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Speed dating if you're a senior , can be an ordeal.
But it would be so nice to have someone to share a meal.
So we get gussied up and head for the venue
and wait for the first gentleman to come into view.
And the first to sit down has ears like Mr. Spock
and the second one is wearing fuzzy socks and crocs.
Five minutes with each is more than enough
as they try to impress us and strut their stuff.
Of course, we're all older and set in our ways
but all of us know we have limited days.
Still we are picky, holding out for Mr. Right.
It may be called Speed dating but it takes most of the night.
So check marks and smiles and X's for a few ,
but we all tough it out hoping to meet someone who
will be the right fit, a gentleman and a scholar.
Not someone who's deaf so we all need to holler .
Now the guy with those ears might just win " best in show"
and the socks and crocs guy, he'll just have to go .
We say our goodbyes and hope we've impressed
and we didn't waste our time getting so carefully dressed.
So at the end of the evening we hand in our notes
with those crosses and ticks to be tallied by hosts ,
and then we go home and hopefully wait
for some tick marks to match so we'll finally get a date .
Crocodiles long tailed,Sail,miles in the long Nile,
All lives in danger when crocs dive,
The long mouth opens and shuts like the London bridge,
Shedding false tears from the true eyes,
Men are safe from crocs but unsafe in the hands of crooks,
Crooks are like crocs,
Minus tails,
Taking prey lives,
Mostly thieving belongings like longing crocs,
Crocs going flat,
Crooks walking straight,
Crocs taking marred flesh,
Crooks taking fresh,
Crocs in big bellies,
Crooks not varies,
Crocs hearts cool and wet,
Crooks dried and hot,
Crocs sail,
Crooks smile,that's!
Bullets to crocs,
Ballots to crooks!
The sting of corruption invade our land
Fraud and injustice cover us intensely;
It darkens every corner of this nation
Those who manage the funds misused it!
It should be used for bridges,
Flood control projects and for infrastructures.
To ease the lives of many,
What happened to these projects?
The budget is all gone!
Not only millions, but billions of pesos!
The results are unfinished building,
Rough roads or substandard infrastructures,
Dilapidated and wrecked bridges,
And even the worst ghost projects.
Where do the funds go?
Where do people's taxes go?
Many of us suffer from lack of food,
Lack of access to healthcare;
Lack of access to quality roads and bridges;
Lack of access to educational needs,
And most of all, drawn us in the havoc of disasters and calamities
While those crocs are dwelling on mansions
Where is their conscience?
May these crocs be seen behind the cold bars.
They should pay for their wrongdoings
Beware of the people's rage;
Beware of taxpayer’s fury;
Beware of the people shouting for justice,
Since we deserve to know the truth!
Next time let us choose leaders,
That will shelter us from storms and disasters
Not those who strained us into wretchedness
We asked God that justice will be served well in the end,
And transparency and peace reigns!
You walk on the slimy soil of fragile fame,
as slippery as the sliding mud in the rain,
with feet encased in fuzzy socks and crocs,
you trample the uncertain fashioned ground.
You stroll along the seafront of secluded show,
make footprints on the sands of self-styled beach,
but as the tides of time rush on and on,
these are washed away to the realm of obscurity.
The surge of the breaking waves splits the heart,
you see the soiled feet stripped to the skin bare,
walking alone in the corridor of stark reality,
your forsaken fashion finds nobody to attract.
June 15, 2021
Contest : Fuzzy Socks And Crocs
Sponsor : Francine Roberts
We met online,
I was drawn to his sexy pic;
a tall guy leaning against a Harley,
oh yes, I was smitten.
We agreed on a coffee date for our first meet,
I was sitting at my table waiting for Mr. Hunky;
getting more nervous,
then, I heard a guy say to me- hello beautiful !
I was in shock,
and lost for words- wordless;
for this guy would not be sexy ever,
in fact, never, ever.
He said- you look just like your picture- gulp,
and I replied, well you don't- where is your Harley;
and your leather jacket,
oh, have not had that for twenty years- he said !
And the worst part,
was that when I looked at him;
I did not see sleek black riding boots,
there were no tight fitting jeans either.
in fact, this was a person dressed quite sloppy,
he looked like he just rolled out of bed in fact;
and on his feet,
he was wearing blue fuzzy socks and purple crocs !
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June 9, 2021
Poetry/Free Verse/we met online
Copyright Protected, ID 06-1362-299-09
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Fuzzy Socks and Crocs
sponsor, Francine Roberts, Judged 07/11/2021
Our hot girl summer rolls on - like lava downhill or male models doing - anything.
We’re in Athens, Georgia, yes, it’s hotter elsewhere - but you can die in the sun - is this really a competition?
Fashionistas and trendsetters are adorning themselves in fluorescent lime green this summer. Making it the must-have statement color for the cool kid's club. The whole aesthetic was inspired by Charli XCX’s lime-green album cover for ‘Brat.’
Now, before you roll your eyes at the state of America, where silly people are bilked by influencers - isn't that what happened in the 60s with ‘flower-power?’ Wasn’t that ‘counterculture’ flagging, where everything from school buses to bikinis were flower adorned, driven by bands like the Beatles and umm.. [fill in the blank]?
So, we tripped (sounded psychedelic) to the mall of Georgia, to shop for unnecessary, lime-green things. Nail polish (which I think eats), beach bags, coverups, Crocs, friendship bracelets (cause we’re 13-year-olds), Cinnabon's - which aren’t technically green but are delicious and the Apple store - because it makes us happy.
I’ve read, or heard it said that “malls are dying.” Not this one, on a weekday mid-morning it was packed. The line for the eighteen-movie-plex looked like Spring Festival (Chinese New Years) at the Beijing airport.
Sadly, it’s time to admit that as 20-year-olds we’ve aged out of the “Clare’s” esthetic. A 12-year-old in line to get her ears pierced, looked at me, while I was looking at friendship bracelets, like I was her grandmother and I felt it - it was real.
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Two songs to go with this:
This Girl's In Love (Live At HMH) by Trijntje Oosterhuis
Riviera Life by Caro Emerald
My journey through life has seen so much
far have I traveled and much I have done
seen so many things that most others never do
the rock of Gibraltar, with teems of scary monkeys
traveling out we sailed through the Suez canal
wondrous mysteries that delighted an eight year old
camels striding along, enormous crocs floating by
the land so close you want to touch it and run on it
Zanzibar our next port of call, ram shackled boats galore
the heady scents of spices abounds teasing the nostrils
the vivid different colors everywhere flood my senses
on to our destination Dar-es-Salaam harbor most picturesque
a miss mash of ships some luxury most tramp ships or boats
sails of all colors, dark people unloading trunks from the holds
this was a time taken out of time, a way of life quite relaxed
just think of the things ahead, the adventures that awaited me
written 08/08/2013
contest Your Journey
in 1958 the Suez canal was open later it got blocked by sunk ships
Lands of bounty, yet also so barren
red soil so pungent and full of life
if the monsoon's rains don't fall
a veritable dust bowl you become
great herds teem over your plains
constantly moving following the rains
behind them a land picked clean
only a few tender shoots showing
withering and dying in the midday heat
only to be saved by a short down pour
sleek well fed pride of lions roam
soon their time of plenty over
unlike the herds they stay waiting
for the next herd of animals to come
the giant crocs in the river now well fed
it could be a year before they feast again
all this and so much more means, spellbound
I reflect on African shores that hold close my heart
with love and even tenderness for this great land
I walked into a store one day
And fell in love with a pair of crocs
‘Twas my time to hang out loose
So crocs became my fun time shoes
But I had a secret, no one knew
What a whiff, when I opened my shoe!
I thought the holes would air those toes
It sadly brought on stronger woes
How could I give up my nice red crocs?
So I decided, and donned some fuzzy socks!
I walked about town proudly
Without the tension of people
Whispering, what’s that smell?
But when I had to remove my socks
I used a peg, to plug my nose!
So that I myself, would not gag
I wrapped my crocs in a paper bag.
9.9.2021
Florida is definitely in the USA
I’m kinda worried because Milt will soon be on his way
I found a map and studied it and found a ‘Melbourne’ there
I hope he gets the right plane or he could get quite a scare
So if Milt disembarks the plane and gathers up his clobber
I hope some Shiela doesn’t ask him, ‘How ya doing, Cobber!’
But fear not, Milton, if it happens, you’ll know what to do
Just dial zero, zero, zero, option eighty two
That’s should get a special secret agent sounding man
Just say the coded sentence which is simply, ‘I need Gran.’
Turbo Gran will meet you in her Speedy ice cream van
Her secret code will be to wink and say, ‘I need a man’
You say, ‘I need chocolate sauce, for chocolate sauce is best’
She’ll take you and your luggage and she’ll drop you at Key West
From there though, you’ll be on your own, for I must tell you that
They’ve got crocodiles and they’ll try to eat her cat
But Nitro-Cat will sort them out for he’ll know what to do
Which means that we can only hope those crocs do not eat you
Happy holiday Milt!