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POETRY LESS
Sitting at my computer with my silly hat on,
Not knowing what to write,
I really feel sad, down, really not bright,
My muse is no help at all tonight,
As I struggle to think with all my might!
The situation lately is quite,
A challenge, and in spite,
Of my every endeavour, as I face this plight
Do not have an inkling, or even a slight
Idea, I try to relax, not to fight
This block in my mind, it’s a fright,
Hey musey mine, show me a light,
For my ideas are a tad trite!
You want us to fly a kite,
In the dark, at night?
Drink champagne and become tight,
And caviar and biscuits bite?
I’m beginning to come right,
Oh my goodness dear muse, wait
A poem is slowing forming despite,
The block in my mind, what a delight,
But in hindsight,
Let’s work on it tomorrow, for I am alight
Too much champagne, feel I’ll ignite!
Trying something new , If you think you see something or someone you recognise .
It is purely coincidental.
I met a romantic queen
and made love to her in a dream
Her mum said . Put him down
Drive him out of town
You've no idea where he's been .
I have a friend named A.D.
I adore all of her poetry
Her writing puts me to shame
but when she mentions my name
I feel like she's flirting with me.
A beautiful lady named Nette
Said she wouldn't be kissed for a bet
but a gentleman I aint
If I kissed her she'd faint
and she'd be forever in my debt.
Our very good friend Tim
Swore a beautiful woman was stalking him
but since he's been missing
He's discovered French kissing
Now our chances of finding him are slim.
I know a young lady named SKAT
When she makes love, She purrs like a cat
She is such a cute kitten
I admit I am smitten
and I wouldn't mind hearing that.
We have a beautiful friend named F.J.
I asked what she knew about kissing one day
I could tell from her wink
She knows more than we think
and a lot more than she's willing to say.
LOL
I'll work on it.
MY OLD FORD
I once had a '50 Ford
I bought it just because I was bored
It had been setting in a farmer's field
Where it had stopped and wouldn't yield
I hooked it behind Pa's old pickup truck
And out across the field I struck
Headed for the shade-tree mechanic's house
Knowing he would cuss and grouse
I parked this junk heap in his yard
He grumbled and sputtered long and hard
But went to work on it with skillful cunning
Certain that he could get it running
Get it running is what he did
I tell you, I nearly flipped my lid
My friends and I, all that summer
Rode the dirt roads in that little hummer
Until one day, it finally quit
And we knew that was the last of it
So I dragged it back to the farmer's field
Where it still sets and will not yield
28 August 2011
I'm sorry for being late
Here you go,
This is the poem that I was working on ( I can't live with you)
I wasn't able to work on it all the time
Because I was having a lot of hard conditions
Sorry again and bye ??
Old Jake lived a mile or so below the falls.
He wasn’t a hermit, or any other sect or sort.
He was just an old man; though always alone.
Well, except for the critters.
They were not remarkable, just - - -many
and they all adored old Jake.
He didn’t even have to feed them.
Only gave them what they needed most---love.
Oh, the whole crowd needed companionship!
Or, so it seemed.
That one small cabin?
A six hundred pound bear is a bit much!!
least in my humble opinion.
Then consider the raccoon !
The sucker fusses and complains
all day, all night twenty four-seven.
The covey of pigeons were good about cooing him to sleep
but ‘twearnt worth NO dad gum roosting on the porch rail !!!!!!
Geez!! The hose is not long enough
to drag around to the front steps;
much less scour that whole rail “on and under it”,
the whole width of the house--every day!
That fox!! Slick as a whistle and he will lie
in a skinny minute--
And we have yet to find any sign
of the gone gosling !
Who else would do such a thing?
I know every family has problems, but most can
be fixed with a little think through:
common sense and resolve.
Let’s all work on it----who knows?
One might find, that the powers which be, can take a hint from
the common man for a change.
‘stead of vice versa.
I want to write a poem about believing in God's words
Whether His word from the Bible or
something He said to you
If you don't believe Him, know this
you are in for a battle
and He is the One who wins
We are humans
We all have doubts, unbeliefs, lack of faith
And when He said something
if we don't see it, we begin to question Him
- question about the validity of His word
But you know, He will let you go along doubting Him
But in His own way, He plans His battle
to prove it to you
God He is a funny man
He will make sure that you will eat your words
He knows exactly what you are thinking
what your weaknesses are
And He will go at it
And all that time you have no idea
that He is working on you
Haha like a deer you try to run away
Don't want to face it
Don't want to work on it
because you have your mind set
You are so rebellious
You did not want to mind
You have your mind made up
and that is that
But you know His will is higher than yours
He is stronger than you
tougher than you
You think you are going to win?
No surrey
Lol you are in for an awakening surprise
He will take you on a wild ride
and let you see who is stronger
tougher
and willfuller
So a word to the wise
If you doubt, prepare to shout
because that will be what you will do at the end
- shouting hallelujah to Him
Okay I think I stop right here
Have fun haha
A murderer was terrorizing my city.
Everyone was fearful, even me,
and so I did what I do to relieve anxiety,
I began writing creatively.
I began to write a fictional story
written in the form of poetry
about this murderer terrorizing my city.
In the form of a journal or diary,
I would write as if this murderer was me.
I would scan the newspapers and watch the news on TV
everyday about this murderer terrorizing my city,
and then I'd imagine this fiend's activities
writing every dark detail in rhyme poetry.
I would post this work in progress privately
on Facebook so I could go back and work on it occasionally,
but one evening after heavy drinking at a party,
I accidently posted it publicly.
Does anyone know a good attorney?
I need one who can get Stevie Wonder a drivers license, seriously.
I-95
“Ya got the horse race
Ya got the dog race
Ya got the human race —
But this is a ratrace”
~ Bob Marley and the Wailers, “Ratrace” from the album Rastaman Vibration (1976)
Across Boynton Beach ran a popular road known as Gateway Boulevard.
Commuting to work on it each weekday morning the traffic moved like lard
Cruising past Motorola, eastbound vehicles mostly went single-file
In the right lane starting at Congress Avenue, dragging through all the half-mile
Along Quantum Boulevard and High Ridge Road, where long stoplights delayed the dull drive
Until the right turn to the onramp that dropped to the highway called I-95.
We’re getting on I-95, in line, we’re getting on I-95
The road never ends but as long as we’re friends we’re all getting on I-95.
Florida drivers were cool and unhurried; some surely could be terribly slow.
Old codgers wearing old hats had no clue they impeded the old traffic flow.
I’d blow past all of them, taking the left lane; I most every day made the pole
Up at the High Ridge Road light. Once it turned, I’d just kick it in and quickly roll
Forward, ahead of the slouch to my right, so that at the onramp I’d arrive
Long past the long line of travelers waiting to turn onto I-95.
We’re getting on I-95, my friends, we’re getting on I-95
It makes us feel proud to be part of the crowd all for getting on I-95.
In the South Bay there’s no waste of a chance to exploit the available lanes.
Drivers move quickly to block one another from realizing possible gains
That may have been realized, had lane-changing tactics let somebody else take the lead,
Yet for all that I have nothing to say of this crowd in its ruthless stampede
Than that it’s just like that past Florida crowd in the sense that it’s no more alive
In any real way, whether faster or meaner, than those back on I-95.
You’re getting on I-95, old crew, you’re getting on I-95
All throughout life, in each gladness and strife, you’re just getting on I-95.
~ Thanks Always Returns
A modern day scenario of Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden. It’s after dinner and Eve
has washed the dishes while Adam's disappeared to the den…communication is minimal...the
boys are off somewhere..everybody's doing "their thing". The old serpent..he's got all his bases covered - the internet, so many distractions..total disconnect, no communication...he's
thinking: 'O, this is easy! Divide the family and conquer!'...He's got it going..or so he thinks..but he forgets that he doesn't hold the "Ace" card. All this is temporary!
“Adam, are you listening to me?” How’s the budget coming on?”
“We have to have a budget in place so life can be manageable.”
“No, not later, not tomorrow, honey!”
“Tomorrow’s too far in the future for this to wait.”
“Oh! What’s that you said?”
“Did I hear you right?”
“I should make a budget, that whatever I do is fine by you?”
“Babe, let’s work on it together. Here, I’ve got all we need to start.”
“Oh, you’re too busy, right now?”
“Ok, I’ll do it, then.”
“Adam, where are the boys?”
“Have you seen them today?”
“What are you doing?”
“Shouldn’t you be out there with them?”
“I can’t be running things around here and watching the boys, too.”
“Someone has to keep an eye on them; see what they’re up to.”
“Are you listening to me?”
“No, I’m not nagging..”
“I’m just gently reminding you that what’s left undone today,
Will come back tomorrow and bite you in the butt!”
Soon, Cain murdered Abel......
"Adam, now that Cain has killed Abel, we have..nothing"
"No need for me to stay around here"
"Good bye"
Another lesson for mankind, but will we ever learn
That two heads are better than one?
Without balance nothing works as it should!
*To Any Present day Adam totally disconnected from family
*For Deborah Guzzi's "Eve in the Garden of Eden" Contest
Fold two hands together
and express a dash of sorrow
marinate it overnight
and work on it tomorrow.
Chop one grudge in tiny pieces
add several cups of love
dredge with a large sized smile
mix with the ingredients above.
Dissolve the hate within you
by doing a good deed
cut in and help your friend
if he should be in need.
Stir in laughter, love and kindness
from the heart, it has to come
toss with genuine forgiveness
and give your neighbor some.
The amount of people served
will depend on you
it can serve the whole wide world
if you really want it to.
I'm at a new school. Its name is “The Michael Jackson School for Rock Stars.” The courses
here are Gay!
My first assignment is to learn to play the skin flute and sing like a rock star. To be a
good rock star, I'm supposed to feel around a lot, to give oral sex to the dude across the
stage, and to cum at the audience. I did not act like that at my old school, so I think
I'll have to work on it for a while; this will be interesting homework.
My second assignment is to learn to have an entourage, which is a group of people that
always seems to follow around a rock star. I have a lot of friends, but for this
assignment I suddenly have Pineapple people following me around, telling me how gay I am,
how they really like my tounge in there *******, and how I am the most annoying person
ever. I can't be sure, but I think they are just saying that.
My final assignment is to put on a rock concert. I have to arrive in a Pink Inter-tube and
walk the Rainbow carpet, past all the horny **** fans with cameras flashing in my face.
Then, when I get inside, my entourage will be there and I will get ***** with them to the
stage. Next, I'll perform Spongebob songs, all while Cumming across the stage, singing,
and Crapping at the audience. This will be the toughest final exam I've ever had, and the
one I'll never forget!
I know Kymber is fine she's in a better place, where angels go
When I cry, it's all about me, how I miss her and I how I am feeling so
Sad for myself because she's gone and it hurts and I don't want to feel
How I want to see her face and touch her and make her real
I don't want to be punished and make a place for her and Serenity
to sit and have cook outs, and parties , play cards, talk, and watch movies
She was so alive and a part of it all, come back and sit with us and cook
talk to me about Grey's and the baby and your hair and reading a book?
I'm sad for me and Serenity, but I'm happy for you with God
No calls, no texts, no coming over for me, not for you it just seems odd
I have to come to grips and make it for you and not me, no way
Look at what I'm doing and how I behave
Please forgive me, I'm sorry, I'll work on it
I'll try hard to put this in perspective
I love you so much and I can't let you go
I feel you around me and I miss you so
You want me to be happy and enjoy life
I will try my baby girl just for you and turn on that light
in the window so you know I'm always thinking of you
and you know that my heart is still blue
But I will live for you if you want and be happy
If you promise to come by and see me
I will always love you more than you will ever know Kymber Michelle
To the Universe and Back and farther in case you can't tell
I will hold your heart in mine forever even when I'm gone
Because we'll be together my child and I'll be happy as the day is long
Two Hearts Perfect Together~~Faith & Kymber
I threw it in the garbage not long ago
It had not changed in many years
A collection of dreams and thoughts
Displayed on a board in calm tranquility
Not really a reflection of my troubled life
I had decorated it with butterflies and flowers
With happy pictures of those I loved
Their smiles did not bring me happiness
But a reminder of what is engraved in stone
Of what I have lost in this journey
A collage once held dear to my heart
Poetry, art, family, adventure, quotes, ideas
All beautifully assembled in groups
It included inspiring clippings and pictures
Things I wanted to accomplish in life
Nothing had changed in years and years
I often said to myself, I really should work on it
I never did and each time I walked by
It only shattered my very soul
One day I torn apart each lost memory and idea
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September 28, 2013
Poetry/Free Verse/A Collage Of Tears
Copyright Protected, ID 09-508-795-28
All Rights Reserved, 2013, Constance La France
How am I supposed to say no, when my body is screaming at me to let him do everything he wants, no questions, no hesitation?
He touches me or kisses me and electric shocks roll through my entire body and consume me.
With him It's just such an intensity of a feeling I've never experienced before with anyone.
It's his presence, passion and ability to lead the emotional availability at that moment all mixed into one.
It's not rushed most times, but I'm always excited to rush into it.
There is no self-consciousness anymore… Just pure, in the moment ecstasy. It's the way he has unraveled me and all of my insecurities... I feel safe. I can surrender so deeply to the feelings of pleasure and I know I can trust him with my body completely
My heart, on the other hand, won’t stop warning me that I’m just going to get hurt again.
It will be my own fault.
After all, nothing in his confession indicates love or a relationship.
He’s not giving me false promises, despite knowing my romantic feelings towards him. I respect the honesty, even as I struggle with what’s the smart thing to do.
The smart thing would be to have never let myself get in this situation in the first place because this man has so much power over my fragile heart now, and I know that he knows it. But I’m not always a smart girl, and I find myself nodding, pulled toward him by a force I can’t deny.
"I want to shatter you"
"You already have"
I have to admit, something else in me wants to prove I am a doer, not just a thinker. The way he reads me so easily is galling. My passivity, fear and shyness has been crippling in the past, and I continue to try to work on it.
With one short conversation, he's stripped all of that away and revealed who I am deep down inside. The person I want to pretend like I left behind but I didn’t. She’s still there in me bubbling just below the surface hidding behind the mask I wear to hide my obvious feelings..
November plays
With rainy moods;
Overcast sky
Audience gathers
Teenagers align;
Protocol dictates
School talk moment
Share the writer's way;
Story persuasion
Curious faces
Sit and stare blankly;
Open box mystery
Play wit and urge
Thirteen-year olds;
"Do what you love..."
Pun with fun factor
Takeaway message;
"Love what you do..."
Exhort tomorrow's crowd
"Dream big. Work on it."
Too late can come too soon
Plant a seed thought
Nurture an idea;
"Work hard to be happy..."
Charm words story
Tale of thoughts happy;
Passion acts out purpose
A day well-spent
Sure poise of voice;
Passion speaking clear
Perfection lives well
Mundane routines veil;
Look beyond bland
Words and visuals
Sensory stimulus;
Heart knows the mind
End of brief tale
Kind applause greets;
Community service heals
Chat with teacher
Check on delivery;
Happy outcomes
Trip here felt good
Sunny weather;
Homebound torrential
Quick meal and rest
Exhausted senses;
Nap to recover
Leon Enriquez
11 November 2014
Singapore