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With her eyes of brown and her Farah Fawcett hair
And that smile, that is contagious
A heart of gold, and a gentle touch
She's my fairy tale princess
diamond amongst the coal
A joy to behold, a joy to be with
She stirs my heart and pleases my eye
In fact the joy she brings is contagious
A cheeky grin a winning way
A swagger in her walk
And that laugh, that is contagious
She will always be there for the one's she loves
With a helping hand or a word of support
You just can't help but love the girl shes contagious
She's too die for, lie for, or just adore
She's contagious.
To know her is to love her, you would miss her in your day
Your eyes would miss her smile, and your soul would be sad that she's away.
So celebrate that she is contagious each and every day.
comp entry 14042016 reason 1st poem I wrote for the girlfriend on valentines day few years back
Master Brown you have let me down
And yourself too
Please explain in simple terms why once again
I have not yet received homework from you
Not that this surprises me it seems a general rule
Have you some objection to doing lessons after school?
Master Brown looked up at his teacher with a cheeky grin
The picture of innocence, devoid of any sin
He was a little character, personality plus
He didn't fight or quarrel or make any fuss
With one eye on his teacher the other looking at the yard
He wanted to go out and play
So had to think extremely hard
I couldn't do my homework because
I haven't got my book
You may not believe me, sir
I know who took my homework book
The teacher prepared himself for another tale of woe
He knew there was no limitation on where Master Brown's
Imagination could go
As I sat down to start my homework
I began to feel hot
When I looked out of the window
I got an enormous shock
I heard wings flapping and something aflame
The heat cracked the window
And in the monster came
It looked like a winged dinosaur
I didn't know it's name
It was boiling hot and windy
I was in a dreadful state
This creature swooped on my desk
And ate
My homework
Master Brown finished with a huge sigh
He had convinced himself his tale was true
And not a lie
His teacher had listened, it was a whopper for sure
He gave Master Brown a lecture and more
Extra homework
That would keep him busy for a while
And then he asked Master Brown if he thought the creature
Could have been a Pterodactyl
1 February 2021
My window shut,
blocking Summer’s fierce gaze
and brown haze from distant flaming timbers.
One machine cools the room,
then my cats and I may nap.
Another, like a Vegas magician,
pulls gallons of water
from the air we breathe.
My window shut,
glazed by Winter’s cruel lick,
outside sheets of ice and broken branches.
Furnace air and a space heater
blanket us with dry heat.
Eyes itch, hands and heels crack,
another device weaves soothing water
into the air we breathe.
I met a man, years ago,
who lived inside an iron lung.
It did the work of breathing for him.
His hapless head stuck out one end
of what seemed a metal casket on wheels.
With cheeky laughter, he read everything
and used his mouth to write.
I crack open my window.
(published in “Boats Against the Current”, 2023)
Much to my chagrin
barely discerned, noticed above
the celebratory Republican din
the commander in chief
all smiles with engined
haired cohorts evincing
ear to ear tousled grin,
feather in cap for apprenticed
president and kin,
which exemption, sans suspected
collusion deflated balloon,
asper impeachment with figurative pin,
hoof foresees unbridled spin
and reluctantly I admit a win
for oval office occupants,
now crowing with dens zen
of Democrats nemesis,
sought after cat in bag
to snag the 20/20 election - dag
nabbit, now suddenly hands off
to hot synonymous to a burning flag
infuriating an angry red bull,
whereby kicked up dust dost gag,
no doubt Donkey Kong doth lag
behind Elephant given boost
regarding race to occupy Oval Office,
(bout 18 months hence) with swag,
yet partisan bickering
promises divisiveness about
conclusion Robert Mueller,
political party in power will flout,
and hammer home (sic) cull
doughboy Putin on Ritz with nary a pout,
and suddenly a shoe win victory...
finds this average Joe
Biden envisioning a rout
as campaign soon begins in earnest
unwise to toss in hat, and tout
positive opinion billionaire tycoon barren
glistening pearly whites, and smug Darren
any naysayer to cross
twittering account Heron,
now that his ego the size of Taj Mahal,
where head honcho rear in
to pull out all stops with
unsheathed claws tear wren
into every mass media
to disseminate latest twist,
deflecting opprobrium
with many voters pissed
and disillusioned at unsubstantiated list
of purported high
crimes and misdemeanors,
perhaps taking cheeky liberty,
viz various sundry gals tubby kissed
rapidly punctuating exhortations grist
for milling potential resurgence
with pumping fist
feeling on top of the world,
no doubt glad to exist.
memorable one-liners
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Written By: Sobre El Amor
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Sassy describes someone who is lively
someone bold
with confidence and displaying a
charmingly fresh attitude
a spirted witty and slightly cheeky Woman,
that what I have with you.
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We fell in love in Ole Del Rio
neath ah strawberry moon
we were two lovers
taking chances
singin an Ole Lover's tune
when the music made us happy
we stood to do our thang
bouncin swayin and grooving
while the singer and band
did there thang
we feel in love in Ole del Rio
listening to an Ole Crooner sing
I said something nice
nothing fancy when she
showed her fancy gown
sexy model had me thinkin while
she pranced and promanded around
We fell in love In Ole Del Rio
Neath a Strawberry Moon
the music started playing
folk jumped up like they were
on there honeymoon
I am thrilled for you
Really and truly I am
Loyal servant am I
And a fair-weather fan
I love that you wear
Your heart on your sleeve
When it comes to the sharing
Of what you believe
And although I may never
Stumble across
You out shopping, at a bus stop,
Or out dancing to Bros
I will really be sad
At the end of your reign
For I know this will never
Happen again.
You have led and encouraged
Set the tone for this place
Made your mark, you could say
More than sharing your face
On the money we spend
And the letters we write
You have been a consistent,
Glimmering light.
I hear that you laugh
Far much more than we see;
That you're joyful and cheeky
When you are able to be.
And my favourite moment,
As I'll tell you in heaven,
Was when you teamed up
with 007
I will ask of your thrones:
"Have you ever sat in 'em?"
Regardless, I'll say:
"You're still worthy of Platinum"
So a heartfelt congrats,
In a simple refrain..
All the best to you Ma'am
On your 70-year reign.
Jinjagoliath
2nd June 2022
Your eyes are failing
It's been a while
Although you've got
That cheeky smile
Their service contract
Long expired
So grandpa you should
Have retired
Your speedy legs
Once raced the best
Now traded plaudits
For old string vest
You fought and won
With strength and poise
Now mostly sleeping
(plus buzzsaw noise)
We know your parts
Are obsolete
Just worn so thin
Or incomplete
Yet priceless you,
So loosely held
No screws in place
Just fractured weld,
Have grasped our hearts
With all you've done
Guided the truth
For everyone
Your value
Can't be held in stocks
Although you've shared
It's you that rocks
You might be old
And slightly rustin'
You'll always be our own
Steve Austin
You are quite priceless
That's our opinion
To us you are
One in six million
They were my first.
Scratched-up knees
now hid beneath glorious
and itchy denim.
That was an ageless summer,
sweaty days had to be suffered,
as skinny legs
were proudly sequestered under
new blue jeans.
I bought a comb,
my reflection in shop windows
grew a lot taller.
The girls, O those twelve-year-old girls
and their pink bubblegum knees!
I dreamed of being adult enough to flirt
and not get hurt
by their cheeky, cheeky ways.
I was in-between,
my jeans were too long,
baggy around the bottom,
tight in the crotch.
The year was far too short
but looking back
it fitted me perfectly well.
Monkey, Monkey : Part One
Monkey, monkey, climbing up a tree,
Eating a banana, or laughing at your friends pee.
Monkey, monkey, with your friends and family;
Monkey, monkey, you’re so happy and free.
Monkey, monkey, chewing on a leaf;
Monkey, monkey, swinging through the trees.
Monkey, monkey, your so hairy;
Monkey, monkey, you live in bliss.
Monkey, monkey, you look so funny;
Monkey, monkey, you’ve got such a happy grin.
Monkey, monkey, you’re so cheeky;
But now little monkey, you’ve been caught by me.
Monkey, monkey, don’t fear me;
Monkey, monkey, stop screaming!
Monkey, monkey, worried about losing your family;
Monkey, monkey, you’re no longer free.
Monkey, monkey, welcome to the zoo, your sanctuary;
Monkey, monkey, imprisoned by me.
Monkey, monkey, you will make me wealthy;
Monkey, monkey, you will make me happy.
Monkey, monkey, you’re there for them to see;
Monkey, monkey, behind bars sat in your tire swing.
Monkey, monkey, why aren’t you happy?
Monkey, monkey, do something!
(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
I've always been bothered by that old saying
that we should accept things we cannot change.
It should also say, "and things we can't rearrange."
A friend suggested we should be content with "things"
instead of being worrisome watchdogs
like those eager elves, the irascible imps sitting on shelves
with gremlin grins on their cheeky faces.
In part, he meant we shouldn't take seriously
what others say or think about us.
We can't control tittering tongues
or those who are dubious doubters of what we say or do.
It's all about the big "A" word... Attitude.
I'm not promoting another 'A' word... apathy.
Of course, we should care about things we cannot change,
but maybe it's worse to care too much.
We don't live in a fairytale fantasy world
in which everything has a happy ever after ending,
but we can be more content in life if we stop fretting
by not forgetting that there are many situations
and people we cannot control... nor should we want to.
All causes of stress, I must confess, are hazards to our health,
but having knowledge of Shikata Ga Nai can ease strife,
making life more pleasant. So, why don't we give it a try?
Have a 'Hakuna Matata' moment ~ a "problem free philosophy."
Adopt the ability to accept the inevitable
by avoiding the adrenaline rush, the cranial crush
that transpires in our brains when we remain daunted,
anxiously apprehensive over not being able to alter things
we cannot adjust, such as the neurosis of a nervous twitch
when we cannot switch things around to suit our wants.
If something is Shikata Ga Nai and cannot be helped,
the change that needs to occur must come within us.
I'm reminded of another Disney movie, Frozen,
in which Elsa sings, 'Let it go.'
That's good advice to remember and follow.