Let's play with new things, catching a new approach,
I am happy with bringing new things into the next epoch,
Constructing a method by defining each step as its own coach,
Sitting on its own as a key step because I am doing research.
I am an inventor, I am a researcher, I am a philosopher, I am an innovator,
Converting the knowledge from one to another because I am a converter,
I set the goal to reach the final destination and continue as a path setter,
Moving with no mistakes, no fear, with belief in myself because I am a creator.
My mom calls me her little Merlin cat;
because I do some fun tricks and magic;
like when I hid inside the bed box spring
jumping out with a loud "MEOW"_
She thought I disappeared,
but, I had just fallen asleep for hours !
Once, I called 911 on her cell;
so imagine her shock when they arrived;
don't think they believed that "the cat did it"
because, well I had disappeared_
I like to watch TV,
hiding the converter- oh, so angry !
I read the newspaper she likes to say;
but the truth is I like how it crunches;
I touch buttons on the computer keys
and I purr as she swears loudly_
Often, I drink her tea,
rest in cupboards leaping when she opens !
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October 06, 2022
Poetry/Verse/Merlin The Magic Cat
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1492-746-06
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Photography by Poet
Written for the Premiere contest, Merlin The Magic Cat
sponsor, Mystic Rose, Rose, Judged 10/22/2022
Second Place
Sweet water
Turning bitter
At the meter
Is it a meter
Or a converter?
To flow cash
Turning taps!
Physical glow of a queen with the account of a peasant
maintaining the countenance that will make men arise
against a few disapprovals, she manages the crack
a self acclaimed socialite with an office built with nothing
smart phone, the converter of her fantasy to reality
with contracts making way through a chat or a dial
electrical and anatomical devices, her means of survival
a constant traveler in need of her own private boeing
events are graced, lashing out “let them say”
all the blessings of life are peaked when fake
then the few tasty meals must be exaggerated
snapshots top her chart of precious stones
God, sometimes dragged into the show to be a partner
an empire so large to the mind, but very small to the eyes
she manages for the interest of her curious fans.
Dust clings to my suit caught
by wafts of imagined vapor,
until I drag, drag, down
the dunes and depressions.
The cold a new arm of guidance.
I’m supposed to be warm,
wadded in comfort lining
but cold, cold, makes me old.
While I wander, sucking my last
breaths of precious oxygen.
I lost my converter, where are you?
Lost my ride, my partner, you-o-you?
Lost my every present guide
on far off Earth, while I rustle
unable to cash in on cattle,
unable to renounce life.
Dingy, dinghy, dazed, and all done.
You got me. Bring me home.
And then the hey-yoouuuu, yodel
somewhere near, hail me, hallelujah!
Bula
Fica para sempre:
todos os dias da semana,
inclusive as segundas feiras
têm direito a converter-se em manhãs de domingo.
Fica para sempre:
Nas segundas feiras
E qualquer dia
marcharemos todos pela vida verdadeira.
Para sempre
a partir deste instante,
haverá flores em todas as janelas,
com direito
a abrir-se até na sombra!
E assim será
Todos os dias
De agora em diante
Para sempre a sempre!
— Лу, Ты хорошо
говоришь по-русски? — Нет,
плохо, Иренa.
Russian-to-English translation:
"Lou, do you speak Russian well?" "No, poorly, Irena."
Literally:
"Lou, you well
speak (in) Russian?" "No,
poorly, Irena."
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I was selfish and had to horde the Lord;
Because He was all that I could afford
Poems from Him started to write each day
For perfect relation with him paved the way.
But after a while too I must have to be realizing
Results of much of my speech is sermonizing
And I have become an Episcopalian researcher
Our priest is a Catholic and catalytic converter.
Hope some of you understand what I am saying
By, all games have rules you must be playing
Even tough at times Priest I am often teasing
I could bend myself over and be more pleasing.
Sound familiar?
Jim Horn
Member of St. James Episcopal
Board of Vestry and major
pain in the neck.
(sometimes poetry has to express itself in the simplicity of your heart. i term this type of poem as bedroom poetry. you don't need to be Byron or Shelly just a man with the woman he loves. your poem has to be as gentle as a KISS, keep it simple, Stupid!!)
i love you
not because you have special talents
although you have many
not because you’re beautiful
though i know any artist
would be thrilled to display you on canvas
i love you
not because of your mild nature
you are gentle
or because you’re a genius
i do love listening to you speak
i love you
sometimes life will get the better of you
i expect you will make mistakes
you should know we all have a dark side
i will always be there with a light
the way you have been a beacon for me
i love you
dressed to the hilt for a night out
first thing in the morning after a bad night
when you agree with me
think I'm out in left field
when you hand me the converter
hide it in another country
i love you
unconditionally
happy you're with me
“I don't care what anybody says about me as long as it isn't true.” -Dorothy Parker
“Beauty is only skin deep, but ugly goes clean to the bone” -Dorothy Parker
Angels connecting
in real live
Thinking reflecting
and keeping us strive
'Say no to consensuality
that's your best quality
You've the audibility
so keep on your prosody'
Always on time
Mr/Miss/Ms/Mrs I'm...
'Shhhhhhh'
with an eye rhyme
"That heinous crime"
Jumping off the metrics
Holy sculls!
Writing isn't mathematics
Such as friendship
Do everything intensively on your trip
If you stumble in the footpath
It's just a turn on
High in raciness
No Life Span
In the wrath
I am You Sylvia Plath
Nightmares and Dreams
In your life
You were anarchical
one of a kind
my new heteronym
named Wolfed Golf
because is worth being Virginia Woolf
In my paintings: pastels oils pencils and markers Paranoia(s) converter(s)
In being a reporter
In my disorder
sometimes being dark and darker
I am you,
Mrs Dorothy Parker
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