Epaulets of schmaltzy eyes set to be so loose
Given a glass of rosewater, its perfect booze!
This cattish damsel in the planetary alignment of swank
Regularly chichi, sometimes bltchy
Never mind, always kind, two-up for a Blanc.
A scene isn’t required in this oratorio of vigorous clap,
Attend our burlesque all graceful, with a strap,
Ready for a striptease of the intellect
In the house of opaque ornaments and frill
No defence, for I've come to kneel
Before the throne thrown a bone
And over it like a dog I bog-in
Committing - a sin after sin.
Where to stop, when to cop?
Though if it is dead when all is said
In the endless abyss of frenzy and tears
I command the battle of no fears
Until the end of Act 1
Stay put, it’s not done!
You’ve moved, you’ve improved
It’s time! It’s time!
Some lives seem predestined -
etched with stellar grandeur
upon the crystal cradle of the universe
where solar winds sigh but a lullaby
and infinity is but an inheritance
whilst fortunes of the fortunate
are foretold and beheld in rococo charm
their dreams and heirlooms
and the laughter of charmed spirits
hung aloft on posh points
of pompous stars in chichi constellations —
as if so many hats
hung on the rack down the hall
Susan Ashley
July 2, 2019
~ Fourth Place ~
Premiere Contest: The Universe Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
Merry Go
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
AAAY..
It is the pluck of dawn
In full mettle moxie
Morning is examined
YAAY..
I am afresh and wake up
I am breathing again
Ready stable and able
Bouncing and determined
First eat is the porridge on the table
Aay say I beautiful day
Yay sunrise has been created
Morning Santos
My soccer mad hound
Chase your ball or
Fetch a bone all day
Morning Sirbastian
Mine attitude cat
So fat and stubborn
He has 14 lives and
Best survival skills
Morning Cracker
Our patriot parrot and
All feather faithful friend
Greatest home patriot.
Rev up your symphony and sing
I am ready and fresh
Feeling chichi also razor sharp
On the way to the door
Spot the handle
Can't wait to grab it open
To see the crispy sea city
It is yellow and gold not filthy
A lusty lively fresh braggy breeze
Is felt in the nose
No hold me back
Pajamas and all
Ready for my playmate Earth
Let's play.
Gangster Comedy
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
Shooty shooty bang bang ####
Dark alley
" siete sulla mia terra ? ..
* o ouais vous êtes une star .. bastard !
" andando a saltare in su Frenchie
* Oh yeah !! pas cher vienna
" ok lungo naso barboncino francese!
Shooty shooty bang bang ####
* hey tête de salami attendre une minute s'il vous plaît
" perché è questo frenchy ??
* comment vous connaissez mon nez est long?
" si sporge da un angolo!
" È per questo che so che sei qui Frenchy
* ah merci Mr patate! ne vous dérange si je tire maintenant?
" Vi do il piacere ..
* Je vous remercie
Shooty shooty bang bang ##
" hi Frenchy possiamo gangster in inglese si prega ?
£ Good evening ol chap ...
lovely alley to shootout..
dont you think?
£ Just marvelous old boy..
How is Agnes and the kids ..?
£ Bloodygood bloody good My Lord !
£ Ay i fancy that ... A i fancy .
£ Good night then me' lord
€ And a jolly good night to you Baron ..
Halt! Wer geht dahin !
Choochi chichi pookie boo!!
Choochi chichi pookie boo!!!
€The wives are callin us for diner Baron
Zorro ..
Yo sólo soy un francotirador español..
EXPATRIATE…
(Apropos Soon Come)
Heard the chichi budo singing
in the banana walk; heard
the burro braying; and
the mongoose roaming the coop;
smelled the aroma of roast breadfruit,
ackee and salt fish; and
felt the icy cold air tease
the warmness of my body.
Then came the off-beat
pitter patter of raindrops falling
on the roof top, drowning away the dream:
washing me back to the shore of this distant reality.
Self imposed exile rivals
only that of being a refugee;
the thought eased by employment
of the more dignified term---expatriate.
Mocking Odysseus, we wander
the haphazard journey; sadly seeking
stolen ways back to the womb of our beginnings.
Digging deep down into the sacred screaming soul
of myself, I pray and implore almighty Jah---
mek mi not become a of Sisyphus:
Jesus, mi’a crave ‘ome.
Of chorus lines puppet strings voodoo dolls as clown parades....
White cheeks dimpled smiles black ties affairs with, chichi crowns ?
Gladiators vying for world supremacy whileas muppets generals their
Daughters sip upon brandy to alleviate numb the truth in father's legacy.
In the valley of the snakes
Where Jah arrows fly
Over the fiery lakes
Tongues writhing with lies
Keep dancing with the shadow
Of the Almighty on high
On the road strait and narrow
He'll dry all tears from the I
Chorus
For the music is message music
Whether any will hear or forbear
For the music is message music
Breaking chains, lifting burdens here
And song will tell who is wrong and who is right
For the music is the message of guidance and light
Weep no more, Shaba, weep not
Fire on chichi, star,
Fire 'pon the wicked that plot
Fire at judgment bar
Tell the preachers spare the child
Tell the carnal, leave it
Man with man, nature defiled
Tell them, walk above it.
You must know, the truth set Buju free
To sing truth again
Daniel going back to Galilee
Jesus, take their fallen chain
Chi chi is now for you to weep
Your dumb conspiracy
For you sow you going to reap
Reggae is Jah's legacy