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He was wearing a T-shirt and blue jeans
She was watching him with a real enthusiasm
He was listening to a morbid song, a moment of past
She was undecided if she should hug him softly, one more time
It was painful to watch her dear father so distant and unmindful
She was ready to hold him with all her warmth, her nonstop chattering
To her surprise, he then looks her in her eyes and said,“my little girl,listen to me“
“Close your eyes and imagine a moment with me, the happiest moment.”
She closed her eyes, and silence everywhere as if there was no more need of talking or asking questions
After a while, she heard the polite familiar voice, “Got it? Would you like to share it with me, cutie pie?”
She was hesitant, cleared her throat, and asked, “Should I tell you my precious moment, Baba?”
“Indeed,” he replied.
“When I am with you, I feel like I am traveling fast through clouds.
Beautiful, marvelous clouds!”
She opened her eyes
They were traveling through the impeccable clouds!
Only he was distant and far away,
The sadness of time let the little girl withered away.
She closed her eyes again
And blindfolded dreams were rushing to her
To find another brief moment eventually.
“Could you open up the eyes, please?” A voice whispered
She was too afraid to do so. She was distant and absent-minded
She was listening to a morbid song, a moment of past.
And coincidentally, he was wearing a T-shirt and blue jeans.
Jack Ellison's a cutie pie, his words are yummy sweet
Each time I read a lovely rhyme, I get a tasty treat
Pie poems for my every mood, I just can’t get enough
Cherry, lemon, and berries too, all really scrumptious stuff
Jack Ellison's a lovely friend, he sweetens up my life
If he comes a visitin’, I’ll bake pies for him and wife
I make lovely crumb apple pie, with ice cream it’s divine
I’d sure pamper Jester Jack and Cute Cathie up just fine
So here I’ll end my silly rhyme by saying this…no lie
I love to eat his words all up, I love them MORE than pie!
For Sheri Fresonke Harper's Plentitude of Pie Contest
October 12, 2014
Soothing, lissome; render the facsimile of its
Heart; Such a spright with adore imbued.
‘Er pelt’s so sleek; as petite fry’s
In its nurse’s, gentle and suckling:
The only Cutie-pie on my heart.
Realism in its mettle glints joie de vivre,
As doeth molten chaste gold in the forge; a
Knoll of whose acme other inamoratas feign. Such
An Alkebulan nymph of finest of lustre imagined:
The one and only on the heart.
Nymph of great splendor so priced,
Guarantees anew that adoring even more I stay;
Or peril I at rivals shameful losses, awaiting
My heart’s intensely pricked – broken:
As if it weren’t the only Cutie-pie on my heart.
Beauty as embossed on it and in
Every milieu envisioned, of itself no ill utters;
Making it the solo etch on this conquered heart,
And of those who in split or full, fray pro-reign
Over the one and only on the heart.
Hells all abhorrence merited, it deters!
Anti-doting each time desolation's endured,
Thus, it insures my glee agst perils viable;
Agst rivals in places – a reassuring haven:
The only Cutie-pie on my heart.
In its blissful eye’s such an unfaked
Love that soothes like no cool draft does;
Optically reassuring in such ways it’s my
Venus, the finest of icons in the realms of adore:
The one and only on the heart.
Every songbird that hums its tune,
Yens for the arpeggio worthy the hymn for
One sylph in a million – for its admirers reverie;
‘Until fatality do us part’, in their self-deceited yen
For the only Cutie-pie on my heart.
(In late June, 1914, Austria declared war
on Serbia, thus initiating the First World War.
In Paris, this was ignored, because Henriette
Callaux had been found Not Guilty. De
minimis non curat lex = "the law does not
extend to trivialities". Proust, in his novels,
wrote about his romantic affairs, but because
he was gay, had to feminise names, like
"Albertine". Boule de suif = ball of suet, the
French version, 100 years ago, of "babe".
7. Conclusion
And still, we label you the weaker sex!
Vienna drew the sabre on the Serbs?
Yes, but - de minimis non curat lex!
The crowds which crammed along Parisian kerbs
were there to cheer Acquitted Henriette.
She'd sobbed and swooned, and mooned and spooned, and won!
Her husband never placed a safer bet:
they even let her keep her little gun!
So, gentlemen, those terms diminutive,
those "ines" and "ettes" -- just leave them all to Proust.
Beware her underwear, where waits a chiv!
The merry widow's black, and home to roost!
When passion immolates you in its flames,
whenever pulses race, and blood runs high,
and (worse still!) you resort to nookie names --
my little chickadee, my cutie pie,
ma boule de suif, my little bit of fluff -
beware what's lurking in a woman's ****!
Soul sits on a dream
Ponders on wonder;
Time slips away
~~~~~~~~~
Cutie cutie pie
Styles a sweet smile;
Innocent allure
~~~~~~~~~
Blessings now glow
Over the rainbow;
Watch dreams come true
~~~~~~~~~
Stray breeze chills,
Scented shivers;
Airy evening delights
~~~~~~~~~
Mystic moments charm
Calm demeanour;
Witty textures spool
~~~~~~~~~
Joy navigates
Cheer irrigates;
Peace meditates
~~~~~~~~~
Poolside garden
Plumeria blooming ample;
Ecstatic allure
~~~~~~~~~
Skyline colours
Blaze of sunset;
Evening interlude
~~~~~~~~~
Be savvy now
Love yourself first;
Count your blessings
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
11 April 2016
Singapore
My Grammy, smiling so whole
Creates the best pecan pies
A treat I cannot control,
When she plans a big surprise.
Those wrinkled, age-old fingers
Blend honey and nuts on trays
I wonder what secrets lie there,
As add-ons pile a display.
In the oven, goodies heat
Utopia in the making
Even young Sis tries to cheat
Moving the timer," Oh ring!"
On the table, sweet wafts hum
Grammy blinks, " Let's dine";
Buttery flavor; yum yum
Teeth sink portions all divine!
Pasty cheeks lined with syrup
All's finished I can't deny
Wanting more ; Gram hears my burp
"Left some for my Cutie Pie!"
Sheri Fresonke Harper's Plentitude Of Pies
by nette onclaud
10/16/2014
(This is a parody of "Frankie and Johnny")
Charlie and Molly were playmates.
Golly, how they could play.
Mornings they'd meet at a corner
to plan how they'd spend summer days.
He was her pal, and she was his gal!
Molly ran down to their corner,
a melody filling her head.
The ice cream man was a-coming.
She searched for her Charlie instead.
He was her pal, and she was his gal.
She asked the ice cream vendor,
"Has my Charlie-boy been by?"
"I seen him with some cutie-pie
back there," was his reply.
He was her chum, but he was a bum!
Molly took off like a rocket,
for she knew who the "cutie-pie" was.
And sure enough she found him.
She lost it right there because
he was her chum, but he was a bum.
There by a scummy ditch
as he kissed her neighbor Grace,
Molly unwrapped her ice cream bar
and smeared it all over his face.
Then she kicked that bum into the scum!
"Pick me up and quick.
Pick me up from this ditch.
Now I've nothing," said Johnny
"when once I was so rich.
I was your pal . . . now I've lost my gal."
April 10, 2023
My wife and I were born only a few months apart,
I was older than her...so you know from whence I start.
When I was turning 50 she gave me some grief,
I didn't feel old, yet she teased me with this belief.
"I'll be living with an old man now", she would say,
In her little "cutie pie", "cut-up" way.
I knew I would have to do something to get back at her,
When she turned 50...was the time I waited for.
Those few months of her teasing me I never forgot,
Biding my time for revenge...or so I thought.
The big day came and I had the chance,
To avenge the barbs on which she'd made me dance.
We celebrated her 50th with some friends,
And got to talking about our ages, as those times tend.
I thought I'd be clever and cast out this net...
"I've never had sex with anyone over 50, as yet".
Our stunned little group fell silent and looked at me scantilly,
Thinking of how rude a comment to say...that was for me.
My wife, of course, knew the target to which I'd let my arrow fly,
Broke the silence of the moment, and made this reply...
"Well, I don't know how anyone else here might feel,
But I have had sex with one here older than 50, and it's NO BIG DEAL".
I had no rebuttal then and have had none until this time,
When I could put my perspective of all this into a rhyme.
It's been a brutal 17 years since that night,
When we sparred those few words in our "Age 50" fight.
But from that one chance banter I have learned one thing not to pick,
DON'T CROSS WORDS WITH HER...BECAUSE SHE'S JUST TOO QUICK!!
There’s not one Halloween I count as dear
although I loved those childhood times. If I
think back to long ago and then go by
the feelings they evoked in me, then it is clear. . .
One “Hallowed Eve” is an example of
my yearning for those boys I fantasized
about and all the ways that I devised
to meet them! How I suffered angst for puppy love!
His name was Ricky Adams. Like some dope,
I’d stare at him in class and wish he’d see
that he and I were simply meant to be.
Then came my chance one day. A best friend gave me hope!
This best friend, Sheila, knew about my crush
on Ricky. To the same church they both went.
She asked me to a Halloween event
her church would hold. To think of it, I felt a rush. . .
For surely Ricky would be there. I dressed
in something pretty. Oh, this had to be
the night that cutie pie would notice me
at last. This had to be the night that I’d be blessed!
I had great fun with each and every game,
a haunted house, great chili that we ate.
I wondered how much longer I must wait.
But then my hope dissolved when Ricky never came.
Alas, so many times it came to this:
My dreams of love would sadly come to naught,
but I’d keep on, and so my youth was fraught
with dreams dashed, like my hoped for Hallowed Eve of bliss.
For Paula Swanson's "Halloween of Years Past" Contest
Day after day, I was sad and depressed.
All I thought about was Marie and her short dress;
Long flowing hair and beautiful smile:
I'm afraid I won't see her again for a while.
Night after night, I hadn't slept at all
While staring at the four corners of my wall.
Towards the end of June 2023,
I've been sweating like crazy from the haze and humidity.
I usually don't wake up at the crack of dawn,
Although it was seven on a Saturday morn.
I had to bring out of this misery spell:
It was time for this turtle to come out of his shell.
After I showered and made something to eat,
I prepared myself for the blistering heat.
4 hours later, I left my home,
But couldn't shake the fact that I was alone.
I went to a restaurant on Marcus Garvey
And watched "Family Feud" starring Steve Harvey.
I ordered a chicken sandwich with no cheese or bacon:
"Excuse me, monsieur. Is this seat taken?"
A female voice said to me.
It was none other than my summer love, Marie!
She flew all the way from France! What a surprise!
I gave her a hug with tears in my eyes.
I said, "Marie, I'm so glad you're here.
Would you like to join me for lunch and a root beer?"
"Oui, cutie pie," she said with a wink.
So I ordered more food and an extra drink.
I felt like bursting into a dance and song
Now that my loneliness is finally gone.
Marie from Paris is the one I'll treasure:
I love you, honey, always and forever.
The end