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Tired of Princesses

If you are going to swarf, swelt, black out or swoon
Please do it outside under Dracula’s moon
Too many drama queens are in this house already
Thanks to the eight daughters of Arlene and Freddy

But if you are going to help with the housework
Then come on down, and join me, for you do not irk
I am tired of princesses who will not lift a finger
They are the ones who never leave, perpetually linger

Female Footle Slang Names: Part 1

No Alice in Wonderland

Callous
Alice

Sacrificial Lamb

Blame me
Amy

Fan of the Panda Bear

Andie 
Pandie

Miss Hollywood

Star Queen
Arlene

The Trifling One

Petty
Betty

One Gorgeous Redhead

Henna
Brenna

Miss Sophisticated

Classy
Cassie

Not so Sophisticated

Gassy
Cassie

Miss Detective

Police
Clarice

Fragile: Treat with Care

China
Dinah

Miss Flamboyant

Showy
Chloe

The Lesser of the Flamboyant ones

Tawdry
Audrey

The Laggard

Lazy
Daisy

The Imprudent One

Folly
Dolly

Stars in her Eyes

Eileen
Sky Queen

Earth Girl

Terra
Farrah

Hope Lies Everywhere

Hope is a bird
Soaring through the air
Perched on the tree of life
Cutting through the clouds;
Of darkness and despair 

Hope is an ant
A little tiny thing
But able to carry lots of weight;
Never stopping for disappointment;
Big in a different way

Hope is a little plant
Growing between the cracks of life
Shooting up to the sun
Sprouting in the gloomiest of places,
A tiny flicker of green 
That grows into a tree

Hope is a mother
A sign of care and love;
Bringing new joy to the world;
Comfort during tough times
A bringer of a new start 

 Hope is a flicker of light
A matchstick in the darkness
A fire in a cold, black, cave;
Lighting up and brightening,
The pathway, to happiness 

By Arlene Nayak
Age-9

Hope Lies Everywhere

Hope lies Everywhere

Hope is a bird
Soaring through the air
Perched on the tree of life
Cutting through the clouds;
Of darkness and despair 

Hope is an ant
A little tiny thing
But able to carry lots of weight;
Never stopping for disappointment;
Big in a different way

Hope is a little plant
Growing between the cracks of life
Shooting up to the sun
Sprouting in the gloomiest of places,
A tiny flicker of green 
That grows into a tree

Hope is a mother
A sign of care and love;
Bringing new joy to the world;
Comfort during tough times
A bringer of a new start 

 Hope is a flicker of light
A matchstick in the darkness
A fire in a cold, black, cave;
Lighting up and brightening,
The pathway, to happiness 

By Arlene Nayak

No Strong Storm

Have a blessed birthday, Arlene, 
The ocean is quiet and calm; 
The skyway above is serene, 
No strong storm from the sea will come. 

Topic: Birthday of Arlene Cariño (March 12)

As Dawn Arrives

A-crostic 
R-egards 
L-et 
E-ssential 
N-ote 
E-mploy 

L-ovely 
L-ines 
A-bout 
N-atal 
T-opic 
A-s 
D-awn 
A-rrives 

Topic: Birthday of Arlene G. Llantada (January 17) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

Covid - 19

COVID -19
Irrespective of what your size is
You are not immune to Coronavirus
So stay at home is sound advice
As you may lose at the throw of the dice
Man, woman or child, it does not care
So dice with death...if you dare.
This evil curse is here for a while
He conducts his business with artless guile
To offer the path of least resistance
You must be sensible and keep your distance.
This is not a disease to be treated lightly
And one that will not go politely.
Before he does he will take his toll
Of thousands of humans and not trouble his soul.
If you are lucky enough to escape his scythe
Consider how others managed to survive.
Often by the unselfishness of the NHS
Those doctors, nurses, carers we will forever bless
If it was not for the unselfish acts of public health staff
There could many more treading a one way path.
Arlene Phillips 2020 (c)

Wishing To Arlene

I was not witness the night of your arrival
That night your majestic mother suffered in motherly pains

I did not see the starry sky that evening
Under the sky you came to earth

I didn't see the dragonflies coming from moonlight that night
In that light you first smiled

I did not see the moon in the deep heart of the night
That moon sang in the rhythm of your luminous cry

Maybe on the day of your arrival
The rose that bloomed in my garden,
The butterfly that danced,
The birds that sang,
That cloud angel gave shade
Everything was for you
Maybe the muses floated in the virgin river by saying
- "Happy Birthday to you"

05.05.2020

In Noble Objective

A-uthor
R-ightfully
L-ets
E-very
N-ame
E-mploy

C-omposition
A-bout
R-apture
I-n
N-oble
O-bjective

Topic: Birthday of Arlene Cariño (March 12) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

About Message of Rapture

A-uthor
R-ightfully
L-ets
E-veryone's
N-ame
E-mploy

V-erse
I-n
L-iterary
L-ines
A-bout
M-essage
O-f
R-apture

Topic: Birthday of Arlene Villamor (December 17) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

Eventually Lived

A-uthor
R-ightfully
L-ets
E-xpression
N-icely
E-mploy

G-reetings
A-s
B-irthday
R-emembrance
I-s
E-ventually
L-ived

Topic: Birthday of Arlene Gabriel (January 13) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

Enjoy the Important Note

A-nother
R-eader
L-ets
E-yes
N-icely
E-njoy

T-he
I-mporrant
N-ote
D-elightfully
U-nderstanding
G-od
A-lmighty's
N-ame

Topic: Birthday of Arlene Tindugan (July 29) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

Letting One Poem Endorse Zest

A-wesome
R-apturous
L-ine
E-mploys
N-ifty
E-xcellence

L-etting
O-ne
P-oem
E-ndorse
Z-est

Topic: Birthday of Arlene F. Lopez (July 27) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

Radiant Light Erases Night

A-nother
R-adiant
L-ight
E-rases
N-ight
E-ndorsing

V-iew
I-n
L-ovely
L-ife
A-s
M-orn
O-pens
R-ays

Topic: Birthday of Arlene Villamor (December 17) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

I Walked My Dog

I walked my dog


I walked my dog to the woods today
of beech and oak and lime
he chased his ball , and chased the squirrels
we had such a wonderful time.


I walked my dog to the sea to-day
That looked toward distant lands
 He was ever so brave as he swam in the waves 
 then buried his ball in the sand.


I walked my dog to the fields to-day
 He sniffed the delights  in the grass
he chased his tail  , followed mysterious trails,
How was I to know, it wasn't to last.


I walked my dog to the Bridge to-day
with Rainbow hues in the sky
of red and green , purple and blue
and kissed my dog goodbye


Author, Arlene Phillips 2017 ©

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