My bones are weakening,
they have carried this manly man
through heaven and hell and back again.
I’ve always chased women,
and on too few occasions
have actually caught them.
Now, here in my down-hill
race against time, I’m
beginning to get in touch
with my female side.
I cry over grandchildren and
sad dog tales.
My inner woman has emerged,
and she is a pretty pissed at me;
she resents being mostly ignored
for so many years.
I imagine buying her flowers,
and reading Sylvia Plath together
while I dab our eyes,
or maybe watch a chick flic
like ‘Love Actually’.
I did, I watched it, but alas
fell asleep – of course
she had to keep waking me up.
I shouldn’t complain,
she has stayed with me now
through thick and thicker,
and I love her, in my
very manly way.
Categories:
flic, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Bring it!
Oooh yeah baby,
Kick and swing it!
swirl, sway,
just admit it
Sing it!
Let it go loudly
Dance and wing it!
move, groove,
just feel it
Dig it!
Tap your dance
Stamp and hit it!
Flic-flac
Just slam it
Throw it!
High as you can
Toss and flip it!
Tip-top
Just do it
One more time,
Encore it
Dance and play
For it's a big hit
Feel it
Love it
Share it
Live it!
***
Augustus 3, 2017
Copyright © Chris Green and Darren White
Categories:
flic, dance, fun,
Form: Rhyme
Debbie Guzzi
Contest Name
For Love of Language
Cricket-Rounders
A new bloodsport in the town,
We call it Cricket-Rounders,
The bowler runs up to the pitch, (22 yard run)
And the bouncer surely crowds ya, (rising ball gets ya)
A cricket ball as hard as iron,
At a hundred miles an hour,
If it gets you in the head,
On ya grave we put the flowers,
So ya better wear head protectors,
Good gloves upon ya hands , (broke fingers)
Borrow Joel Garner from the West Indies yes, (world champ bowler, cricket)
He’d bowl ya outa the grand stand.
When ya run tween the bases, keep ya eyes upon the flic,
The ball is coming to knock ya down , with bruises bloody quick, (knock down yer out)
If ya hit the ball over the fence it’s a bloody six,
And to the boundary only four, so eat your weety bix, (3 strikes yer out)
11 men a side till they’re bowled or caught/knocked out,
Bruises are good for heroes, yes no bloody doubt,
A world wide game it is to be, a war on the field of battle,
Don’t forget to duck your head for sure,
Or yer brain might start to rattle…
Cricket bat or baseball bat for the batter. … Pad up…
Don Johnson invention 3-nov-11
Categories:
flic, adventure,
Form: Ballad
Like a scene
from
an old sci-fi flic
Planers loom before our eyes
Some with rings
Some hot and red
We know that we
are but
a small part of the
universe
But we still dare
to raise our small flags
bravely
In the cosmic wind
There are planets looming
before us
We watch and hope
that their inhabitants
are from an ancient
civilization
Far kinder than
our own
Categories:
flic, science fiction
Form: Free verse