It has been a rough week.
Monday was dog-eared and dozing.
The world ended on Tuesday -
so not a great start.
Wednesday, not surprisingly,
did not know how to break the news.
The planet carried on being essentially global
while millions of people seemingly not to care
that they were no longer there.
There were many afterlife tragedies,
rumors of leaky unsustainable beliefs,
suicides were tried but to no avail.
Everywhere there were catastrophic failures
of restroom facilities.
Thursday dissolved quietly
unwilling to confirm or deny its existence.
Those still able to crawl to work
did so in their dreaming skulls.
Friday absentmindedly tried to begin again
then remembered.
The few who thought it might only be
a cosmic PowerGrid blip
were assured by ghostly astrophysicist
that the world would return
and apologized for all the fuss.
However, as happened,
the weekend really was the END.
It has been a rough week.
Monday was dog-eared and dozing.
The world ended on Tuesday -
so not a great start.
Wednesday, not surprisingly,
did not know how to break the news.
The planet carried on being essentially global
with millions of people
unaware that they were not there.
The moon being hollow
could only contain so many ghosts,
there were many afterlife tragedies,
rumors of leaky dread locks,
of nose rings blowing mournful bugles.
Everywhere there were catastrophic failures
of restroom facilities.
Thursday dawned too early.
Back on dead mother earth,
those still able to crawl to work
did so
only to discover the office
was now a black hole
in a high rise tower of emptiness.
Friday began better.
Millions were assured
that the world had returned
and was sorry for all the fuss.
All now was as it should be.
The faithful gathered
to rejoice
but then the sky collapsed
like a wet fish,
it flopped around for hours
before we understood.
~ MY LOVE SHE'D LENT ~
I followed her where'er she went
Lured onward by her fragrant scent
She clasped his hand, a handsome gent
How could she know my love she'd lent
I died one thousand deaths inside
Choked back my tears with wounded pride
How long such anguish could I bear
My heart asunder to let tear
The hour had come to make my move
My love for her I had to prove
Unsteady I, and quite unsure
Just how to break the news to her --
My tongue was still despite I tried
'To ask her this: 'Please be my bride.'
~ Iambic Tetrameter ~
December 30, 2019
The moment when the farmhouse hit the ground
my life in black and white was gone for good.
A technicolor country I had found,
a panning for the gold of Hollywood:
In glitter dusted gown of pink chiffon
a fairy floated in to break the news
of how I’d killed a witch without a wand
and earned myself a pair of ruby shoes.
She pointed to a path of yellow brick
extending to a town of emerald green.
I skipped along in sparkling shoes so slick,
the trees and wild flowers bent to see.
My life is so much brighter for the spin
from Kansas to the rainbow land I’m in.
February 4, 2019
Movie Magic Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Gregory R Barden
Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz
There once was a strange elf raised in North Pole
Who loved Christmas thrice more than his fishbowl
Far way too tall to excuse
Santa had to break the news
Time for Elf to surprise Dad in Seoul
AP: 1st place 2020 , Honorable Mention 2020, Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on March 1, 2018 for contest FAVORITE COMEDY MOVIE LIMERICK sponsored by ALEXIS Y. - RANKED 1ST
A woman, blinded by disease,
Wrote poetry and then,
Inspired to write a novel,
Picked up paper and a pen.
Elastic bands across the pages
Held the pen in place.
With more than twenty pages done,
Not once did she erase.
Her son paid her a visit
And she proudly showed her prize.
He had to break the news, which had
Been hidden from her eyes.
The pages had no writing;
They were blank, ‘cause here’s the kink –
The whole time she’d been writing,
Her poor pen was out of ink!
The local police, forensic branch,
Jumped in and took the case.
The paper’s indentations gave them
Clues they could embrace.
Before too long they did restore
The writer’s missing plot.
She’s back to writing, hoping that
Her novel has a shot.
However, now a volunteer
Types all she has in store.
This writer’s words are out there
And invisible no more!
As winter creeps upon us
darkness caves in on us easily;
Why in haste like Mary in the gospel?
to break the news about the promise foretold.
A source of joy, a defining experience,
that makes us whole again;
with the Word made flesh
Incarnation, the mystery of God’s love
keeps us focused on
who we are for Christ.
restored and loved
as eternity gets in to history.
It’s a celebration of faith
replete with hope and gratitude
Oh Lord, our Savior
we thank you, indeed.
gracias de corazon!
Forgive me for not coming up to see you my dear.
I do not want you to see me as I now appear.
Out of pure necessity, I have to cover my head.
You may have a heart attack, and drop dead.
I gave those experiments I’ve been conducting another try.
However, something happened and it all went awry.
While I was inside the chamber, there was also a fly.
For knowledge of this experiment, there is only one other.
Please break the news gently to my brother.
I am now a hideous creature I do not want you to see.
No matter what it takes, bring that fly back to me.
It is important that somebody catch that fly right away.
If it dies, in this terrible state I will stay.
Based on the 1958 film “The Fly”
Hey Betty, remember when you said
not if I were the last dinosaur left on earth
Well, I hate to break the news…
it looks like it’s just you and me baby
Nice night, beautiful sky anit it
That’s right come to daddy
Ya- ba, da- ba, doooo !!!
Prehistoric Pals
Contest Judged: 4/26/2011
Sponsored by: Robb A. Kopp
Placed 2nd
That sudden insecurity that comes hand in hand with your silence,
That ever familiar silence,
The silence of you thinking of the easiest way to let me down...
And break my heart...
Again.
I think the marks I bare of last times disappointment,
Has made you more cautious of the way you break the news to me,
The news that you do not love me back.
Others may love me and I love them,
But you will ALWAYS be the one for me.
You will ALWAYS be the one that my heart belongs to,
You will ALWAYS be the one that can make me smile with one touch,
You will ALWAYS be the one that make me crumble with one word.
You cast a spell on me,
Now I cannot stop loving you,
I’ve tried and tried but one way or another I always end up wishing you were mine.
Coming home from work, And receiving a call from mom,
I have some bad news she said, I'm sorry, but Darcy's gone.
Tears fill my eyes, and I don't know what to say,
I have to break the news to our daughter,
That her daddy was taken away.
he took his own life, for what reason we do not know,
left us with wonder, and sorrow in our soul,
I know he's looking back, seeing the pain that he caused,
we know he's deeply sorry, But he felt he was lost.
If only he turned to the ones that loved him best,
We wouldn't be here today, laying him down to rest.
It's hard to know what to say, to our daughter he never met,
All I can do is tell her he loved her,
And tell her stories about him that she shall never forget.
As I watch her meet her daddy for the very first time today,
Its the saddest thing i ever witnessed,
My heart was blown away.
I don't have the power, to take away her pain,
I only have the strength, to help her up again.
To My Daughter Destiny I love you and your daddy lives on every day through you.
LOVE MOM
A PERSON WHO SEEMS SO SAD
MUST HAVE BEEN HURT VERY BAD
THE PERSON WHO CAUSED YOU THIS PAIN
SURELY MUST KNOW THEY'RE TO BLAME
I ONLY HOPE THAT YOU'LL SEE
UNHAPPY YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE
LET GO OF THE PAST
MOVE ON REALLY FAST
BREAK THE GRIPPING HOLD
THAT'S MAKING YOUR HEART COLD
SOON THE OTHER WILL KNOW
THAT YOU HAVE LET GO
THEY'LL WONDER HOW
YOU'RE LIFE COULD BE BETTER NOW
AND YOU WILL FINALLY SAY
I DO NOT NEED YOU TODAY
LET THEM BE THE ONE TO LOSE
WHEN YOU FINALLY BREAK THE NEWS
THAT YOU CAN MOVE ON
THAT YOU ARE THAT STRONG!
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