Leslie Neilson
Straight faced reveals a pun
But what surely made him squirrely
They wouldn't stop calling him Shirley
Leslie Neilson
Armed with wit and naked gun
Genius buffoonery unparalleled
Save for what Peter Seller's Clueso upheld
Leslie Neilson
Dracula loving it as a dead one
Giving Renfield insect currency
And causing Mel brooks an emeRRRgency
Leslie Neilson
A parody on the run
Of spoofery not wrongfully accused
Only keeping us hysterically amused
Hope you know your Leslie Neilson movies for clearance, Clarence.
Roger, Roger.
*Image of Original Gerber baby, Ann Turner Cook by KTVU.
R.I.P. Ann Leslie Cook, nee Turner
Ann Cook
Her look
Not name
Became
Households
Footholds
Aspects
Effects
Neighbor's
Favors
Charcoaled
Turned gold
Adored
Reward
Threshold
Behold
Quest and
Destined
Become
A mom
Four kids
Amids
Teacher
Writer
Thank you
Trueblue
My face
By grace
Glass jars
All-stars
Trademarks
Remarks
Sublime
Lifetime
Apprise
Demise
Gerbers
Furthers
Bless you
Adieu
Godsend
Ascend
*R.I.P. Ann Leslie Cook, nee Turner*
At five months old, she posed for their family's neighbor, Dorothy Hope Smith, who drew a charcoal sketch of her for a Gerber's baby-food contest. That charcoaled sketch became Gerber's iconic label when they opened and produced their products in 1928. For nearly ninety-four years of her lifetime, she has been in American homes, as well as, abroad. She died in her St. Petersburg, FL., home, (11/20/1926-06/03/2022) at 95.
2022 June 11
*6th Place*
A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2022 June 12
This merciless tyrant,
Tormentor of souls
Chooses trusting young
Leslie as prey
He scrambles her thoughts
And darkens her moods
Each dawn brings
The same stormy day.
Alone and adrift
On an ocean so vast
She’s as lonely
And lost as can be
But on the distant horizon
Gleams a gold, welcoming shore
That no one but Leslie can see.
Leslie Anne
Leslie Anne was not a man, and she was not a girl.
She tried the best anyone can, damn sure gave it a whirl.
No matter how she tried, she ended up denied.
And somehow in the end she just would not be justified.
The years went by living a lie.
Or so that's how it seemed.
But truth be told when we get old.
It's not what we had dreamed.
One day things change and you've no choice.
But answer in your new found voice.
It seems you've come too far to stop.
As you've waited so long for that ball to drop.
Not everyone can understand.
Why some obey such a command.
The answer lies somewhere inside.
Where some identity's divide.
And sometimes when the world turns round.
Confusions all that some have found.
The winds don't always blow so straight.
For some it's just a twisted fate.
When life turns you inside and out.
And leaves you filled with so much doubt.
The truth will never tell a lie.
No matter how you try to defy.
Capturing beauty on canvas is magic to me.
That’s why I admire the work of George Dunlop Leslie.
Just the right colors and shades are what I see.
Still images seem to have the power to become reality.
He was just a mere mortal, and had to leave the earth.
However, his talent appears to have come with his birth.
Many of his works are in galleries to display.
Bringing a canvas to life? He certainly knew the way!
It takes planning, a graveled path, herb sets
to create a heavenly perfume
some time around bloom time
excess pruned down by a third and hung.
We see a bit of the hanging God then
in the silky down of lavender, thyme
offer homage of pressed violets,
golden suns of marigold as tune of awe.
The mincing of the mints is heavenly
as candy, sharp peppermint, mellow lemon balm,
the bedding down of chamomile, poppy maw,
the spiral sweets and gingered leaves of geranium
shavings of orris root, too many iris anyway
so free them all and set the scent create a smelly sum.
Add carnation stars, sticky sweet hollows of fennel
to tell the men, here is where the women live
won’t you remember your marjoram, your rosemary
with the pots on to boil, or laying head on crisp sheets and sigh.
It all takes planning, to decorate, alleviate, scent
create the corners of a life. Let’s go set the herbs.
Then breathe in the heavenly scent of potpourri lent
as offering, homage to all the plenty wonder of our lives.
Sweet and simple flowers held to her innocent breast
A wistful soul brimming from brown eyes so dark
Face untouched by life's mysteries yet to come
With his brush stroke this beauty did embark
Paintings name : Apple dumplings
I sit here peeling the apples
My mind in a whirl
What shall I make them into
I am thinking as the peel twirls
I am pretty good at pastry
Shortcrust I think It must be
Must check if I have the cloves
To make a dumpling so very tasty
So I mix the flour with the butter
Til like breadcrumbs so very fine
Add drops of water, to bind the latter
Roll and cut to cover apples, divine
Cook them in the oven
Til golden brown and smelling so unreal
Make thick custard to serve with them
Can taste them, think just one I might steal.
The picture tells the story
Of the maidens thoughts at work
Of the pleasure that cooking has for her
This is one job she wont shirk.
link to picture
http://ichef.bbci.co.uk/arts/yourpaintings/images/paintings/hap/large/ntv_hap_22_large.jpg
Penned 21/5/2013
To my co-worker and friend Leslie Sparks; Thank You for all that you do!
L-istens lovingly and laughs loudly; she's
E-motionally engaged in everyday events,
S-he’s seldom shy, simply sophisticated, and superbly sweet.
L-eslie has a laborious level of leadership; she’s
I-mmensely impartial to the word impossible; incredibly inquisitive, and interesting;
E-ternally empathetic to everyone else’s needs
Lay