by Wilma Neels |
Categories:
dedication, friendship,
you possess an amazing aura of love and care
just like me
we sometimes use our words
to deal with the storms in our life
the little battles no one knows about,
sometimes disappear
just because you decide to smile
and share your wit,
rather than dwell on the things
you have no control over --
we don't need a lot
to make our friendship work
just our mutual madness,
care, laughter and the internet or sometimes snail mail...
You are an amazing person
and I am blessed to call you my friend ---
*mwahugs*
©261220110810
by Charlene Mccutcheon |
Categories:
beach, childhood, family, grandfather, joy, love, ocean,
In his damp, snail smelly, back yard, water boiled in a vat.
"Hurry honey", said Grandpa, "the tide has just gone out".
In my six year old mind, we were in for a "great big treat".
Willingly, I'd fill my bucket full with sand crabs we'd all eat.
Overcast dark sky and dank fishy cold wind didn't dampen
spirits while scanning wet sand for holes that were sunken.
Intently digging, then oh so thrilled, I yelled,"I found one!"
Clunk! Into my little tin sand bucket it fell; one prize won.
Sadly looking, seagulls mocking, I'd managed only eight.
Grandpa smiled, dumped them in the vat with, "GREAT"!
by Kayod5 Kayode |
Categories:
love, romance,
May Heavens bless you today,
Young Lilly of Yoruba tribe.
Like sun shining upon caked sheabutter,
Is your resurrecting touch on my cheek;
For joy returns speedily to my moody heart,
Even as you wrap me in your nursing hands.
Cold of loneliness once froze me up,
How warm is the sweet smile on your face,
And when you shroud me, like shell its snail;
Newness replaces my sloughing age;
Goddess of love can not be kinder,
Even when I think my sun is eclipsed,
Rising it is, because you truly care.
by Connie Pachecho |
Categories:
7th grade, loss, lost love, memory,
The Poem I Never Wrote
Is still on my lips
Buried treasure at the time
Now it's a barnacle on the ships side
And with each passing year
It keeps growing and growing
In infamy
In its infancy, some 50 years ago
The stage was set
We were twelve, once
Like two seagulls circling the sea
In harmony
But I didn't have the gull
To hold her hand
Or pass her a love note
No, no
Theres was no poet in me
Or a lion
Only a snail
It tears me to think about it
How our butterflies fluttered
And I didn't catch hers
connie pacheco
10/7/22
Not for contest
... it kept growing and growing, becoming
saltier and saltier
by Kolapo Olapoju |
Categories:
lost love, love,
Stupid you,Stoic me
You moved fast,i stood glued
Still and Passive
Hardened by my pride
detached but committed
I'm snail,she's cheetah
Eventually ,I'll awake
Lofty hope she carried
scary wish i pursued
Alas,i did rise
but her wait had lapsed
the cheetah had lost its limbs
Indifferent to my plight
she charted a new course
the tide favor me not
Aloof,i think out loud
I used to be here
Now,the scales have tipped
But brown,I'm ready now
Yet,your ego fails me
by Arthur Weil |
Categories:
age, appreciation, family, grandchild, growth, life, love,
You can’t bury him yet
The wise old owl well fed
Eyes keen, a healthy spleen
A wrinkled face shows a has-been
But not so fast
Old hickory not passed
But vigilant and wise
Wisdom his greatest prize
He saunters slowly like a snail
His stories, jokes are all old mail
His humor, full of jest
Tall tales believed are just the best
He loves his kids
And grandkids in the midst
Penuriously slaved
Years of elements braved
He’s yearned it, earned it
While life has taught him quite a bit
So when you pass him say “hello”
Not finished yet, his life is on the go
by Jemmy Farmer |
Categories:
computer-internet, life, life, life, morning,
Each morning sipping coffee while I look,
Reviewing messages left in email,
One click to check out life on my Facebook.
A friend in Oz is sharing a sweet tale,
No longer taking two weeks by snail-post,
Instantly old letters begin to pale,
A social existence but what is the cost?
No love letters tied with ribbons of red,
A way of life now seems to have been lost.
The world is quiet, words no longer said,
A text message has replaced a quick call,
An alien tongue now spelt as it is read.
Each morning sipping coffee while I look,
One click to check out life on my Facebook.
Form: Terza Rima Sonnet
by Mahtab Bangalee |
Categories:
love,
There is no snail, no oyster
on your bathing shore;
No swimming fish, no snake charmer
in your diving core
Hither and thither the fountain water
bathes you a crystal rainbow bath;
All over you; your beautification grace
there’s a heart waiting for your loving draft
I won’t laugh, I won’t weep
I’ll take birth in your scent;
I won’t walk, I won’t run
I’ll wake in your relation mend
Chattogram © Mahtab Bangalee
by Gary Fields |
Categories:
funny
I love my snail
From near to far
Sometime's I can see him
Just under the wheel's
Of my car
Though he may sometimes'
Be late,
But it take's so many
To fill a empty plate
I sit by the log
How long must it take
Fore he is fabulous
He taste just like stake
With a little gravy at the side
He is indeed a pleasure
To ever fill my plate
This I just can't hide
Fore-
His promptness just can't
Be denied
P.S. I AM WAITING FOR YOU BUDDY!
GF
by Gary Fields |
Categories:
lost love
Why my Snail left
I soon forget the
Reason why,
All that I know is
He left such an empty
Plate,
Such an empty trace
Which I did not even
Want to try and erase
Fore he was a Snail
Like no other,
He was a friend,
My brother and
A meal like no other
And other thing's that
I wish not to divulge
At this time,
But anyway.
All I know is
If he come's back
He will be mind this time
I will have him over
Along with a sweet, sweet wine
And the Tatar Sauce
Ummmmmm.......
Then and only then
Will he ever be mind
Surfice to say,
That he will never
Have to stand in line
Again
GF
by Katherine Braithwaite |
Categories:
beauty, happiness, joy, love,
Shimmering light
The lily pond
The music of your eye
The touch of your arm
Your always honey smell.
I love.
Rustling trees in a row,
A wide green lawn;
People stoop to see small flowers.
A snail on the path.
The perfecton of the shell.
I believe
Unusually tall dandelions
at the edge of this wood
Wave in the warm west wind.
We smile.
Sitting pen in hand
I wonder what I would have written
In all the letters I've not sent you.
Far away on the Ridgeway,
Cars,seem small as ants,
Rush towards the motorway.
They make us laugh.
How green the meadows are
How fresh the old trees.
I gaze at you.
I find I am.
It's mutual.
I thank you.
by John Tanaskow |
Categories:
sit here and let me tell you a tale
it's about a boy who move's like a snail
there something he love so much
the god's come down just to touch
can turn a angle green with envy
weather an arc angel or from the levy
for a demon it can ring the bell
even if there in the pit of hell
see this is what he dose
this is what he loves
before the sun comes up
he's not gonna shut up
the moons still out
he's gonna shout
he put the head phones on
there he gos yea he's gone
it dosen't matter the season
even when it's frezen'
watching the bats dance on there wings
with the music up loud he sings
by Chris Boskovski |
Categories:
absence, beautiful, bird, cry, deep, how i feel, imagery,
Love sick is a horrid hang-up,
to know that no one with call you,
or no one cares for you not one living thing;
Not even a snail moving slowly in a gutter,
or a snake slithering in desert sand pools,
not even that one beautiful girl with diamond eyes;
not one will ever come and just talk.
I hear the birds talking back and forth to each other,
five in the morning in the cool dawn morning;
I think they talk of me- (who is that brown-eyed boy,
-who cries such tears of sorrow-)
I don't think that though- they must be talking of the morning sunrise.
They might not even know that I'm down here thinking of them up there-
-or do they?)
.2.23.2014.
by Sidney Beck |
Categories:
imagery, true love,
HOMELESS NO MORE
Soul at home with itself
In old shoe or snail shell,
Fits in or out of the foam -
Sole or roof - always at home.
First meeting your love that day,
Know at once what she will say,
Hug without thinking on the shore,
Unknown but knowing her from before,
With every fibre of every sense.
A seashore of experience,
Smell touch sound taste sight,
Engulfs the flooding bight.
…………………………………………………………………………………………………….
NOTE
The first meeting with your true love commonly causes a feeling that you’ve known her before.
by Bamanga Bashir |
Categories:
love,
Ah! the first counting
in this room
these shadows
how many insects?
sleep and rest?
a sign of malaria?
how many dogs look
at this bone
funnyly and dearly?
the rest is in snail
his likeness and unlikeness
now, in the twilight
a noise
breaking tortoise
even here?
may be the next
counting in the snow
is the rest of pan Africanization?.
by Gershon Wolf |
Categories:
destiny, future, technology,
They said the car would never replace the horse
They were dead wrong, of course
The plane would never replace the boat
That one still sticks in their throats
TV couldn't possibly replace radio
Ha, ha! Totally incorrectimundo!
Email would never replace the love letter
Point of fact: It works much better
Texting and tweeting can't compete with email
P-l-e-a-s-e! Can a hare outrun a snail?
Whatever comes along next, the naysayers will get it wrong
Might as well just go ahead, and give 'em the 'old gong!'
by Adeleke Adeite |
Categories:
dedication, loveme, sensual, , cute,
I can’t believe her heart finally fell
And got imprisoned in this tempting town,
Love has glued me to a girl with a gorgeous gown
Oh Carol has gotten me into this sensual spell.
I’m addicted… like a snail can’t shed its shell
She is now my queen; she won my colorful crown,
In my pleasant palace she’s got no face to frown,
She’ll be the golden bucket in my wealthy well.
Our love will last forever… sweeter than vanilla,
Our bond will remain bold, bright and beautiful
We’ll always be lively and lovely in my virtuous villa.
And our children will be cool, cute and colorful
I’ll be her power, pole and pleasant pillar
She’ll always be a wife that’s worthy and wonderful
by Eve Roper |
Categories:
anger, bereavement,
The story of my life, empty, a vase
filled with wilted flowers; leaving a trail
passing by slowly like a swollen snail;
extracted, drawn firmly upon my face.
Echoes of age with such depth of your love
written within dreams, a-dream built on bricks
I've been clinging on so tight as time ticks;
all lie with crowns of stones, leaves clinch above.
Once, the story of my life with grand sprays
of bloom, now taken by wind through a maze.
9/28/2019
by Pipping Stars |
Categories:
art,
well uh
this love
ain't for sale
or
a
rabbit egg
on
a
snail
run a little faster
rubbing words
on your tail
oh what a soothe
rub me some more
waves to the shore
oh this love
said oh this love
chasing albino bats
feathering maiden hats
tell me the truth before
you cut me loose
no no no
never
tighten up the noose
on
this love
?
by Peter Akinjute |
Categories:
adventure, life, lost love, love, sad, life,
There comes a snail
out of a hole,
in search of a more pleasant
place to live.
Neglecting the coolness of the hole and,
seeking for a different kind of life.
Moving into the more sunny and
breezy light of life.
Becoming the happiest of a newly found home,
a home away from home;
Suddenly asked to return to his shell,
because of neglects from his new environmental home.
Tears of the unknown
overcrowded his face;
Is t;is how cruel life could be?
Is t;is how cruel life could be?
by Christy Edgley |
Categories:
community, crazy,
Guess what
I love Snails
I found a snail on the tree
Snails have always been fascinating to me
I love their shells
I just love snails
Seeing a snail make my day
It puts a smile on my face
I’m always the nasty one who like snails
Oh well
And I love it
It’s cool that I found a snail on the tree
I’m so blessed
Love being me
I love snails
Just being me
Dont judge me
:D
by Nwajei Jude |
Categories:
africa, emotions, friendship love, i love you, i miss you, kiss, romantic love,
Flesh to bone, lets solly our love
And clad our apples in green leaves.
The river that brought us together
The milk of our breasts, yet flourishing
Shall not dry up in brimming season-
The snail wet the ground along its path,
Yet no sand follows it to its shell-
Our love shall be drunk with revelries
But our virginity shall bear no umbilical cord-
For the night preens before standing mirror
The synthesizing owls mewl their spree
And the chirping crickets tie together their wings-
So why should we not solly round bonfire
And tincture our love with ecstasy…
by Mahtab Bangalee |
Categories:
addiction, loneliness, love, poetry, writing,
clouds
gathered here
on the ether
rains are
getting ready
to fall down
storms are
in frolicsome mood
with dusty wind
my love
in happiest movement
of facebook gossiping
i'm and my pen
how wonderful alone
by seeing far dark-blue barking sky
words after words
monotonous to pleasant
as rosary beads showers my sight
pebbles with surfing waves
calls me with night beauty
darkish moon-lit beach writes inert life
cast away the snail
the crab crawling on sandy
entwine the whole nerve of my pen
clouds, rains, storms
envelop a letter for my love and me
“she addicted to facebook and me to poetry!”
-December 14, 2018 Chattogram
by Robin Brown |
Categories:
angst, confusion, death, forgiveness, hope, life, love, dark, dark,
SOMETIMES I DON'T KNOW HOW I FEEL. I SEE MYSELF LOOKING FROM THE
OUTSIDE FROM THE INSIDE LOCK IN A DARK ROOM ALL ALONE AND
CONFUSED.
I TRY GOING OUTSIDE, BUT AFRAID WHAT PEOPLE WOULD SAY. THEN I
DON'T KNOW MY FEELING WILL REACT. I CRAWLED BACK INTO THAT DARK
ROOM LIKE A SNAIL AND FEEL SORRY FOR MYSELF.
I FEEL LIKE A HIDDEN AWAY CHILD NOBODY WANTS OR LOVE. MY FEELS
LIKE A BROKEN WINE GLASS THAT BEEN THROWN AWAY AFTER THE FRIST
DRINK.
I WHETHER SIT IN THE DARK AND HIDE MY LIFE AWAY. I WANT MY FEELING
TO STAY LOCKED IN A GLASS BOTTLE THAT BEEN THROWN INTO THE SEA,
WHETHER THAN GOING OUTSIDE TO HAVE MY FEELING HURT.
by Trevor Mcleod |
Categories:
analogy, nonsense,
Love for the bunny
and hope for the snail
Look up for lunar spots
and don't be frail
Costly and wreckless
is post past trael
Crospt it and brospt it
and don't be mail
Crosty and ghasty
un take that dale
On frosty and paisty
provate that vail