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Today is the eighth of August and it’s a very special day
Family and friends are here to celebrate Marion's birthday
She's a loving mother to her children and grandchildren too
Gardening and reading books are what she loves to do.
And there are many celebrities sharing Marion's birth year
Danny Boyle, Ravi Shanker, Tom Hanks, and Carrie Fisher
Andy Garcia ,Sue Barker, Theresa May, and Bryan Cranston
Along with La Toya Jackson, Sebastian Coe, and Mel Gibson.
In that year, some musical events made the headline news
Elvis sang “Heartbreak Hotel”, Guy Mitchell "Singing The Blues"
“Roll Over Beethoven” was a hit for the legendary Chuck Berry
Little Richard came on the scene with his hit “Long Tall Sally”.
Johnny Cash’s “I walk The Line”, "Que Sera Sera" by Doris Day
It was the start of the Rock 'n' Roll era that was here to stay
Other news was Prince Rainer 111 married actress Grace Kelly
It was the first ever royal wedding that was broadcast on telly.
Lugano in Switzerland held the first Eurovision song contest
Swiss singer lys Assiaslloll "Refrain" won, it was voted the best
The clean air act was introduced to combat industrial smog
No more walking about getting lost in that thick 'pea super' fog.
A polio epidemic erupted in Ireland and Cork was badly affected
Up and down the country it raged young and old were infected.
The first ever working video recorder was introduced by Amplex
It had a state- of- the -art recording system called Quadruplex.
Queen Elizabeth 11 opened Calder Hall at Sellafield in Cumbria
The first commercial power station that was powered by nuclear
General Electric introduced the world's first "Snooze Alarm" clock
An extra ten minutes in bed diminished the 'rise and shine' shock
But the eighth of August was one of the most notable events
Teresa and Luke welcomed Marion and became proud parents
Years later Bernadette and Luke were born adding to the family
Now they're all proud parents themselves and living life happily.
Happy occasions become fond memories and with you they stay
You'll reflect on them often and like a movie in your mind play
Celebrating with your family and friends makes it a perfect day
So, enjoy and make some memories on Marion's special birthday.
I want to run away
from the stares
when our friends
don’t see you there
Instead I walk confidently
like I don’t care
But inside
I feel like life’s unfair
Why did I believe you
when you said
we’d always be a pair
I tried
I begged and pleaded
Yet you pulled away
said I wasn’t what you needed
So down a different path
we both retreated
The outcome not my choice
it couldn’t be debated
All those years together
feel like they’ve been wasted
I guess for you
somehow love faded
Still a broken heart
can do more than weep
It can rise up
and walk down a different street
It can savour life without you
there are new people to meet
I have places to go
and meals to eat
There are others
who will quicken
my heart beat
I choose a life that's sweet
No girl
it’s not easy being through
I can’t ever forget you
If only you had meant it
when you said “I do”
Now my horizon is empty
I've lost my perfect view
You were the North Star
that I was guided too
All those moments
felt like they were far to few
Was it all just an illusion
did I ever really know you
It seems in this case
True North wasn't true
to the south
off you flew.
Fictional account inspired by
Bernadette Mullick’s poem
titled BTS Dedication.
At first sight, I miss God,
When I think of my father,
Of the primroses in bloom,
When I feed the blinding sun,
Drying up, all the rivers.
I miss God,
When I don’t understand
The purity of the azure,
When I repeat words
In a foreign language,
I miss God,
When I go to Cavale Blanche Hospital,
That I hear screams,
Of suffering persons
Or mad of love?
I miss God
When I write poems,
That no one says,
For friends, or fairies,
In bombed churches
I miss God,
When I walked in Bordeaux,
Without knowing you,
Without being able to count on him,
On the merry ghosts,
I miss God
When I see the bee again
Wasting time on the flower,
When I forget Sevastopol,
Marilyne, and Bernadette.
At first sight, I miss God,
When I leave Tuscany,
When I ask Eluard, Picasso,
Or see the swallows in a hurry
Run away from my country.
As we metamorphose
away from mumbo-jumbo,
we cleave to poetry, abandon prose.
Science is the only one that knows.
I saw it on “Colombo”.
A laptop’s far more useful than a rose.
Remember Walden Pond, and when it froze?
Or when Aunt Bernadette prepared that gumbo?
You won’t forget the north wind when it blows!
America’s best movie? If it chose,
the Number One would probably be ‘Dumbo’.
And ‘Tik Tak Toe’ would be the Show of Shows.
We all have sadness, live through woes,
but strong folk are not looking for macumba.
Rain falls – that’s all we need suppose.
Just check your seams are straight: adjust your hose,
and get out there and trip a raunchy rumba.
You know the tune real well. It’s one of those.
You think that milk and honey are what flows?
I’d like to see you tell Patrice Lumumba!
It’s been that way for many other Joes.
Art long, life short? The poem has to close.
But maybe, from the shadow of the tumba,
some vestige will remain for you to gloze.
Bernadette and Juliet
Alone, alone in her mind
as she sleeps comfortably
now alone permanently
as she drifts away un-noticed
Was it Bernadette or Juliet
that flew away
as the designer was given
a one thousand gun salute
As the glittering buttons
of a non-existent dress
grabs many headlines
allows many excuses to forget
So the role models fling their false tears
not speaking to, not noticing
the unplanned photographers,
Tv cameras that the PR people sent
As our models of hope
are wrenched apart
their love still untouched
by the ravages of the real? world
And all that is left is a world
that can't look smart, that will find
something else to pay ten grand for
in a world with one fewer true love's passion
Form:
Get out your sponges, stippling brushes and pens,
It’s time for makeover-Monday-night to begin.
Think Winky Lux, L’Oréal, Urban Decay,
Maybelline, Armani and Fabergé
It’s a black magic realm where brushes are wands,
where a carnival of colors are carefully crayoned.
We have palettes aplenty, in kaleidoscope hues,
to create fashion looks, both bold and subdued.
In the realm of makeup fashion, where trends never end,
we remodel each other - for fun - when we can.
Tonight, our new friend Jammie has come to watch us play,
and he even brought two bottles of chardonnay.
Lisa has a ‘Miss Rose’ case, like she saw in Bernadette Peters’
dressing room, on a backstage tour of Broadway’s Shubert Theatre.
Konjac, Kabuki, Doe foots, Spoolie, Lisa’s got legit tools to use.
“When it comes to makeup,” she says, “always avoid dupes.”
That night I was the chosen face, the excited living canvas.
Lisa’s a practiced artist, her process is brisk and never tedious.
She painted my lips a crimson cherry, alluring and brightly sensuous,
my brows were moonlit art, my cheeks a midnight adumbrated edifice.
Lisa created a special look, where rebellious edge met elegance.
We took some snaps, then I washed it off - but Jammie was impressed!
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Webster: Adumbrate: “to partially outline and obscure”
Slang: “dupes” are off-brand knockoffs of famous luxury brands
Flagrant bird Bernadette feathery flair flamboyant
Towers over average plumage
Parades tassle twist pantomime pow wow warbonnet
Cascade costume illuminating
Cheyenne crowned showgirl, a flurry of torso tumult
Statuesque neck festers fatalism
Stiletto weapon punctuates staid with societal revolt
Rouses a Lady Marmalade rythm
Elusive vermilion mouth majestic Bernadette buxom
Slinks sequined by beside suited
Patrons in shadow of taboo troublesome seduction
Stubble rub struggle translucent
Sashaying aves, aloof eaglet suspended in feminine
Bouyant slow swirl drape tailed koi
Hypnotic bronzed bends transmit treacle pheromone
Concocts a carbonated cider void
26th June Too sexy!
Maelore, King of the Mountain, owning the Mountain’s Wealth
This summer heat has been brutal, affecting the Lions Health
His mistresses, Miss Kitty, Bernadette, the renegade Linda Sioux
The weasels, chipmunks, squirrels and rabbits stay out of Maelore’s view
Chewing on a Milkweed does nothing for Maelore the mountain King
The growl of an empty stomach is the only song starvation will sing
Now the Moutain King, Loves his ladies : He only aims to Please
At Farmer Brown’s there’s chicken for delicious “Chicken Fricassee”
Now Maelore told Miss Kitty; under the light of the bright full Moon
“When they wake up, tell Bernadette and Linda Sioux I’ll be back real soon
A Shotgun Blast ominously echoes across the Mountain’s Forest Floor
Miss Kitty, Bernadette, the renegade Linda Sioux, would see Maelore :
N E V E R M O R E
HGarvey Daniel Esquire Wrote this for Constance ~ The Ramblling POET’S ~
Contest “ Cat Poems “ Dedicated to Constance, Barbara, and Linda-Marie
Cold gray stone that stands so right please watch over my love tonight.
For she was taken from my side on that cold November ride.
Early on the snow did fall quickly it covered all.
The wind howled with deep regret for the loss of my love my dearest Bernadette.
As the carriage started its slide I held her close and looked into her eyes.
Deep within her heart I could see all the love she held for me.
Alone now I stand through this life, alone with my tears my heart in strife.
Cold gray stone that stands so right please watch over my love tonight.
JSergi
written 11/5/2013
Contest: New Poets of Soup
The funeral was well attended
Nobody came
It was sad in a way
Clashed with the dog passing away
There was a friend with a leg
When I say a leg
I actually mean two
Though he had the flu
The Priest nearly made it
But he passed too
The butcher discussed it with the baker
In the newsagents where the notice was placed
Was it his wife who put it in
Well yes, to begin
Then a black guy called Fred
Placed another, hopefully dead
Followed by Titch
Who looked quite rich
But was really his bit..
Not to detract from Simon
Frowned the butcher, calling him pieman
Though, that was simplistic
The florist cried foul
She had the contract
But just for a while
It was left to the undertaker
Wade
Who had to subcontract
When thieves stole his spade
Joe from the pub
With the maths degree
Discussed the angles
Buried under a tree
Bernadette, at the bookmakers
Had to agree
Rushing off to mass
Father Joe listened with glee
It was a trying day in the village of Dull
The pub was in mourning
There was a definite lull
But one thing was agreed
As they slowly got pissed
Rover the dog
Would surely be missed.