I'll Remember You




Another challenge on our message board. If you would like to participate, come to the board. I post a challenge every weekend and you'll find the link HERE.

I put a list of things, or items, that must appear in the poem. Each item must have its own stanza and the poem must have a theme. This week only five of the six words or items had to be used.

Participants don't see a picture until the page is published.



This was the list for this weekend ( 8-18-07 )


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dragon


hula-hoop


picket fence


ivory


reserved


I'll remember you



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I'll Remember You




Oh, I'll remember you
From neath old skies of blue,
From playing days,
From idle days.


That special day and sunny time
Reserved for childhood, yours and mine,
Little plump baby-faced ones,
Precious ungrown awkward ones.


We dreamed of slaying dragons
While pulling our red wagons
In those old nostalgic times
Just happy, never grief-stained times.


When hula hoops swung round in colors,
Like Spanish ruffles on dancing revelers,
And wild ran our imaginations,
Traveling the stars in imagination.


You gave me an ivory heart.
My pink face blushed the child-love part,
It is on my chest still this today,
In a new backyard - a fresh today.


Would that you'd be near to me,
In this grown up world we'd happy be,
Talking big talk o'er the picket fence,
Planting kisses o'er the old picket fence.


Oh, yes, I'll always remember you.



By Norma (Twi1ite@sbcglobal.net)










I'll Remember You




Up there in your Ivory Tower
Laughing at the prank that you pulled
I hope with your idling behavior
Your face will turn old green with mold


I was playing with my hula-hoop
When you told me just where to go
Following your mean directions
It was a cruel trick for to pull


You advised to go past picket fence
And this I exactly did do
You said you would pay me quite grandly
And I had not an inkling clue


I should until later reserve my
Judgement of your very mean jest
I suppose you thought was funny
To throw at me such a dumb test


I yanked out the weeds as requested
And later I itched and did scratch
I'll remember you sir asking me to
Remove the poison ivy patch


The next day my arms and hands did itch
And I ran a fever quite high
My body was dragin' quite badly
My Mama kept giving a sigh



By Sharon (Sunyskys1943@aol.com)














Seems that Grannie left the tag on,
That green velvet dragon.
Only cost her $2.98
Grannie got here a little late.
Laden with presents, she seemed to droop.
Minnie scowled, "Where's my Hula Hoop?"
The birthday party was reserved.
Minnie got what she deserved.
First she pouted then she cried.
And threw the dragon to the side.
Slammed the gate on the picket fence,
Minnie seemed to have no sense.
Then Minnie's face went ivory white.
What she saw gave her a fright!
The dragon blew an orange flame,
Velvet or not, it wasn't tame.
It said; "Minnie? Be sure I'll remember you!
You will grow up to be a shrew."
The dragon took off and flew away,
And hasn't been seen to this very day.



By Swampetta (SWAMPETTA@aol.com)










I'll Remember You




I'll remember you the rest of my life
A handsome but lethal dragon
Peeking at me through the picket fence
A reserved young princess in my ivory tower
Innocently playing with my hula hoop
You sly and handsome dragon devil
Yes, I'll remember you.



By Frannie (Frannie516@aol.com)










Sports Not For Me




Trying to master the hula-hoop to me was a dragon.
When it came to anything athletic I wasn't on the band wagon.


I was the reserved lady-like type who would rather watch or read a book.
It was fun to sit on the sidelines as others partook.


I looked through the picket fence at those on the playground.
I was glad to be on the other side than pushing the merry-go-round.


I would rather tickle the ivories on my piano than play ball.
When it came to physical education, I wanted to stall.


All those girls who played sports in my high school, I salute you.
You deserve all the credit where credit is due.


I'll remember you as the years roll on, and you are old like me.
I wonder if you can still play basketball or climb a tree?



By Phyllis Ann (Starbird55@msn.com)










I'll Remember You




It was late as I came home, Draggin a dragon I had slain.
The cave was dim, the wife was out,
Bowling penguins at the ice palace.


The old son, only thirty four,
Was singing and twisting
With a hula hoop,
He was into the circular set.


My youngest girl was so reserved,
She was try to memorize Karl Marx.
But Plato and Socrates
She preferred to Johnny Be Good.


The picket fence in front of the cave,
Was in dire need of rejuvenation.
The wife used the pickets to spear food,
White wash we did not use.


But alas the Ivory on the wall,
Was gleaming as the flames did splutter.
But then I heard a growl,
Dang wife had brought three coyotes home.


She looked at me and a picket stake did get,
And a big grin covered her face,
“I’ll remember you,” when the snow does fall,
as she speared me and I disappeared.



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Slay a dragon and play with a hula hoop,
Don’t act too reserved behind the picket fence,
For ivory teeth that critter has,
And if you slip or mess up, it will devour you.


I’ll remember you the old song did say,
But the police man already had my permit.
So I just sat on a rock,
And sang, “Hickory, dickery dock.”


Then I sobered up a bit,
And found I was snuggled up to the dog.
The wife had a new fur coat,
But she had forgotten her underwear.



By Tom (tomWYO@aol.com)










I'll Remember You





He lived in one room, above the Green Dragon Lounge,
He was old, he was alone, he'd been around.
When his wife died, he came to Singapore,
Why? Because of what he remembered from before.


Tonight was one of the bad nights, it was foggy.
He'd had too much to drink, his head was groggy.
When she sang, his depression worsened making him blue,
She was singing tonight: "I'll Remember You..."


Their first meeting was on the Ivory Coast of Africa, after the war.
He was on business, she a tourist from Singapore.
They were both married, unhappily so...
In 1996 they met again, this time in San Francisco.


She talked of her little white house, a picket fence,
He told about his export business, a temporary residence.
Then about his homes in NYC, Paris, London...
She had an eight-year old daughter, and a dog named 'Fast One'.


Hula-hoops were popular again, her daughter had one,
Her eyes had sparkled that night, when she talked of her Mi-Yun...
Two lonely souls sharing an afternoon,
Unspoken messages in a dimly lit room.


Throughout his illnesses, he had never forgotten her,
The girl with the shiny black hair, the exotic allure.
He had kept up with her whereabouts, but hadn't let her know,
He had come to Singapore, and found her singing in a nightclub show.


Night-after-night, he would reserve a table in the back of the room,
Away from the piano and bar, alone in his gloom.
He hadn't gone that night, and would never go again,
"I'll Remember You...." was the last song she ever sang to him.



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