Long Dane Poems
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A Penn Valley phantom appears to haunt and lurk
premises at 1148 Greentree Lane
his youngest daughter (Abby) I pledged my troth and, natch won my Zison’s
Dunkirk
ire and vindictiveness akin to rivalry of Abel versus Cain
now breeds and festers hallucinations that make me go berserk
also brings to mind myth of another named King Canute, a Great Dane
whose battle cry and hymn of the Republic made manifest with ease of dirk
visitations with ethereal sprite pushes me to madness and makes me go
insane
torture treatment mangles mental management amidst mire and murk!
The rattle of chains heard despite noiseless apparition and wraith, which curse
and bain
from dark and sinister shadows make me feel like a jerk
at such fallacious belief in preternatural imaginative creations ranked as inane
by this skeptic whose vulnerable acuteness to otherworldly visages does perk
especially during wee hours of morning when superstition runs amuck and
seems to gain
upper hand and let spiral out of rational control thought of afterlife quirk
yet confession must be made that long dead father of wife does wag finger of
disdain
and utter silent disapproval and near ruination by marrying a bum of a guy who
lacks for work!
Amy Green, Poet Destroyer and Skitty S.K.A.T. Pooh.
Just a few of the Great Women I've made love to here at the soup.
Carolyn Devonshire and Sara Kendrick too
and Andrea Dietrich, you fire cracker you.
A Rambling Poet, Constance too
and Lena "Lolita" Townsend just to name a few.
There's also Linda "Sweetheart" Marie
and the ever so sweet Audrey Carey.
Colleen Bono, how great are you?
Carol Brown & Loopylu Loopylu,
Charmaine Chircop, Dane Ann Smith-Johnson and Doris Culverhouse too.
What a passionate love affair I have had with all of you.
Carrie Richards, Simone Segal, Deborah Guzzi,
Bathsheba Bathsheba, Ashley Rapanut, Brittany Larson and Faleshia Murphy.
Susan Palli, Jessica Arteaga, Diane Christian, Caroline Cecile Paczynski,
Ann Rich, Mercedes Jordan, Kimberly Hilliker and Catie Lindsey.
Audrey Rollins, Joanna Smith, Patricia Adams, Karen O'Leary,
Janette Fisher, Madeleine McLaughlin, Nicole Sharon Brown and Carey Sakolowski.
Amanda Governale, Nicole King, Rhoda Galgiani, Laura McKenzie,
Bernadette Ignaciuk, Amanda Governale, Izzy Gumbo and Judy Riley.
Sue Mason, Pamela Griffiths, Karen Dominick, Donna Golden, Iolanda Scripca & Royal Royally.
I've even made love to that vile Sylvia, aka Stephanie.
Am I forgetting anybody? I don't really know.
Oh yes, one more comes to mind. Nikko Palmario
So many Great women to make love to here at the soup
and so many many more that theKidster must get to.
I've had a sweet romanticism reading all your poetic words.
Some of the most beautiful verses I've ever read or heard.
BILLYTheKidster wants to thank all of you
for this passionate cerebral love affair with all of you.
There's more Great Woman here at the soup
that theKidster can't wait to make love also too.
This Soup Laundry List Will Just Have
...To Be Continued.
PS: Adeleke Adeite, since this contest is sponsored by you
I guess it wouldn't hurt to say that I've made love to you too
here @ the soup, and enjoyed it too.
(Hey, there isn't anything wrong with Poetic Male Affection, even Poetic Genderless Affection)
I better stop sucking up. I suck at it.
I stood upon the hill and closed my eyes,
And listened to the sound of wind and rain;
My face and hair were wet, my body chilled,
And then I sensed the presence of the Dane.
I turned around and saw him watching me,
And rooted to the spot, I forced a smile -
Although, the hairs were rising on my neck -
As motionless, he watched me all the while.
He wore a helmet, held an axe and shield,
A giant man, with flaxen beard and hair,
The face was hard, his eyes were cold and blue -
I can’t describe the menace in his stare.
It seemed like hours; I stared into that face,
And all the while, consumed by fearful dread;
I knew he meant me harm but couldn’t move -
Oh yes, I would have turned around and fled.
The booming thunder seemed to break the spell;
He glowed - then disappeared, as lightning flashed;
Though sceptics laugh and say I’d drank too much,
I’d found the place the Viking’s gold was stashed!
What mighty man shall this cup serve,
Whose power rests on fealty’s nerve,
With certain lust it shames to know,
How upon its charms did grow.
A thousand years did wax and wane,
Until a Dane did ascertain,
That time was ripe for certain news,
A book he wrote with crooked clues.
A goodnight read did he convey,
Thoughts that caused some disarray,
With simple verse did he unveil,
A magic code that was the real.
Foul, foul to be so naughty!
Those dirty men at a party,
So many others not invited,
Rage and anger now ignited.
His story told a subtle tale,
Of one who was a ripe female,
Into the night she had fled with seed,
Carrying the babe of man’s misdeed.
The churchmen did not like this thought,
Preferring the plan they had bought,
That damsels ought to stay like that,
So a chosen few could pass the hat.
Whence upon the story broke,
The pope his army did invoke,
To arrest the man’s little scheme,
For thinking of this seamy dream.
Another bloke whose name was Leigh,
Who suffered from some jealousy,
Cried and yelled with all his might,
To no avail was the fight.
With all the Brownian motion,
There was a bit of commotion,
A genre hereby was created,
By an idea that many hated.
So what was really this all about,
That threatened those who were devout,
Could it simply have been so scary,
That the Man was sometimes Mary?
That they forgot a contraceptive,
Should not make us less receptive,
To one degree or another,
We all come from the same big mother.
So let us stop this boring blight,
Embrace instead the fun of night,
Dan the man stole an idea,
Oh mama mia, mama mia!
Unbeknownst to you, I watched you from my perch. I always hated the way your green eyes slithered all over my checkerboard feathers. The way you licked your paws and acted like you were Queen of the house. You played with our emotions and toyed with us, hissing like a wild cat ready to devour.
at a moments notice
you pawed us like mice
that wasn't very nice!
You were Robert's favorite pet, and when he summoned you nothing could deter. He fed you British Banquet and he groomed you like Queen Alice . You meowled and wrapped yourself around him, and all the while you were getting ready for the kill.
Cheesesteak was my name
feasting was your game
that was pretty lame
Stella, Stella go to Hell-a, you could have eaten mortadella. But no !!!
You had to devour poor Charlie, Elizabeth, Macaroni and Sizzle Bacon.
Never mind that you strutted around like a King on a throne,
you repeatedly made me feel small, and insignificant.
empty cage what a shame
Robert just bought a Great Dane
he'll drive you insane!
My name was cheesesteak and he purchased me at Mickaboo.
Thanks to you now I'm dead, so as I wave to you from heaven
here is what I have to say,
" Too doo loo
Yoo Hoo
Poo Poo On You!"
TO ENTHUSE MUSE
All around my ample activities,
abilities and inabilities,
simultaneous creation,
recurring recreation
on wide broad spectrum.
So! Seldom feel boredom.
Never lazy,
mostly busy,
sometimes crazy,
Yet, me at random,
enjoying freedom.
Muse floats on my professionalism
in Science stream,
though Fine Arts claim enthusiasm
in dulcet dream.
Relishing Literature, Music
Dane, Drawing, Painting being Ecstatic.
Remaining rapturous, frolic:
My inherent characteristic.
Entertainment and Activities entwined
run parallel like Like-Twins
I try to adorn life with imagination,
dormant desires ready for decoration.
“Brevity is the sister of Talent”—
To enthuse Muse every moment.
04/07/21
'All Yours ( May 14 ) Contest by Brian Strand
My driver’s education instructor was a keen cat named Trixie.
During our drives, she sat on my shoulder and whistled “Dixie”
How is she qualified? Asked my snoopy aunt named Pixie.
I could not answer, for I was slightly afraid of Miss Trixie.
She would bark in my ear with the call of a Great Dane.
“MOVE OVER FOOL! You are nearly in that fellow’s lane!”
She was startling assertive, and afraid of nothing at all.
She may have been a cat, but she seemed nine foot tall.
One time she took my face in her hands and made my head swivel.
I wish I was kidding, but I have to tell you, this is no drivel.
She said “Stop using the mirrors, fool! Turn your head NOW!”
She had a bellow that was angry, like a bull not a cow.
I learned what to do, and I learned it quickly through fear.
She was a no-nonsense cat, this was always quite clear.
She would not hesitate to slap me or slug me or pull on my ear.
I am always on my toes when Miss Trixie is near.
I have no intention to plagiarize, First “ End Line Word “ poem to meet my Eyes
My fellow SOUPERS, I shall Quote : “ End Line Word “ poem Lenore once Wrote
A POEM, the Form without a name : 46 years ago From Lenore’s Golden Pen came
POETESS’ AND POETS please receive the first End Line Word POEM : “I Believe”
Often We PEEK into the Future : Touch the Past : Can “End Line Word” Ever LAST
Emerald Eyes, Shine with “Earned“ Pride : Great Writers On POETRYSOUP by HER Side
Together we are Creating History : The Origin of “ End Line Word “ Still a “ Mystery “
Wishing We could Create “ POETRY “ LENORE YOUR DREAM HAS COME TRUE
Inspiration of YOUR Soul moves through Time NOW or THEN it’s All Still Rhyme
True : the Heart Speaks, the Mind : Writes ; “ In Morning Sunshine “ or “ Moonlit Nights “
Heavens POEMS Sent to Us from a Beautiful “Yesterday Land” Through Time they Stand
Optical Collage : the Future, the Present, the Past : Pen Feelings, of the Heart, Eternity Last
Unique and Loving Dedication; from the Heart : the Soul : POEMS for POETRY’S Edification
Tears of Passion, down Her cheeks cascade: Creative Poetess LENORE : In Poetry’s Parade
As She Floats on the Float: in a sea of ecstasy , She shakes Hands with Dane and Kisses Me
How very Sweet ; You remember Me, so finally ; the form ‘End Line Word” becomes Reality
Emulated my POETS in “Present Day” : has brought a Creation to Life; from YESTERDAY
Always the Tomorrows reflects the Time before The First “End Line Word’ written by Lenore
Remember as YOU read from the POETRY Tree, Lenore long ago Planted the SEED
The First “ End LINE Word “ Form You should read : “ Dandelion - The Golden Weed “
Author’s Note : ?? “ Acrostic “ ??
Recipe For Improved Life
One change a month
In a period of a year
One will surely rejoice
Being delighted with choice
Kindness
Start with one act of kindness
To the ones closest to you
Deeds of kindness in lieu of stew
Good Deeds
Do one good deed each day
To the ones you love
Know you'll receive blessings from above
Patience
Strive to be more patient
Stop and think before respond
Bite your tongue anger won't be spawned
Anger
Work on anger control
Think before you react
Remember treat one's family with tack!
First try at Didactic
Sponsor:Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Contest: Another Didactic Poetry Contest
My spooky tale
Was when I was young
Caravan park
Where it all begun
A little girl
Disappeared one day
Like all little girls
Who frolicked, while play
A deadened shed
Amidst my dream
This darkened place
Not as it seems
I tell the police
I know where she is
I'm nine years old
Getting blamed for this
Where is she
What have you done
At nine years old
Wanting to run
As much as I try
My legs don't move
As her family mourn
What can I prove
I'm now 48
Off this I still dream
And in my sleep
My eyes still stream
Standing by the shed
Being asked, where is she
Are they recurring dreams
Or was it reality
For John Loving's " spooky tale " event and i now challenge
Dane Ann with a spooky tale of her own
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/me.php