Long Dearie Poems
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After years of fighting for the covers
You'd think by now we'd be estranged lovers
But when we do the math
We end feelings of wrath
A compromise in time one discovers
Geometry explores shape ~ position
A shared bed often requires permission
Do you share equal space
Do you sleep face to face
Does doing math require a partition
It's not a good night when there's bed warring
Being poked with elbows can leave scarring
Just say, "Good night my sweet"
Then, he might warm your feet
Sleep is more tranquil when there's no sparring
Problem snoring is not easily solved
It's said that from apes, humans have evolved
When it comes to bed wars...
Which gender came from Mars
Math won't help a marriage being dissolved
When seeking the root of an equation
You must search for an equalization
A smile, wink or a nudge
Can make the numbers budge
Let's label the term, 'friendly persuasion'
"Just stay on your side. I won't be confined"
Geometry codes are not ties that bind
Don't count on theory
Cuddle with your dearie
You'll both benefit when you are aligned
You can't blend geometry and romance
The marriage bed will never stand a chance
If you want to aspire
to spark flames of desire
A shared bed is cold after a war dance
If when in bed, harsh words are full of wrath
Stop the quarrel by taking a new path
Geometry won't work
You will get called a jerk
If you are a bed hog... you do the math
Heat conjured the atmosphere, conception began
Upsurge in pressures stirs water, birthing Nature’s Giants
Roaring sound with mixed helicopter-lion, ranting on the ocean
Ready to visit nearby lands, better prepare, don’t run!
Immersion is so strong, horrifying wind at 120 to 200 mphour
Can’t be controlled, God keep us safe if we stick to prayers
Apart not of our life, visitors of our nation several times a year
Nearest to coastal areas are more on danger and at risk.
Embrace reality, brace their atrocity but trust our Father Almighty
Safety is also yours on evacuation, don’t postpone my Dearie!
Sept.12, 2017 6.03am
Third Place
Contest: Hurricanes
Judged:9/12/2017
Sponsor: Poet Julie Rodeheaver
Should I wear myself off in tears?
Should I get myself lost with beer?
Should I dare consult the seers
for the loss of a comely dear?
Can I live onwards with this fear
that your voice I may no longer hear?
Will our friendship be just mere
now that you're no longer near?
My tears flow because it cannot stand
when death gives a blow with its icy hand.
Moments with you is now a deserted land,
much more like a desert without sand.
It’s not possible to buy life with money.
It’s incredible you left earlier for this lonely journey.
It’s a blow and a surprise to me and the many
that death does not respect even the canny.
How I wish you had stayed with me longer
at least for a little while;
then we can share more moments together
as I enjoy more of your smile.
My lovely dearie, rest in peace.
Rest in peace in the bosom of Father Abraham.
My prayer is that you be kept in a place;
a place safe and devoid of every harm.
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
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
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!
Darl! Let's go to Manhattan beach,
There we can catch some fish,
Then you'll cook a nice dish,
That we'll eat under the Beech.
This time, if Jennifer goes,
She'll want to eat a lot of Mangoes,
Then we'll send some by cargoes,
Like we did when we were on hol's in Fargo.
Oh! That reminds me, dearie!
Can you help me cut down this Cherry?
Don't think I am going nuts;
'Cos I earlier made you climb that Walnut.
Just like on Long Island, If not for Jennifer;
I would've broken my spine,
When you wanted me to cut down a Connifer,
But I still got injured by a falling Pine.
Long Islands! That's where we saw many Rowans,
In a forest planted by the Romans,
I thought I'd find some of their treasures,
It would've made our memories more to measure.
Those are not Rowans, they are Hawthorns!
Hawthorn? That tree I climbed was without thorns,
Anyway, there's a lot of fun playing with trees,
There's no such adventure that nature gives more free.
He came to me in a rhythm, an ordinary Black American woman, age 33
spilling gentile and Pinesol, and debris of his knee\
A couple of diamonds and pearls, said the dream, "Is the dreaming Awakening me, dearie?"
He showed me his face, his Rabbit hair, like a knight in the king's corner of a sultry, satin fair/
a couple of downy llamas and a few more Pinesol, please
I was in Alice in Wonderland's Labyrinth with a bunny-RABBIT, ahem. Please//
His name was Bugs Bunny, that rascally rabbit. He suited up and wore his gauntlet grid and familiarized himself with his Virginian, er, um, Virginity?
He called himself Shuyin, from Final Fantasy X-2, and the added prequel came from me, the Author and the Narrator of the Story.
"Oh, sweet kitty, why do you roam?"
"Alas, my little one I have no home."
"Come little kitty, for a bed and a meal."
"Thank you dear child, for the kindness I feel."
"Eat gentle kitty for sleep will soon come."
"But, food without milk, may I have some?"
"Of course my kitty a saucer you'll have."
"Oh young one, my hunger your kindness can't salve."
"I've fed you now kitty, so why bite my hand?"
"I need more from you than you'll ever understand."
"Soft little kitty, you can sleep in my bed."
"On your pillow, I think, is where I'll lay my head."
"Poor little kitty why do you purr?"
"It tickles when you touch my fur."
"Oh! Bad kitty, how sharp are your claws!"
"Sorry, my dearie, but there's no need for gauze."
"The blood, black kitty, continues to flow"
"Don't worry, I'll lick it and soon it will slow."
"Now sleep little kitty it's time to turn in."
"No rest for me, soon the night will begin."
"And what will you do while I sleep next to you?"
"I'LL JUMP ON YOUR HEAD AND BITE IT IN TWO!!"
09/17/16
Scare Me Good Poetry Contest
Elizabeth Barrett Browning wrote, and I quote:
"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways."
And then she proceeded to list as many as she could in fourteen lines,
Telling her husband, Robert, and us, in the process,
Just how deeply and fervently she loved him.
But I would pose this query to Mrs. B., "Liz, dearie,
Does being able to list all the reasons you love a person
Enable you to love that person more, or better, or differently?"
In my view, I see no need for yard-long lists of words
Declaring love steadfast and true.
No need for lists, or sonnets, even,
When just three simple words will do.