Long Comedienne Poems

from island corner, big Antrim lad
  to Belfast city, a tiny pad
  shattered windows, tilted clocks
  Goliath had lost his socks
  gargantuan giant going mad

  Armagh apple girl, any topic
...

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Television triptych throwback

and despite remote chance 
to channel small medium at large
metamorphosis I may witness 
analogous to caterpillar
will transform me into a butterfly
otherwise Norwegian bachelor (batch chiller)
farmer will simply plow along
taking a stab writing "FAKE"...

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W?rdz sp?ld k?'r?kt 'v?rs?s f?'n?t?k'sp?l??

alternately titled fun with phonics
'?lt?rn?tli 'ta?t?ld f?n w?ð 'f?n?ks
analogous when like first learning how to spell American English words

?'næl?g?s w?n la?k f?rst 'l?rn?? ha? tu sp?l ?'m?r?k?n '??gl?? w?rdz

I thought to...

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Non-bachelor (batch chiller)
"FAKE" horror thriller
available Netflix starring
ghost of Phyllis Diller
stand up comedienne killer
brought down haunted house
witch sea hunt accompanied

theme song referencing Argonaut tiller
Greenwich Village location Barney Miller
lite precinct brewed fare of corpse
unearthed dead comedy duo...

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Can someone give me the address of a princess?
       The fires of my loneliness fills my life with much distress.
Destroys my dreams and all my happiness.
   ...

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On Wells Street in Chicago, is a sweet comedic treat.
Second City Theater for laughs and where many found their beginnings on plain stage, their life's heartbeat.

No "Phantom of the Opera" no lines, no costumes, no...

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I remember the first day well,
with your glorious bright red hair you burst into the room
like a struck match,and everyone's face lit up.
Model, comedienne, everyone's favourite Auntie, crush,
paramour in dreams, happiness in stilettos, all bundled...

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Here are my instructions for when I leave this world to go into the “magic realm of possibilities”, the heaven on another plane. For it will be so much better, it will make this Earth...

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ON STAGE DREAMS

On rare nights, those bubbling dreams return.
My heart, thumps madly, tummy all achurn.
For I once again get to relive that joy, it’s so splendiferous.
To make an audience, happy, feeling I make a difference!


The...

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Why Oh Why Oh Me.

Oh why oh why do have so much bad luck
 My hands are tied
My feet are stuck
I’d be much better off being Mr Bean 
Or Donald duck
Than me

I try so damn...

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A sweet poetess, most worth reading!
Not only prolific, but in her heart-moving words, terrific.
She waltzes far above professorial,impressive words,
Expresses herself above overdone imagery, that is absurd.


Does not try to be a poetic comedienne!
But pours her...

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There was a Tilley Willy in her back
It was a seasoned one with pneumonia hack.

Sasha had been trying to shake it since lunch
It had grown up with the McMillian bunch.

It had tentacles that wrapped around...

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I have recognized many old ladies, but I know two of them.
They were Florence and Duno, both crackerjacks.
Their sense of humors rose in the sky and went to Jupiter.

I saw lots of old ladies with...

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A doctor checked tears of men and women
And labelled them as tear-cock and tear-hen;
Tear-cock often cackled;
Tear-hen looked so baffled;
Doctor giggled like a comedienne.



QUIN-TO your five line Poetry Contest
Contest sponsor: Brian Strand
Nov. 21, 2020 
(Originally the...

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“Seriously,” the comedienne rasps: “can we talk about coffee?!”
The palms of my feet grind the beans in my sleep.
My bathrobe ties dangle, my hair’s unbrushed.
Can of spinach don’t do much, but caffeine aroma lifts me...

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what’s my sign

what a fool

‘kick my behind’

they thought me

a tool

scalped by the scalpel 

forsooth

the sore truth

the eyesore 

galoot

the prophecy foretold

as they pinned

the tail-on-the-donkey

hee haw

the jokes on them

as i was peeved

they were

pie’d

this fool

ain’t 

no fool

fee-fi-fo-fum

i

one-upped

‘em

as Edith...

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hexastich with rhyme

I drink my coffee standing on alert
knowing that my tasks move this chunk of dirt
on its axis... my world, my family.
Of necessity, I grab each moment
attacking life with God, at faith's expense
wringing out...

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