Long Donna Poems
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Heart stalked the street
Attitude not too sweet
Told tales too tall
Audience very small
Nobody heard
His word
“I did not lie”
Claimed Heart’s alibi
That no one purchased a buy
From those
Wearing, a professional investigative nose
Believing, tempting stories with flask
Embellished by the drunken class
Featuring, evil characters wearing masks
Loitering near the harbor one night
Heart caught in his sight
A man leaving the bar
“It’s the credible newspaper star!”
He harked
Before following the gumshoe through the dark
Heart closed in on the gothic journalist mark
Wondering if the storyteller had information to report
That could deliver someone to criminal court
Picking up the pace
Heart raced
Catching the prima donna figure
Whose popularity getting bigger
Question wanted asked
Getting answers was Heart’s task
Suddenly the man fell
Soul was pulled towards heaven or hell
“What happened
I didn’t even tap him”
Heart exclaimed
About the man’s destiny filled with fame
Quickly detectives arrived
Heart told them how the man died
“He did not lie”
Heart repeated
Underneath the interrogation lamp heated
“Spinning tall tales?”
Judged the legal scale
Knowing this was the final nail
Each coffin would use to close
Trapping both Heart and Poe
“Glad they are gone,”
Many chatted when alone
Until Poe’s ghost appeared
Holding a reporter's notebook spear
Scribing, confirming, this world was too weird
When murder can happen after a sudsy beer
Legend states heaven Poe went
While prison Heart ended up sent
Opening a haunting book
Entertaining readers to this day with its mysterious hook
One click closer to a naughty mama.
One click closer to a blue chanteuse.
One click closer to a prima donna.
One click closer to a femme fatale.
One click closer to a black deed done.
One click closer to oblivion.
One click closer to a foxy diva.
One click closer to a sweet coquette.
One click closer to a rogue enchantress.
One click closer to a teasing vamp.
One click closer to a death head’s grin.
One click closer to oblivion.
One click closer to a nagging harpy.
One click closer to a nasty scold.
One click closer to a fussy trollop.
One click closer to a brazen shrew.
One click closer, it’s Euclidian.
One click closer to oblivion.
One click closer to an eager hussy.
One click closer to a .
One click closer to a savage mistress.
One click closer to an ardent tart.
One click closer lets Delilah win.
One click closer to oblivion.
the oldsters were the ones who were predictable
Aunt Marjorie would bring something to sell
If you said “no thank you” she would try to guilt you into it
“I will give them to you if you cannot afford them.”
She is gone now.
Uncle Ronald and Aunt Donna had no reason to come to the reunion.
They sat by themselves, and talked to no one, not even each other.
We tried to park Neal in their corner, but he did not stay there long.
Neal is the most boring family member of any family to ever be born.
Cousin Neal rattles off stories about himself in a weird monotone voice.
Following one person or another from table to table.
Desperate for attention, a bachelor who remained single until he was sixty.
The marriage did not last two weeks.
Uncle Bill was one of the highlights of the family reunion.
He told wildly outrageous stories that had all of us laughing.
Even if we had heard them before, they were still funny.
He is gone now too.
There is no sense in going back to the reunion.
The only ones left are people I do not recognize, Neal, Ronald and Donna.
A waste of my time, and no one appreciates my chocolate chip cookies anyway.
MATERIAL SQUIRREL
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There once was an offbeat squirrel named *Madonna,
In sequins and sparkles, she fashioned herself a prima donna.
She shopped till she dropped,
Buying beads and clothes, nonstop
Saying “I’m a material squirrel in a material world, uh huh!”
In the forest, she performed most every night,
Dancing under the moon's luminescent light.
She sang, “I'm a material squirrel,”
Her voice loudly did unfurl.
“With acorns and bling, my life on stage is bright!"
Why gather just nuts?” she was heard to declare,
“When diamonds and gems are priceless, and rare!”
With a flick of her tail,
She forged a fashionable trail,
“I’m a diva squirrel with style beyond compare!
Note*“Madonna Louise Ciccone an American singer, songwriter, record producer, and actress. Referred to as the "Queen of Pop", she has been recognized for her continual reinvention and versatility in music production, songwriting, and visual presentation…Her popular song, "Material Girl," is a synth-pop song by Madonna from her 1984 album Like a Virgin. The song expresses her preference for material wealth over romance and became a pop culture icon.” (Source Wikipedia.com)
Donald R. Crombie
May 6, 1944 July 6, 2014
It was on a Sunday you chose to leave
And I was very sad to see you go
You had other family you needed to see
But I shall really miss you so
There was Mom and Dad and Brother Darryl
And of course sisters Donna, Shirley and Kay
Cousins Larry, Henry, Danny, and Kurt
That you will also see along the way
All the people you have left behind
Understand why you had to leave
We will always love you
This you really must believe
I know you are in a wonderful place
And my missing you shall never cease
There are others that share this feeling too
So dear brother please, please,
Rest in peace
Connie Moore
July 8, 2014
She was a Daddy's girl
The apple of his eye
Somehow things change
as the years go by
His hugs and kisses
Vanished like the sun
He became serious
Instead of being fun
She wanted to be noticed
Purple hair and pierced nose
She started wearing black
From her head to her toes
He said he was leaving
A new family he had
He said not to worry
He'd always be her dad
She didn't shed a tear
As daddy walked away
Still pain needs expression
She cuts her skin each day
If you see her tatoo
It's a black broken heart
Printed with Daddy's Girl
Her life expressed through art
I wrote this one for Donna Jones
to answer some of the questions
she had about my Watch poem.
It's a wonderful life
became a favourite Christmas hit
a movie to thrill and inspire
a classic film it is it
Starred the marvellous Jimmy Stewart
assisted by the lovely Donna Reed
focused on man's guardian angel
each one's protector it is indeed
This movie asks an important question
what if we had never been born
never indeed been known
to the world we be foreign
Looking back on our life
has it made any impact?
what if we never came here?
never to be a fact
So be very thankful
for all you have got
remember and never forget
history reveals more than you thought
poetgord@2013
Silly Billy had no fear, he drowned it in a case of beer.
Handy Andie so adept, kept so busy, she never slept.
Dirty Donna did what you wanna, she lived just down the street.
You didn't have to ask her twice, she was so nice and very sweet.
Hairy Larry all alone, made the women grimace and groan.
Very scary in his approach, girls would crush him like a roach.
Steady Betty, always ready with what ever it took.
Found a way to save the day, be it by hook or crook.
Stan the man does what he can no matter what it takes.
Always appalled by what has happened, then says for goodness sakes.
Gabby Abby giggles and talks with nary a concern.
I wonder if there'll ever be a time she'll ever learn.
Bob the slob wouldn't get a job, he did nothing all day.
He looked a mess, and yes I guess, there's nothing left to say.
Chatty Patty talked so much, she developed lock jaw.
You'd think that that would slow her down, but nah.
Dorky Doug had quite the mug, he looked a little askew.
When he'd greet you on the street, you didn't know what to do.
Nick the stick was very quick, always on the go.
He never walked, he always ran, the word slow, he didn't know.
Guilty Milty quite the guy. He never looked you in the eye.
If you caught him at his game, instead of shame, he'd rather die.
Ditzy Mitzy, not a clue, in her ear, you'd see clear through.
Sandy Sandy, on the beach, the young men she would beseech.
Their young minds she couldn't reach, but that's not what she tried to teach.
Loser Lenny always played, what it cost, he never weighed.
Didn't know when to walk away, should have left, but always stayed.
Pervy Peter made skin crawl, I'm guessing his was pretty small.
You felt like you'd catch a disease, even if he would just sneeze.
Surly Shirley, not too girly, and not very nice.
You can ask her once, a question, but don't ask her twice.
Bendy Wendy in the breeze, did everything down on her knees.
The young boys she'd always please, when they would leer up in the tree's.
Kent the gent, his kindness spent, decided it was time.
To let them know just what he meant, but still did it in rhyme.
Holy Holly, quite contrite, prayed sincerely every night.
Oh, good golly, how she yearned for things to be just right.
In the interest of keeping your interest, I think I'll stop it here.
Like Billy up in the first line, I think I'll have a beer. :)
Compartment
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written by:
Nel F. Corretto
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Prompt and Topic
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A Mezzo Soprano is described as a meddler
the play write is engaged in creating her character
Research helps create the Character so that the actress can
execute with flawless detail
(Managing their access to your private life...The Meddler
interferes and interrupts the affairs of others wishing to avoid accountability
,or deflect blame when their uninvited interference causes conflict)
In Contrast:The complete opposite of a meddler is someone
who is unobtrusive, uninterested in the affairs of others
and practices the hands-off approach of minding their own business.
A classic dramatic arc that dictates the flow of acts
These storytelling milestones propel the narrative
from exposition to a defining climax
setting firm boundaries is your best course of action
managing their access to your private life is
essential to maintaining your peace of mind.
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specialty
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The Soprano and the Baritone are in a relationship
the The Mezzo Soprano begans meddling into the affairs
of the Soprano, while the Baritone is caught in the middle
Thinking it's his part to keep things calm he begins
to have an affair with the very attractive Mezzo Soprano.
While in the midst of this an affair develops and two women
find themselves in opposition of one another
the Male Character finds the attention great for his ego
but realises the drama is to intense for him he finds
comfort in another who agrees to marry him
" to calm the shores of unrest"
."Non è finita finché non canta la donna grassa"
The Soprano engages again to become pregnant and stop
the pending marriage.
The lamp that invokes the dusk,
A splendid natural frisk,
Eccentric among the constellation of stars,
Concealing your char to the view from Mars.
Masking your beauty with the darker clouds,
Blushing away from the denser crowd,
Calming the Earth with the cooling rays,
The land that was warmed up in many ways.
Beetling in the sky,where none can arrive,
Thy captivating vision makes us revive!
Shattering the differences and detachments,
Entrusting, we are under the same sky of bondings and attachments
The enthralling "Prima Donna" of the lovely night, Thou !!!
To you, I make a bow !!!!