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Handsome as hot dudes,
turning on those beautiful ladies...
whispering sweet secrets;
I have all of Romeo's charms
in these sexy eyes!
Why do I love so many,
instead of just one?
I am bound to have much fun!
Have you seen my preppy clothes?
What about my dry hair?
It needs more conditioner!
This tuxedo, not well-ironed,
doesn't it match my shiny shoes!
Me...getting married?
Take my bride on honey moon?
Never, crying fool!
On the beach with elegant shades,
they spoil me with kisses;
I'm the sheik of my harem,
anything I desire...
with the sign of a command!
Beauties so sensual,
don't ever let me grow old...
enjoy Romeo's charms!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
How cute are the flowers that come to my lawn,
but these little flowers are oft frowned upon.
People don’t like them because they grow tall,
and many folks just mow them down, one and all
Yes, they wilt and they wither, that’s also true,
but so do all flowers. It’s what flowers do!
These small diehard dudes bring themselves back alive,
bursting like popcorn. Oh, how they do thrive!
Their shriveled up bodies, much like a cacoon,
emerge looking different. What do we see soon?
Feather-heads in my yard come into sight,
each sending seeds sailing off, fluffy and white.
The seeds, when they fall to the ground, will beget
circles of leaves, which are called a rosette.
Though the leaves are not sweet, we can make from them tea
with nutrients given for us naturally!
They help one’s digestion and even the brain!
Plus other great blessings from this plant we gain.
The overlooked beauty of health in the seed
of the dandelion makes it much more than a weed!
Nov. 11, 2018 for Jesse Rowe's Overlooked Beauty Poetry Contest
Way Back When Lingo! (Slang from the 1970's)
The '70's were way back when,
Once we were young,
the 70's had just begun...
There were hits that were around,
when we were all closer to the ground...
I was a dorky classroom teacher,
Like being a gross lay preacher,
For all the little chicks and dudes,
Who had to sit on it in primary school,
"Get real!" I'd say to them,
They answered back, "Ahem,
Up your nose with a rubber hose!"
When I'd asked them to write some prose.
They were in my face all day,
Can you dig it? Then they'd say,
"Dorky, don't chuck a spaz,
We're really not that bad.
Keep on truckin', Art is groovy!"
Didn't have a VCR for movies.
"Maths is sick!" they'd shriek,
"We're not perfect little geeks!'
"Awe, sooky sooky la la,"
I'd say, "Extra homework, ha ha ha!
Right on, looooking gooood..."
"Dream on, dorky, there's the bell!"
"Good night, John boys!" I'd yell.
"That's sick!" "Catch you tomorrow."
Hometime was no sorrow.
"Catch you on the flip side,"
As they ran outside,
"Don't go bananas at us!!!!"
Now we're old, why did I fuss?
Once we were all so young,
When the '70's had just begun.
Full Metal Clown, I don't know another life/
So I walk around on egg shells, with people thinking I'm crazy/
I live a metal life, with a clown mentality/
So I rock out when I roll, this is my reality/
I continue to rise, I climb the mountain to the top/
I unload my lyrics, just so you can upload/
I took YouTube by storm, my music put hair on your chest/
My picture on YouTube is blue but I'm really not blue/
My metal top notch, so I give you a shipload/
Turn me up loud till your speakers explode/
We are in the day and age of Symphonic Metal/
They are trying to kill the game, and I'm the crucifix,/
The prefix, the suffix, and all in between,/
With a nasty rare swag, but my style Mr. Clean/
I'm probably the only one with this many tattoos/
Who lives a clean, sober, legit life like the purest clown/
They celebrate my music like a festival/
I make dudes shiver, I make women quiver/
I'm unapologetic, I'm not a forgiver/
Be my friend but never hate on me cuz if you hate, you damn yourself/
My life is day to day, looking for that relief/
I'm a proud clown with a rhyme in my swag/
I see death around the corner, I tell him come and play/
If I owe him my life, then the Devil have to pay/
If I really have to pay, it will be in down payments/
Just a little at a time, I'm just trying to make it/
I'm a disobeyer, you a clown portrayer/
No, I'm not Buffy, but I'm a guitar slayer/
To all metal betrayers, I'll turn a popstar into a metal head/
I will hold the game down, in any event/
You other clowns are experimental, you need development/
Your rhyme is sentimental, it's just too gentle/
My flow is full throttle, it's a tough pill to swallow/
No pun intended, this not the Apollo/
Ha, pun is intended, this is not the Apollo/
All you metal heads are just too soft and hollow/
My full metal style got the game in a web/
You just caught up in the middle so put it on my tab/
We got really dumped on yesterday
Was hoping we would miss out on this one
But must remember, this is Canada!
The land of ice and snow and parkas and snow shoes
At least that's the general perception
We have electricity and runny water and even indoor toilets
And not only that, we have radio
However, the powers that be are promising TV before 2020
Okay okay, I'm exaggerating a wee bit
We just recently got indoor plumbing
Hmmm, strangely my tongue seems to be stuck firmly in my cheek
But we are a hearty bunch
On January 1st every year, some of our real hearty dudes
Take a dip in the Ottawa River
They're called the “Polar Bear Club”
I have a different name for them!!!!!
I call them the “Those That Have A Screw Loose Club”
They urgently need to seek psychiatric help
As backward as we are, we DO have medicare... yee haw!
So we can take all kinds of risks we wouldn't normally take
Like clomping down the middle of our major thoroughfares
Making sure we watch out for the occasional snowmobile
And wearing our stylish snowshoes and parkas
A hearty bunch we are!!!
© Jack Ellison 2014
I've never had a girls night out
Or wild things to tell about
But I think it will be fun
To say what I would have done
My friends and I would be shain'
Our "groove thing" while men are takin'
Dollars out as we begin
To get drunk and show some skin
Dancing on bars and tables too
Not having a single clue
What's happening all because
We're getting more than a "buzz"
From the liquor men are buying
More and more they are supplying
Stronger drinks that are not mild
So they can see "women gone wild"
Our inhibitions take a hike
And stupidity begins to spike
Soon we are playing strip pool
Thinking it is really cool
In time more than skin is showing
As we feel cold air blowing
On bodies that are now nude
Losing to some crafty dudes
That hustled us out of them
Now there is a group of friends
Waking up huddled together
Not really sure how we got here
Heads are banging--sickness starts
Trying to piece the different parts
Back together once again
With help from a sober friend
We see every action played
Words escape us--we're dismayed
Watching things that we have done
Along with each and everyone
Seeing naked butts and boobs
Over and over on you tube
Ah! The Golden Years of Hollywood
And those old black and white movies
Some were cinematic disasters
But some you could call quite groovy
Even now, my heart skips a beat
When one appears on the late night screen
I choke up a bit seeing John Wayne
As he swaggers in and out of the scene
Today with its technology and trickery
We don't know if people are real
Or made up computer animation dudes
To me, it seems way too surreal
Take me back to the Spaghetti Westerns
The gangster films of Cagney and Bogart
The newsreel of the day plus a cartoon
Loved them all, that was cinematic art
The stunning sensuality of Ingrid Bergman
The glamour of a young Liz Taylor
The bombshell beauty of Marilyn Monroe
Bardot, Betty Grable and more
The newsreels, the cartoons, the travelogues
The giant blockbusters of the time
Sure was a lot for twenty-five cents
Plus popcorn and a drink for a dime
Ah! The Golden Years of Hollywood
Great musicals like “Singing In The Rain”
“An American In Paris” with Gene Kelly
Sure wish I could go back there again
Of what essence it is
To fiercely assert a formalised choice
In the name of political honour
That produces terror?
I fight for my party to win
Yet us our country is between
The leaders and the led
Any need to fight?
Because her we have to as one ameliorate.
As simple as peaceful to vote
Just speak to the ballot box
Instead I've always caused things that box
My task of getting my boss there
At the height of prestige
In formulation of gangs of my fellow young dudes
To contend by physical exertion.
So funny!
It's now I realise
That the sons of those influencers are always absent
In our brawls and thugs
And in our forces;
For their fathers’ failing fates;
Like they have none,
Or ain't they our peers?
But they all do.
I see!
Ergo, I'll no more to vote fight
In rote we'll vote.
Elections are opinions, not dominions.
Cowboyin' seems so romantical as seen in th' pitcher shows.
Ain't a lick uv truth in that as ever' workin' cowpoke knows.
Movie stars is paid big bucks with a fancy saddle fer thar horse,
An' always ride off into th' sunset with a purty gal, uv course!
Real cowpokes don't wear designer jeans er fancy rhinestone suits.
You can tell a real buckaroo by th' looks uv his scruffy boots!
He's rousted out uv his bunk at th' break uv day;
(Seems it wuz jes' an hour er so ago, since he'd hit th' hay!)
He ain't got no time to strum a git'tar an' croon to a purty gal.
You'll usually find him ropin' an' a-sweatin' in a hot corral.
More'n likely them big stars lunch on caviar at th' country club,
While a cowpuncher eats beans an' bacon fer his daily grub!
In them western movies, handsome dudes ride tall in th' saddle.
A cowpoke has bowlegs frum years ridin' his cayuse astraddle.
Stunt men are handy to take th' falls fer fragile movie stars,
But a cowboy has to rough it an' can prove it by his scars!
When day is done th' movie cowboy goes home to his plush chalet.
A workin' cowboy goes to his humble bunkhouse at th' end uv day.
Cowpokes wonder why they cowboy - it shore ain't fer th' pay,
But they'll keep on a-ropin' and a-ridin' til they're old an' gray!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
We had no hand in this rape of nature
Yet we will bear its full weight and measure
Can climate be sentenced to certain doom
Is there time to resolve its gruesome gloom
Don't dare ask us to deny climate change
We've dug a hole that we can't get out of
At the "climate mercy" from high above
Self-interest trumps the collective good
Tell the top players to do now what they should
Don't dare ask us to think or act short-term
Our little spades try digging us all out
As designer-suit dudes plow dirt round about
We dutifully sift through our own trash
So we make these moguls even more cash
Don't dare ask us to bow to huge profits
Those prominent peers, posers, pols and priests
They had their fair say and done their least
Fighting useless battles over oil sites
While we differ on clear-cut human rights
Don't dare ask us to reject world order
Elites hold the power and that is true
Puny results from what we folks can do
As much as we'd like to see it all stop
To fix this we must begin at the top
Don't dare ask us to back broken brokers
Seeing in stores all that shiny plastic
Vast plastic globs float in the Pacific
We drive plastic cars that are half the weight
With which green fuel is still under debate
Don't dare ask us to save our frail planet
Each ecosystem is interconnected
Rising like tides that are all effected
Now fires and storms rage behind a curtain
Weather is volatile and uncertain
Don't dare ask us to endanger species
Air, lands, waters hope for a better day
Some of earth's environs have lost their way
Without half our insects we must move on
The planet's trees are forever half gone
Don't dare ask us to fix this mega mess
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