Long Bad luck Poems
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(Spoken)
I was shopping for a new gun just the other day
When, out of the blue it hit me what was right there on display
For under a pane of glass, there were hundreds of broken dreams
And that's made me think:
What's the story..... of a pawn shop ring
Half off hopes
Discounted dreams
Is what, the sign should read
But instead, it said half off
All our rings
Underneath a pane of glass
Broken love for trade with cash
And that's the story of a pawn shop ring
They're selling carats for pennies
On the dollar
If you see one you like
Feel free to make an offer
Each one's been certified
By a love turned cold as ice
And that's the story of a pawn shop ring
I'm guessing they've all been washed....
In teardrops
And a few were even given...
A fling
We're not here to discuss
If they're bad luck
Yeah that's the story of a pawn shop ring
I'm guessing more than most...
Hold unmade memories
And a few, never even, saw the day
A month and a halfs wage
For each dream there on display
And that's the story, of a pawn shop ring
You know I left there that day feeling a little down
With no gun in my hand, I lifted my head feeling real proud
Just realizing that my woman still cares for me
Through all he hell I've put her through
Knowing we still have many dreams to come our way
But I still wondered
How many tried to propose
To only hear the word no
That's the story of a pawn shop ring
For in a glass case
Sits loves final resting place
And that's the story of a pawn shop ring
That Andrea’s a devil.
Would you ever guess
a pointed tail lies well-hid
underneath her dress?
And don’t you know it’s with red
that she paints her hair?
(Camouflage for two horns
covered up in there.)
While good folks are dreaming of
mansions. . . .she is not.
She’s just basking in the sun
where it’s nice and hot.
Thinking she’s some unicorn
sipping at a brook.
Instead, she’s in her bed with. . .
a grisly horror book.
And her fascination with
numerology;
Now doesn’t that sound “fishy?”
Or is it just me?
Acting like a little imp
almost every day,
she becomes annoyed if life
is more work than play.
Whining on the internet
of her small bad luck
while her hubby busts his butt
driving semi-truck.
Yes, Andrea’s a devil
And I ought to know
‘cause she made me write this poem
just to tell you so!
*inspired by my desire to do a parody
on Linda Marie's poem she wrote for me,
"Andrea's an Angel." (this one is much
closer to the real me!)
Those who today loudly voice their complaints
Might do well to study a people most quaint
The Jewish People for 3,332 years has survived
Despite pogroms and holocausts, still quite alive
A former slave nation exiled to Persia almost 2,500 years ago
Jerusalem then razed to the ground by Rome, as you know
Jews lived by the skin of their teeth for 1,900 years
Until they retook Jerusalem in 1967, a miracle it appeared
Herded into ghettos in Western Europe 'til Napoleon
And the 'Pale of Settlement' further east 'til the 20th century dawned
Jews kept a low profile, in the face of Injustice didn't complain
Beatings, Blood-Libels, Round-ups -- all sorts of Pain
Jews couldn't own land; they were barred from all professions
Countless peasants falsely accused Jews of murder at confession
The Jew became a middleman, a despised money-changer
If he tried to pass for a gentile, his very life was in danger
As if all that weren't enough, last century 6 million precious Jewish souls
died in Nazi gas chambers, crematoria, trenches, open holes
One-third of all the world's Jews wiped out in just six years
Pregnant women and infants murdered in that Valley of Tears
Today Jews are in Jerusalem, Israel! a People standing strong
They refused to give up hope just because they were wronged
What's their secret, you may ask. How did they do it
No smoke. No mirrors. They just stubbornly stuck to it...
Rule #1: Education, universal literacy for all of their seed
From the age of three, every Jewish child's taught to read
Next: Family purity, the holiness and sanctity of wedlock
Women always had rights! but no infant aborted, no child 'bad luck'
And finally, what kept it all together, down through the ages
An unshakeable belief in God and His Law, no matter the outrages
So, from the Jews you might want to take a softer-voiced cue
For you too can do it. Just follow three rules...
Loosing the will to live,
It’s all vicarious anyway,
There must be more to life,
Than the pretence of everyday.
Turns out you got a raw deal,
That was not there yesterday,
Bad luck meant it wasn’t to be,
Nascent beauty was taken away,
Your resulting life is one big lie,
The truth won’t help it go way,
You have to see it through for now,
Vicarious in nature, one must stay.
So why the hell are you hiding,
Thats what others want to say,
Initially got dealt a good hand,
But now must cheat to play?
If the mark of Cain comes upon you,
Remains indelibly on display,
All will recognize the humiliation,
Of deformity you carry today.
When anxious look more hideous,
Idiots laugh, at a grotesque array,
Not wanting to get mocked or pilloried,
Vicarious life, that’s the price we pay.
A small patch of flowers, a mountaintop glade.
Slapped into twirls of magenta by a cold rain~
voiceless but pleading for the purity of truth
to be taken by {a} tender into the beating of dawn.
In a sunny dream they'll play, black butterfly and fawn heart
tempering time until dusk makes the crows bark,
cackling where was the {us} when living turned to blood
drowned the frolic of every prayer for tomorrow.
Was it a chain of slanted decisions that minced the light?
bad luck (as when a dime slides from the ritzy to the grate...
maybe we met long ago, when we crawled from the sea
took different directions by the will of a rogue breeze.
Maybe we had parallel lives?
Made from the bones of wild planets on fire.
What happens when magenta meets black and blue
[this is a good time to dust off the palette- start mixing the hues],
what colors does a rabid cyclone leave behind
the texture of twisted stars,
to be swallowed by the devil of divine?
Young butterfly remembers the innocence of light.
When moonglow made love to the black lips of night.
'til a pack of knives slashed at its wings
(to hell with the good fight).
Now it no longer searches for mountain top flowers.
Nor does it dream in pools of magenta.
It lies in the mud juggling broken eggs
upon a pile of old dung-
How in the hell can such a thing... love
again.
but there is a softness buried deep
in this blaze of a runaway train.
Hop on board if you will
follow the reflection of manogre...
to be cont.
My mama always told me
I should follow a Holy path
For if I ever veered off course
I’d face God’s mighty wrath
God works in mysterious ways
I know this to be true
If you read my words below
I know you’ll believe it too
One day when I was six
To my mom I did talk back
God came in disguised as Dad
And gave my bottom such a smack
Another time when I was nine
I skipped my nightly prayer
That night I dreamt of monsters
God gave me such a scare
One time I stole some candy
God’s rage I did spawn
For when I got home that day
My brand new bike was gone
It was just a few years later
When caught I told a lie
Rains poured down from heaven
Mom said I made God cry
Even as an grown up woman
I’ll sometimes make a blunder
Then I cringe and hold on tight
While waiting for God’s thunder
Have you ever been in a hurry
And every light turned red
Have you ever stood beneath a tree
And had a bird poop on your head
Have you ever went to water your lawn
And found a hole in your hose
Or had a very special date
And gotten a pimple on your nose
Now you may think it’s just bad luck
When things don’t go as planned
Truth is, you’ve been scolded
By God’s almighty hand
They say that it is true
If a black cat crosses your path
You are destined for grief
And have reason to despair
They promise me that
If I walk underneath a ladder
That has been set up
I will definitely have bad luck
They tell me there is no doubt
If I break a mirror today
Tomorrow bad luck will
Be coming back my way
All these myths that reveal
Reasons to hide from the world
Because bad luck is coming around
Are all just myths that I don’t believe
If I were to believe in all the sayings
The myths that happen my way
I’d be afraid to leave my house most days
For fear of one of those myths getting me.
Sex Advice For Men
Wear double rubbers 24 hours a day
Don’t have sex in boxer shorts
If your woman is pretty, do it in the light
If she is ugly, do it in the dark
If she is so so, dim the lights and pray that it’s ok
Bazookas are too tight for a vagina
Dynamite is dangerous
Never open up an umbrella inside of her
It is bad luck
Erotica has a time and place
We all know that salty but not unpleasant taste
So remember to brush your teeth and gargle
And say grace before and after every meal
Use butter in bed but never margarine
Peanut butter and whipped cream are allowed
Turpentine is prohibited
Never ride your wife like she’s a horse
Unless you saddle her first of course, to avoid divorce
The best advice to give in these holey matters is
Check for all the right body parts
If there’s too much apparatus down under
In the lower extremities
She’s a he
Never have sex with animals with or without your zoo shots
Sex with one woman at a time is advised
You don’t always have to wear a tie
Unless you intend to marry
When you take her on a date you have to wait
When she turns red, push the green button, (cash)
If that doesn't work, use the jumper cables or cable TV
Take her dancing, spin her around
It’s like rotating the tires on your car
Women with athletic skills and acrobatics are the best
Stay away from girls without a pulse
It’s the same as having sex alone or something worse
An extreme silence characterized the night, when an elegant gentleman arrived to the remote town, when every body knew each other, and a new face was recognized inmediately. He entered to a cocktail lounge called The Mist. There was a lady who sang in the place, that enchanted all the gentlemen with her melodious voice as a siren. Synchronization was playing a role in their lives without even know it.
Sudden breeze charged with the energy that born when two souls recognize each other, was felt in the air immediately between the two strangers. He cannot miss the opportunity to meet her. He introduced himself as Alphonse. The singer name was Alphonsine. Coincidence of names and fates. The black dress she was wearing gave her a charming appeal that Alphonse could not take it out of his mind.
He invited her to a cup of red wine. She accepted. Alphonse had heard about her voice and he wanted to hear her singing. He was a lonely man with bad luck with women. His relationships broke up without explanation. Alphonsine was single. She had never married. Many of their songs were about his fate in love. The closing hour of The Mist was near. They say goodbye and agreed to meet in The Mist next day.
Candles and flowers decorated the table when Alphonse and Alphonsine sat. They talked about their life experiences. She exuded a charm that mesmerized Alphonse. He invited her to dance. Without hesitating, Alphonse told to Alphonsine that she was the love of his life and that he wanted to marry her. Alphonsine accepted the proposal, marrying one year later, and leaving behind The Mist, the place when a love at first sight began.
Example For Romance In The Night Contest
7-30-2016
A YEAR TO FORGET
We all have times we’d like to forget, it’s true
Perhaps a moment, a day, a month or year
One must discard the old and embrace the new
I think there’s a time and a place to shed a tear
But this year just past may justify a flood
And maybe I’ll say I don’t give a damn, my dear
For some bad luck may even run in the blood
There’s those who always moan and complain
For whom the sky’s never blue but more like mud
They say there’s a kind of trick, for staying sane
You put the past away and then forget it
Release the tap so it leaks out from your brain
One is owed a future bright without that pain
And to never have a year like that again