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" Hello, Mr. Cupid!
I'm so excited to talk to you.
You are the ambassador for love.
And give hope to the sad and blue.
" Hi, how are you?
Thank you for the compliment,
I'm just doing what I was born to do.
It's my pleasure to spread love.
" I didn't believe in love or you.
But I no longer doubt I believe.
You see your arrow went straight through,
The walls of my sad and broken heart.
" I seek the broken-hearted, my friend.
And I happen to have really good aim.
You know what? Love triumphs in the end.
I appreciate you, cheering for love.
“It’s my pleasure, the world needs love.
How do you feel about having a holiday?
It’s tomorrow, a day to celebrate love.
Folk everywhere will let love have its say.
“ It brings me pure joy and lets me see what
I do is worthwhile, it makes my heart smile.
This is not a job for me it is my life’s purpose.
For a broken heart, I would fly many miles.
“ WoW! Mr. Cupid thanks for talking to me.
I see that you love what you are called to do.
You have made my day filled with much glee.
Have an awesome and amazing day, goodbye.
“ Inspired by the “ Conversation
With A Fictional Character “ contest
*Happy Valentine’s Day
02/13/2022
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Holmes, I am enormously elated,
how it all started, may I ask, though somewhat belated.”
“I was working silently solving intricate murder cases,
until Conan Doyle picked me up from many sleuth faces,
narrated my exploits in words of my friend, Dr. Watson,
and since then the limelight upon me was always on”.
“You had been a private detective par excellence,
what was your forte in the profession in essence?”
“I believed in proficiency with careful observation,
used common sense for the methodical deduction,
in order to solve surely the manipulated mystery
I applied logical reasoning, forensic science helped me,
derived rational conclusion before the culprit was gone
and I said to my friend, it’s elementary, dear Watson.”
“You liked to spend time leisurely smoking pipe at home,
you looked dispassionate, what energized you, Mr. Holmes?”
“Whenever I got complex investigations so much hard
to deal with like the ones given to me by the Scotland Yard,
I was excited instantly if these were tough mystery ridden,
discovered within simple evidences the vital clues hidden,
I showed then intentionally the flair of my showmanship
to impress observers my thinking line in me I used to keep.”
“A legendary detective you had made yourself people see,
you were considered an iconic character, do you agree?”
“Solving mysteries for justice to the victims I strived to try,
I was the only one doing this in the Victorian era gone by.
I was happy receiving for my exciting job so much admiration,
live content retired in a farm with beekeeping as occupation.”
(Sherlock Holmes is a fictional detective character created by
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle)
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February 11, 2022
Contest : A Conversation With A Fictional Character
Sponsored by : Natasha L Scragg
I would like to do an interview with you, "OK what are your questions but don't make me blue." How do you like being Jon's best friend, "he makes me laugh and we will be best friends until the end." Garfield you don't like animal food~wet or dry, "Yuk~I am a doughnut~pizza~lasagna kind of a guy." That is not good for you in real-life, "so~I will die enjoying my life." Why are you so lazy, "really~~I love being in rest mode~is that so crazy." "Are we almost done," just a couple more questions for fun. What do you think of Liz, "she is a really nice lady~Jon should be nicer than he is." "Pooky it is time for a doughnut and a nap,"
I guess this interview is now over with a wrap.
Date Written:2/1/2022
1 Place
Note: Garfield The Comic Strip Cat.
The cat in a fur coat that thinks he is a people.
a conversation with a fictional character
Sponsored by: Natasha L Scragg
Me: Say Charlotte, is your story true?
C: It’s fictional, now are we through?
Me: So are you rich from telling yarns?
C: I’ve got nice threads, but live in barns.
Me: Are you a speedster in disguise?
C: I took a spin; I won a prize.
Me: So what’s your sport now, with your size?
C: Baseball, I guess, ‘cuz I catch flies.
Me: Do you take trips by ground or air?
C: I went by truck, seemed pretty fair.
Me: I hear your love of school is big?
C: I learned to spell and saved a pig!
Me: I hear you were a diplomat?
C: I once coerced a nasty rat.
Me: At this point, what’s your great concern?
C: I’m losing it; I talk to ferns.
Me: So is your life now on the skids?
C: You ever kept a thousand kids?
Me: Surely your life’s not been a dud?
C: You’ve clearly never sucked fly’s blood.
Me: So you’re concened with mental health?
C: I often try to hang myself.
Me: What helps most with life's flow and ebb?
C: I sit a lot and surf the web.
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(Inspired by Charlotte’s Web by E. B. White)
FIRST PLACE WINNER
for ‘a conversation with a fictional character’ Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Natasha L Scragg
Submitted 2/4/22
*Image of The Adventures of Jonny Quest on File.
The Adventures of Jonny Quest and The Talk
[Truth be told, I was too young at the time to know the nuances as to why after a year, this cartoon series ended until later in life. Here is my interpretation]
Hey there Jonny,
what's with the "H".
Gave it to Hadji?
or the ole MPH!
You've been off the air!
What? The station's bare?
No more Jonny Quest Adventures?
Or heavily backed-up debentures?
No, we're just on a little hiatus,
Right, Hadj!
Nobody truthfully hates us,
No dodge!
It's Been a Long, Long Time, I feel!
Song of the sixty's is your spiel?
Man, I'm just stating some of the facts!
It's not about you it's about the contracts.
Read it, man, it's all there in black and white!
It's all signed on the bottom line, it's airtight!
Come on guys, they carried you all on a year's run.
Every episode had proceeded into a cost overrun.
The handwriting was definitely on the wall,
Someday, all the king's horses had to fall.
Thanks for all of The Adventures of, Jonny Quest!
As all good things must come to the end, at last!
So, I do want to apologize for sorta steppin' out-of-bounds,
Okay, guys, we're done here, lights out, release the hounds!
(Stage goes dark, as sounds bark ...)
2022 January 30
*1st Place*
a conversation with a fictional character
~~Natasha L Scragg: Judged 2022 March 02
( Based on the animated musical produced by Walt Disney
based on the fairytale written by Charles Perrault.)
"Hello Cinderella, how are you ?
I am very happy and still in love,
the Prince is kind and handsome;
and from the first kiss it was truelove !"
"What became of your animal friends ?
I brought all the birds, and the mice,
and other animals to live in the palace;
now, they are safe and think it is quite nice !"
"What became of your stepsisters ?
I allowed them and their mother to stay
in my manor, because they had nowhere to go;
I am sure they will grow old there and decay !"
"What was it like after your father died ?
I was a girl when father remarried,
Lady Tremaine who had two daughters;
then father died shortly after and was buried.
The daughters Anatasia and Drizella were spoiled;
and Lady Tremaine was very mean,
I had to live in a dusty attic room with the mice ;
and everyday had to scrub and clean ! "
"It must have been exciting to go to the ball ?
Oh yes, I was excited and wanted to go,
but it seemed impossible that I could;
until my fairy godmother helped me as you know.
The stepsisters had ripped apart my mother's dress,
but, fairy godmother made me a shimmering gown to wear,
made a pumpkin into to a stage coach;
four white mice into white horses fair,
and a old horse and a dog into a coachman and footman;
it was magic but only till the stroke of midnight.
At the ball I danced with the prince and walked in the garden,
and when we kissed it was delight ! "
"So I know the ending, your foot fit the glass slipper ?
Yes, of all the maidens in the kingdom it only fit me,
and though my stepmother and sisters tried to stop it;
the glass slipper was the key,
soon after I married the prince !"
"Cinderella, my last question is what is
your advice for young girls ?
I want every young girl to know they are a star,
and to never ever give up on their dreams;
because if they wish and wish they can go far,
as the song goes- A dream is a wish ! "
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February 09, 2022
Poetry/Rhyme/A Conversation With Cinderella
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1428-994-09
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, A Conversation A Fictional Character
sponsor, Natasha L. Scragg, Judged 03/02/2022
First Place
Old Bolsanaro wishes he was, and takes strides to become, a fictional character as a way to promote more predictable backlash from his invasive, divisive and inflammatorily abusive comments—you know, to make a level playing field and billiard table smooth backboard for his me-against-them game of basketball. A wealthy slob such as him whose shrewd post-modern financial skills extend not beyond personal aggrandizement into the ‘for the public good’ realm as implicitly promised by what seems to have been an epoch ago when he snatched victory from the hand of a former First Lady, to say nothing about the his recent failed victory snatch, has plowed the net worth of countless thousands of homeless people into the creation and deployment of an amplifier to blast the sound of his one hand clapping in much the same way the Communists continually saturated the soundscape of the populace with their brand of propaganda. Your five point safety harness, designed to assure that you arrive intact, will do nothing should you, or your seatmate, have undiagnosed severe motion sickness that is revealed during this rollercoaster ride we know as the 24 hour news cycle that opened not that many decades ago but has yet to receive any scheduled maintenance.
(Author's note- The narrator for this poem is a fictional character, and does not represent my actual views on these matters. But I think we've all run into someone like this at some point...)
Heartbreaker, yeah I’m the one,
make your mind race with the strength of my gun,
heartbreaker, yeah I’m the man,
love you so hard the next day you can’t stand.
You know what you want from me,
at the club I can plainly see,
your eyes catch my model looks,
when you’re hot as me you always got a hook.
I make six figures see,
and you want that security,
what do I care if you’re a six,
doesn’t matter much when you’re wrapped ’round my d—k.
Heartbreaker, yeah I’m the one,
make your soul quake with the strength of my gun,
heartbreaker, let’s go again,
give you one night, you can sleep with a ten.
Next you try to call again,
think you can land the better man,
as if your standard is raised,
but I don’t want rings, I just wanted some play.
You will not believe it’s true,
that I want nothing more from you,
you’ll think you can land my kind,
and now you’re much ‘too good’ for regular guys.
Heartbreaker, yeah I’m the one,
make your pulse pound with the strength of my gun,
heartbreaker, this soon will end,
then you’ll be let down by all other men.
You’ll think you deserve what’s great,
and you’ll wait ’till it’s much too late
to get even beta cucks,
overrate yourself and you’ll be truly f-cked.’
Even if I ever wed,
won’t be you, a hot one instead,
but it’s always about the hunt,
never stop looking for hot and ready…fun.
Heartbreaker, yeah I’m the one,
make you pine hard for the strength of my gun,
heartbreaker, you’ll understand
that dancing with me leaves you nothing but damned.
Some questions for you, Little Miss Riding Hood.
First, do you often walk all alone in the wood?
Why yes, as a matter of fact, I do.
I like being out in nature. Don’t you?
Yes, but the wood is scary and dark.
I wouldn’t go walking there just on a lark.
Well, I go out a lot, for my grandma lives there.
Unlike Goldilocks, I’m afraid of no bear!
But I read in some book that a big bad wolf ate
your grandma. Then also you met the same fate.
You’ve read the wrong version of a dumb fairy tale.
It’s barely the truth and things ended quite well!
Well, that’s plain to see. You’re as live as can be.
What actually happened? You’ve got to tell me!
When the wolf in my grandma’s clothes lay in her bed.
I was thinking, “Oh, crap. Is my grandmother dead?”
So the wolf did not fool you, and you did not say
“Grandma, how big your nose is” that day?
Even a fool could have figured things out.
People don’t have noses as large as a snout!
So you guessed right away! But weren’t you afraid?
Your story is nothing like how it’s portrayed.
In my basket I carry a nice big sharp knife.
I used it to take the big bad wolf’s life.
How daring and brave. But your grandma was dead.
At least that’s what every fairy tale said.
Oh, no, they’re all wrong. My grandma’s okay.
The wolf only knocked her unconscious that day.
My questions are answered. I thank you, Miss Hood.
Your story’s not gruesome. The ending is good!
You’re welcome. I think my tale should reinforce
if you want the truth, you should go straight to the source!
This is me conversing with Miss Hood (whose words are in bold print)
For those who do not know, this is a fairy tale for which there are different versions; however, always in the fairy tales Red Riding Hood is tricked into believing that the wolf is impersonating her grandmother, and to me, this just never made sense that someone could not see with their own eyes that a wolf was wearing a grandmother's clothes, so that was my inspiration for this poem
Written Feb. 27, 2022
For A Conversation With A Fictional Character Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Natasha L Scragg
The way he gazes at the moon,
Doesn't quite feel right; every day he has a different tune.
I envy his starlight, the perfect fit for a groom
The kind that doesn't find a reason to fight
With much passion, I was drawn by his spiritual side,
Putting on a show with his flamboyant stride
Like a jewel, he sparkles brighter than 100 years of TWILIGHT
Without a remedy for fading away, I see no reason to stray
He has never shown an ego larger than mine.
Nor a side that needs to conceal how he feels inside.
For some reason, in this relationship, "I'm Always Right."
With my narcissistic personality, he complements my OCD.
When he dreams and closes his eyes,
I can sense and envision __ sunrise
Gorgeous, like a rainbow at any given moment
He's every fantasy come true, nevertheless, too good to be straight...
When he holds my hand, he wears a smile that lifts every mood.
This feels like heaven in any LGBTQ book everything feels good
No straight man gives a grin with every given look
With boundless joy and passion, sometimes I feel he fell from above.
Involved romantically, everything one might dream of.
The hues he wears are not of my yesteryear.
Vivid yellow, a reminder to himself of how happy life should be.
When he buys flowers, one can feel he's in love.
Not in love with me, but his unending SANITY.
Every night, he sits and shares his lovely poetic verses,
delightful between every course, he has me under a curse
Always writing about butterflies and Cloud Nine.
I won't mention his sensitive side, which is more intense than mine.
When we talk on the phone, I can feel the pleasure in his tone
Life with him feels like a novel; everything about him feels unreal.
It's surreal, sometimes I feel Danielle Steel wrote his fictional character
What if he's merely an angel in disguise? This would explain everything
Nevertheless!!! As my mother used to say
If he seems too good to be true, then he must be gay.