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Attempt to shine
flickering figurative klieg light
with the help of hyperbole
on poverty wrought
debutante material, this predicated
on my own unbiased thought
initially related during
my early boyhood,
how many countless
bachelor beaus sought
to pledge their troth,
who hailed (strictly
for purposes of this poem)
from Pennsauken,
Perth Amboy, Penobscot,
but thee essential truth ought
to be gleaned (lodged
as like some precious gem
within geode, qua Harriet Kuritsky,
who oft times recounted her
personal anecdotal information)
underlying veritable truth, I allude
means to underscore
how thine late mum
as the "baby" of her family
wore mantle of exclusive favoritism,
sans donning beautiful clothes
perfectly cared for,
coiffed, and curled hair
(think Shirley Temple)
as her older sisters brewed
festered, and steeped with jealousy,
asper me mother receiving
lion's share of blatant favoritism
all the while said long since
deceased maternal aunts got exclude
did from requisite
(shut heard textbook case) maternal love,
hence within their cerebral hood
incubated, evolved, and flourished
emotional disease affliction
with changeable mood
and thee Aunt Ruth oblivious,
while pacing hallway in the nude
whereat verbally abuse sent
both aunts to mental institution
insanity didst the
ultimate discordant prelude
resulting viz lifetime
of baleful, hateful, shameful,
and worthless venom got spewed,
hence no surprise
rabid mailer daemons
courted, thus psychosis easily wooed.
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' :||
The only way out of all marriages is a divorce. It's been haunting the lives of soon-to-be
ex-husbands and ex-wives for some time to come. Everybody knows that all marriages will
end in divorce because of either infidelity, money problems, or parental issues. These
ex-couples are fighting over everything: the kids, money, who gets the house, and the
cars. It seems that all divorced couples can't make up their minds on who gets what, so
there's divorce courts and stuff. Even as I speak, the children are unhappy about their
divorce; it will alter the future. There's also alimony payments being ordered by the
judges in all of the divorce courts, especially when either the mother or the father gets
custody of the children and he or she will have no choice but to pay child support. How
sad is that? Now that these two people (a male and a female) are no longer married,
they'll have to cope with being the ex-husbands, the ex-wives, their new beaus (boyfriends
and girlfriends), different living arrangements, everything. There's something wrong with
former married couples today: they just don't know when to solve all of their problems
without ever getting a divorce. It's bad enough that the former in-laws will have to deal
with the fact that their sons-in-law and daughters-in-law are no longer married. And if
all of the divorces keep increasing and these children get more upset than ever in the
near future, there's no telling what bad thing might happen next.
Scarlet is a southern belle quite spoiled,
she is very beautiful with flawless skin;
this southern belle has many beaus,
fiddle-dee-dee is her favorite reply!
Great balls on fire she has a temper,
but within Scarlet is a great strength;
she fights for her home and family,
she went to town wearing a green curtain!
Scarlet is a survivor!
I am a Canadian girl quite loved,
been told I am pretty and have lovely hair;
I have had a few boyfriends so far.
oh, fiddle what? I would never say that!
Great ball of what? I would never say that either,
and I am a flowing river and calm as a pond;
but, I have courage too though would never wear
a green curtain to town even if made of velvet!
But, I am a survivor too!
Anyways, the parody between Scarlet and me,
is probably a travesty, an exaggeration, and silly
except . . when I am confronted with a problem
I have been known to say . . .
"I'll think about that tomorrow, after all tomorrow is another day!"
__________________________
November 21, 2019
Poetry/Parody Verse/Scarlet and Me
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1200-191-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Inspired by Scarlet O'Hara character in Gone With The Wind Movie
Written for FGI Blog Series 10 - Parody
Brian Strand
Podium Place 2
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.
Couples marry; it's tradition
Since the beginning of time
Our children would do the same
While in their youthful prime
Handsome, intelligent, employed
Would be their choicest beaus
No ills would befall a safe home
Established in love that grows
Into a heart entered a love
A beau with mutant genes
Carrier of Huntington's
Disease that stole all esteem
As tradition would have it happen
A child would come their way
Innocent was the baby boy
That in the cradle lay
As great grandparents cuddled him
Never did they expect
Such a fate would entangle, hold;
And people would reject
Thirteen innocent years God granted
Then his joy was taken away
He knew that he was a defect
Hope disappeared to stay
At age thirteen when Cody's dad was diagnosed with HD then Cody knew
he could come down with the illness..He was tested at 18 and he had the
gene..He now at 29 has the early stages of the disease..Longevity expected 10 years..God could intervene our only hope at this time..
Unfinished..Don't know exactly how to go forward yet
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.
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.
The little shack on the other side of the hill
Now another monument to death, he knows
But something beckons, something, still
This is the path the warrior chose.
Gun pointed at the scattering shadows
Nobody to trust, it’s better to fill
No assumptions. Presently he slows:
The little shack on the other side of the hill
Long before this time, death was a thrill
But seeing it makes any man close
Their eyes, lest they see what’s haunting their kill
Now another monument to death, he knows
Peeking inside, another places of woes
A shiver up the spine, a chill
To see the mutilation of others’ beaus
But something beckons, something, still
Another step in, a gunshot shrill
The air rips apart with endemic’s crows
Before the world turns to black and nil.
This is the path the warrior chose.
All that remained a little book of prose
The heart never forgets when it was ill
As the powers of Nature swiftly rose
She found, on the other side of the hill
The little shack…
I've reached the age of going to school,
learning letters, and the golden rule.
I'm growing fast thats no lie,
I've just graduated into junior high.
Classes, ballgames, parties, and fun,
my wonderful life has just begun.
Friends, teachers, pets, and, Beaus,
dresses, proms is a part of lifes little woes.
I'm a senior now and all is well.
These twelve years have really been swell.
Off to college to get a degree.
I'll have to work hard for these are not free.
I'm engaged and marriage is soon,
with family, friends, and the most handsomest Groom.
God joined us together a family to make.
A wonderful blessing. He makes no mistakes.
Thats right!! Twins you see
It's a boy for you and a girl for me.
God was so good blessing our home.
With lots of memories for now they are grown.
I'm a Grandmother. Time has gone by.
I smile with the memories, but never a sigh.
For me no end is in sight.
My real life begins with my heavenly flight.
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