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A girl in the crowd takes a selfie.
Her tam o’shanter sparkles
because of the fireworks going off
in the background.
At the gates of Moscow
Tchaikovsky runs away
hands over his ears.
The girl with the cell
is as pretty as her friend beside her,
but her friend outshines the tam o’shanter
as if it were just an ordinary beret.
She has sapphires in her eyebrows.
Kids in earshot of adults
‘wow’ or mouth age-appropriate obscenities.
The limp body of a teenage messiah
is elbowed and pushed around by his disciples.
Several rows back, a woman is laughing
as she cranes her neck skyward.
From the chin up, she looks like Greta Garbo,
only she is short and fat.
Rockets fly like fan-dancing ostriches.
The truncated 1812 Overture burps to a close.
My lens can’t capture the woman
or the girl, or her friend
who now shines like a diamond.
I can’t fit all of this into 12 mega pixels.
The night stops throwing cannonballs
at 1 a.m.
You just don’t appreciate me
And all the things I do
When I don’t come home until late
I do it all for you
I treat you like a movie star
After two days I call you on the phone
Actually I treat you like Greta Garbo
She wanted to be alone
You don’t understand the sacrifices
That I make each day of the year
Instead of wonderful quality time at home
I spend lousy time drinking beer
Sometimes I stay up all night with a friend
Because she’s, I mean he’s feeling down
You want me to be a more caring person
So it’s for you I’m on that side of town
I hope this will help you understand
Why I do all the things I do
So you know when I’m not home for a week
That I’m doing it all for you.
Just fun and fiction!!!!!
Dark serene
Alone and together
My world in chaos
Vocational anxiety
Financial sobriety
Yet all matters not
As I look to my right
Gaze at my Gucci
Amazed by her will
Her zest for life
Amidst physical turmoil
A ruthless journey
Made tolerable and enjoyable
By quintessential Alpha Dog
The Puppacino
The Gooty Goooooooot
My Boo Boos
The Salmon Queen
The Pasta Lover
The Yawn to Nose Nibbler
The Camel
The Beautiful One
The Poker
The Chicken Snorer
The Volleyballer
The Silky Coat
The Football Spot on Her Head
The Bird Chaser
The Sniff and Rub in the Grass Girl
The Horsey Dog
The Keeper of 'Head'
The Post-Shower Licker
The Beach Girl
The Mrs. Kisses
The Smoochy Gucci
The Stretch and Plop
The Head Hanging Off the Dog Bed
The Head Sleeping on My Pillow
The Snapping Turtle to Strangers
The Big Sis to Neeka
The Momma to BoyBoy
The Gucci Garbo
The Gallop Up the Stairs
The Trash Picker and Chewer
The Lover of Daddy Gravy
The Scaredy Cat of the Dog Door at the Old House
The Lover of Paseos
The You'll Need an Army to Cut My Nails
The Cancer Survivor
The Toughest ***** You'll Ever See
And as I share one last night
Just she and I
I feel lucky to be nearby
I promised myself I wouldn't cry
As the hour arrives
And soon, too soon
To bid my love goodbye
I will see you on the other side
Thank you, my Gucci
For one amazing ride.
(4/15/10)
We had;
Interlude and
of Mice and men.
A star is born and
Gone with the wind.
A child bride and
The Wizard of Oz.
Cocaine Fiends and
Sweeney Todd.
The Jaguar and
The gay divorcee.
The Marx brothers
And the Maserati.
79 Park Ave and
Mannequin.
The Porsche and
Erroll Flynn.
The Rolls Royce and
Curly top.
John Wayne and
King Porter stomp.
The Packard and
Hilo Hawaii.
Gary Cooper and
The Bugatti.
Frankenstein and
The Alfa Romeo
The Fiat and
Abbott and Costello.
The BMW and
Eternal call.
The Lone Ranger and
All creatures great
and small.
The Bentley and
Agent Carter.
The Green hornet
And Days of Honor.
An Indian summer
And The Duesenberg.
Greta Garbo and
The Thorn Birds.
Turbo1904?
Unjust Kingdom
We journeyed through a transcendental meditation.
Walking away from the pharmaceutical drugs.
To try a holistic herb, ancient and true.
That lifts ones spirits when one is feeling blue.
Did you notice the angel on the cloud puffing a cigarillo?
Or the devil below as he bellows out a sea of snakes?
You need someone to blame.
A fictional writer full of imagination.
Yet your condescending way takes musings at face value.
Only to fulfill your own personal Jesus so you can smear it in everyones face declaring you are better than everyone else.
Your haughty ways, proves your hypocrisy as you misinterpret the bible to push women down.
Greta Garbo just rolled over in her grave, as she sees the tragic characters laid before us bullied by your lack of understanding.
See, you see in black and white, you did not prophesize your own fate of self righteous behavior.
Adjudication, of the masses while you blaspheme women for your own personal Jesus.
God sweeps in and Mother Mary shakes her head as you go to mass.
Begging for forgiveness of sexually abused choir boys.
Yet you use your own personal Jesus to glorify your act of savageness.
As you go to confession, you’re the one that needs the lesson.
I see right through your misinterpretation of the bible as you fantasize of King Solomon and his harem of wives.
Don’t rant about God and Glory when you have no spine.
You only intertwine words that suppress women, as you climb the ranks of your unjust kingdom.
A girl in the crowd takes a selfie.
Her tam o’shanter sparkles
because of the fireworks going off
in the background, and because it has glitter.
At the gates of Moscow
weary French troops run away
hands over their ears, as Tchaikovsky
fires his righteous cannons.
The girl with the cell
is as pretty as her friend beside her,
but her friend outshines the tam o’shanter
as if it were just an ordinary beret.
She has sapphires in her eyebrows.
Kids in earshot of adults
‘wow’ or mouth age-appropriate obscenities.
The limp body of a teenage messiah
is elbowed and pushed around by his disciples.
Several rows back, a woman is laughing
as she cranes her neck skyward;
from the chin up, she looks like Greta Garbo,
only she is short and fat.
Rockets fly like fan-dancing ostriches.
The truncated 1812 Overture burps to a close.
My lens can’t capture the woman
or the girl, or her friend
who now all shine like diamonds.
I can’t fit all of this into 12 mega pixels.
The night eventually stops throwing missiles
at the moon,
the girls, and women fizz out,
the kids continue to sizzle
until they are led away by dark-eyed dreams.
Fred Astaire was king of tap
Biggie Smalls was huge in rap
Carson (Johnny)ruled TV
Dylan’s songs are poetry
Elvis made the girls all swoon
Frank Sinatra loved to croon
Greta Garbo hid from sight
Hitchcock gave us all a fright
Isaac Hayes’ voice dips low
Johnny Depp steals every show
Kenny G can blow that sax
Larry David can’t relax
Michael Jackson changed his face
Norah Jones embodies grace
Oscar Wilde wrote books and plays
Peter Falk had piercing gaze
Quincy Jones finds music stars
Raitt (That's Bonnie) rocks guitars
Sally Field lights up the screen
Tony Kushner nails each scene
Uma Thurman makes men drool
Viggo’s talented and cool
William Shatner’s still around
Xin Xin Xiong in films is found
Yoko Ono married John
Zach Braff’s big on Amazon
All this talent, A to Z
Keeps us entertained, agree?
for Cyndi MacMillan's ABC Couplet contest
in an already crowded
canvas, and sure-
cornered life
Why do I put a Calvin
(drew, colored, cut out)
whistling
on top of my impressionist
lake watercolor
that my mother told me
needed fine-tuning?
I never made a small impression
I was always a little too loud
I combined colors and sounds
violently
I look like Annie Hall on Monday,
Frida Kahlo on Tuesday,
A hungover Greta Garbo on Wednesday,
Jack Black's twin-sister on Thursday,
a menopausal mess of me on Friday,
and the weekend is simply
a free-for-all
Why can't I love
peacefully?
The whales call their calves
in clicks, and know it better
than I do, up here
Awakening early
just before sunrise
to exquisite sounds
of the morning refrain
Blackbird sweetly
offers his love
with his passionate tune
surely making her swoon
How could she resist
this morning opera
each wistful aria
expressing his love
Flying towards her
with hope in his heart
plans are made
a love nest to start
Drawn towards
the sea ~ the sun
I have great expectations
as they become one
A watercolour
is like no other
of pink and red and navy blue
~ another day
~ another hue
Oh how I love to watch her
as she gently rises from the sea
This orange ball
~ spherical ~
puts on her morning show for me
A dark blue cloud
encompasses her
but her beams break free
from this cloudy shroud
As if lighting a stage
she’s the star of the show...
~ a Marilyn Monroe ~
~ a Greta Garbo ~
with just one look
she's
~ Norma Desmond ~
Shimmering ~ Glistening
~ in her gold lamé gown ~
Written 22nd June 2020
Contest Brian's Choice Q
Sponsor Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE
“Life would be so wonderful if we only knew what to do with it. ”
Quote _Greta Garbo
Greta Garbo,
born poor- she was considered a weirdo;
but Hollywood said- her acting skill we can tweet,
because she has beauty ... even though she has huge feet!
_____________________
December 16, 2022
Poetry/Clerihew/Dreamt of Being a Star
Copyright Protected, ID 12-1509-188-16
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, A Poetry Marathon, Mile 23
sponsor, Mark Toney, Judged 01/04/2023