The I.C.E. Capades
Fern refuses to thaw Minnesota's ICEy glades
While three million pages expunge during harsh raids
Leering predatory smiles
at redacted Epstein files
Evidence held, elite absolved, absurd charades!
Although its reviews mixed and complementary
It was more a confusing than tenet documentary
Immigrant Melania
shipped back to Slovenia?
Away from the creepster Trump penitentiary
masquerading under moonlight
a litany of muffled love disguised
dares not reach the heart it seeks
honorbound the laden breeze
is forced to find its way
to kiss the beloved's cheek
before a single tear has fallen
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on April 20, 2022 for contest A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
Worst time for a heart attack is playing Charades
Hope players don't think you're good at these escapades
Could mean certain death
Or at least extreme stress
Stress is preferred to death since the Crusades
He said “I love you” in the night
when all he truly meant was that
he longed to kiss and hold her tight.
She said “forever lets begin”
when hearing words he spoke to her
and then she willingly gave in.
Their passions flowed, he curled her toes
for fifteen minutes then without
pretense he up and donned his clothes.
She said “don’t go, please stay with me
you promised me your love” but
rudely he ignored her shameless plea.
He said to her “you’re quite a score,
and I’ve enjoyed your charms” as he
was quickly walking to the door.
She said “I think that I’ve been had,
been duped and used again by one
who’s nothing but a cunning cad.”
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These games with hearts are often played
by scoundrels just for thrill and sport
while leaving hopeful dreams dismayed.
And so to all the fair young maids
who long for lasting love, beware
of men who shrewdly play charades.
November 6, 2020
Sometimes, God plays Charades
And expects me to understand,
And I don’t.
But sometimes,
I get it!
(Or, do I?)
Is it pride that tells me that I understand?
Sometimes, I know I do…
But that’s not always!
Who gets it all the time, I wonder?
Probably a Saint!
Ah, well!
Charades is a game where one guesses
The favourite things that she blesses
A flower to see?
Simply pee on knee
And the hostess cleans up the messes?
Worst time for a heart attack is playing Charades
Hope players don't think you're good at these escapades
Could mean certain death
Or at least extreme stress
Stress is preferred to death since the Crusades
Worst time for a heart attack is while playing Charades
Just hope players don't think you're really good at these escapades
Could mean certain death
Or at least extreme stress
Stress is preferred to death since the Crusades
I had wanted to be good
But was short lived by the inevitable
I had wanted to fulfil plans
But was engrossed with the joy of unfulfillment;
And was caught up with the deadly messenger.
I had wanted to be give you all your desires
Giving you hopes on unrealistic things
Might be that's the only way you could learn
But the fearless messenger didn't allow it.
I had wanted to change the world for good
Giving them the lies they deserve
To help then rethink
But this stupid fellow didn't allow me
Cos all I was doing were in charades.
How could I have been so blind
The obvious showed in the obvious places
yet I chose to sit back
enjoy the show and ignore the signs
stay blind like a good little pet on a leash
All the answers to the endless questions
that never sub-sided
Every rumor I tried to uncover proved true
Almost a year to the date
It's been one long game of charades
and now I see I'm a loser for a reason
Russell the loser, nice to meet you
or pleasure to tease you
I guess I'll just try to pass the time
at least make a rhyme
instead of feeling like
chalk lines on the concrete, easy to erase
Memories I kept so close, feel like lies
and I, so easy to replace
guess the cycle has to repeat
Why can't I break the cycle
it's like the future of me
will end and cease
once fate seizes the enemy called me
or is just a stroke of luck
from my guardian angel
trying to do me a favor...
Taste touching thrill
Sense silence still
End echoes etch
Sign simple sketch
Prime pleasant pact
Toss troubling tact
Lift lasting looks
Bright blossoms book
Savour spring sun
Pick puzzling pun
Work weary wit
Freak fancy fits
Healing hurls hope
Real riches rope
Sculpt sensuous stay
Dress dreamy day
Prompt pretty poise
Charm curly choice
Free fickle fest
Query ***** quest
Live lasting laugh
Try tickle tough
Make mission move
Glitch gaining grooves
Dying day dreams
Set succinct scheme
Choice claims charades
Prize pains parade
Style steady smile
Word working wiles
Leon Enriquez
05 July 2015
Singapore
Our ove is a game of charades,
Silent but beaningful,
I motionto you my feelings,
Misunderstood by all but you,
"3 words, 1st word,"
Boasted beautifully,
i blink as profusely as,
My heart beats for you,
"Eye?"
Smoothly said,
"2nd Word,"
Closing my eyes,
I act as if spring ,
Waits for us,
Cuddled together as 1,
"Love?"
Passionately pronounced,
"3rd Word,"
Slowly,
I am uncle sam,
pointing directlty at you,
Smiling nervously...
" I love you too..."
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