Long Beaus Poems
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They met
Love set
Passion
Ration
One night
Just right
Egg rent
Pregnant
Grows fine
Months, nine
No room
In womb
One morn
Girl born
Healthy
Wealthy
Mum, Dad
So glad
Joy flows
She grows
First tooth
Marks youth
Cute child
Bit wild
A's bid
Bright kid
Teens rule
High school
College
Knowledge
Great job
Chuck Schwab
Nice perk
Hard work
No beaus
Propose
Time, past
Gone fast
Turn page
Mid-age
Lumps, hers
Cancers
Treatments
Intense
Fight's tough
Too rough
Such pain
Wits wane
Folks come
Cry some
Tears swirl
Their girl
Wet eyes
Goodbyes
Hands held
Hearts meld
Last breath
Come, death
Kiss cheek
Soft, meek
Dress, best
Laid rest
Dad, Mum
So glum
Child gone
Fair fawn
Last toil
Life's coil
Joy hewn
Too soon
Turn, leave ...
Now grieve
Man, wife
That's life
Wheels turn
Live ... learn.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Fabulous Fun Footles" Poetry Contest, Jan Allison, Judge & Sponsor.
It is that season again
When men are men
In the upper class ready to defend
Their social status as leaders
With innocent images of being sweeter
Finding ladies to be courted
Despite not being able to afford it
Girls flip the magazine pages
While their beaus make their wages
For one evening out
Acting mature looking good no doubt
They call it a formal dance where the chivalry carries the gentlemen lance
Escorting their ladies
Who were childhood mate tees
Filled with beauty talk they have that certain walk
Onto the dance floor
Innocent romance in store
Prom night is here and trying not to sneer
Since it is good bye to friends
After thirteen years together in one community of academic social mends
It is your stand, your plan to take command
Kids no more saying kindly adult hood open the door
am I made of glass or not I see no reflection
am I solid like the rose do I know reflection
does my scent cling onto him each time I disappear
does my spirit shine like the star's aglow reflection
what avenue should I take to get to his garden nook
what cupid will join me and my fellow reflection
will I be pleasing or brave enough to win his heart
will I espy the glass and see his show reflection
am I made of glass or not this remains to be seen
am I the cognate of his chamber's window reflection
forfeit not love for sake of lust, mirror on the wall
forfeit me not when I abide in Joe's reflection
transparent as pixie dust, but I'm not made of glass
transparent as moonlight yes, in my beaus reflection.
September 1, 2020
Marching bands passing for a valiant hero like you.
You won in the battle; bet your friends like it too!
They see admiration and love in those stories you tell.
It’s your calculated move to micromanage them well.
How impeccable for you to depict me the villain of your tale?
Maybe the crook to be blamed who made the relationship gale.
You can get sympathy from people as many as you like.
You can block my name on your list; get rid of me out of your sight.
So here’s a toast to success for staining my clothes.
You can celebrate your new life; perhaps collect your new beaus.
Screwing me over onto something that I was sorry about is just unfair.
I knew you did everything on purpose; I knew that you were showing no care.
A big round of applause to a hero like you!
What a villainous crime to hurt me; bet your friends like it too!
them
shapely
ladies
listen
to them
stringin'
yarns
killin'
time
kiss-and-tellin'
tales
about
bastard beaus
failed
courtships
causin'
madness
like
shriekin'
cats cussin' cool
nights'
tremolando
tears
drippin' :||
It was a bright and clear day,
She wore a flowing pink dress bordered with lace,
Her face glowed under the sun's light,
She didn’t expect any less after days of grooming,
She sat like an adorned princess,
The garden was a huge delight
The blooms were cathartic and therapeutic,
She anticipates his visit,
A handsome lad from the neighbouring Isles,
Each time they converse,
The more they are drawn to each other,
She has had suitors come for her,
She has had beaus praise her snow-white beauty,
None had been able to open the door to her heart,
Only Alejandro has been the fortunate one,
He first saw her in a picture with an acquaintance,
Since then he has been spellbound,
Swept off his feet by his newfound,
“My lady, your guest is here.”
She turned to look at her maid,
She beamed with a smile as she stood up,
She walked with elegant strides,
Her heart raced,
“Meredith!”
“Oh, yes mum.”
“Could you please help me with these logs?”
“Ok, mum.”
“Thank you, dear.”
February 14, 2023,
Wave of Fantasy Poetry Contest,
Mystic Rose Rose.
Buried in a great big trunk
are things that some might call junk
Sweet cards from old friends and beaus,
decades-old knick-knacks and prose.
“Unclutter your life,” some say.
“Throw what you don’t use away.”
I say to them, “Let me be.
My keepsakes aren’t junk to me.”
*This is jeuju poetry. Here is Soup's basic definition of the form:
A Jueju is a type of poem from China that consists of a matched pair of couplets. Each line has either five syllables or seven syllables, so I followed the model given at Soup and then I wrote two Jeuju that go together.
March 22, 2022
For the Form J - Just Write Me A New Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
(#4 word chosen: junk)
I have two sisters whom I love and adore
We are poets who can write of blood and gore.
Evil, Wicked, and Demented are our nicknames
Being fun and shocking is a few of our games.
Evil, for that, is I
Has had enough people lie
And tell me of their fearful woes
To only find they were only foes.
Evil has an "evil" mind
That can deliciously find
What may not be normal to some
To me can be quite exquisite fun.
Wicked is learning to find
Her very own peace of mind.
That man with a black soul
Her heart he had done stole.
Wicked's mind is so "wickedly" twisted
That her vengeance can't be listed.
But make no idiotic mistake
She can strike you just like a snake.
Demented is the one who knows
How to reel in all the beaus.
She can smile so delightfully sweet
And men seem to just fall at her feet.
Her mind is the most bizarre
She can be the evilest by far.
On her face, you will see a beautiful smile
While inside "demented" schemes most vile.
We are each who we are
All a particular shining star
Separately a Libra, Capricorn, and Leo
Collectively, we are The Haunted Trio.
There is a girl I know,
A work of sheer perfection head to toe.
Each time I think of her, my heart beats so,
And her name is Sadie Sue.
She has a pair of eyes
That are bluer than West Texas skies,
And there's a hint of promise in her sighs
Of paradise with Sadie Sue.
The way she moves her hips
Can make me tingle to my fingertips,
And when she speaks the honey fairly drips
From the lips of Sadie Sue.
When she turns on her smile,
It lights the world up for a country mile,
And my humdrum life seems more worthwhile
When I can be with Sadie Sue.
She has her pick of beaus,
And fellas flock around her, Heaven knows,
But by some chance if it were me she chose,
I would be true to Sadie Sue.
And then how proud I'll be
When my dream becomes reality
And she goes walking down the aisle with me,
The day I marry Sadie Sue.
The bees swarmed to dripping honey,
and love's illusion is not so funny
when the rabbit in the hutch
backs away from your very touch.
Today he is afraid
that you chose him for your maid
and the reproductive status hump
is lost in desperations malice lumps.
With no offspring to take his place
the embarrassment is on your face
and the honey bunny you had chased
became hassenfeffer sent to inner space.
Impatient Awaiting his return, the doe
displayed herself to all the farmyard beaus
and the buck was found out of luck
when all the kits were downy ducks.
Come out of there, you silly rabbit!
BUNNY JUMP and Caren Krutsinger 12/19/18