My Dream Date Over A Moonflower
She be a Toyota amongst Ferraris
Nondescript, simple, garden variety
A book with a plain cover
Yet with pages that intrigue
Pages that enlighten
And raises my eyebrows
And especially
A book that I can't put down
And want to read over and over
Unlike others
She'd take life slow
Definitely in moderation
Definitely with an eye on spiritual riches
Instead of materialistic gains
I see her heart skipping with joy
On slow walks around the park
Or taking a swim in the ocean
With both our eyes and hearts in harmony
And filled with laughter and warmth
Her eyes would say
"Let's Go Places"
... Some others would want a fairytale
Rome, Paris, London
Perhaps a candle light dinner under the moon
With romantic music in the background
But I would be happy finding that special one
That's swells with taking in a Chinese restaurant
In the slowest part of town
... sharing a moon flower soup
1/25/23
My Dream Date Poetry Contest
Sponsor-Anoucheka Gangabissoon
More of this, more of that
Fifty dogs, a hundred cats
Never satisfied, never enough
A card sharp, called million-dollar bluffs
Porsches, Ferraris, Lamborghinis galore
Never enough, needed far more
Penthouse in Manhattan, two in L.A.
Resorts in Palm Springs and Montego Bay
Trumped the tallest towers
Built a castle reached the sky
Clouds laughed, then raced to form
a simple question ~ W H Y?
Rapacious greed
avarice's creed
voracious appetite
devours every bite
Never enough silver
craves ever more gold
his insatiable lust
never grows old
Rolls-Royce, Lamborghini
Porsche, five Ferraris
Cadillacs and BMW's
beneath him ~ sorry
Charges usurious rent
hoards every last cent
on his family tree
a branch diseased and bent
June 09, 2021
$ Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco
Drag racing is fun my pushy neighbor said, pleading.
I did not dare go, myself always caught speeding.
I could picture myself in one of those bashed up cars.
Smashed up and injured, later maybe behind jail bars.
She coaxed and persuaded, and took me any way.
Watching three red Ferraris wreck kind of made my day.
I have no idea why, but this wild drag racing madness is fun.
Please tell me why you think this is if you ever go to one.
There's certainly a wide-ranging variety of different cars
From the Model T to the Tesla -- no longer wildly popular
People want choices to match their lifestyles and moods
Manufacturers want trustworthy cars that can 'deliver the goods'
Reliable rides -- solid, unspectacular engines under their hoods
Rich sports stars tend to go for muscle cars and speed
Jaguars, Porsches, Ferraris; Dodges, Pontiacs, and AMCs
Famous celebrities, of course, crave the ultimate in luxury
Rolls Royces, Mercedes, Lincoln Town Cars, and Bentleys
Nerds and computer geeks worship the ways of the Japanese
They drool over Hondas, Toyotas, Mazdas, even Mitsubishis
Which brings us to the environmentalists, willing to pay a bit more
For hybrids, electric cars, even ones that run on cooking oil and Indian lore
But I've saved the final two lines for a new car so incredibly smart
That without any driver, it appeals to cutting-edge intellectuals
~ and fearless hearts
I need to ride
In those Ferraris
(Like they do)
And feel proud
Of my efforts
(Yeah, to...)
But I see
The possibility
Is getting slimmer by the day
Politics is aLl thAt dooms my future
They are fighting as to determine who rules
But I see they all have nothing
That is in their heads
Say, they are fools
They say they do big deals
They call themselves big bosses But they are big losses
Because they bar our ways to success!
(Mad at them)
God's willing we shall strive
May we never lose our drive
You cry, I cry, we all cry
But then again sometimes we smile
God's willing very soon it shall rain
Torrents of blessings, oh! We're tired of just dews
We shall occupy flamboyant terrains
Brace yourself, I see us standing on higher plateaux
God's willing all your seeds shall grow
Though u shall only reap what you sow
Some call it a bluff; it's a truth we all know
You only escape if next winter produces pink snow
God's willing we shall marry before our thirties
At forty, rich enough to buy Bentleys and Ferraris
Haha, hey you! I clearly caught you smiling
Make sure u also go out and do some planting
You just put in some work, trust God and avoid envy
The future is bright I need not go philosophical like Ghandi
Our tomorrow shall definitely taste like juice and brandy
Gods willing... Oh! Deo Volente!
I have sacrificed thousands of lives,
to allow a new constitution in the country.
Many people hate me,
calling me old, slow and foolish. So surprised
I am that the fool I am, have a following
of doctors, engineers and architects.
I have managed to make a fool out of the government,
to allow me to build my own palace,
and buy a dozen Ferraris,
with the help of public kitty.
I grew up knowing money as a god
who received sacrifice in form of family, trust,
love and happiness.
It's a matter of time before blood flows from the rivers
of our ancestors, to the gate of my palace.
My friends and enemies will call me "President!"
The Soup kitchen's queue are in line .
The economy , banjaxed and dyin' .
When Lehmans went bust
The bankers just cussed
So now , " Buddy who can spare a dime " ?.
I called up my banker , by chance .
With an invite to the " Poor Peoples " dance .
He came dressed in rags
With two plastic bags
And the ass missing , from his old pants .
No Ferraris or Mercs to be seen .
For between us , we hadn't a bean .
The soup it was cold
And the bread , it had mould
And Seamus the Chef , was a " Queen " .
The dessert trolly started to shake .
Baked Alaskas were fried like a steak .
Amid all the wailin'
In strolled Sarah Palin
" Vote me in and I'll give you a break " .
I awoke in a lather of sweat
At the characters I had just met .
With a sad sorry weep
I went straight to sleep.
"Snore it off , Seán , that's as good as 'twill get .
Perspired by Carolyn's , Limerick contest ....
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