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“Flamingo Paradise Motel”
2021 Jerry Brotherton
It was the neon sign of the
Flamingo Paradise motel.
Flashing lights into my eyes
that woke me up in that filthy hell.
It took a cigarette before I knew
where in the world I was.
And another to clear my mind
of the ringing from last night’s buzz.
There was gin on the table
so I took myself a little snort.
I looked inside my wallet and
I was five hundred dollars short.
I swear that when I went to bed
I had a woman by my side.
I told myself well ole boy
at least it looks like you’re still alive.
Chorus:
Imagine that.
Who would have ever thought,
this time it would end exactly the same.
Happens each time
I mix whisky and gin.
If I thought this time would be different,
I guess I only have myself to blame.
Well I tried to piece together
the events of the night before.
I remember there was a Llama
though I really can’t be sure.
I’m pretty sure she had long blond hair,
not the Llama but the girl.
There’s a clown’s mask on the bed post
I’ll be damned if I know what for.
I don’t think she was a lady
or I a perfect gentleman.
I tried so hard to recall her face
but I just don’t think I can.
I went into the bathroom
to splash some cold water on my face.
There was a tuxedo and a bridal gown
strewn about the place.
(Repeat Chorus)
Written in lipstick on the mirror
was a note that someone wrote.
Said thanks for the good time husband
don’t worry I returned the goat.
Now I swear this is the last time
I’ll touch another drop of gin.
Until the next time I’m in Vegas
when I’ll do it all again.
(Repeat Chorus)
Writing poetry makes no sense at all
It springs out of nowhere and travels into nothing ness
Lemons are nines and wildcats are chickens
Metaphoric twists have my stomach in knots
Iambic pentameter makes me want yell
Dammit ‘er!
I fling things onto a page on Monday
That I do not recognize myself on Tuesday
Not sure which personality wrote it
Sometimes it is impeccably bad, and none claim it
Abecedarian is fun for me,
But makes no sense in any way
Still I do it.
Why?
Why not?
I have this high energy waiting to
run, bounce, jump, slap and play.
So I read flowery sonnets, and they give me pause
I have tried to write prissy, Shakespearean but it does not like me.
I don’t even like to read that crap.
Yes, some poetry is crap.
Some of it is marvelous, witty, funny, cheery and gay.
You can take that both ways
I do.
Poetry is something I fling onto a page
Some of my writing I eat for breakfast
and some of it eats me.
It is as simple as that.
The fingers of God control the earth,
With love and tenderness.
But humanity thinks they can re-do it with far greater finesse.
Like.....murdering children at birth?
I'd love to be very specific, but it's a lost cause.
Man, so drunkenly conceited....makes him think,,he cannot be defeated.
Look at the world and it's inhumane physical meanness.
With once great cities, going to the dogs.
This is the mental mask, many wear each day.
Controlled happily in every way by others.
Their very own freedom richly smothered.
My wish is to stop giving our individuality to an ignorant. lying. media,
as if they told the truth in any way.
5/21/2021
7pm PST
~Another Fairyland Story - An Unexpected Visitor- Part 1
(Short Story or Narrative poem)
It was very early in the morning when I was just having
What I thought was a very good time relaxing all by myself
And remembering all the wonderful times that now have gone by
Since another year had come and left again here in Fairyland.
It has been all to tell the truth not all that great all the time
Since there has been quite some days that I wish rather not
Remember now especially today when all seem to be so sad.
I was about to embark in another one of my exciting journey
When all of sudden I heard what sounded like my front door
Opening and right there behold came bouncing in with a big grin
My very good friend and roommate the Mouse, who just been
Himself as usual said his usual greeting with a very warm hello
And a happy wave of his hand in my direction as he spotted me
Sitting at the table and having my usual hot and nice cup of tea.
This afternoon I was having a very delicious blend of mint tea
With other few spices thrown in the mix to accentuate its favor.
I wavered my hand at him and smiling I said hello to him too and
Asked him to stepped in the dining room and invite him to have
A nice cup too and he told me grinning that he would be more
Than content and very happy to do it since he was in need of
Having my very good company and having a good conversation
With me and update me in some recent happenings in Fairyland.
So he came around and just sat in his usual chair, then served
Himself a very nice warm cup of mint tea too. Then he turned
To face me and started to share with me many things that have
Been Happening in Fairyland for the last 24 hours or so and I was
More than happy to hear what he was sharing with me when all
Of Suddenly I heard what sounded like a very tiny fainting little
Childs voice coming somewhere from where he sat and asked
Him if he's heard it too and then just smiling at me he dipped in
Deep into one of his shirt pockets and gently brought out ...
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2016
April.27.2016
~ Authors Notes:
To be continued soon in the second part by the title...An Unexpected Visitor Part 2. :))
Taint/
There was a time when I felt like wealth
all I needed under my belt,
like why the f*** do I care,
look at this Gucci I wear,
like a movie directed by Luci,
I’ve become less a begger and more choosy,
the center of my own world, and I unfurled,
all the time I spent,
where f*** I went, giving one hundred percent,
on earth between a ferment,
I’m trapped inside, right beside sin,
Divided by greed,
why did I agree,
to envy the clout, about how everyone else
has no brain cells, but their s*** sells,
Rebeltease/
Truth be told I came up from the gutter
(metaphorically speaking)
nah just being cheeky
but never smooth as butta
makes me shutter
I never been sneaky
I worked hard for my respect
and yea I can still flex
I just do it correct see
Taint/
I been hanging with rebel tease,
oh please, oh jeez,
I might just be your next trainee,
like teach me nothing original just a fictional idea
I mean something.
The reality is I’m a wannabe,
this rap game is a fantasy,
so everyone can chastise
me, so give me the clout,
fishing, hook out my mouth,
swimming, winning.
Rebtease/
At times it sucks to be me
but I can fully agree
with the fact that my respects
distract cause I see those stars in ya eyes
wanna be like me
Yea a trainee now,
a tease in the making ??
oh wow, please
but the clout
it ain’t cut out to
be what you see the critics
you can never appease geez
Here’s the true story...
ain’t no glory in my story
it’s a predatory
world out here none give
congratulatory telegrams
like you become an animal
watching ya territory
nah see ain’t no glory here!
but if ya want it come get it
Taint/
Laugh at my jokes,
I know it provokes,
to see me get rich,
which b**** gonna diss next,
I’m dying Hysterically,
because I’m not a ing charity,
remember I’m selfish,
quite devilish, who am I to Cherish,
when everything will perish
Rebeltease/
honestly consciously
times I wish I wasn’t so good
I say that modestly
hope ya wasn’t looking for a comradely
because to be real that straight comedy
but you right all will parish
when it comes ta the light but cherish what you can
find reason to fight don’t sell your soul
just know there’s no guarantees in life
I don't know what I want to write
But I believe anything I write would be
what God wanted
You want to bet?
Let's see now
I will write about whatever you want to write
Do you just write whatever you want to write
or you write whenever it is in you
God puts it in you?
I 'd like to think that I just write whatever
I darn well pleased
But it is not the case
If it is not in me
I can't write it
What is it?
Other calls it muse
Some call it inspiration
attention, source, seed, germ
Whatever you call it
It is from one source
and that is -God
Ahh you give too much credit to Him already
You'd better
Anything you said and do is from the One person
And that is Him
You cannot do anything if He does not want you
to do
You cannot say anything if He does not want you
to say it
So what is left?
Do I have control over anything I say and do?
Nope
You are for the taking
He has you
And He is going to do whatever according to
His master plan
Do you think you have a different idea?
The next time you want to do something
see if you can do it
That is to tempt God
I wouldn't want to be in your shoes
But that is enough already
Why don't people want to believe
that anything they said and do
is what God wants them to say and do?
Pride
They think they have superior ideas
They think they can do all things
and not suffer consequences
God will have you learned
Either from Him
or from your mistakes
Whatever you choose it
It will be done for you
Just like the prodigal son
who had learned from his mistakes
We too must learn from our mistakes
But that doesn't mean that God doesn't do it
cause it
When will we ever learn?
Ok, what do you want to write?
For some, It’s Margaritaville
My town is called Martini
It’s not so very hard to find
in fact, it’s too damn easy
Just hang a left on Shaker Street,
the one right after Gin
Then find Vermouth, go ‘round the block
and do it all again
It’s quite a lovely place to live
and some may never leave
For me, I visit way too much
with Olive on my sleeve
A happy sort of confidence
so often will prevail
until your head begins to pound
like hammer to a nail
So take a tip from me to you
and come but for a while
Martini Town is guaranteed
to generate a smile
JUST TO INCOMPATIBLE
NOT ON THE SAME PAGE
VIEWS ARE MUCH DIFFERENT
VALUES AREN'T THE SAME
NOT EQUAL AS CAN BE
THE SUNRISES TO LIGHT
FROM THE DARK SKIES AT NIGHT
ALMIGHTY TO GOD, WITH CONTINUE IN PRAYERS
THE VALLEYS ARE STEEP, THE TIMES SPENT
WEAKENED AS STRENGTHEN ABROAD
PRAYERS EACH MOMENT THROUGH IT ALL
GRACE AND MERCY GIVEN AGAIN
AS THE JOURNEY NOTES IS WRITTEN, A PAGE DISMISSED
A SCENE REALITY IS DISPLAYED
THE VIEW SEEMS REAL
THE HIDDEN DISCOVERY SUBMISSION
IF CAN DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN
A TIME TO THINK, A TIME TO REALIZE
NOT ALL BRIGHT LIGHTS LEAD TO SUNSHINE
DESTINY TAKEN PLACE
AS THE TIME GOES BY
A STAR SHINING BRIGHT
A TRUE GENUINE LOVE IS FOREVER
A NEW LIFE, PROSPEROUS, BLESSED JOURNEY DISCOVERED.
NOTE:
There are many differences when others are not compatible.
Not in most ways equal. Being on the same page, support, love, and lifting each other up is as very most important in growing, grow together in unity. With GOD. Love, encouraging, understanding, COMMUNICATION, LISTEN. Two people in unity as one. Healthier, and much better results manifest.
I looked after an old lady and she always used to say
‘Three things never come back…
The spoken word, the sped arrow, and the neglected opportunity’
I look back on my life, yes I have regrets
Of the things I’ve done, or I haven’t done
The things I’ve said or I haven’t said
We must remember, life is all too short
None of us know what is around the corner
So seize the moment and do it now
Grab every opportunity you can
Tell people around you that you love them
For tomorrow may never come…
Carpe Diem – seize the day
10~25~14
Submitted to Premiere contest #10 sponsored by Skat
let’s toast some ghosts, the witch said to me.
Her hair was as red as the devil’s sea.
I had no words, but wondered what she meant.
when I saw it, I was lost in wonderment.
You are really toasting ghosts! I exclaimed.
I told you she said to me, her hair inflamed.
The ghosts were booing, hissing, and stuff.
She said “they blubber, but I can huff.”
I was amazed at her ability to do what she did.
Out in the open, showing everyone. What a kid!
Do you eat them too? I asked, kind of intrigued.
I am not a cannibal! She told me. Not a bad seed.
Why do you toast them? I asked her, wanting to know.
They love it, she told me. It helps them so….
They cannot boo as hard when they are pristine.
I do it to be helpful; it is not a bit mean.