memories of malcontent
memories of misery spent
memories of money lent...
memories...they came...they went
A loathsome lecher lurks along the long,
Lightless ledge, looking to lure a lost lamb
To lewd license, liquor, and lowlife lurch—
To the lesser lying league and layer.
Mauis fire is already in print, a book titled fire and fury
Is doing a stint' published four days after the killer event
By a dr Miles Stones,
Its has eywitness accounts and results of investigative
Time; spent, this by government bodies so renowed of
Their speed.? Well be that as it may I suppose i might
Have a read? of the lack of foreknowledge by local police
The terror of civilians, and the ensuing relief.? That we all
Are the blame, Have i heard such before.? Oh i heard there
Was a boat at sea on it also fire did roar.? Seems so strange
Cause maybe someone drooped a cigerette to floor?
I don't want to be Gloomy? To become just a drag.'
Beoause its all light and
Joy in the global crews view' Hey you all take care now.'
Thats the new normal to do.' Yet is it all normal.? Maybe
I'll have a think? Take up playing patience and pour out
A stiff drink.'
satin skies showed new Sol
soft summer sun, now setting
streams of stars do smile
7/20/2023
I knew it was a lapse
That made his shop collapse:
To thrown questions “Perhaps”
To feared comments “Sharraps!”
One could just sense the lapse
In the widening gaps,
On wrong heads placed caps,
In his quest for quick slaps…
Then, its ready: collapse!
From preventable lapse:
The falls: Thunderclaps;
From him no more claps,
Whistling of great songs and raps;
Long stares at women’s laps.
Life is full of lapse it is a lurch core.
Yet, be with pals and at aplomb with you.
Love to live let live, yet guilt will occur.
Life is full of lapse it is a lurch core.
Yet if you find clout, you'll stay on the floor.
And will surely appreciate the view.
Life is full of lapse it is a lurch core.
Yet, be with pals and at aplomb with you.
Written: March 13, 2023
History
A carbon copy of the past
To prevent a loss or lapse in memory
Even when people become Alcheimer patients
History remains
The good and evil remain
No one can erase the past
But to learn a lesson
To behave well
And to teach the younger generation
The fact that
Truth and history never die
Wakeful slumber
Rise and shine
Greet Nature Mother
Wink at Father Time
Advance to Go
Daily choices
Purposeful endeavors
Momentary miracles
Internal-I-zations
Thoughts abundant
Feelings adrift
Actions Aware
Consequential checkmate
Evolved emotions Exiled
Rich Resplendent Resolve
All's Well Within
Memories come back to me ,
Like the tides of a calm sea
Bringing a twinkle and a smile
Even if it all meant just for a while
Kiss on my lips,
A hug filled with warmth,
Hours of chatter
As if nothing else mattered
A feeling of joy,
The moment was mine
A girl like giggle
And I felt divine
To define it and name,
It would never be the same,
Eyes that felt warm
A heart that felt love
Alas!!! just a momentary lapse of reason ?
For life in my treasure trove.
Oh, Sir, surely you must be mistaken
For I have every precaution taken
To never allow a ticket to go into arrears
Hearing of these arouses my deepest fears
Thinking I must have a lapse in my brain
No, no! It cannot be this sorry refrain
I have never felt such a betraying kiss
As this, that I might have been remiss
Failing to pay a debt you say that I owe
Alas! I shall have to check my finances, tho’
I’m sure I’ll find that these have been paid
I quite remember on the hall bureau, I laid …
Uh, … I remember writing the payment drafts
To the DMV … yes, the DMV … oh, drats,
But did I forget to put them in the mail?
Give me my license, I’ll send them without fail!
THIRD PLACE WINNER
Written February 1, 2022
especially for “DMV” Poetry Contest
sponsored by Matt Caliri
Lanterns all shining.
While we were just dining.
The champagne, sparkling!
10/1/2021
…Rhymed Senryu…
I recall looking sweetly, out of my crib, do you?
I must have been near the age of two.
The living room lights were on and glowing.
And Chicago snowflakes, out my window were
lovely and flowing.
I held my Nancy doll near my pullsating heart.
From her, I never ever wanted to part!
Now, a grandmother, my self, no longer a girl.
Where have my golden locks gone, those tiny
pretty curls?
What about my Koala bear from Australia?
So lovable~ a toy, that never failed you.
My blanket was a thick, quilted satin.
My pillow had embroidered cats upon it.
The decades have past, but memory lives on.
And an irresistible time lapse, gives me a smile
with it, each grinning dawn!
5/18/2021
~2~
My son Scottie is experimenting with
Time-lapse photography results are he's a whiz
Working out so cool
A flower going by the rules
Opening up in real time like magic it is
B-eautiful
E-yes
V-aliantly
E-vade
R-espiratory
L-apse
Y-ielding
J-oy
U-nder
L-ovely
L-ung's
A-dvanced
R-eadiness
Topic: Birthday of Beverly M. Jullar (April 05)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Wheels of time turning needles;
Worries of day twisting on spindle
Days passed boxing bundle
Night sparkles with hopes and kindles
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