet sage
Hovering hummingbirds on a red tubular stage
Highways they navigate apparently their own
Invisible to humans as they stay in their zone
These lovely creatures are by nature vivacious
At times if necessary can also be fallacious
Both either drift or glide in on a breeze
Plunge into a vortex of nectar sweets
Satiation of thirst while lost in the moment
Entrances spectators with similar enjoyment
There are days when fluttering colors
Dissipate daily woes... a gift of the hummers
Butterflies and hummingbirds are beauties to behold
Their appeal is captivating and never grows old
POTD - June 30, 2018
August 28, 2018
Contest 485, Any Form, Any Theme
By Brian Strand
First Place
Pick a Theme Contest
By Viv Wigley
Theme - There Are Days When
Eighth Place
Altered from Poem Lush Garden - August 26, 2018
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Susan Gentry Poem
Flames of desire mesmerize
Instantly provocative to tantalize
Recklessly smoldering embers stirred
Enticing arousal... seduction occurs
Stoking the fire again and again
No strings attached is only plan
Both have reasons to turn away
Smoke exhausts all reasons one day
Forbidden sex arouses all senses
Ghost voyeurs char pretenses
Once guilt and shame are activated
Hardcore explosions... incinerated
No strings attached cannot persevere
Fire leaves ashes of all we hold dear
Written 5-3-2016
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Susan Gentry Poem
Humpty Dumpty always sat on that wall
Except for the one time he had a great fall
So always but once that anyone can recall
Which is why today is a big deal after all
Since Little Bo Peep had lost her sheep
She wanted to ask Humpty to take a peek
If he could see where she should seek
She could round them up within the week
He wasn't on the wall, she rang Missing Alert
It sent shockwaves far and wide and overt
The Three Blind Mice scampered in the dirt
Three Little Pigs squealed like they were hurt
Next thing you know, Little Miss Muffet,
Told Tom Thumb to find Humpty or 'ef it'!
Three Little Kittens told Jack Spratt to "Stuff it!"
Itty Bitty Spider crawled the wall and jumped it
The Old Lady Who Lived In the Shoe
Panicked about what to do
Earlier she and Humpty had a rendezvous
He fell asleep and now had no clue
Most all those in Mother Goose Town
Heard Humpty was missing, wasn't around
Everyone was afraid he fell down
All were searching, wanting him found
Jack In the Beanstalk knew of the tryst
He told the Old Lady they would fix this
They covered up Humpty, he didn't resist
Henny Penny yelled, "Sky falling!" and insists
Hey Diddle Diddle got the cow to jump
And dropped Humpty on the wall on his rump
Starlight First Star said he looked like a lump
Even The Owl And Pussycat were stumped
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Susan Gentry Poem
A thick, murky fog surrounds me... I am trying
to find a way through each day without you.
The time of us
passed much too soon.
Your absence everywhere replaces your presence.
Rare moments come when pain is less intense,
and the joy of our love starts seeping through,
warming my heart... a time I feel you with no pain.
Can I live for moments with you
while I learn to live without you?
The time of us
is in my heart
July 7, 2018
Fragmented Contest by Broken Wings
Syllables by howmanysyllables.com are:
12, 10, 4, 4, 0,12, 10, 10, 12, 0, 8, 8, 0, 4, 4
Second place
July 14, 2018
Contest 465 Any Form or None Contest by Brian Strand
First Place
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Susan Gentry Poem
Weeping willow tree
comfort limbs wrapped around me
wiping tears away
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Susan Gentry Poem
NEVER will I stop loving you
It does not matter what you say
You have a place with me to stay
No matter what you ever do
ALWAYS know what I say is true
You do not have to feel the same
You can think it is all a game
SOMETIMES life makes no sense at all
I pray each day that you will call
No questions asked, no one to blame
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Written 2-17-2016
Form: Rhyme Decima
(10-lines with 8 syllables per line in the following rhyme pattern: ABBAACCDDC)
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Car doors slam, country quiet broken
A race ensues… front door flies open
Dogs start barking, excitedly running
A happy day... grandsons are coming
Overnight bags in a flash are dropped
Energy released can never be stopped
"Papaw! Momo! We're here!" they yell
All that is missing is a ringing doorbell
Hugs, big smiles, checking all rooms
We stay mostly outside all afternoon
A walk up the driveway for a short hike
Playing on porch or riding their bikes
At supper they tell all that they know
Story after story and swear it is so
Baths, snacks, teeth brushed and bed
Tucked in kisses after prayers are said
Tired dogs look at us with questioning eyes
Is this temporary or for the rest of our lives?
Beside each child they settle for the night
On alert for a sign something's not right
Exhausted, we smile at our pride and joys
Grateful to have this time with the boys
8/10/16
Pure Childlike Fun and Enthusiasm Contest by Carin Krutsinger
Third Place - June 2018
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Susan Gentry Poem
A predawn hike with flashlights to the top of
Diamond Head, a little less than a mile
In and out of lava formation to
An elevation of about 600 feet...
My anticipation fades to concentration
On keeping pace and breathing.
Nearing the top, adrenalin meets excitement.
Dark of night clears to soft daylight. I
Hear the words, "Rarely have we seen..."
Echo. From the colorless world of
Addiction to this vast brilliant and vivid
Display of sunrise is humbling. A
Soft breeze seems to push pillow clouds
Under an azure cover, carrying re-
Newed hope from our sunrise meeting for
Recovery into this breathtaking world...
Into this day... to possibly help someone
Suffering. For today and this experience, I am
Eternally grateful.
July 21, 2018
*"Rarely have we seen..." from Alcoholics Anonymous Literature, 'How It Works'.
August 2, 2018 - Dusk or Dawn Contest by Emile Pinet
N/A
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Susan Gentry Poem
Welcome to our barnyard, you can call me Fred.
My job is to get everyone out of bed.
Cheerful by nature, I’m proud to “cock-a-doodle-do.”
A beautiful crow to hear - they act like I shout, “Boo!”
A morning person would think this is the best job ever.
At dawn, I’m sad to say, few appreciate me being clever.
Yes, I know the names they call me... I try to shrug it off.
Cock-of-the-walk really gripes me, who are they to scoff?
Some are jealous of my red cone, it is so beautiful.
Lifting my neck to properly crow is being dutiful.
Believe me, I’ve tried and tried not to strut my stuff.
To be a rooster and not be cocky is really quite tough.
Throughout the day I continue to “cock-a-doodle-do.”
Yes, it does sound like revenge, but wouldn’t you?
Of course if danger arises everyone needs to hear me.
I like them calling me brave and crowding to be near me.
Without me this barnyard would never be on time.
Deep down they all know it, I just wish they would be kind.
Written 2-19-2016
Form: Rhyme Personification
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