by Cecilia Macfarlane |
Categories:
funny, girlfriend-boyfriend, body, girl,
Your raging hormones you must ignore
For desires will shake you to your core
Listen to your heart
Before you embark
Make love with someone you truly adore.
Sciences class teaches us what we should know
About body parts and where they should go
Willie goes in ****
Quicken breaths we huff
All consumed till body fluids flow.
But alas the girl did not have none
Boy finished before girl was done
He is satisfied
She is horrified
Damn the hype about two joining as one.
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
1st grade, 2nd grade, 3rd grade, 4th grade, 5th grade, humor, humorous,
You will love fourth grade I was told by everyone
It is learning multiplication, algebra, truly much fun.
Do not get on the bad side though of Miss McLater.
She has the disposition of a fierce alligator.
She was the mysterious teacher we had never seen.
The other teachers had their photos up, but hers was green.
Just a field of grass, no person at all.
Labelled Miss McLater’s Grass, five feet tall.
I was shocked and horrified when she entered the room.
I felt threatened as her huge eyes promptly turned and zoomed.
She had an alligator’s head, or maybe it was face of a gator.
I knew I was never going to feel at ease with Miss McLater.
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
dog, humorous,
If we did not have a refrigerator
we would have nothing in the house unchewed
But luckily we do
At first we tried putting things on the kitchen table
It was not nearly high enough for this puppy
He can reach through the kitchen pass through also
Joe vacuumed yesterday
But I had to do it again
After Buddy drug out the mouse poison trap
Click Pop Crack Click Pop Crack Crack
I was horrified when I saw what he was decimating
He seems unaffected today
He is a chewing machine
But we love him; he was dropped off at the right place
God knew where to leave this one.
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
grandmother, humorous,
Grandma Francie had been a preschool teacher too long
She packed me a lunch one time when I was in sixth grade.
What are those? My tablemates asked as I rolled them out.
They were tiny bugs made out of apples, celery, dates and raisins.
I was humiliated and horrified. It was a lunch a three-year-old would love.
“Can I have one?”
I ended up giving them all away.
They wanted to know if grandma would sell them some.
Catastrophe avoided.
by Christine Saputo |
Categories:
heart, writing,
Before I give my heart to you
I need to know what you will do
Will you just take my heart
Dismember it and rip it apart
Use it up selfishly
Broken return it back to me
If you saw the love inside
Would you be horrified
Or would you treat it tenderly
Fill it back up with your love for me
Would you show it kindness and care
Knowing my heart is a gift I share
So before I give my heart away
I need to know are you willing to stay
by Lei Strauss |
Categories:
adventure, universe,
It suddenly took me to magical land,
Saw ancient wonders of mysterious places.
Visited tourist spots around the world,
Flew with glitters in wondrous horizon.
Felt the beauty of impossible creatures,
Found myself running with great heroes.
I was in momentous event of history,
Witnessed love of fictitious couple,
Had a chance to explore the universe,
Lucky to see the beauty of fantasy.
Experienced as well to be surprised!
Remembered the scene when I was horrified.
I woke up knowing it was a daydream,
I was reading verses of my book.
by Billy Bier |
Categories:
death, environment, hope, life,
I close my eyes as I take a deep breath.
I listen intently at the sound of the breeze as it flows through my mind.
For a moment, I disappear.
Even if for only a moment
........Or for a life time,
I disappear.
If I open my eyes, will I be saddened by the nature of man?
Will I be horrified by the atrocities perpetrated on life?
My eyes are closed
My eyes are closed
.......... I disappear.
Another deep breath.
I will breath in hope and love.
I will breath in the wish for empathetic hearts.
I will dream of a world aware
.........so I may disappear
by Saumya Aloysius |
Categories:
love,
you don't know
how I'm feeling you
i have yet
to vocalize
desire deep within me
i shiver when
i'm near you
you don’t know
how much i want
and need you?
i long to say
"i love you"
but am terrified of
your reply
horrified like a child
i've become
paralyzed
hidden emotions
lead to pain
and silent cries
yet i just can't
tell you
don't you see
it in my eyes?
confessing
through this poem
my dilemma’
summarized
Saumya Aloysius
by Shirley Hawkins |
Categories:
1st grade,
Mrs Mole gave birth to a baby girl
Who arrived early
Mother Mole was horrified
To see her baby's coat was curly
Mrs Mole got a brush
Before it was too late
She brushed and brushed her baby's coat
Trying to make it straight
The more she brushed, the more it curled
Which made Mother Mole dizzy
Looking down at her baby girl
Whose coat was now all frizzy
She did not look like a mole
Or a hairy shrew
Was she another species
Original and new
Moles never have hair,
They are covered in skin, smooth and velvety
Without a crinkle in
One can only imagine, on that fateful day
This baby girl was innocent
And brought her love with her to stay
by Constance La France |
Categories:
fun,
Inside my backpack my kitty cat would often jump inside to sleep,
but, one day at school I was horrified to hear a familiar meow;
oh kitty cat, I love you but must hide you somewhere and somehow,
then, all of a sudden out of my backpack she flew with a great leap !
_________________
August 24, 2021
Poetry/Light Verse/Has Anyone Seen My Cat
Copyright Protected, ID 08-1384-104-24
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Your Best Four Line Light Verse, No 2
sponsor, L. MILTON HANKINS, Judged 09/23/2021
Third Place
by Angela Douglas |
Categories:
beauty, drink, england, heartbroken, judgement, loneliness, love hurts,
George IV requested brandy
the first time he beheld her
horrified at the sight of she
who was to be his bride
Neither of them demanded a drink
so I couldn't be nearly as ugly
as poor Caroline of Brunswick
They wouldn’t have had time
to finish it anyway
both receiving word of a dire crisis
they had to deal with right away
so soon after their separate arrivals
on different days months apart
Deja vu
Apologizing profusely before
striding out the door
never to be heard from more
Quite a coincidence, don’t you think?
It must be bad luck to agree
to go on a blind date with me
by Rosemarie Schrock |
Categories:
faith, forgiveness, friendship, happiness, inspirational, life, love, light, light, truth,
I wont wonder why
fro the truth isn't shy.
Your truth is made of love
falling on the wings of doves;
and the light that You share
shows that You care.
You're going all the way with me I know You'll ever be!
As fsr as I can see,
it's bigger than the sea.
Your love, it is so great,
It seems bigger than the light.
But, in the light Your glorified,
I am no longer horrified.
You are my way, my keeper; in thee I will stay!
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
3rd grade, 4th grade, 5th grade, 6th grade, 7th grade, 8th grade,
Starbuggle Saturn flies in flixies flitter fligberries.
Swarming sassily in swishing wifts of wagglemerries.
It’s a crittleshoot day to jubilantly jambergoo roo
I think it’s a sluggerbumb hop, don’t you too?
Tricksters are dancing the tango and doing the slide.
Goblins and Fergogglers around munchburgers hide.
They’re harmless Starbuggle Saturn flies I say with glee.
They flash their luminous tails, and chase little ole me.
What are you doing? My mother asks, horrified.
She does not understand why Munchburgers hide.
I’m playing a game with my tricksters and ghosts.
I love using my imagination and dancing the most.
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
women,
I never thought you could go wrong
If you added color, for I love it so.
But my cousin Edna who wore a thong
Went overboard until I yelled “whoa!”
Your eyes do not get used to the patterns there.
Up, down, sideways, backwards, everywhere.
I thought a rainbow kitchen would be fine.
But it was ridiculously overdone and out of line.
I know you will love it, Edna said to me.
She brought me down to give a look see.
Her idea was so ridiculously positively overrated,
Horrified, I did not like what she had created.
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
fun,
The wiener mobile should be here at eleven I said.
My straight man principal’s blue eyes went up into his head
They will love it, I reassured him, and all students will be fed.
This happy day was arranged by my goofy cousin, bi-polar Ned.
Ned came tearing up in the first wiener mobile we had ever seen.
He gave me a super noogie, calling me a worry wort queen.
My students were horrified, on my cheeks there was more than a sheen.
Ned fed every child in the school, before he called me an idiot bean.