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First Annual Poetry Soup Convention shall be held on June 21st at Stonehenge
For Nina’s convenience and to entice Jan, Melani, Brandy, Heidi and Anne-Lise.
M.L., Rhona, Brian, Joseph, and Emile will build the fire, and bring magic.
Jennifer, Michelle, Aditi, Carolyn, Lu and Panagiota will laugh into the night.
Victor, Demetrios, Andrew, Gershon and Chris will build their own cabins.
Mahtab, Brenda and Jim will help construct them, but will refuse any credit.
Directors Line, Eve, Connie, P.S, Ann and Irene will be assigning bunk mates.
Sarah, Sherry and Anisha will create food using M.L.’s epulaeryus for recipes.
Andrea, Gregory, and Kim will be teaching "how to win" poetry workshops.
Peter, Vera and Freddie will bringing along cockatoos to entertain us at night.
Tom will be down the hill re-enacting war stories with a bunch of the fellows.
Maureen will be teaching senyrus. Beata will be holding Bible sessions.
Nette will be coordinating with Susan, Robert, and Teppo to recreate the moon.
Sandra and Maurice will be sneaking onto computers to do their own thing.
Jack and James will arrive without James’ special pal, who is at Mar-a-Largo.
Bobby and Wren will make banners. Everyone will be hugging Line for the idea.
Constance, Sherry and M.L. will bring their cats, who will go from lap to lap.
Charles and Carol will be rich by the end of the night from their cut of the money from Chantelle and Tania's workshops. Arturo will be Grand Marshall.
Winged Warrior, Pixie Dust and Silent One will reveal they have regular names.
We will have so much fun, we will have to do it again next year in Kansas City.
Where Caren can put up all the tents. She does not sleep anyway.
Written 3-8-2019
Contest: First Annual Poetry Soup Convention
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
I'll take 'em any day of the week,
I can't lie
Sounds so good that it makes you get up out of your seat
Today, we're just sitting with our phones,
I can't lie
Got me feeling like an alien who just wants to go back home
Back home to where it wasn't perfect,
I can't lie
But it sho' was nice and sweet, so authentic
Give me some Freddie Jackson, You Are My Lady.
I can't lie
Give me some Rick James; come on, Give It To Me Baby
Give me some Sade, Smooth Operator,
I can't lie
Give me some Rene and Angela, I Love You More
Give me some Irene Cara, Flashdance What a Feeling,
I can't lie
Give me some Journey, Don't Stop Believin'
Please, just give me the Golden 80s
A lovely time of living, dancing, and making beautiful babies
By the light of the pinkest prettiest orange moon Faerie folk had ever seen,
There was a haze such as the elves could have invented, but maybe not.
It was the magical bewitching hour, and the meadow was dampish, and keen.
The nymphs had put their butterflies away, to lie next to the woolen sot.
The woolen sot was a rag doll which had been left in faerie land eighteen years ago
By a little girl who had fallen into the meadow accidentally during a dream.
The entire faerie brigade could not have gotten her home, without the help of GLOW.
GLOW is made up of cricks, flicks, santa mezies, ricks, and beetles, any bug not mean.
We worked for hours to dislodge the child, so we could safely pass her back to her bed.
Somehow the leaf lickers had not noticed the doll, until it was way too late.
I was one of the lucky ones, at the feet. We clearly felt sorry for the ones who had her head.
The head movers had to be extra careful to not wake the sleeping princess, age of 8.
This night was one of those magical nights that only comes around in a blue sky’s row.
We knew that sleeping princess’s daughter just might fall through the rainbow, and we were ready.
We had washed Woolen Sot, reattached her loose eye, and tightly and sewed her slit toe.
Everyone was dancing the faerie fix it dance, even the silly bubbalouer, sick Freddy.
We knew if baby daughter fell through onto Faerie meadow tonight, we could get Woolen Sot home.
We all kissed her soundly, and loudly, with smacking, happy faerie kisses. She kissed us for fun.
“Here she comes!” Freddie called out. “Everybody move!” We ran behind the fountain of Over-Roam.
“Where did you come from?” her mother, the original owner, cried out the next day, overcome.
Never realizing it was the faeries, the brownies, the slay slimmers, the toots, and this darling poem.
Yes, we brought Woolen Sot home, yes we did!
Love soft music on a warm summer's night
A Piano Sonata by that Chopin dude
Nothing can turn my crank more than Fredéric
Sure puts this guy in a romantic mood
Surprised with my knowledge of the classics?
Fred and I go a very long way back
Grew up together, he was my very first buddy
Actually stole my sweet girlie, fancy that
Helped him write some mazurkas and études
Never gave me credit, whatta bum
Attempted to expose him but no one listened
Of course no one listened, that's dumb
Whatta big snot, this so called music genius
Thought the world revolved around him
Got some news, this is going to shatter his image
He was nothing but a country bumpkin
I know, I know, that's not well known fact
He paid people to keep it hush hush
So now you all know the rest of this story
Old Freddie turned out to be a lush
Sorry bout this, all you fans of the classics
This was all just in fun I declare
Was never a good friend of old Freddie boy
Still maintain, I never got my share
avid arm-wrestling against awesome Allie
brave Billy Bouncer balks a bit at Ballet.
cocky courage cancelled, civic concentration.
during Des Moines Diamond demonstration
energetic efforts enthuse eager Eddie
facing fearless frog-legged Freddie
gracious Greta grants gorillas gratuities
harry harpoons happy harpy Helga Hanuities.
ignoring ignorant Insignificant Inglewood Iam.
juggling jockey Jacque justifies Jan’s jelly jam
keeping kangaroo kilos in Kalamazoo
linking luxurious llamas left loving the loo
marvelous Maude mixed montana’s merry moo
nevil’s nearby newts kneaded the nightly news
octagonal Oscar ostrich operates an oily ooze
practical pigeon Pete patrols Perry Parkway Poo
queluz quarrelsome questions quiver and quack
rustic remnant of Ruby respectfully resides on the rack
stellar starlight of steeple stallion stares on in the stack
twisting twosome Twiggmeister ties Terry’s Tennessee tack.
universal understanding utilizes utensils in the USA.
varigated variety of venus villians verifying
wild winsome windsurpers willing werewolf whying
‘xact ‘xperts ‘xplaining ‘xtra ‘xpenses ‘xasperatingly
young youthful yellow yaks yawning youthfully
zealous zealots zinging. zipping and zagging zestfully
Aunt Ethel said to Uncle Fred,
Let’s attempt the starfish in bed,
Old Ethel insisted,
Till Fred’s back got twisted,
They best stick to sleeping instead!
Original poem by Jan Allison
Fred couldn't stand and was writhing in pain
Ethel was mad and looked on with disdain
So he took a blue pill
Then went in for the kill
And now performs like a stallion again.
But the blue pills power started to wane
As Ethel begged him to do it again
But things came to a stop
Poor Fred started to flop
So they gave up and cracked open champagne...
Then Ethel got hold of a book
Fred fainted when he had a look
Twas the calmer suture
Some poses may suit her
But Fred said it made him feel crook
Aunt Ethel said Freddie my dear
You truly have nothing to fear
Cos tonight’s the night
Much to my delight
We’re swinging from the chandelier!
Old Fred said I don’t understand
Your desire’s got right out of hand
If you want so much sex
Go next door and see Rex
He’s the randiest guy in the land
Aunt Ethel said you’re being silly
At aged ninety I’m no young filly
I still want to have sex
With you and not Rex
Cos Rexie’s got a tiny Willy!
The champers made Ethel quite woozy
Fred’s shattered so he had a snoozey
They were woken at four
It was Rex from next door
No thank you said Ethel I'm no floozy.
Rex hammered again on their door
He said Ethel I've said this before
My sex life is shocking
I hear your bed rocking
These paper thin walls I abhor.
Fred woke up with the pounding on the door
His language was very blue as he swore
He said " what do you want Rex" ?
He said "geriatric sex"
Cos' with Ethel I've done it twice before...
Ethel blushed and she said sorry Fred
Just last winter Rex took me to bed
BUT you were with fat Mable
Making out on our table
So I slept with Rexie instead
Final verse by Belle Bellevue
Fred said Mable has nothing on you
But what’s a poor bloke supposed to do
I heard you and Rex
Planning to have sex
What’s good for you is good for me too.
Collaboration with Jan Allison.
Written 2nd June 2021.
Freddie the furlough
Sat there with his Merlot
Watching the sun go up and down
While his body got tan and brown
They said they had full control
That is what Freddie the Furlough was told
Sitting in his cubicle one day
They came over to say, ‘you are still going to get pay’
Are you asking me to take an absentee leave?
Despite my hourly wages having not much of a fee
It is time for you to go
They repeated to Freddie the Furlough
You do not need me
I do see
Without a tear
Freddie the Furlough got up having no fear
Tired of all this shtick
Considered office tricks
Freddie the Furlough knew he performed his tasks
Honestly not needing to hide behind any corporate flask
Resulting in wearing the afternoon mask
Freddie the Furlough did not fold
Instead he was pretty bold
In dealing with this feeling of cold
From this job they thought he loved
And in reality the one he was ready to shove
Freddie the Furlough
Finished his Merlot
With enough cash in his tin
And knowing that the day was a win
Entitling Freddie the Furlough to a Jimmy Buffet happy hour fin
I want to tell the Lord, My God
I don't belong to Him
I am unworthy
So not deserving
But He came to me
In a dream
And He said to me
Son, I've set you free
and I givin you
Love
and Joy
Always
I have sent my Son down
My only Son now
Spirit of my Spirit, flesh of your flesh
He was the last human
To not mess up
For it's not in His DNA to sin
So He died and hung on the cross for all men
But He came to me
In a dream
And He said to me
Son, I've set you free
and I givin you
Love
and Joy
Always
So my brother, my sister
When you think your through
And all the judgements, confusion
The Conclusion is
Jesus lives and pray fully I will too
Live in heaven with Him forever and ever
I'll live with Him forever
So I leave you my brother, my sister this
Love and Joy always and you're eternally blessed
09-15-17
Inspired, and Dedicated to Freddie Robinson Jr.
From anthology " God's Children New Poets Poems and New Friends VOL 1"
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
To Tom and John, Freddie, Bobby and Bill
To read your poems is a privilege, a thrill
To Caren, Andrea, Kim; Alexis, Michelle and Mo
Your every stanza lights my face aglow
To Ilene, Heidi, Evelyn, Line, Regina and Jan
If ever you damsels need rescue, I'm your man
To Lindsay and Bob, Richard and Charlie, and Chris Green
Your poetry's surely some of the finest I've ever seen
And to Angie, PAngie, Paula, Connie and Susan
Over your verses I'm always enthusin'
As for Linda, Brenda, Sara, Jennifer and Carolyn
If I weren't hitched, you (all) I'd love to be marryin'
No doubt I've left many fine poetry friends out
Which I sincerely regret, but please don't shout (at me)
Just permit me to wish for everybody on Poetry Soup
That we write on in 2021 ~ encourage one and all in our group
Happy New Year!
Wise Enough to Know
I'm wise enough
to know what I don't know
I think fast but my brain's slow
rivers of thought
cause my mind to flow
Still it seems I'm dumb enough
to put on a vain show
Will you follow me
to the places I want to go?
Wise enough
I look through windows clear
I'm over there by the juke box
wishing you were sitting near
Watching you play with your ear
Dumb me I close the curtains
darkening the atmosphere
thinking you might see me better
and come over here
I lack swag and courage
I'm paralyzed by my own fear
I'm wise enough
To see my own faults
And accept them for what they are
They seem smaller when viewed from afar
I can't drive away quick enough
in my pimped out get away car
I'm dumb enough
To be blinded by this prosperity
yet figuratively
I like the ambiguity
of not being able to see
my own incongruity
Maybe dumb is part of my personality
I'll probably never be the best version of me
after all I'm my own worst enemy
I try denying that money can change my heart
Still the cash flows from the art
Break it down by numbers tear it apart
Pop the balloon with a dart
Gas from my ego
smells worse than a fart
I'm wise enough to know
I've got a lot of learning to do
If I knew you you'd teach me
I'm sure it's true
I could become the me
of the who's who
Crystal clearly seeing you
I like your particular shade of blue
is there anything you can't do?
I'm dumb enough not to know
to much learning can turn me into a fool
I'm the thread to your needle
smooth like plastic
I've stretched so much
you might think I'm elastic
Unable to be held by a wooden spool
I hope you find my multicolours cool
stitch this heart to your fabric
for you I'd gladly play the fool
I can't swim but I'd jump in with both feet
to the deep end of your pool
You'd help me be wise enough
to avoid the traps and pitfalls of life
So if you are dumb and wise enough to be my wife
Stumble with me into paradise!
Another collaborative piece with my friend Freddie Robinson Jr.
Thank you Freddie you are inspirational. I am also glad my wife stumbled with me or perhaps I tripped her so that I could catch her. Either way it has been paradise ( at least for me).