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Interrogate the trim lady,
this shocked me as I left crazy,
dogged daily-
went to the railings;
as hailingz came dazzling as your whalingz...
Oh master of failing,
let them start scaling,
please let them see me tonight,
in caretakers chemical jailings-
swimming, as I am so finally-
finally starts spiraling-
as if it were with Witz and my warrior who cats,
she dines with disaster LIVE like we showed leaves to shine,
no matter what lived,
we took apart...
Holy design?
As I am designated?
Holy dynamic?
Am I a cry for the fires to let them align?
The great preacher of time.
Tick tock
Time for me to go
Where are you going?
Don't know
Just go away from here
Haha I am just kidding
I am not going nowhere
But I know that God just gave me something
And I haven't figured it out yet
I just know that I forget whatever it was weighing me down
as I felt He lifted it of off me
Does that mean I have become an invincible woman?
Time will tell
Feel so airy so light
As if nothing can touch me
Crazy Toquyen
Haha
I am going to take you with me
On a joy ride
As it would be from now on
Ready?
Okay go
You can go
You can go on your own
I said I would take you
But that doesn't mean you can't go on your own
You!
Once upon my life story...
Once upon a time I was an infant of only 5.5 pounds
Used to cry and make crazy sounds
Once upon a time I was a toddler obnoxious and hyper
I would play all day in my dirty diaper
Once upon a time I was an angry, spiteful kid
Almost everyday I got wrote up and sent to the office for the things I did
Once upon a time I was a ugly duckling
Picked on by girls because of how I looked, everyday I was sulking
Once upon a time I was a weakling
Unsociable I was and mean
Once upon a time I was neglected
The outcast with no place, I was rejected
Once upon a time I reached the age of thirteen
I decided to awaken a potential unseen
Once upon a time I was shunned because of my flaws
Now I am the exact opposite of who I was
Upon this time I am no longer a ugly duckling
Those same girls tried to flirt with me, (funny) in the inside I'm chuckling
Upon this time I am no longer weak
After years of training in martial arts I mastered my physique,
I challenged the football team to a one handed push up contest,
I laughed as I continued my winning streak
Upon this time I am no longer neglected
I am calm, patient, and collected
Upon this time I am eighteen
Graduated last week and now I set off to seek my dreams
And that's the end of my 'once upon a time' story
Online:Profile
(LIE): "Hi! I am a single man, Bachelor clean shaven not even a mustache"
Truth: I'm a cheat, dirty soiled minimal waged job go-tee liken a cat or muskrat
(LIE): Born in Saint Louis Missouri Own my Marketing Company
Truth: Birth in Caviler, Mississippi 2 generation catfish fisherman, got 2 girlfriends one I call my wife;
Have a total of 6 children (one's belongs to the mid wife);
(LIE): Live in a Town home paid for has 4 Bedrooms, Library, Den 5 baths;
Truth: I live in the what we call the bottoms in a shack;
(LIE): 28 Years old
Truth: 57 man that's bold your youngest girlfriend 20
(LIE): Picture posted Clean shaven, Good looking chiseled chin handsome neat trimmed hair
Truth: Such a old intended man with a mustache liken a 1920 criminal whisker like barbels around the mouth only got 3 teeth at bottom of his mouth
Looking like some crazy big-eyed Catfish a freshwater or marine fish with,
typically bottom-dwelling.
In reality I am not the picture posted, I'm not that good looking really
The cat fishing getting better and better fishing the Mississippi River,
far below its normal level
(LIE):Let's meet at a private(public) placement go on a date
Signed: Austen Daniels
Truth: My name is Alan Dunes Jr.
…...........“And I ain't got nothing but trouble for you we're gonna hook up on
Jerry Springer”
GIRLFRIEND,Ya just been...........
CATFISHED
05/12/18
Catfish - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Catie Lindsey
Ever notice silly signs some businesses put up?
Like braille upon the restroom door and drive through banks fixed up,
In case a blind man happens by driving his brand new car,
And wants to use the ATM, they've gone a little far.
How can they read the braille if the way they cannot see?
If driving they use dog or cane or wrap around a tree.
I never saw a blind man drive or inch along a wall,
Looking for a restroom sign in restraunt, bar or mall;
And what's up with these crazy laws they're passing now I see?
A misdemeanor gets you jailed while criminals walk free.
I'm telling you the times have changed, things ain't the way they was.
Folks used to smile and show respect but not no more becuz,
They don't know where you're coming from, they don't know where you've been.
Right is wrong and wrong is right, they're trying to blend in.
I'm tired of trying to blend in, stand in my own defense.
Why can't the laws be like before and show some common sense.
A day we all look forward to growing up
A day surrounded by love and cake
Is now replaced with hate
A day I no longer care for
A day I wish I wasn’t the fastest swimmer
Which is crazy because suddenly I can’t swim anymore
Every year something goes wrong
That reminds me what’s the point
This is just a normal day
Just wake up thank God for life and move on
When I was younger I felt bad for people that don’t celebrate their birthdays
But now I understand
I’m one of those people now
If younger me saw me now
She wouldn’t recognize herself
She would be sad at the sight
I’m not just older
I’m sadder than I was as a child
Today as I sat down to write something,
I ended up conjuring nothing.
No thoughts came to stir up my brain,
And no topic I found save my strain.
The urge to write had grown into a fad,
And I felt I was growing altogether mad.
I was plagued by a fiery fancy to express,
And a tormenting desire unable to suppress.
With a mental state somewhat fierce,
I climbed up and down the stairs.
I stood upside down and raked my head,
So that a little poem, into it would be fed.
Feeling dizzy, I stood suddenly upright.
But on my head hung a heavy weight.
I poured some water over my head,
But knew my fever hadn’t fled.
Madly pacing across the room,
I tripped and fell down on a broom.
Rising, I screamed with all my might,
Making the household ring in fright.
‘What the hell is it?’ I did shout,
And wriggled in pain as from gout.
In mad frenzy, I ran round the house.
No one knew the reason for my fuss.
Soon it dawned on me that I need to be relaxed,
For I was far more than stressed.
So, I sat down and closed my eyes
Thinking, attempting to squeeze out a poem is unwise.
I don’t know how long I sat in meditation,
On waking up I got a fresh direction.
From the grip of an entangling rigor,
I restored my sanity and vigor.
At dawn, on my desk I sat with a clear head.
My senses were alert and my brain, no more dead.
Ink freely spilled down and on fancy’s wings I flew.
Forgot how I had sat the other day without even a clue!
I will have a million monies when I grow up.
I have to make more monies. You can make monies? Sure.
How? You mean you do not have a money-making machine at your house?
Two kindergarteners, in my office, playing.
Holy, moley, guacamole.
Hey, that’s a rhyme! I can rhyme too. Horse and house.
They don’t rhyme.
You did not hear me! HORse and HOUse. They rhyme.
You are a crazy daisy.
Hey that rhymes! Loud fake shriek laugh.
You are funny! Duck. Duck. Goose. Another rhyme.
What about Frosty the Snowman? Begins to sing now.
Money, honey, funny! Giggle, laugh, giggle.
Hey! Don’t touch that! What is it? A Hollipop Lollipop.
Here is some more money. This is a hundred million thousand
Monies, and I am keeping it.
At this point, I am highly interested, disappointed it is only
A bunch of red and white legos. Hey! This is a baby elephant.
Looks like a frog. Laugh! I’m a frog! Ribit! Ribit!
I’m going to make a power. You mean a tower. No. I mean power.
Hey is this a turd horse? I look up, wondering for a second.
Hey! Let’s make a tunder storm!
Yes! Tree horses! One! Two! Tree! One starts after the other
one’s tower. Uh-oh.
Loud laughter! Hey! I catched that before it fell over.
The builder who cries at the thought of an infraction, looks up hard.
I am expecting a sobbing concert.
Instead he holds up a tiny gray cat and says, This is a killer mouser.
They have their arms around each other as they skip back to tare room.
Florence The Goat Lover – FV
She had a wicked laugh, witchlike
Bringing forth Gingerbread House Fright
She lived with goats
They walked through the house gladly
Front door was gone
She wore men’s clothing
Overalls, and she wore a black derby
Her gray hair stuck out in crazy ways
We were terrified of her
Florence, the Goat Lover gave us
Wild stories about black snakes
Curling around her tomatoes
She killed them with a hoe
Which she carried and shook at us
When she wanted to demonstrate
Her murdering ways,
She told us about hangings too.
She had seen them
In her days as a child.
We were mesmerized and terrified
Running out to be with her and her goats
Whenever we could as she walked between gardens.
The goat had a bell, which called us out of our childhood laziness.
The most interesting, frightening,
Terrifying non-woman-like woman
We had ever met, in our ten years of life.
Florence, our childhood hero.
She lived her life on her own terms,
Not caring about social norms or niceties.
She taught me it is okay to be me.
My childhood hero, who always
Shrieked a maniacal Tasmania Devil screech when she saw a snake.
Delighting us in her joy of a good kill.
Written 2-28-2019
Contest: What’s In a Name Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
Twice-a-day, though sun or rain, in storm or wind or snow
The crazy lady fed her strays, and watched them come-and-go
She had a name for every one, and knew them by their face
Though they sometimes had a spat, they treated her with grace
They numbered over thirty, eating more than she could pay
But with bottles and her overtime, she always found a way
She oft-times skipped a meal herself, to make sure that they ate
And sometimes lived in darkness, if she paid the light bill late
Many nights she braved the chill if she couldn't pay for heat
She rarely bought new clothing, or new boots to warm her feet
And it never ruined Christmas when she didn't have a tree
Cuz she bought an extra meal, instead, for her feline family
She made art of cutting corners, though she rarely caught a break
And countless were the comforts that she gave up for their sake
But she never felt it sacrifice, or her own needs thus impeded
She'd lost in love, but like us all, she still needed to be NEEDED
So, if forfeiting for those we love is a nonsensical thing to do ...
Perhaps we should ALL consider ... being a bit more crazy, too.
* SECOND PLACE in the "Crazy Cat Lady" Poetry Contest, Line Gauthier, Sponsor. *