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A mast of goodness seen by the entire neighborhood,
even if the whole body stays beneath the waters;
producing rare sweet wine loved by all
as attitude calmly speaks giving more command to words.
Then possesses a temperament
which unleashes comets of mind softeners.
Just one being with similar make up to everyone else
yet covers a large district
with an umbrella of relationship and a shadow of good deeds.
Wildness and adventures begin to attract
and the temptation alone already tasting creamy and sweet.
Guard is let down to accept a rare stain
forgetting that such reputation commands great attention
and nothing can be hidden no matter how abstract its execution.
The juice turns bitter and fruit becomes rocky
that inner-radiating moon with an orbit of innocence
goes blank and dumped in a muddy lake.
The full mane covering an outstanding charisma
then faces the razor of shame to leave an open head to disgrace.
On such a new morality,
flies perch while its moisture stinks;
strong Irons then rust, surrounded by a general decay.
Redemption folds its arms to do nothing
while condemnation’s slaps are continuously in the increase.
Idiots sit and drink beer on this issue
scoffers and undisciplined minds become volunteer witnesses
then a great personality is dragged down by the rope of opportunists
to reversibly equate themselves to be unfit mates
while causing a fuss
through the noisy welcome from the corrupt class.
This is an indication of society’s affection towards wrong.
A proof that the effect of one bad intimidates that of good in millions
giving an exaggerated caption and devastating headline,
putting one in between suicide and strong will
but when calm is exhibited in crisis and strength in weakness;
humility and acceptance poured out to show imperfection is in all,
the forum is then set to bring out that radiance once again.
In a settlement far from barbaric ideologies
and an analogue system of thinking and beliefs,
climbing all the way up to once again possess that status
is achievable and possible because
dresses can’t be condemned by stains especially when washed.
My name has spread round the neighborhood
anytime I slip and commit the slightest miscue.
The best news caption to all ears
is when the topic centers on my issue.
Their deadly words causing much pain
as they eat up every tissue.
Refusing me all opportunity to redeem myself
as all I end up doing is argue.
Catching Rebecca red handed,
Oh my best friend, even you!
knowing how she stabs me at the back
despite being attached to her like a glue
condemns me beyond redemption
and leaves me totally in black and blue.
These stories are far from being true
and their effects on me
make me dysfunctional like a statue
When considering the root of this problem
I blame myself for giving them the avenue.
Already knowing in and out of me,
they coin their versions and heavily miscontrue.
But this has got to stop!
Swallowing this mess, is long overdue.
The satisfaction and amusement,
they enjoy and accrue
is what I must face
and ensure they discontinue.
No one can be my saviour
only but I, can come to my own rescue.
I now leave my shell,
facing squarely, those who
are dedicated to my pursue.
Goodness me! The result seems quite easy
as they all hide to my subdue.
Then I realize,
I still have some virtue.
Therefore, no one should dare
treat me in disvalue
until you start walking in my shoe
The shifting color-way of the sea,
from comfortable to extreme in dress.
Trash is not carried fashionably,
do not slap on this trend of distress.
There’s an image we strive to maintain,
I promise this does nothing for it.
A sad faux pas leaves only disdain.
The salty sweet smile of the ocean
conveys your long held in aggression.
No way to say this delicately,
it’s destructive to be this careless.
Can’t argue with a necessity
yet we live with this disgusting mess.
Dimethyl sulfide and acid rain
invading your senses bit by bit.
Pollution’s such an awful refrain.
Let beach couture call you to action,
and Mother Earth write out the caption.
Do you even bother to wonder anymore,
When you look at the news,
Or do you just chuckle to yourself,
About the gullibility of some.
Have you stopped asking yourself,
Now you know getting the answer,
Could take years,
And lots of tears.
With the answer not making one iota of difference,
Except that your card could now be marked.
Is it ethical for headlines to be attention grabbers only,
That can produce violent reactions,
Unintended consequences,
And Totally misrepresent the article it is steering one to.
Should the headline writers be given a crash course in human nature,
With many only reading the headlines
Looking at the pretty gruesome pictures,
And ditching the story they are supposedly promoting.
Wouldn't it be cheaper to just print the headlines. It would save a lot of paper, And we could use the wood to build more houses.
With kickbacks more numerous than goals kicked in a season, when the caption - watch this - is placed only above certain articles do you even wonder if people pay to have that above their article.
Is it ethical. By today's standards probably. By yesterday's standards no.
But if you are still asking yourself questions, ask yourself this.
Are misleading headlines dangerous and do they bring out emotions better left in check. And is there evidence of violent reactions to headlines that spark controversy and should those responsible for them be aware of the unintended consequences.
My one consolation here is,
That poets have more depth of character,
And can read between the lines,
As well as the lines themselves,
Can feel the balance in anything written,
And don't believe that many pretty pictures can paint a thousand words.
Cosmos’s Scumbag of the Week Award,
For the first scumbag,
Of the week award
We had two worthy contenders.
The runner up is
Is the congressional representative,
Who felt he would send out
A friendly message
Of peace and goodwill
During the Christmas season,
He had his whole family
Standing by a Christmas tree
Carrying military assault weapons
With the caption,
“Santa, please send more amo”.
Santa should send the family
A note
": For your display of Christmas naughtiness,
I am donating ten thousand dollars
from your bank account,
In your name for each victim
Of gun violence this year,
200 thousand dollars
Thank you for your generous donation,"
The Republican congressional
representative from Kentucky
Did not apologize for the lame
Extremely tasteless and offensive
Not even saying
That it was just a lame
An attempt at a joke.
Tweeting that he had stirred up
A hornets' nest
But it was good
To see the leftist so upset
And he would do it again
Saw nothing wrong with it.
Yet another Christian
Who shows his adherence
To Christian values,
By violating everything,
Christ stood for.
Not doing what Jesus
Would have done.
And did it just
Before Christmas
right after a horrific
shocking shooting
at a school.
Until next time,
When we will award
Another scumbag
Of the week award.
If her campaign goes like warm breeze,
And Trump’s loses its MAGA fizz,
Can an apostrophe
Cause such catastrophe?
In USA it does--
A few days of big buzz,
Which for Soupers forever is.
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Happenings |27.08.2024| political, America
Poet’s note: Is it Kamala Harris’ campaign, or it should be Kamala Harris’s. A great debate goes on in USA-- too much fuss for nothing, one might feel. But I have to play safe for this ditty’s caption with just ‘Kamala Harris campaign’. Why, one may ask. But we Soupers (contributing poets on PoetrySoup.com) know, apostrophe in a caption is a big no, no here. Why again? I don’t know, nor know if God knows.
This is for all the lovers out there
A little rose
I give you this little rose in remembrance of me
And how our love will always be.
Like a red rose so vibrant and true
And how our love – day to day grew.
The aroma of our love floating in the air
Letting everyone know how much I care.
The color of the rose like the blood in my veins
Will forever remain the same.
Your love was all it took – to keep that rose
Alive in your diary book.
You had put a caption on that page
That your love would remain the same.
It’s amazing how a little flower
Can have so much “loving power”!
But like the flower that was nurtured by mother earth
You have taken it for all its worth.
You don’t see the flower as wilted and dead
It’s alive in your head.
You see every petal that holds it together
And makes your love so much better.
A little thing called a rose, has so much to behold.
Now when it is my time and GOD takes me away
My love in that rose will forever stay.
Welcome to my poetic Burlesque
To read this poem you must first undress
If I were near, I must confess
I’d pay close attention, you might have guessed
I don’t wish to appear a bit too rude
But I wrote it, so you must read it, in the nude
Just loose your puritan attitude
A naked body is my libido’s food
There are only a couple of verses more
I hope you have removed all that you wore
I am sure your figure I would adore
Even if your caption would read, “Before”
You cannot read the final verse
Until your birthday suit you are in first
That modesty bubble you really must burst
Our fear of nudity is a horrible curse
Now take a picture to offer proof
You followed the rules – now tell the truth
Email it to me, I’ll treat it with couth
I hope to get a stack that reaches the roof
I waited all year for cotton candy day,
and my excitement had been growing;
oh, now the carnival fair was here,
with the rides and games and shows.
~ And those special smells. ~
We lived close to the fair grounds.
and walked, although I skipped along;
I could hear the high shrills and noise,
and I was beside myself with glee.
~ This is a happy memory. ~
We entered the gates with tickets,
and followed the crowds past tents;
sometimes, Mom stopped to look,
but, I pulled her arm, "lets go."
~The cotton candy was lovely. ~
Mom wanted me to go on rides,
but I was content to sit on the grass;
and eat my huge pink cotton candy.
a news photographer snapped my picture.
~ The caption read, "tot enjoys fair." ~
All day we wandered the fair grounds,
playing bingo- I loved the Merry-Go-Round;
Mom loved the Swings, we were so tired,
but, I convinced Mom that I needed or die.
~ A cotton candy to take home. ~
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September 7, 2020
Poetry/Narrative/All In A Day
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1284-071-03
All Right Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, All In A Day
sponsor, William Kekaula
First Place
I moved into Rochdale in 1964
My Grandparents and I moved in together
We will not be discussing our ages
Just Rochdale and its amazes
History with a continued stride
As a start off, I who can forget the ROCHDALE MOVIE THEATER
On any given Saturday, it would be a sit down and watch movie flicks
James Bond 007 and Ten Little Indians and then there was one
Action and Thrillers
Those two were my highlights
Speaking of aroma and enchanted senses
PETER PAN BAKERY
Fresh breads, Pastries and assorted cakes
Test of the sweet tooth
My ultimate being the STRAWBERRY SHORT CAKE
Also on any Saturday morning, my Grand Mother would have orders delivered of Seltzer and Soda back then
Regarding water, dazzling colorful water fountain close to Niagara Falls that it’s going to get
Beauty and Mist
At every 7:00 pm hour, the entire sky lights up Rochdale at the end of the evening with colorful eventful lights bringing together all neighbors. Hello Neighbor of our community
That is what you call unity back then
My favorite restaurant was from the past was KING KAROL
What can be said was the Big Box of Popcorn
That’s not all, it the Mash Potatoes, Vegetables and Grilled Sirloin Steak
Never left the Ponderosa
Thanks to my Grand Father in the treat
Rochdale Newspaper, yours truly was featured with a photo of me and a white girl riding our bicycles across splashing through a puddle with the caption stating, “THE NEED FOR BIKE PATHS”
Calling Maintenance
Like flash at your door before you can hang up
All prior years in the newness then
At the Big Mall, you had KREUSS and a Men’s Clothing Store
How time flies and what a difference makes
In fact, we had two malls even back when
Participation was my virtue
You would see me at a lot of events in my younger years
For example, HALLOWEEN
This is just a glimpse of my life at ROCHDALE VILLAGE in the beginning to present
There is a lot more, but if I keep going, I would be like the Duracell Rabbit going and going with no end
Those were my happy times in memory
I wish they would return
Thank you for coming along and giving me the opportunity in sharing my journey.