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A priest describes his equivalent
Of the big bang theory
He said imaging an explosion
That takes place in a printing factory
Ink is splattered in the air
But not all over the place
Only coating the metal letters
As they fly through time and space.
The metal letters strike the papers that float
Gently toward the ground
And pile perfectly one on top of the other
With the edges in gold and leather bound
And when you walk in the aftermath
Look down at the pile you will smile
For you will see a perfect copy of
The King James Version Bible.
What are the chances of that happening?
The Big Bang Theory is for scientists you see
Believing in what is in the bible is for me.
A big heart in the sand
Beyond the weary water line
alone in quelled explore
These footprints lead uncharted miles,
the first of many more
To wander in a time once known,
reflective worries gleam
In sand dune wishes washed away
and thoughts of what they mean
This setting sun shall rise again,
bring mornings to their due
Softer shades to paint the way
hypnotic scenes to view
While on this beach of moon lit swirls
I count each star above
These tiny lights of missing you,
still glisten of our love
When now this silent vacant space,
misplaced of harmony
Where shadows play of times before
and what this world could be
Sitting here these shifting sands,
my heart does swim the tide
Ebb and flow desires sung,
of tear drops cast aside
When there a distant light appears,
so deep within my stare
A silhouette of fantasy
approaching glistened flair
I rub my eyes, once blurry, cleared
for this that I now see
Along a coast of sea foam dreams,
you walking here to me
To take me swift into your arms
dark eyes to meet my gaze
Longing for the past returned
of brighter sunny days
With lips afire on my own
and rapid pulses pace
The glow of evening’s summer light
awash upon your face
I watch as you proceed to draw
a big heart in the sand
Encompassing the two of us
within it we now we stand
Lulled of curved horizon’s smile,
immersed this blushing sky
Drenched in breaths of only you
and every sultry sigh
With midnight song and passion’s bliss
we stroll again this sea
Like waves that fall our endless strand
forever, you and me
Good night Soupers
Have a great weekend
See you again on Monday
Billy Bob Bear was on an adventure on a bright, breezy day
Birds and bees swarmed in to light his path, to show him the way
Bunnies were hopping along, in a hippity hoppy sashay.
It was going to be an adventure that would make him laugh and play.
His cousin Big Burly Ben came along and asked if he could go too.
As pirates, they sailed a ship round the bend, with a hullaballoo.
I’m on board said his friend, Bitsy Bumblebee Bear, fingers full of goo.
She brought honey cakes and a picnic basket with an emblem of blue.
Bees and birds were intrigued, entranced and followed the crew.
Sailed from New York to Cape Canaveral before they were through.
They washed their laundry in the ocean, also where they took a pooh.
They had a great time playing a guitar also, these cousins, bears two.
Oh, maybe I forgot to mention that after their lunch Bitsy did not fit.
They had gotten bigger; the bunnies had joined them post-knit.
Billy Bob and Big Ben welcomed then, pretended to be close knit.
For they needed tasty lunches, on their adventure, post wit.
Deep in a crack live some real tiny creatures
Between horns and tail they're just two millimetres
But these tiny critters are such hungry eaters
They eat smaller bugs in the carpet near heaters
But one day the bugs by the heaters were gone
And now there was nothing to be fed upon
One tiny bug said if there’s nothing smaller
We’ll have to eat something that’s longer or taller
A voice from the deepest dark part of the crack
Said now I suppose you will welcome me back
You stuck me back here like a freak in a zoo
But now you need me for I’m bigger than you
He entered the light where the crack opened wider
The really big bug was as big as a spider
Some tiny bugs hadn’t seen him before
They gasped for his head was so far from the floor
His fangs were so sharp and his horns were so long
His tail was a whip and his shell good and strong
He stood tall and proud and his war cry was loud
He watched as a path opened up through the crowd
His antennae twitched as he sensed something tasty
He said, “Lunch is coming so let’s make this hasty.”
A big kiss from one tiny bug that was cute
And then he was crushed by the home owner’s boot
So the big tiny thing achieved nothing at all
For big tiny things are still pretty small
[I had to categorise this as ‘Nursery Rhyme’ as neither
‘Life’s a B*tch’ or ‘Wicked’ were available options…
Shame, eh?]
Heaven help
The unfortunate bloke
Who got caught
By a big Jim joke
I heard laughing voices and wondered why
Then surfaced from gonk under open sky
Didn’t take very long to understand it
In the cookhouse queue still in my pit
Now in those days I slept in the raw
(Not these days, not any more)
Grabbed a blanket grabbed a sheet
Scooted off on my bare feet
Mustering any the dignity I could find
And showing all my bare behind
The girls all laughed for weeks and weeks
With jokes about my dimpled cheeks
And nobody knew how I got there
And by and by I didn’t care
And when Big Jim shook my hand
I forgot any revenge that I had planned
For I could see the funny side
Of my embarrassing sleepy ride
And I drank his beer in its stead
And ever after wore keks in bed
Heaven help
The unfortunate bloke
Who got caught
By a Big Jim joke
Once knew a jolly old pirate named Sid
Robbed from the rich and kept it he did
The old rhyme is wrong, Sid was a jerk
He'd push old ladies down in the dirt
Heard that his childhood was really quite sad
Not only that, his breath was quite bad
His shipmates wondered, was Sid really happy
He always seemed strange and really sappy
Perhaps in childhood all the girlies made fun
Had backup lights on his extra large bum
Sid was quite sensitive so in later years
He wore a long coat to cover up his rear
One night his pirate ship lost all it's power
Sid to the rescue, his bum shone for hours
So ever since then, he's a proud son of a gun
An old pirate's tale bout Sidney's Big Bum
I recall dad's tree
to be specific the one for Christmas
it was all up to me and dad
I can still hear my mom
get me a nice tree this year with no gapping holes
a big tree not some pathetic tree like last year
so off we went singing Christmas songs
no problem said dad smiling !
and snowflakes were falling all filigree
at the Christmas tree lot
dad asked the man for the biggest tree
it was so tall and though bound up
it looked really, really big
at home we had a problem getting it inside the door
so dad had to cut off a bit so it would fit into our house
when we finally got it in
it had huge holes everywhere !
and my happiness sailed across the sky
I looked at dad questioning his choice
no problem he said to me
decorations will hide the flaws
so we put on the lights and all the decorations and tinsel
and called in mom for a viewing and she yelled
the top was gone !
where am I suppose to put my angel
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December 8, 2020
Poetry/Free Verse/the story of dad's big tree
Copyright Protected, ID 12-1310-505-08
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Story From Your Childhood
sponsor, L MILTON HANKINS, Judged 12/10/20
The big turtle of Galapagos.
Turtles, in general, are not good at communicating with anyone, at least those odd figures who talk a lot and sometimes sing
The big turtle of the Galapagos does remember when a big storm had blown over the world and many ships had run ashore on the island
She had been ashore laying egg in a hollow and when she emerged, her way to the ocean was blocked by broken ships, big chests sailors used to carry around since they had no shells He appeared in front of her, a man in linen trousers said he would help her and began clearing the beach, talking at the same time as humans tend to do
His name was Carlos Hamsun
and he wore linen trousers and a matching shirt, since he was alone and had no servant, his trouser were rather dirty
Nothing much happens in a turtle's life, but when something happens, it remembers like having
a picture taken, a photo that never fades
Since she had spent years when not laying eggs, there was not much to tell, that is why she remembered
Carlos Hamsun, humans have bad memories and need individual names
especially now with so many tourists hogging the beach, making it difficult to find a suitable hollow to lay eggs.
Not that she lays eggs anymore, but she likes to go ashore dig a hole and rest a bit, which is not easy now that
a bloody zoologist has made her famous
The Big Screen
Got my bags packed: On my way,
the last five were pulled today.
Getting stiff, getting dizzy-
Stomach-shrinking from
tolerating the intolerable.
On my way to the big screen
No turning back, no detours.
Got my bags packed...not getting
off the train until I reach
“Re-play your life Avenue".
I knew it.... she got it twisted,
I was not in that picture,
never played that scene...
God will prove it on the big screen...
“I hate when people use you
as an extra, after the fact” ...
Then add you to bit parts
That you’ve never played.
Give you roles in which you
were never featured.
I was not in that picture, had no part in it.
Never played, nor practiced that scene...
I will see it on the big screen!
They said I said those words;
Stuff that I never even heard.!
Scripts I never, recited nor rehearsed.
“They’ll put words in your mouth”
the ole' folks would say.
There will be no more hearsay
No ad-lib
"We shall see said the blind man" –
because I am on my way
to the big theater in the sky...
My Creator with the remote;
Navigating through the footage
Of my life and time.
I am on my way to the
big theater in the sky...
“Oh, we shall see indeed”.
“That was not my deed”.
I am on my way to the big
theater in the sky...
“To view the Big Screen”
Revealing the whole scene.
As I sit in the front row
There you will find me:
Reviewing the:
“Re-play” of my Life.
We children gathered around the table.
The aromas were rich and dense, we fidgeted.
But we had one last thing to do - before we began the feast.
We all, in our places, held hands, smiling, as my dad began to sing
- and, after a beat, we all joined in.
** To the tune: “Rudolph the red nose reindeer*
“Leonard the big leg turkey
had two great big turkey legs
and if you ever saw them
you would actually say, “they’re big.”
All of the other turkeys
they would laugh and call him names
they never let poor Leonard
join in any turkey games
Then one foggy Thanksgiving eve
The pilgrims came to say,
“Leonard with your legs so big”
“How’d you like to join our Thanksgiving gig?”
Then how all the turkeys loved him
and they shouted out with glee
“Leonard the big legged turkey,”
“you’ll go down in history.” (like the light bulb)
“you’ll go down in history.”
“you’ll go down well with graveyyyyyyyyyy.”
Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
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