J-eepneys
A-re
N-ation's
E-veryday
L-ife,
L-etting
E-ach
E-xpedition
S-atisfy
P-assengers
I-n
N-ormalcy
O-f
S-afe
A-dvancement
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Janelle Espinosa)
Joyful tunes begin to play,
All your friends are gathered near,
Now a brighter, brand new day,
Everyone you hold so dear,
Love and laughter, happy cheer,
Lots of wishes, just for you,
Enjoy your special day, it's true.
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Acrostic in Rhyme Royal (Birthday of Janelle Ermita-Ecal)
A shadow crossed the room
in the corner of my awareness
A cloud outside somewhere, probably,
but for an instant, I thought that motion was you.
Thoughts of you are casually intrusive.
Maybe you’d crawled into my luggage - and hidden.
There’s a complex birthday candle wish.
Desire owes no deference to logic
When I think of you, my tummy becomes warm satin and I know,
that in your hands, I could be boneless and lusciously obedient.
For a while, anyway.
I remember us at the beach, lounging in deep parasol shade,
how your tanned skin glistened with tiny beads of sweat
and your endless legs stretched out like a centerfold’s.
Or you pulling me up out of the pool, one-handed, effortlessly,
with enough force that I briefly flew, and how you’d gently guide me down.
“What are you doing?” I’m virtually slapped out of my erotic fantasy, by Lisa, who’s standing, exasperated, sandaled toes tapping, purse in hand.
“Daydreaming,” I answered weakly, as I jumped up to get myself ready.
Has it only been four days since I left you?
I already feel tragically underheld.
.
.
A song for this:
Ain't it a shame by The B-52s
Locked Inside by Janelle Monáe
Silk & Diamond, Kanye West,
Marcellus Wiley, Isiah Thomas,
Jason Whitlock, R C Maxwell,
Angela Staton King, Umar Johnson,
Paris Dennard, Darrell Scott,
Ben Carson, F Lee Francis,
Tammy Bruce, Mark Levin,
Jeremy Hunt, Charrise Lane,
Carol Swain, Felecia Killings,
Ben Shapiro, Tyrus,
Adam Carolla,
Kat Timpf, Winsome Sears,
Jennifer Ruth Green, David Webb,
Rob Smith, C J Jordan,
Bob Johnson, Vernon Jones,
Herschel Walker, Robert Maxwell,
Byron Donalds, Melik Abdul,
Paula White, Thomas Rodgers,
Raymond Jackson, Lawrence Jones,
Janelle King, Jessica Millan Patterson,
Jesse Lee Peterson, Karen Lake,
Randy Quaid and Jeff Sessions.
Have a blessed birthday, Janelle,
I've thought of penning a French verse;
I've yet to write a villanelle,
Great challenge it truly offers.
Topic: Birthday of Janelle E. Ecal (March 13)
J-ust
A-ppreciate
N-atal
E-xpression's
L-ines
L-etting
E-ssential
N-ame
A-pply
R-ight
D-edication's
O-pus
Topic: Birthday of Janelle S. Nardo (February 09)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
J-oyful
A-crostic
N-ote
E-mploys
L-ove
L-etter's
E-xpression
A-pplying
L-ikable
P-oem
A-bout
R-emembrance
Topic: Birthday of Janelle Alpar (January 25)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
I am a "friend of Bill"
hope you don't know that thrill
but if you do, trust me
Bill's the hardest friend I had lately
Bill doesn't take no duff
and doesn't take no lies
Bill sees right through you
before you even try
I was friends with Bob sometime
before I met with Bill
and Bob was quite the slob sometimes
but was really , really chill
Bob was happy stealing pills
and selling them to a mob
at the time; I thought to myself
"I really like this Bob"
but you see Bob he drug me down
so deep below the dirt
only my fingertips poking through the sand
if you got down close enough
you could grab me by the hand
and then someone did they pulled me out
another "Friend of Bill"
they offered me the big big book
instead of a tiny thrill
in my position
I thought hell, why not give it a try?
another foot of dirt on me
I'd suffocate and die
So Bill's my new best friend
and he's a friend to many
he could be a friend to you to
if you feel Bob's growing old on you
© Janelle Erin Elizabeth Peters 2020 all rights reserved
J-ust
A-ccept
N-atal
E-vent's
L-iterary
L-ines
E-agerly
E-xperiencing
C-omposer's
A-nnual
L-etter
Topic: Birthday of Janelle E. Ecal (March 13)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
J-oyful
A-uthor
N-icely
E-mploys
L-ovely
L-ines
E-xpressing
N-ote
A-bout
R-eader's
D-elightful
O-ccasion
Topic: Birthday of Janelle S. Nardo (February 09)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
J-ust
A-ppreciate
N-atal
E-xpression's
L-iterary
L-ines
E-njoying
A-uthor's
L-ovely
P-oem
A-bout
R-egards
Topic: Birthday of Janelle Alpar (January 25)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
J-oyful
A-ura
N-icely
E-xpresses
L-ovely
L-ife
E-njoying
E-very
C-ool
A-wesome
L-ine
Topic: Birthday of Janelle E. Ecal (March 13)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Sylvia is an earthly goddess;
who can resist her lovely eyes?
Wouldn't any guy be amazed by
her incredible personality?
Not everyone has the loveliness of Sylvia,
even the simplest word is sublime...
they listen and seem very excited;
nothing that comes out of her mouth is sad!
Who dares to compare herself to Sylvia?
I've seen many beauties, but she's divine!
Not all girls can be happy with what they have,
Sylvia has that perfect body men surely admire;
even her pretty eyes change from blue to violet...
when the Western sky turns completely scarlet!
Sylvia is an earthly goddess making guys
lose their minds and telling girlfriends lies;
can I lose mine and be unfaithful to Adele,
can I share stolen moments with Janelle?
J-ust pray to the Lord,
E-ntreat God for the blessings,
E-ach and every day.
Topic: Birthday of Janelle E. Ecal (March 13)
Form: Acrostic Haiku
In the Southwest of Scotland
Marin county Argyle-shire
Extends a narrow mass of land
Known only as Kintyre
A certain mull on which is known
What sea the eye adore
As glitter to a rolling mist
As waves align the shore
Not far from there in Campbeltown
Five miles or maybe more
Sat Duncan Blaine McGeachy
His hat upon the door
Young daughter Isabella
Bound for distant farms
Alas to Rocky Mountain House
Clutches in her arms
Where Peter Paul of Eckville
Did spy the raving lass
More fair than any local
And quite a lovely yass
Peter Paul and Isabella
Rose the Adams pack
Jack Loreen and Mary
James Peter at the back
I remember James Peter
Marge would say J. P.
And when she called him Jimmy Joe
He’d hide behind a tree
Old Jimmy Joe he got to know
How grievous love could be
He stood inside a few short days
More tall than any tree
His mother Isabella
His darling Marjorie
Would both depart on one foul whisk
The maker for to see
Of Jim and Marge had come a brood
As fine a brood could be
Of Randy Eddy and Janelle
And my sweet Laura Lee
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