by J. Paradis |
I See Beyond…
I see beyond the damp, moldy roof shingling
I pay no mind to the stray cats on the stoop mingling
For I know that behind that chipped painted door
Is a not just cape cod cottage but much more
A young girl in a dress runs through the kitchen tearing her stocking
Mother yells from the window on the back patio
She holds her husbands hand as they watch the seagulls flocking
Their daughter joins to wish them farewell as they go
I see beyond the weathered exterior and picture what could be
A home filled with love and children, my wife and me
I say, “I’ll take it!” to the real estate agent who stands in awe
Apparently he and others were not able to see beyond
by pipping stars |
here we are
by Emenaha Godwin Holiday |
allusion, best friend, farewell, mystery, ocean, sad, sleep,
At night, you'd lay down and dream
The days of our life
When I come around, please don't scream
It cut through like a knife
Swiftly, as the sea wind, it went down
Would you blame it on God?
If am not seen another dawn
To share with you my cod
Before your phantasy runs wild
Remember, I'll always love you
In your dream, I'd be mild
To make that beautiful body coo.
by Ross Greenlee |
I walk through the brisk morning,
smoking my last cigarett.
The dark is calming to me.
Dogs bark in the nieghbors yard as I pass.
Sucking in the sweet smoke of English tabacco,
letting it flow out of my mouth,
only to suck it back in through my nose.
This early morning world is the one I love.
No other hustling and loud people to annoy me,
except the accasional car that passes by.
It's not hot and miserable,
It's cod and quiet, relaxing.
My cigarett is gone.
People are waking up.
It's getting warmer, and the sun is peeking.
Time for me to go home.
by Sarah-Jean Seymour |
But not breaking.
Is this good?
I've grown tired of dialing,
Ashamed your phone number
Has become a memorized muscle movement--
A seven-numbered cod
Printed over my eyes
That spells out "home."
I am trapped.
Trust is only a phase;
A tiny brush stroke on the canvas of my life
And more than I am afraid
Of causing you harm,
I am afraid of harming myself.
by Mahdee Johnson |
happiness, love, passion,
I Saw Trust Clearly
She Was Tall And Beautiful
She Moved Quick And Swift
But Made Beautiful Movement
I Saw Her Sky Blue Eyes
And Heard Her Blanket Soft
And I Felt The Cod Wind Chills
She Sends Down My Back That
Will Affect Me Forever
by Paula Goldsmith |
dream, me, mom, poetry, travel, voice, wife,
Me-Created by God
Woman–I give freely, I am not a tightwad.
Wife–But not to Todd.
Mother–I do not believe in sparing the rod.
Poet–I love to write even if it is about a fly rod.
Comedian–Give me a nod.
Reader-My reading is not about sod.
Dreamer–About the beach and catching a cod.
Leader–We are off like a flying squad.
Artist-Creative and odd.
Crafter–Making things that are mod.
Lover–Do not call the vice squad.
Traveler-Alone home or abroad.
Speaker-I love when they applaud.
A Rhyming Bio
Date Written: 5/2/2020
2 Place I AM: A LIST BIO CHALLENGE Contest Judged:5/25/2020
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
by Unseeking Seeker |
character, courage, faith,
Refusing to die, cod sought to fly
Looking to the sky, bravely did try
Soon it’s fins, grew as wings
Gliding now, love songs sings
Flying way up high, whilst others sigh