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A Storybook Princess

~ A Storybook Princess ~ 

She dreams of princes, princesses and balls 
   A little girl on tippy-toes, not a meter tall
O, the frilly lace gowns she fashions  
   Stitched with threads of heartfelt passion

     A little girl in dreamland enthralled

Daylight's full of pain, tests and probes
   From her lower spine to her temporal lobe
Hair shorn, she bears it all with infinite patience
   As they wheel her from station to station

For at night she's a storybook princess
   No matter that in daylight she winces
Asleep, her bed's her castle, wedding-bell topped
   Where dreams last forever, never stop



    Entered in 'All Yours (Feb. '21) Contest
              Sponsor: Brian Strand

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View From the Prism of 'Ism'

socialism  communism  fascism   despotism
  buddhism  catholicism  hinduism  zoroastrianism  
territorialism  colonialism   imperialism   expansionism
positivism  relativism  behaviorism  existentialism 
  adventurism  escapism  negativism  nihilism
puritanism   fanaticism   extremism  terrorism
   sexism  chauvinism  ultra-nationalism  jingoism
hedonism  epicureanism ~ stoicism  asceticism
   patriotism  heroism  altruism  idealism
activism  idealism  individualism  exceptionalism
  atheism  deism  monotheism   paganism
optimism  pessimism  cynicism  romanticism
  atheism secularism  humanism  utopianism  
hypnotism  mysticism  exorcism  surrealism 
   ~ and what if there were a schism in each and every 'ism!'

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To Lose Yourself In Poetry

to lose yourself in poetry

  in image vibrant reverently

responsibility absents thee

  thoughts sprout wings
                      ~ magically





             August 31, 2020
 Completely Your Choice Poetry Contest
           Sponsor: Brian Strand

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Be Grateful, My Dear

Give thanks if you're healthy
  And give thanks if you're not;
Make sure to appreciate
  Whatever it is that you've got.
Just be grateful, my dear, 
  Give thanks with good cheer.

Give thanks if you're single,
  Give thanks if you're married;
Doesn't matter at all
  If you're happy or harried.
Just be grateful, my dear,
  Give thanks with good cheer.

Give thanks for jobs you've had,
  And for ones that you've lost;
For the roof o'er your head,
  And your warm, cozy bed.
Just be grateful, my dear,
  Give thanks with good cheer

Give thanks for your wardrobe,
  For the clothes in your drawer;
For the shoes on your feet
  And those in the store.
Give thanks for the cop
  Who tickets your car,
Or prevents you from drinking
  Too much at the bar.
Just be grateful, my dear,
  And give thanks with good cheer.

Give thanks to G-d
  Who put you on Earth,
Who blessed you and your mother
  With the miracle called birth.
Who awakens you in the morning
  And lays you to sleep at night;
Who believes all through the airyness,
  That you'll soon see His Light.
Yes: Just be grateful, my dear,
  Now that Thanksgiving is here. 



               December 28, 2017
    Your first poem on Poetry Soup Contest
               Sponsor: Silent One

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One Long Last Look

The moon shimmied up her pole in the sky
   Winking at me with her crescent eye
The stars danced in time to a silent tune
   As the season ended that started in June

O, one long last look at summer's constellations
   Before they surrender to Fall's deportations
And the heavens assign them to regions distant
   As brisk winds whisk them away in an instant




                September 22, 2020
   Completely Your Choice (#15) Poetry Contest
                Sponsor: Brian Strand

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The Packing of a Suitcase

Consider, Recall, Reflect, Hesitate, Tremble
           Before your life's vast sweep.

     Step back; Try to fathom
           How much it's all meant.

     Crease, Fold, Pile, Stack, Mark
           Each decade's clothing you've worn.

     Pause! Write a poem to
           Bid all your lovers adieu.

     Whimper, Cry, Sob, Weep for--
           Last suitcase ever you'll pack.


                    March 07, 2018

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Night Snow

night snow
  moccasin silent 
drifts downward
  landing without feet...
smiles in the sunlight
  ~ morning curtains peek

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Thank You, Lord

Every hour
  every second
Every minute
  of the day

Thank you, Lord
  in every way

For my hands
  and for my feet
For my heart
  Its steady beat

For the grass 
  and for the trees
For the ocean
  and the breeze

For noble steeds
  complacent cows
For baby kittens
  that say me-ow 

For my family
  for my friends
For Life’s beginning
  and its end…

So, now ‘good-night’
  my sleep direct
‘til morning light
  my soul protect

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The Class Clown

He's the class clown, full of hijinks and pranks,
Puts tacks on your seat, swallows fish from the tank.
He's full of you-know-what and vinegar, energy galore,
Will he act goofy today? -- Does a hungry lion roar?...

...Back at home, he trudges slowly through the side door,
   A frown and fret on his heart, like a festering sore,
   His mind a dark cavern, not a thing to live for.  
   He takes off his mask, the transition's complete,
   'Cuz you can't be a clown when life's got you beat.

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My Teacher's So Cool

"I love my teacher."
"I have a great teacher." 
"My teacher is super."
"My teacher's so cool."

These words are music to a teacher's ears,
Exactly what parents and administrators want to hear.
Yet what do they mean?  How are they earned?
Are they related to learning? Or are we unconcerned?

"My teacher gives us tons of extra recess every day."
"Mine lets us cheat on quizzes and not make us pay."
"My teacher accepts papers copied from the Internet."
"Mine goes to casinos at nights and places big-money bets!"

Back in the day, teachers were strict.
We got away with nothing; they knew all our tricks.
And the classroom was quieter than a night in Grant's tomb;
They really knew how to keep order in a room.

The homework was ample, not one or two samples,
And the next day we had to solve all her examples.
Her quizzes and tests required voluminous reading,
And woe to the poor student whom she caught cheating!

We truly hated our teachers; we hated their guts.
We threw darts at their pictures and that kind of stuff.
Yet later in life we could hold an intelligent conversation.
And write a clear report, full of fact-based innovation. 
We could dissect a frog; comprehend the periodic table;
Parse a sentence, and make a speech about Hamlet or Cain and Abel.

So next time your kid tells you, "My teacher's so cool." 
Ask next what he or she's learning in school!