During the famous Des Moines rumble
Sixteen boys landed in a giant jumble
No one bragged for they were horribly humble
Soccer ball was lost in this mad fumble
Categories:
des, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Monorhyme
Despite the lectures
we sought one another
love her like a sister
she loves me like a brother
I left the table gathering
bits of conversation
chatting with others
I learned she wished to marry
we joked about our status
and smiled when we spoke
of us together
She hunched me with her elbow
and told me a kiss change me
ever since then we were together
she really makes me happy
night swallows the light of day
under the glaring moon
hazy humid summers
a evening dinner in june
we wished to marry
on Valentine
on a cold frosty day
but the baby was due in
august
the moment carried us away
Categories:
des, music,
Form: Ballad
Des Nuits d'Amour
A fine tablecloth, Lenox china,
sterling dinner ware.
Tall, elegant candles in shiny
golden candelabras.
Un chantes, d' amour fill the
starry night that I can smell in your
heavenly hair.
The songs of Piaf and Aznavour
soften me, caught in this love-lair.
Massages and sultry kisses.
A sink full of unwashed dishes.
It's time we dance, mon trevor!
Blow out the candles and close the
doors!
So that, we can, in sweet silence,
become one with the stars.
Simply, gorgeous you and I!
In overwhelming desire,
to quench our insatiability.
Those glorious moments of fulfilling
our hearts' utmost desires.
05/01/2023
Categories:
des, love,
Form: Rhyme
The spirit of Robin is well in France
2023 his ethos advanced
The middle managenent break ranks
In suppirt of freedom for people in France
Free power supplied to homes and schools
Buisnesses hospitals spared daconian rules
The goverments farce is now under lambast
Reason has ignited in the mindset of France
Robin des bois, they play your game.'
People before profit thats purely sane
We can have both..' who says otherwise
Do we a want billions? And much genocide?
Many minds can figure, solutions and ways.'
Stand walk; march, improvise i hear France say.'
Categories:
des, appreciation, caregiving, change, community,
Form: Rhyme
Warren Buffett invests in oil
Bringing Climate Change to a boil
Earning profit is fair
Warren wants his fair share
And oil under soil will not spoil!
Categories:
des, america,
Form: Limerick
L'encre à Dieu
Bonne fête grand-maman
On s'est connue sans sacheant
Royaume formidable
Pas croyable
La beauté
Vous le sacher
La prommenade à pied
Bon Dieu à nos côtés
Notre monde ici
C'est un paradis
Merci
Categories:
des, blessing, father, god, grandmother,
Form: Rhyme
There was a shy man from Des Moines
Experience-less but with coin
Dragged to a whore house
He said to her blouse
Watch out Ma’am, your bloomers are showing.
Categories:
des, humorous,
Form: Limerick
Interstate 80 Des Moines Iowa January of 1981
I was driving a new red Mustang with T-tops
I felt sizzling hot
Everyone ahead of me was inching along
What is wrong with all these OLD people?
I raced around them
I had never heard of black ice
And now I was its victim.
My Mustang flew off Interstate 80
I was upside down, ready to land on my T-tops
I yelled “GOD! HELP ME!”
a giant hand came down from the sky and flipped me before I landed
WHOOSH! I landed in a snow bank.
Snow flew up past the windows on all sides.
A guy in a suit began walking down the sixty- foot embankment to me.
His coat and suit were snow-logged.
I got into his car. He said “Lady, what did you do with that car?”
He told me he used to work in the pit crew of the Indianapolis 500
and I should have landed on my top. There is no way a car can do that.
And yet it did.
Categories:
des, winter,
Form: Narrative
I was terrified of a Des Moines move
To me this was a big city
I was from a town of three thousand
I did not think people would neighbor there
I had been to New York City once
During the garbage strike
Rats were all over the streets
with their hideously ugly pink tails
And their ugly butt holes
I thought I was going to be moving to a smelly unfriendly place
Being a small-town girl, I had no idea
That a bigger town is just a lot of neighborhoods
Where people neighbor with each other,
just like in small towns.
It was a tremendous relief.
And there was no garbage strike.
Categories:
des, city,
Form: Free verse
Sweat down my back
Smelly glands.
My energy gone
Cannot remember feeling comfortable
Des Moines in August
Categories:
des, summer,
Form: Light Verse
i am
sure she
sees beauty
in my beast
as i
see her
bestiality
in my beauty
but for both
we are animals
of the human kind
insanely not humane
she has
a camel toe
and i have a
cocteau
Categories:
des, muse,
Form: I do not know?
A fine tablecloth, Lenox china,
sterling dinner ware.
Tall, elegant candles in shiny
golden candelabras.
Un chantes, d' amour fill the
starry night that I can smell in your
heavenly hair.
The songs of Piaf and Aznavour
soften me, caught in this love-lair.
Massages and sultry kisses.
A sink full of unwashed dishes.
It's time we dance, mon trevor!
Blow out the candles and close the
doors!
So that, we can, in sweet silence,
become one with the stars.
Simply, gorgeous you and I!
In overwhelming desire,
to quench our insatiability.
Those glorious moments of fulfilling
our hearts' utmost desires.
July 19, 2019
6:30pm PST
Categories:
des, love, relationship, remembrance day,
Form: Free verse
I think there should be a “droit des gens” concerning
stealing children from desperate poor people seeking asylum
locking them in cages, raping them, and losing them.
What is next? a reimplementation of “droit du seigneur?”
less farfetched now than ever before.
Droit des gens: French for International Law
Droit du seigneur: French for the right of the acting czar to bed
virgins of his country the night before their weddings.
Categories:
des, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Political Verse
DES MOTS D’AMOUR ( W0RDS OF LOVE )
Pour mon Mari, (For my husband)
Voues ettes, mon cheri, mon amour
Mon l’homme que Je t’aime et je t’adore!
You are my dear, my love
My man I love you and I adore you
Votre femme" means "your wife" in French
Jennifer
Categories:
des, husband, love, wife,
Form: Prose
You are moving to a big city?
You will be murdered before you get out of your car
Thugs will take your purse and use your I-phone
Rapists will break in at night and maybe kill you
What big city is it?
Des Moines
Oh, man, I have heard of that one
I will be sending you prayers.
They have the Iowa State Fair there. True.
They have a cultural center, and an art center.
No way!
They have lots of pretty neighborhoods with large lawns
And oak trees and it looks pretty safe.
I will call my cousin and get back to you.
She has lived in Des Moines for fifty years.
So it is not so bad?
Oh, no. According to her, it is awful!
Do you want me to give her your cell phone number?
No.
Categories:
des, 6th grade, 7th grade,
Form: Dramatic Verse
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