First AP poem I posted on the site:
I Love Ice Cream
Oh I love ice cream,
Cold and smooth on my tongue
It’s so creamy and dreamy
It makes me feel young.
Yes, I REALLY love ice cream
Many flavors and brands
I can get it at Bi-Lo
Or at outdoor ice cream stands.
I love it in dip cones
Double scoopage, it’s true
But serve it into a cup
And I’ll suck that right down too.
Dairy Queen now stays open
All the way up til ten
If I’m having a craving
I can go get some then.
Buy a “blizzard” or “flurry” or “frosty”
…so yummy!
Mixed with chocolate or sprinkles
Makes a bulge in my tummy.
Oh yes, how I LOVE ice cream
And my friends they all know it
They think I’m addicted
Tho’ I try not to show it
Some will share in the decadence
Of Southerly Sonics
Others preach how I should
Change to healthier tonics
I don’t mind them one bit
As I plan my next splurge
Pretending I don’t have
The “I love ice cream” urge.
Buy firecrackers pops
Chocolate banana won’t make you sick
We’ll laugh all night long
At the joke on the stick.
I think a hot fudge cake
Would be just the thing
To make me feel better
Make deprived taste buds sing.
So come join me for sundaes
Or a dairy isle drip
Sharing ice cream with friends
Is the most pleasant trip.
http://allpoetry.com/poem/2135357
Last posting to date, last posting of 2007:
Pointes and Boxes of Dreams
They hang, now, from tattered much-ironed ribbons
Like tarnished burnished old gold
still some satin sheen and pretty pink
marking the outward look
of the box of dreams
slipper silk Selva Barrie-practiced Capezio Pavlovas.
Like ornaments and charms
so unlike the tiny bracelet garnish replicas
that we all wore some Christmas or another,
to signify some relative's recognition
of what it all meant to us, all those years ago.
Silent, sentinel spirit
full of whispers of pain and
stain
earned callouses on feet and soul
memories of resin scent
readying us for years when we could no longer
dance
with any part but the heart.
Poise, pose, pause... point to the stars with a single satined foot
Struck, staged, frozen in time
for how many seconds, hands holding hands with unseen spirits suspended
a human photograph
touch the artist heartbeat of anyone witnessing us
bringing the notes to life, turning ink to blood
balancing each strain of melody on the head of a pin
or tiny box over which we sprung, strung
like the instruments we were.
http://allpoetry.com/poem/3747860
Both wistful, eh?
Author notes
First AP poem and last poem of 2007, last AP poem thus far.
In a list
A contest entry
- First and Last by CarolDesjarlais.
525 points, ended January 4, 2008, 27 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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The second one I totally wasn't understanding...
And I am sure some people wouldn't. XD But I liked the first one... Unfortunately I don't have much money as of late and my mom never buys ice cream anymore! Kill me!!! I love ice cream as well, and I don't know when the last time was... it was at least early December.. and that wasn't anything special! Great flow and catchy write!!!
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I love to see the transformation poets go through and the different aspects of the soul expressing themselves at different moments ... I am sure that you still are this joyful and innocent little girl who loves icecream - yet the soulful voice of the wise woman has surfaced and now gracefully expresses words that touch on a much deeper level ...
congratulations on the well deserved gold
maa
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Incredible change in writing between these two poems. I recognize that the first is different in tone and rightly so, but this last poem shows professional work in putting language to the test, Bravo...and yes wistful for sure. You are in the running....
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Carol, thank you so much for the trophy which compliments these works more than I can say. I can say that my courage has grown which has allowed me to relate more of myself in my work, and to create more intimate and emotional pieces rather than the humorous ones I was so fond of in the past.
Thaks you again for this awesome contest. The creativity of the contests inspire me and are a help to my evolution. -K
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