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Lickety-split, I sit up and look at the clickety clock,
oh my gosh, why am I lollygagging in this cozy bed;
I am going to be so late for dance class, I better skedaddle,
so I canoodle my cats (hugs and kiss that is);
and like a flash I am out of bed!
Oh dear, what a rigmarole of unnecessary complexity,
I run to the kitchen and open a tin of, oh so stinky fish;
for the fur balls, (no accounting for taste,) my tummy rumbles,
I dress in my pink dance pants, brush my teeth;
I look in the mirror, holy macaroni!
I was going to wash the mop last night but didn't,
oh well, the flat iron turns me into a Cleopatra star;
then, I look outside, snow, lots of snow, blast I need boots,
oh yes under the bed where I flung them;
what a stupid kerfuffle!
Walking to dance, a bus sprays with me with slush,
darn nincompoop, I am thinking to myself and then;
a loud honk, and a car roars pass me, I almost have a stroke,
I finally make it and the receptionist says- cancelled,
cancelled, oh la-di-la, that's great!
I am walking back home when I step into a deep puddle,
and my feet are now soaking wet, I am just exhausted;
I will crawl back into my bed for a snoozle I say to me self,
but I am waylaid by my old fuddy-duddy neighbor;
dearie,(she whips out a grocery list)!
You know, I cannot walk in the snow, meantime her cat,
a fat Persian rubs my legs and I have fur from knees down;
but what can a girlie do, I turn around and hocus-pocus its done,
finally, I am standing in my bedroom all tatterdemalion,
like a child in rags, I feel like weeping!
And then I notice the collywobbles in my tummy,
like butterflies swirling, and then a great rumbling;
oh, damnation, I need something to eat, so I gongoozle,
stare that is, into the refrigerator, close the door, slam;
and grab a handful of cockamamie cookies!
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January 26, 2017
Poetry/Narrative/Lickety-Split
Copyright Protected, ID 17-8691-18-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest , Any Poem Written in January 2017
Sponsor, Laura Loo
First Place
TEMPER
My love,
I am pained by my pain which leaves me in pains
Oh!.
Have you not drank your fill
Of my will's will?
The tug ever drains me
Temper!
Temper my love!
Are you listening?
My mind is a mine
Mined In fields
Of my faces
Oh!
By whom you ask?
Oh! Please you know better of my foes than I can number my woes
I seek a treaty of decorum
For I hide and seek,
which glances to give at every waking morn
It tires me
Temper heed!
It tires me.
I am stuck in a bowl..
No a bowling alley
Sorry, I went bowling..
Temper dearie.,
See as my sanity flees from me
With every whistling intake
You are priceless to a fault
Sorry.. A point
I have drunk dry of my purchasing power of you
My minds bank seems bankrupt
Please!
Do not loan them in.
Whom you ask?
Your offspring
You play my sanity as they delay my insanity
Imagine the pain of injecting you in
Yet I commit a felony if I let you shine
Besides giving me an audience,
You get me an audience
They differ in purpose
One to hear, one to leer
Nip you in the bud they say
But I really love,
The psychopathy you give
The satisfaction of deride
The aloofness of my prey
As they are caught In my web
Listen!, do you hear
The drums of their quaking despair
The loss of steering which is lost
But is still in their hands
But my deride is far from the labeled cups
Of despair
My weakness unnerves my being
Their weakness display calms me
Why?
Cannot let it show
They toy with the truth
Seen alot of their cinemas of toy
Bottom line
Their pain for my pain
Loss of steer for my steering
Insanity is a constant in all
But!
It's levels varies for all
So I seem mad
Am I?
Maybe mad indeed I am
It's all your fault
I can't withdraw, the symptoms
Are too pathetic
I need this job
You can't throw me a cliff hanger
Of your depature
The adrenaline pumps to my mind
Blemishes me with deadly wits of control
What you define as manipulation
The edge It gives
Similar to an addiction
Is the key to my survival
... So we die here, right?
I am hooked to you with a line and fingerlings
I hope a good shark snaps me
I really want to quit you
My sweet addiction
But you are just too sweet.
CUB.J.PRINTS
I had first seen Kate in the heather on the hill;
killin' time, waitin’ for my dearie, my Colleen,
knowing full well which of the two can fill my bill.
But plans change, I think I’ll go home with Bonnie Jean.
Killin' time, waitin’ for my dearie, my Colleen,
being in love’s contagious when love’s in the air;
but plans change, I think I’ll go home with Bonnie Jean.
Hours wasted, sitting down in MacConnachy Square.
Being in love’s contagious when love’s in the air.
I’ll show you, Colleen, all this wait doesn’t rate.
Hours wasted, sitting down in MacConnachy Square,
from this day on, no more watching vendors sell bait.
I’ll show you, Colleen, all this wait doesn’t rate;
the chase is no fun when your darling will not fly.
From this day on, no more watching vendors sell bait.
I’m thinking Jean’s the one; there but for you go I.
The chase is no fun when your darling will not fly.
Wondering who’s the love of my life, my sweet bride,
I’m thinking Jean’s the one; there but for you go I.
I'd met Bonnie Jean right after my father died.
Wondering who’s the love of my life, my sweet bride?
It’s almost like being in love, I hear dad’s voice.
I'd met Bonnie Jean right after my father died.
Come to me, bend to me, help me make the right choice.
It’s almost like being in love, I hear dad’s voice
after the party on my mother’s wedding day.
Come to me, bend to me, help me make the right choice.
An interrupt, Jeannie’s packing up, what to say?
After the party on my mother’s wedding day,
knowing full well which of the two can fill my bill.
An interrupt, Jeannie’s packing up, what to say?
I had first seen Kate in the heather on the hill.
written April 24, 2018
contest: Music Pantoum
host: Silent One
This pantoum contains these 12 titles from Lerner and Lowe’s musical, Brigadoon (1947)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brigadoon
The Heather on the Hill
Waitin' for My Dearie
I'll Go Home with Bonnie Jean
Down in MacConnachy Square
From This Day On
The Chase
The Love of My Life
There But For You Go I
Almost Like Being in Love
My Mother's Wedding Day
Come to Me, Bend to Me
Jeannie's Packing Up
Halloween: Safety First Then Fun!!!
By the Poets Listed After the Poem
Happy day getting candy treats while dressed like spooks and goblins.
Angels, genies, princesses, too, put “loot” in their bags and tins.
Look both ways when you cross the street. Always stay close to your friends.
Lighted homes. Festive decorations. Porches. Pumpkins. Invite!
Oh, be leery of the dark, where ghosts and spooks stay out of site.
Wear bright costumes that reflect at night! Not lose or tight. Just right!
Every child must be aware that some goblins inhabit homes.
Each year we hear of razor blades placed in a child’s candied cones.
Never!!! Ever!!! Eat your treats 'til Mom says, “OK, little gnomes.”
Stay safe! Look around! While you walk, beware of witches and bats.
Always, ghosts and goblins watch. Looking out for sweet treats you drop.
Fear? If they happen to appear parents, quickly call the cops!
Enjoy laughter, hot chocolate, and other treats with your friends.
Take care not to play tricks that could hurt others or cause offense.
Youngsters, polite and respectful, great delight they do dispense.
Fun you will have! Enjoyment too. Be sure that you are careful!
In all situations, “Trick-or-Treaters” beware! Need HELP? Shout!!!
Remember say, “Thank you” for treats when you’re out and about.
Stay clear of Spooky Soupers as they write with their crazy pens.
To write in verse, some witches curse. And drive sanity ‘round bends.
The madness, “Dearie,” is very clear; they strive to make amends.
Hooting owls and wild black cats wildly eat from your mum's pumpkin
Eerily, creaky zombies leave their tombs and walk down your streets.
Night, bubbling soups, you must beware, might be made of your own feet--
Frantic frenzies and fabulous fun begins just before dark.
Under that moonlit chilling night, “Trick- or-Treaters,” find their mark.
Nearby neighbors anticipate. Waiting with treats is a lark!
Contributing Poets in Alphabetical Order: Charmaine Chircop, Carolyn Devonshire , James
Frazer, Rhoda Galgiani, Sean Kelly, Karen O'Leary, Patricia Prescott, Dane SmithJohnsen
Once upon a time my dearie, I slept to wake Oh So Cheery.
Before that Raven clearly came, to knock upon my Dragons door.
Dragon took him in very nice, warming him up within a thrice.
Saving him from the cold and ice, now we dream to find slumbers door.
Wishing, wishing, clearly wishing, we keep praying for slumbers door.
Simply this, and nothing more.
Dragon saved that silly Raven, who had come from his Poe haven.
He came knocking very craven, wanting solace in Dragon’s door.
Hungry, lost, little, lonely thing, frozen clearly were tender wings.
Crying sadly from colds’ harsh sting, wanting solace within the door.
Thus when open, entered quickly, quickly entered our Dragon’s door.
If only this, were nothing more.
But this raven suffered dearly, nights he quoted Poe so clearly.
Giving Dragon nightmares dreary, causing wakening fearful roars.
Nightmares flared as Dragon running, into our bed quickly jumping.
On the floor all quickly landing, soundly the bed fell to the floor.
The raven came, on us landing, to gaze upon us on the floor.
Please Raven... Quote no more!
Sleepless nights continued passing, from the ravens endless blasting.
Night terrors steadily flowing, nothing stopped those endless scores.
An idea came to find me, on how his mind could be set free.
Eager to change the dreams to be, I sought an Ipod full of scores.
Scores begetting tranquil dreaming, solace finding and soothing scores.
Searching for this, and nothing more.
Begins the night’s shadows creeping, his eyes mocking, and beseeching.
I must stop his soul from joining, to fight with Poes’ shadows trying…
Trying once more, to take his soul, toward those demon littered shores.
Grabbing the ipod I forward tore, to give him tranquility evermore.
Pouch and ear buds firmly seated, engaged in a fierce-some war.
Morning found all, in blissful snores… Quoted the raven nevermore.
6-05-2014 I found it interesting to follow Poe's style measure for measure.
My only dearie!
In you, I live my world so sweet.
Even the mirrors can't hide your beauty.
In my heart your love grows like planted seeds.
it's you: my life; each day dreams of.
Drag your heart in, we'll never depart,
Since true love can't just be bought.
Then you will know that emotions can twirl.
Happiness is what is seen in your mirror.
Even if your love keeps making my eyes shy,
I can never again decline,
Your love will just be my sole attraction.
Its glow, the mirrors define.
To your heart I plead, be in my kingdom,
My heart has a space for your reign.
So far your love will be there without fail.
In the front of my life's golden mirror,
Many sweet songs, my mouth would sing;
Praising your good deeds, the best real thing.
As you made your love available for me to trust.
27th December, 2024.
Each of the twenty lines was from my following twenty poems, with lines where each of them was written in the original poem enclosed in brackets:
Line 1: 'Your vase filled my vase with love' (Line 52)
Line 2: 'Even a bit of you attracts' (Line 13)
Line 3: 'Allow wines to jailbreak' (Line 7)
Line 4: 'I am thankful for your care' (Line 8)
Line 5: 'Like a rocket in space' (Line 1)l
Line 6: 'Deaf ears hear" (Line 9)
Line 7: 'My heart is a rock'' (Line 12)
Line 8: 'I breathe love' (Line 5)
Line 9: 'Beauty perches on your face' (Line 11)
Line 10: 'Only your love I chose' (Line 10)
Line 11: 'A full glass of red wine' (Line 13)
Line 12: 'My kiss whispers love on your lips' (line7)
Line 13: 'Golden darkness' (Line 12)
Line 14: 'The voice of love (Line 6)
Line 15: 'Even a bit of you attracts' (Line 19)
Line 16: 'Hope it won't be wrong' (Line 6)
Line 17: 'Stardust on autumn's leaves' (Line 31)
Line 18: 'Far away your love can fly' (,Line 8)
Line 19: 'Great at thirteen' (Line 9)
Line 20: 'You cured my lust' (Line 18)
Panic in the supermarkets!
By the new mad author
Stanley Russell Harris
Oh dear, oh dear, oh dearie me.
In the supermarkets do panic I see?
I wonder why, as yesterday.
I was in one food shopping I say.
Not to me. I must now tell.
Was for my daughter, she was unwell.
I tramped the aisles I must say.
All were crowded, as was a Friday.
The shelves were packed with food galore.
So what was the panic, I could not ignore?
Everything on daughters list.
I ticked off in case I missed.
Just in case like I do write.
I might load it twice in my basket alright!
If I had two items that would be wrong.
Unless two were written, so I didn’t go wrong.
Then on the list in writing small, you know.
Was one, (blinking) courgette, was so.
And hey, there was one of them left..
I hope there was nothing I did forget.
PS. For once! I got everything right.
Was too much ham prepacked that’s right.
But as I know my grandson Jay!
I knew he’ll tuck that soon away.
It’s just a fact with boys today.
They need energy X-box to play.
NB. Actually he is a football player.
On the football field, playing in all weathers!
As for mum, my daughter true!
She freezes on the touchline too.
Along with those other mums and dads!
Wishing hot-dog's is what they had.
You know, I’m glad I did not forget.
And get that last, (blinking,) courgette.
The above poem was conjured up in response to learning certain salad foods like Iceberg lettuces, peppers and guess what? Courgettes, were in short supply, being due to poor weather experienced in the growing UN country Spain. Fortunately we have friends in America who do grow courgettes as well, aren’t we lucky? I wonder why we in UK do not grow, such a crop in heated green-houses?
No doubt many people in far-off countries would welcome shopping in a supermarket, so well-stocked as ours, wouldn’t they?
I really should'a read the fine print
When Evil came calling
On a fine sunny day
I was caught full napping
Didn't know what to say.
The dapper gentleman
With a Van Dyke set fine
Spoke in dulcet tones
Like sweet and mellow wine.
My name is I Levi
Very softly he said
I grant all one's wishes
Till the day they are dead.
For power and for pelf
If You strongly desire
Or bevy of beauties
To set your loins afire.
You ask me what you will
I'll grant it with a snap.
There is no hidden catch
There's no devious trap.
I had heard of dealings
With powers of the dark
Of dire trades of soul
Of hell-damnation stark.
I asked of I Levi
Of what I had to do
Just sign he smiled and said
Just common ink in blue.
Great doubts I had at first
But soon dispelled by greed
Quickly I read the script
Signed the mystic deed.
Great was wealth and power
My lot from that day on
Youth, vigour, virility
My cares and worries gone.
For full twelve months I lived
A life that Bacchus shamed
Wild, wanton, to the brim
No rein could make me tamed
Then one fine sunny day
While wining with a wench
Came Levi with a smile
And a terrible stench.
Your Time's up, my dearie,
He most cheerfully said
You are now Satan's guest
As now that you are dead.
I pleaded and begged
My tears started to sting
I told him of the deed
Where there was no such thing.
Softly Levi told me
What that day he had said
I grant all one's wishes
Till the day they are dead.
Your time here is ended
As ordained on Above
Your soul will be taken
Your Corpus feel the plough.
I've now learnt my lesson
Rather late in the day
Caveat Emptor holds
The fine print's always there.
I really should'a
Most carefully read da
Fine print then, Goddamn it!
GOD KEPT US FOR EACH OTHER
God kept us for each other; that’s plain as it can be,
And now we two are lovers--it is just you and me.
We may not have the money that others spend so free,
But we have each other, honey, and that’s enough for me.
I know my love is growing, just like we often prayed;
I know that it keeps showing when you’re sad or dismayed.
We’ve had our hills and valleys and there are times we cried,
But when we let love rally it cannot be denied.
My thoughts go out so often to you each day I live,
For I know you will soften the pressures my life gives.
We bear each other’s burdens and pray that God will bless;
And now I know for certain that I love your soft caress.
Your touch is like a flower that feels so soft and sweet;
I love to spend each hour there where we often meet.
I can name no better reason why I should love you so
Than to say whatever season I am glad that I can know
That your arms are open, willing, to console and caress,
Your lips are wet and thrilling and your love is just the best.
How I wish that I could show you what you’ve really meant to me,
But if I’m right, I know you feel the same so perfectly.
I try through all my kisses to show you how I feel,
Yet still my one great wish is that you know it is for real.
I’m glad I waited for you to step into my life;
I know now I adore you since you became my wife.
Our life is just beginning; that’s true, and yet I know
That we can keep on winning as each year comes and goes.
With God to help us, dearie, we’ll see each victory won,
And I’ll love you sincerely until our lives are done.
Mama warthog decided it was time,
To take her two piglets for a walk,
She wanted to take them up a steep climb
For it would make them strong, but first had a talk
With her young ones, about many a predator
Out there, who were always on the hunt,
They listened to Mom did Lester and Hector,
So off they went, Mama led from the front.
This was their first time on a grown up’s walk,
They tarried a bit playing hide and seek
On the way, Mama scolded them, see that hawk,
She explained, his talons are long, his beak,
Sharp and he will swoop down and grab
You both with a fearsome might
Relishing and gorging himself outright.
Oh my gosh, oh dearie me,
Think how sad Dad and I would be,
Warthogs having an excellent, keen sense of smell,
Putting Mama on the alert,
As her piglets were playing,
And having fun frolicking and exploring
In the dense African bush, its voice
Whispering, what a delicious meal for lions on
The prowl, Mama knew so well, if the lions could
Steal them from her, they would
Devour every morsel and leave their bones
To the vultures.
Uneasy, she collected her youngsters,
And began their return trip home, showing them
How to forage for bulbs to eat, by digging
With their tusks whilst on their elbows.
Amusingly when they were running home all three
Tails stuck straight up like radio antenna.
Well, this little warthog family got home safely,
The piglets had their first lessons in the wild,
No predators thankfully crossed their path
This day!