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The reunion that caused all of the zany brouhaha
From a family kerfuffle with one humorless raw flaw
It all went down quite swiftly, in a quick split lickety
And ended outside in the hedges most thorn thickety
A tray of food put cattywampus on the table by papa
Slipped and fell in by our taradiddle called mama
She was always a snip uppity and pinch or two persnickety
Especially toward mad uncle Ed who's getting old and rickety
As she landed on her derriere he let out a great guffaw
We chuckled and chortled but soon saw our big faux paw
She hurled everything at us from cups to fence white pickety
We dodged and ran fast as we can it was quite a sticky wickety
Flabbergasted brother Bob signaled to hurry with a caw caw
Grampa ran by gramma and pinched her rump with Ooh la la
She caught us all with a sprightly jump, hop and a skippety
And threw us in that hedge like a wild flibbertigibbety
This tale may be strewn with yickety yak and blah blah blah
But that's how ma and pa caused all that wacky brouhaha
January 28, 2023
Writing challenge B word poetry contest
Sponsor Constance La France
Theme : Brouhaha
Country western songs are for the lonely and the sad
They drone on and on, and some are truly pretty bad.
If you have heard one, you have pretty much heard them all.
Most are about the good guy losing the pretty girl after all.
Oh, give me a country western wail and shrill twang
Where the moon dogs howl and the moon doth clang
Give me a cowboy with a belt buckle that flips and flops
Bore me to death until my bored heart stops
Country western music blah blah blah
The drummer can drum it with a rah rah rah
You can sleep through it for it is silly, lah dee dah
Country music blah blah blah
Country western songs are for the ones who like to drown
In their own mire and muck, human dogs from a pound
Country western gives me no personal happiness or delight.
I would rather listen to the news stations throughout my night.
Oh give me a country western truck that I can take mudding.
A motor I can ruin and make my dad pay for, McFudding.
Give me a rodeo, some chaps, a lasso and some worn boots.
Throw in a bull, cow, or horse, and send me down some hay chutes.
Country western music blah blah blah
The drummer can drum it with a rah rah rah
You can sleep through it for it is silly, lah dee dah
Country music blah blah blah
Your words coming at me like a dark cloud
Stop thinking so loud
Causing a black stain
In my brain
Blah blah blah is what I hear
That buzzing in my ear
That dark cloud settles around me
Making it hard to see
Bringing me down
Excuse this frown
Throw me a life jacket before I drown
The dark
Lifes little lark
Strengthens its hold
Makes me old
Cold
Lost and found
Seems I'm hell bound
This is my fight
Lost sometimes, is my light
No where to hide
In my soul it does abide
Feel so much
Life and such
Inner strength so hard to find
When life is so unkind
There is no pill
To cure my ill
Lost in rewind
Today tomorrow
A lifetime of fighting this sorrow
Some strength, I may need to borrow
I refuse to bow
Give up, I don't know how
So here I am at last
Cause tomorrow comes so fast
When lost in the past
Searching each day
For a way
To beat another night
Yes, still that fight
Hear my scream
Oh that was only in my dream
So real it did seem
Everyday the same
Am I to blame
Am I really alone
That's what I have been shown
It's all good
Just kinda misunderstood
I may be wrong
My day has been long
As is each new day
Nothing new to say
Good day
Paint By Numb -brrs
A picture was there, all cut up with
lines forming strange shapes. I
seldom knew what the picture was
or if it ever became what it was.
“Take the blue pencil and color all
the shapes with the number 5 inside”.
Sort of an artistic “Where’s Waldo” game.
I was never good at “hide and seek”, so
the numbers often escaped me.
Somewhere around, “Take the orange
pencil…blah…blah…..blah……,
I had already left the reservation and
was creating a mosaic of leaves, sort
of a bad day in an autumn alleyway.
Then the voice of the six foot tall
Penguin Lady announced, “Put down
your pencils!” Somehow there was
a warning in that tone meant to alter
my plans for the day. The black and
white shadow loomed over me and
my Autumn Alleyway. The idea that
I was allowing my innate creativity
free expression slunk away like a
cur dog in defeat. Escape into the
colors, the mystery, the joy of
just playing with the colors,
I found, came at a price. This has
been a recurring theme usually
followed by the query: “Was it
worth it?” The answer was, and is,
always the same: “You bet your sweet
ass it was.” This answer was sometimes
less audible than at other times
when it was answered loudly,
confidently, with power and
conviction. With time, came power,
courage, and respect for the colors.
Respect for the invitation they offered
those many years ago, respect for the
lessons they taught me. Respect for the
pencils, the colors, the spaces,
and the numbers that I made my own.
John G. Lawless - 9/19/2014
for PD's - A poem you have not entered in a contest #13
Blah blah blah, opinions from the ditch.
These unwanted comments really make my backside itch.
So many point their fingers without knowing, all of the facts.
Such ignorance and stupidity, is really lacking tact.
Arrogance and politics will always bring about a tear.
People like George Soros can kiss my big white rear.
Foreign intervention is not in our needs.
Wake up America and stop these dirty deeds.
Here is your conspiracy theory, brought forth in black and white.
There is another group that’s causing us all to fight.
Has common sense now left us?
Why throw others under the bus?
The cops are here to help us they don’t always cuff and bust.
We need to deal with facts and start building up our trust.
Can you imagine where we would be, if not for our brothers in blue?
Society would crash and burn and we would all be screwed.
I sit at my bench again,
this whole scene is getting old.
Same old sinners skulking in,
same defense a trillion-fold.
Now the room fills up with steam.
Next, flames shoot up through the grate.
I'm so bored I want to scream!
Here's the part I really hate...
Blah, blah, blah, "I beg you, sir,
this is all one big mistake...!"
Ugh! Stop clutching at my fur!
YOU'LL be burning at the stake.
I've been doing this so long,
I forgot when it began.
Sentencing the endless throng
of the very worst of man.
NEXT...! Let's go - don't hold the line,
I've got legions more to see.
Quicksand... Sharks... Irate canine...
Punishment is up to me.
Used to be I really dug
civic aspects of this job,
now I just want to unplug
from this whole unholy mob.
What if men just acted right?
What if more went UP, than down?
Maybe I'd take off a night...
or perhaps go out of town...
WAIT. Did I just have that thought??
Oh my badness, I'm not well...
Feel my head - am I still hot?!
...Guess there ARE cold days in hell!
Call me Gillespie
At the thought of choosing sides
This all makes me Dizzy
Where ones befuddled and the other lies
White toothed grinning alligator
Beady-eyed crocodile
Which will we regret later
We'll find out for sure after awhile
One to build a wall to keep us all
Safe from those who want a home
The other swinging doors wide open
Sweeping out deplorable's
Reading from the dictionary
They would make a lot more sense
Starting out with the B's
Blah, Blah, Blah, He said, She said
I wonder when we the sheeple
Will stand up and call their bluff
Give this all back to the people
Finally say enough's enough
Is this the best they have to offer
Who's to win this losing game
Will it be the constant cougher
Or the billionaire that's clearly insane
Sadly, this crazy train needs a conductor
To carry this fragile freight
Watch out for the Loco-motion though
As we jump track on this runaway
I'm a little bit crazy
Sanity hasn't been found lately
Laughing uncontrollably at the unbelievable
The chaotic mess in my head is inconceivable
Stupid lights my fuse
Love tangles my noose
Every which way but loose
The inmates have control of this Asylum
The sugar cookies are already done
Lies made from gold
Dreams of hands so cold
Mind meld of the Vulcan sort
Remnants of sense in my Sanity Report
Randomness and self doubt has bad timing
Nightmares have no silver lining
Highest of highs and lowest of lows
Full throttle is the only way I know
Life smacks me in the face on the daily
Light is harder to find lately
Fear not only for the dark ahead
But for the laughs that come from the voices in my head
Laughs could mean the voices r happy
Unless it's evil like the clown named Slappy
Really, evil wasn't the intention
But I'm sure she is who I was going to mention
Things can get dicey when u can't see through the smoke
Some things left unsaid and hopefully nothing broke
Blah Blah Blah
Wah wah wah
Jokey joke joke
Make fun and poke
Maybe end it with a quote
"In ur mind is the only place wishes hold hope"
Maybe too................................real
Maybe too................................deep
Maybe too much from............inside
Maybe too much......................you
Exactly where I want to be ^
Risque, naughty, maybe shouldn't have
Don't worry, I won't tell anybody u liked it
But what if someone asks
I got it!
I'll just tell them....
It was just the ramblings of a poet
No we are all but standing sons and daughters
Barefoot is standing in shallow water
Bereaved and buried we walk
in unison in parade
underneath the cloud in heaven
the one that touches Embraces the Earth
Barefoot is standing in shallow water
we are not bound but bonded to our girts
and renaissance and truths we speak depression
while we learn in our sadness we abolish obsession nevertheless we stand a bliss and in our accomplishments we stand unopposed
Barefoot is standing in shallow water
Bereaved and buried we walk
Humanity negativity blah blah blah talk
Witness we raised hands
in the goodness and the bad we stand
So and confess nevertheless we are blessed
We are all God's creation children
BAREFOOT STANDING IN SHALLOW WATERS
6/1/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
Laura Mackenzie,
Phillips was checking out while,
Doting fans were near, waiting
For her autograph,
She had a City Ledger
Account, the studio will
Pay, she only needs
To sign it. Constant trouble
Made for the short attention
Span, "Please sign here...", she
cut me off, grabs some hotel
Stationery and proceeds
To autograph it,
"HUGS & KISSES THAT'S FROM THE
MISSES--but before she signs
It,--TO,--looks at me
And says, "Who?", I gave her my
kid sister's name. We are not
Allowed to have one's
Autograph--LISE", I placed
her account in front of her
She gives it the once-
Over, signed it, gave her a
Copy and told her we are
Done, "We at Hilton...,
Blah-blah-blah, Thank you!"--then I
told the doting crowd, "She's yours!"
(Y-E-A-H!)
***ONE DAY AT A TIME, and one such of many tidbits with the stars.
Date: 08/28/2019
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