I was given two options
to follow two different armrests, outstretched.
One was a famous twist in ecstasy
Except anything in driver seat.
The other was a befuddled theatrical pedagogy
Whence the aviation was having a heart attack!
I looked inwardly and opted the third one
After all this is a mere gift!
"Runway zero eight!"
You simply recite through the gothic stories
and pray for a painless appendix.
A better idea would be to refer
not "The Holiday Inn" but "Ben-Hur"
God proposed the outlier there, in pain
If not in vain!
8:45 AM
9-4-2024
austere chapel held up with clout of Aaron and Hur fidelity
Once I purchased a book about
Total Recall
It might be of
Re-cap-i–tulation
Rum-i-nation
Or glorious immigrant stories….
But I failed to reach even
a library spot…
Too high a ladder.
Your ablution will falsify
Your ebb and flood tides
In Between, O Bed-Win!
In MS-DOS!
Hodge Podge!
Just Because!
Reading
is a nutmeg , seals
ap-Pen-Di-x
It sits in Perth-e-Non
For no good reason, hypertension.
And I silenced the speaker
TBD Key note narrator.
To-get-her
In the kingdom of ladies’ purses
Courses, topics and item songs too.
Never found a Trace lagos
Other than the fact that
He, too is a fire-fighter
Who was a gifted
“The God of small things.”
Passed souls. Pious. Tranquil eyes.
O! I adore ex-IT!
Just because
Ed-it-Ed
Is in void.
Voided.
Ban-n-ed
In Banff.
Muslim clerics
Said
Supposedly
C0-ED
As If
Maw
In
Maw-Rita-nia
In Mahmoud Darwish’s life, Jaded.
Glory in Faded, dim-lit stone, enlighten-ed!
Anyone? Someone?
Ahoy mates!
Savior?
Reverie? Ben-Hur?
Is there anyone alive out there?
Can anyone hear me?
From The Desk of.......Missouri Mentez Waffo
Crowned Steppingstone Champion Five times
Missouri Trophy Tournament Makes Contender Number One
Contender in Three different leagues and
Makes the Winner Current and defending
Missouri Champion: Tournament pending
upon the current Position of the Trophy Holder
Miffle snizzle gupper shran! Dizzle Nezzle swooper swant! Yeah ? Yeah? gulper Sayez super swoop! Alto, samples shoe heel top. She-it, gals be blowing rounds, tickling there fanasies and getting down. Dop, dop, ah Rump-it Dah dootle Ramfut, Ah dopple, dopple swoop and foole!Candy coat my tootle flav, and make my hips swoggle swoop! Sooth the edges Baby. The feather in my hat takes flight, and my woman aint acting right. These wonez like me. Baby, baby can't this be. I know I'm in love! Tilt Did hur thang Wiff Bouis! Reedmember? A guitar Man iz hard to find. And a Desent Chello keeps everythang Mellow. Swoop the top, and and glop, lay-it down on top. Get that suppa ready Baby, hubbies coming Home!
Below are 14 footles, separate and distinct, with their own titles in bold font. A footle fest!
Sympathetic
Ben-Hur
Been her
Paving the Way
Guitar
Get tar
Muliebral Outlook
Female
Email
Origin
Sin's source
Seine's source
Borgana Interior
Driver
Dry fur
RN A Cappella
Nursing
Nurse sing
Comic Vowel
Funny
Fun "E"
Blarney Stone
Irish
I wish
Out of Time
Stopwatch
Stopped watch
Head to Toe
Dress you
Dress shoe
Canyon Carnival
Engorge
In gorge
Castle Restoration
Remote
Re-moat
Insomnia
Coffee
Cough fee
Beautiful
Sorry
Sari
2/8/2020
Poetry form: Footle -Just a reminder, a footle is a 2 line, 2 syllable trochaiac monometer poem with an integral title suitable for light, witty, pertinent, topical verse. To make it more fun, I also try to have the second line have a similar sound as the first line.
So there! Now you know.
A chat show presenter from Preston
Had a peculiar guest on
He came on a cart
With a shield o'er his heart
And said that his name's Charlton Heston
In '59 the world was fine.
in yellow, childlike summertime.
There was Charlton Heston, being" Ben Hur"
Fidel Castro's ferocious slur.
brand new '59 Ford Galaxies
people on trains going "North by Northwest"
a man wanting to marry a man cause" Some Like it Hot"
and wars were cold.
Killers were crazy, caught and hanged,
and the greatest hairdo was a ponytail and bang.
There was family TV, family meal and family car.
Refrigerators powered big buxom doors,
and the ice cream man cometh
the gasman, milkman and doctor.
Born were Boeing 707's, Barbie Dolls and colorized "Bonanza"
as the 60's danced on the shoulders of this golden era,
all bliss and pink paradise
visions, visions, of cat eye marbles and jacks left to keep
of snow-cones, bicycles, hula hoops
mellowing into a silver decade
no pain, no American tears
pure trust.
Until their blood
splattered on us.
7/6/18
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 21'
11/27/2022
Sponsored by: Mark Toney
prince Judah Ben-Hur
heart-stopping chariot race. . .
a tale of the Christ
Copyright © 2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Published 2018 in "Hollywood Haiku" via wattpad.com
Just my mother tryin for
anothur moment of agonised , blisful but
nevurending hapiness, sharin with no one hur
uninterupting joy until my overly large but othurwise
average head appears and the docter says, "anothur
regular ordinary baby, happy new
year I'm sory, what did you say his name was"
08/13/2015
been thur this
my feeling exist
can't let go
can't take any more
no matter how I try
still treated like dirt
HUR TO MANY TIMES TO
CRY
so you go up to the thick armoured glass
and give up the next hour to questions
which wind around your throat like a
moat
"are you or have you ever been", and your
pants,twin towers of Babel,keep you standing
like the towers that demolished hope
for so many...and the face looks at you
but with no eyes
and his pen drags you along like Ben Hur
and leaves a blood trail in the section titled
"prisoner's comments"...and he tries to trip
you up with the bible or another lie
and it's all OK...until they call your name
Wur in RE an the nuns are gien
oot sweeties, fur getting the kweschins right.
Three oota three, then she’s askin mae who Jesus’ mither is.
‘Ah doan’t know sista,’ ah tell hur.
She isnae happy an tells mae tae hink aboot it. So ah dae
an ah wurk oot Jesus wis god. It wis a trick kweschin,
‘he didnae hiv ah mither.’ Ma
sweet stoats aff the side ae ma heid.
She’s spittin in ma coupon fur a name, an
diggin hur digits in ma neck.
‘Ah doan’t know who Jesus’ friggin mither wis!’
Miraculously ah float tae the front ae the cless. Ma haun’s oot,
bit ah doan’t hink shill hit mae wae that big stick. Thwack!
Ah look doon it the bloody gash through ma puddlin
eyes, ‘yoo’ve broke ma haun’ ah croak,
then turn roon an boak.
In 1925 the birth of the King of the Underwood came forth
and some 21 years later, he would grace us with his wisdom
as well as his politics, quotes, manuscripts, short stories and then deliver to us Ben Hur
and Lincoln. His name was Gore Vidal and today he still "is".
I picture him typing on his Underwood in his various villas (of which he had many)
writing his own manuscripts chiefly because he despised, like most writers, interruptions
unless it were as he said, " to have sex or a television appearance, both of which he lauded.
Today Vidal leaves us with, " We are permanently the United States of Amnesia. We learn nothing because we remember nothing."
The day was hot as red rose sunny
We gathered eggs from holes like a bunny
Down to the grocer’s store we went
Sold our eggs funds on candies spent
With grandma abed off comes the coat
On goes the sneakers shaped like a boat
Big brother goes racing up to the gate
The youngest trying to be quiet shout wait
Round the corner comes the show truck
Reels of movies in boxes securely tuck
Hercules Ben Hur High Noon Dracula and such
We saw them o’er and o’er he hadn’t much
Big brother hops on the truck going up the hill
The youngest and I ran behind we know the drill
Hopping onto trucks is a skill perfected by boys
We girls had to be content playing with toys
Inside the show house the movie starts
Everyone must hear our throbbing hearts
Written Sept. 8 2012
For Craig's contest: Summer Fun
prince of downtrodden
the carpenter saved your life
when you were thirsty
faraway consul
made your life a living hell
but you saved his life
the chariot race
you beat your adversary
you could not save him
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