Long Beaut Poems
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she were thuh
humdinger
lulu
ripper trigger
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phenomenon
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pippin
pearl
plump
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* okay, so i'll share this explicate uv; thuh “drip’n dip” now...
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‘Drip’n Dip’
‘tiz
“drip’n dip” <(don't use quotation marks)<(explicate'd in "Intro part 4 "dipku")
Must contain at least 2"dips", no more than 4"dips"
Thuh “drip’n dip” ‘tiz thuh ‘dip’... az it becomez juxtuhpoze’d; it
drips synonyms az y’all astute see mine example vide supra. <(must contain at least 2synonyms
drip'n
initial juxtuhpoze)
Likewise remember; anythink after thuh 'dip' iz thuh juxtuhpoze.
enjoy <]')
I’m jonesing for an Aviron,
a name you likely do not know,
but they have really come along
and made a splash in game-based rows.
I’ll set a course for Avalon,
or play a game of Breaker now,
or stream a YouTube video,
or try to beat a pro somehow.
Or coaching tips from Training Tall,
or Power Play, while racing friends,
or live compete community;
it seems the options never end.
I mostly want to just work out,
receive some guidance on the way;
it all gives pause to hesitant,
for it is quite a lot to pay.
My goal: get strong and stay outside,
but weights have never been my suit;
this Aviron looks bona fide,
and feature-laden, she’s a beaut.
my mouth never ran for words
to a wordless place
my heart never ran for blood
till it met your face
but they ran, they ran away!
my spirit had never fled astray
to the realm beyond
nor my soul ever fly away
t'where it was born
but they fled, they fled in turns!
my eyes never beheld, and true
such beaut', ***** and strange
they only saw, but never knew
from where fairness came
but they saw, they saw your face!
my head did n'er think till now
that within the earth
and the universe around
"beasts" do, beauties get
but it thought with no regret!
my being was never well versed
to show grati-tude
nor were my knees made to bend
or my head to stoop
but they did, they did for you!
my heart did n'er beat like this
or not beat at all
for I, by grace, was made "king"
to rise, never fall
"and he rose, forevermore".
Ms. Brenda Brawling borrowed nothing,
but begged life to bestow her something.
Blistered blue when life barely listened,
she began buying bargain fiction.
By and by, she believed she’d become a book ink fly.
Her heart bade she give her own fantasies a book try.
Brenda bathed blank sheets in beaut romance
billowing with bawdy circumstance.
Brenda bloomed when her pen beget one man’s behavior;
the book’s brawny, bold boatman became her heart’s savior.
Brenda’s book was bought in big, boxed bundles,
so she boasted bling, but felt befuddled.
Daytime, bedtime, both brought baleful feel
born from thoughts baring boatman’s appeal.
Brenda balked, but she well failed to block boatman’s stalk
who wormed her sanity thru fiction’s crosswalk.
Obeying her pen, she beheld him in blissed fantasy blocks.
Now, Brenda’s berserk pen bends her daily at bleak o’clock.
Charlie was the instrument
behind his investigating team
though no one saw his face
the telephone link worked a dream
John Bosley was the head
making sure operations did smoothly run
keeping the angels united together
in the battle defeating crime bar none
Kelly Garrett was the longest server
displaying her skills in every episode
her beauty and poise were supreme
as Jaclyn superbly showed
Jill Munroe was the pin up girl
with the blonde hair and figure to match
although only in for series one
Farrah was really quite a catch
Sabrina Duncan was the brainy one
with the looks also to combine
investigating with determination and insight
Kate J showed her to be one of a kind
Kris Monroe came in as Jill’s sister
one that knew how to shoot
small in stature but very petite
Cheryl certainly was a real beaut
Tiffany Wells took over from Sabrina
a real clever beauty you could tell
master of latin as well as the violin
real class is our Shell
Julie Rogers came in at finale
bringing real grit to the team
raised on streets of the Bronx
Tanya showed herself a real dream
What memories we all have
of the angels who were fab
we even can catch up on DVD
the loveliest angels we ever did see
poetgord
Big secrets, in rose tinted glass,
the grandeur of life just a mirrow view apart.
A sweet fragrance of falsehood guards the heart,
Beauty is at the price of someone's dark.
There she is, looking through the façade,
the one they called foolish, the best observer at heart.
Sitting amongst the shiniest strokes, is an abstract,
Yet such blind is world, that no one can tell it apart.
The gossips float, running faster than the chased hare,
Soon the truth disappears, announcing arrival of the dark.
She walks, followed by the hustle of winds,
The room goes quiet, as the others dissipate.
Lightening strikes, fear shivers the candle flame,
Windows crackle, welcoming the stormy rain.
Clock chimes three, and she smiles in glee,
The loner of all is often the know it all, yet no one gains.
Storm of the night follows her in pursuit,
Confident she walks, indeed it's evil in beaut.
Curious wind whispers of the magical tree,
Talks of magestic & venomous fruit it yields.
Her eyes as fierce as red wine on fire,
The sadness of wretched heart flows out her veins,
Time haults,
slowly shadows hails the devil's name.
Tremors wreck the halls,
here comes the wretched rain,
Where once the childhood danced,
now only lies remorse and pain
She walks to welcome it all,
Remorse, deceit and curses overflow,
Accepting all the yin and yang,
Soon she becomes the eye of the storm.
Pied piper plied with his magic flute
Not hirsute more still teenage cute
Branch & root teach each new newt
Bravo Joe riper own grown old fruit
Deft no heft not bereft never a brute
As Aussies possies put in the boot
Elan Peter Pan talisman can't mute
Classic but never ever brassic route
Acutely astute in every single dispute
Charmer in a white knight armour suit
Simple record setting run getting pursuit
Bazball didn't dilute or pollute its top recruit
Each rendition games’ tradition will salute
Root down track front to back foot scoot
First rate great with such a thirst to sate
Play it late that weight transfer commute
Moot point didn't rock the joint and loot
Ashes dreams shoot down the sh*t chute
No ego Joe did bestow a show of repute
Must flatter our greatest batter a hero salute
Making history if not victory let's have a toot
Still can't compute why so bad but won't refute
Okay come what may please no Bazball reboot
That schoolboy joy with his wooden toy tribute
Rooty our galaxy guardian on duty like Groot
So let's make a spectacular bogan slogan ute
Horn's vernacular hoot…Wizard of Oz not bandicoot
Surf on Aussie turf…Root you absolute Beaut!
Lady Ella, Queen of Jazz:
you brought so many songs to life.
Forget the words? Just make up new ones
like you did on 'Mack The Knife'.
Satchmo Armstrong, so unique:
in 'Summertime' my soul is freed,
with 'Hello Dolly', 'Cheek to Cheek';
'What a Wonderful World', indeed!
Sassy, classy Sarah Vaughan:
your 'Autumn Leaves' fall scattingly.
Your 'I Feel Pretty' makes me 'Misty',
'They Can't Take That Away From Me'.
Mel Torme, the Velvet Fog:
'The Christmas Song', 'How High The Moon'.
I love it when you scat away
The 'Lullaby Of Birdland' tune.
Astrud, 'Girl From Ipanema'
walks on by, a sight to see.
Your 'One Note Samba' swings so lithe,
Brazilian skies in harmony.
Basia sings of 'Time And Tide'
and woos me with 'Astrud's tribute.
'An Olive Tree', 'Baby, You're Mine';
Each song you sing, a perfect beaut.
Time and space do not allow
for Nat, Al, Tim, or more such names:
Diana, Johnny, Janis, Cheryl*,
Jazz burns bright - you light the flames!
//Poet's Notes: Mentioned here are my favorite Jazz vocalists (*with a quick nod and smile to Nat King Cole, Alan Paul, Tim Hauser, Diana Krall, Johnny Hartman, Janis Siegel, and Cheryl Bentyne). Let me know in the comments if you have favorites I did not mention. Perhaps someday I'll write a sequel for my favorite jazz instrumentalists. //
Leroy was a real good dog, one of our very best.
Since he came to live with us he seemed to feel quite blessed.
He seemed so eager just to please, he loved us one and all.
Faithful friend, companion,Playmate, guard; all rolled in one small ball.
My oldest daughter, married now, had a small dog of her own.
She brought him to meet Leroy when for holiday she came home.
Goliath weighed about four pounds. He was so sweet and cute.
Leroy took one look at him and thought,"Boy, he's a beaut."
"I hope he hasn't come to stay, he can't take my place.
If he tries to replace me I'll have to eat his face."
Goliath tried so hard to please, he wanted to be friends.
He'd bound around and try to play and wag his tail and grin.
Leroy just ignored him, he didn't like him much,
So when we fed them we made sure they didn't have to touch.
It was holidays and so they got a special treat.
They got some of our food too, some yams and turkey meat.
Goliath left his bowl to see if Leroy's bowl was better.
He stuck his nose too close and Leroy lost it altogether.
He whirled upon the little dog growling as he went.
He smeared Goliath nose to tail with yams and turkey scent.
Goliath screamed and screeched and cried,
And I rushed to his side.
We were wrong my husband said,
Leroy does like Goliath, -----with yams.
On top of my pizza
filled with bacon and cheese
sits a juicy pineapple ring
filled up with garden peas
This gives much wanted colour
to my anticipated big bite
the base is so thick
raising one's mouth a new height
The juice from my pineapple ring
runs all over my pizza
adding zest to its taste
giving it a new added feature
Now the ring slips slowly down
to fall off the plate
on to the floor below the table
I'm sitting at with my date
Then it moves over to the other side
where sits my date a real beaut
who thinks I'll have that
but finds it stuck to her foot
So I cut it from her foot
making her footloose and fancy free
with my knife and fork
made her eyes see only me
Love came via a pineapple ring
to cherish and keep we joyfully sing
AUTHOR NOTES: written with the childrens song in mind 'on top of spaghetti'
with a slight change of focus!