Lola
Lola is the name of a woman I have just met
She is very familiar of my work as I always bet
I know she likes gospel music as she sings to set
Lola transcends my mind because I often let
She is very intelligent and gives advice to vet
I know I like her very much but she doesn,t want a pet
Lola is her name and her children offer her my debt
She is wonderful like a cherished person should always get
I know she has the brownest eyes of which I often look at and yet
Lola is her name and I feel wonderment in her company but we never ever really met.
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Pag-ampo kay Lola Edith
Sang kami nagkari diri sa Dumarao
Wala nimo ginpabatyag nga kami pangayaw
Ang imo pagtatap gani pa nga naglabaw
Sang ako pa lamang naga-eskwela
Imo ako ginpabalunan sg kwarta
Sa imo pensiyon ako may tigana
Pero sa imo ako wala guid nakabalos
Ang imo pagpalangga nangin wala'y pulos
Oh Lola Edith, patawara ako sing lubos!
-08/08/2015
(Dumarao)
*Birthday of Lola Edith
I heard a whisper that once said
When you are dead
In another realm
When you ascend
If a sudden stranger comes up to you and says
Thanks for looking after me
When we both lived
And gives you a big warm hug or a sweet kiss on the cheek
Don't be frightened
It could be one of your pets welcoming you home
For all spirits take many forms as they evolve
Why do you think so many people like jogging or walking
Swimming
Climbing or talking
Me
I probably was a parrot in a past life
Before I fell under Soul Transmigration's sharp knife
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
The warmth of the fire
Toasted her toes and filled her heart.
Dark but for flames
No wasted light, no need.
Allowing the embers to die
She curled up tighter
In her sleep.
Waking as the chill descended
As the heat fell away.
Standing and stretching
To seek warmth and comfort.
Walking to the bedroom
To marry the second half of the night
To the first already passed.
Climbing onto the bed
Wrapping her tail over her nose
And tucking in her paws with
A contented yet sleepy purr.
It was said that
live your life in every form of hope
nothing is clearly
fiend or dead or even strange
the world is still full
of north and south
a good news of a kind
is good indeed
let the snow and dust
goes through to cover us.
Charlie
Likes listening to music by Bob Marley.
He has scheduled time that mustn't delay
His passionate phase with Reggae!
Lola
Is fascinated with panels - Solar.
Science is full of projects that (for her) are fun.
And she has a smile that beams like the sun!
Written 16th September 2021
For the Cleritoons contest - Sponsor Joseph May
Lola likes to lick lots of lollies.
Lots of Lollies Lola likes to lick.
What kind of lollies does Lola like to lick?
Lola likes to lick lemon lollies.
Lemon lollies are what Lola likes to lick.
Lola was licking lemon lollies late last night.
Late last night lots of lemon lollies Lola licked.
Why was Lola licking lots of lemon lollies late last night?
Because lemon lollies linger longer and are finger-licking good!
W01282021
I take out the old-fashioned dress in my mother’s closet.
It’s a rose-colored fabric that you liked from your 50’s pageant.
And its floral scent underneath reminded me about you for a reason.
I got mad each time I learned you skipped a Christmas season.
The only thing I have is your pretty face in my silver locket.
Your memory is hanging from my neck; I wish not to drop it.
I could still see us picnicking in the small backyard,
There I stand next to you and pretend to be a bodyguard.
Gray was the shade of your hair; I revered it in my sleep.
You look like your favorite actress, you called her Meryl Streep.
I could have touched the way you pinched my hand in the hospital room.
But I can still see you sitting on an empty chair – I assume.
4 little paws, how fast they grow.
Loyalty and love, she always shows.
God's greatest gift, for us to share.
She's thick and wide, with short black hair.
She will eat her toys, your shoes beware.
I love how she plays, and wiggles with care.
She's been known to find a midnight snack.
Any food on the counter, she'll surely attack.
She always shows love, and never complains.
She's now grown up with a sizeable frame.
110 pounds of attitude and charm.
She runs and plays out on the farm.
She loves all of God's creatures, both big and small.
She's my sweetie pie, and loved by all.
My close friend and companion, forever be.
I love my dog, my Lola Beans.
*my companion and close friend that never complains poetry contest*
2-11-20
Lola lived in the polar regions
A place very cold
Lola wished that she didn't
Now she was getting old
She was fed up with the same weather
At all times
Her thermometer was out of whack
She longed for warmer climes
This was impossible
Feeling like a fool
She confided in her best friend
Who gave her a big bag of wool
She had inherited from someone years ago
Where that someone came from
No-one may ever know
In amongst this wool were needles and a book
With lots of knitting patterns
And a crochet hook
The patterns were simple
There were quite a few
As Lola flipped through the pages
To find the easiest to do
She found a beanie
A beanie is a woollen hat
Concentrating on the pattern
She very soon made that
Lola was delighted
Pulling the beanie over her ears
This was the cosiest she had felt for years
Lola made slippers, followed by gloves
Thanks to her best friend
Who gave the gift of wool with love
They got her in a pound some ten years ago
A pup German Sheppard Who was the color of cola
C.O.L.A. ~ cola
She barked at them and she wagged her tail
As if to say... get me out of this jail
her name was Lola ~ L.O.L.A. Lola
She was not the world's most smartest little pup
But she ate off a plate and she could drink from a cup
Lola...Lo lo lo lo Lola
Now I'm not dumb and I can understand
Why a dog's best friend...they say is a man
Oh Lola ~ L.O.L.A. Lola
I drank champayne in candlelight
Because they said goodbye... to Lola last night
Lola... Lo lo lo lo Lola
I must be the world's most passionate guy
Because, when Lola passed... it just made me cry
Lola ~ L.O.L.A. Lola
Dedicated: To my brother Paul's dog "Lola"
She passed away last night
I work every day for Lola Rae
A lady whose mind must have its say,
The images flow fast
Of politicians that won't last,
She ought to be the one to draw their pay!
From October 2000
City Walk (or Lola)
A city walk.
Springtime and a scarf bundled about the Adam’s apple.
A wedge of lemon. That sucked.
A triangle of mandarin.
Or two. Now five
A city walk.
A pitty. The dog wouldn’t calm.
Orange peel tossed beside a
banana peel.
Two men talk,
as women might.
As they think women
might mightlessly not fight.
A tennis ball.
Another's.
Just beyond (incomprehensibly) beyond
the nose, beyond the diamond wall.
Two skipping stones.
Found.
On this lakeless valley
city walk.
Subtle sweetness barricaded in
A hardened cocoon of beauty
Nurtured by factors and forces
Unknown and unseen
Sealed up in self-defense
Insured against a torment known
Only by Cupid’s prisoners.
Maybe in time I’ll brave the
Ordeal and seek out the
Love locked away somewhere
Out of a mere boy’s reach;
Loved locked away -
Arrested by Heartbreak,
Emaciated through scars and
Sentenced to a life devoid of
Trust, affection, sacrifice,
Honesty and fidelity. I’ll do
Everything to make you
Re-discover your lost self.
Lola Stanley
1913-1918
This side of the veil,
No living human has ever seen,
No mere mortal has ever beheld,
The diamond stutted rainbow face,
Of the One, Iam
With streams of flame,
Flowing from the Axis,
His all-seeing eyes,
Can be felt like crashing waves,
Of silent sound, silent…
Like rushing ripples of watery light,
The Eternal Seed,
The everlasting bloom;
Of the One, Iam
The only flower, silent…
There is no softness of sleep here,
No mark of darkness or sweeping escape,
We spirits of the Eternal Seed, instead
Fly as the dandelion blooms fly, silent…
Weightless, floating and drifting,
Seizing the morning shade of timelessness,
A multitude of soaring souls,
A single speck of mercy;
No. You have not seen what I see.
Now and forever-
His magnificent being embraces me,
As a silvery swan
Embraces a goddess!
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