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Fifty nine inch tall wife
once willowy wisp
postmenopausal galloping gourmandiser
playboy centerfold girly
figure ain't no mo,'
which superfluous weight deterrent,
love life yours truly
took Kamikaze nosedive
arousing, exciting, stimulating...
as romancing the stone statue,
but seen thru Tom
gobbler beady eyes
butterball babe resembles hottie
female turkey on steroids without feathers,
spouse already qualifies as Hen pecker
not admirable characteristic
to encourage physical intimacy
whew, which allows this husband
to redirect pro creative pursuits
where English language
beak homes muse,
which amateur philologist
attests to literary penchant
most likely garnering posthumous fame
revving up avast surge
necessitating Barry yore
to deter den of thieves
against stealing precious
documents - sold at auction
avid fans snapping up
bajillion tattered staind scribblings
indistinguishable from chicken scratch
interlaced with gobbledygook
(unbeknownst to John Doe
who faintly resembled me dead
drunken grizzled shabby skidrow
anonymous deceased wordsmith),
mortuary performed makeover
courtesy same Joseph and the
amazing technicolor dreamcoat
academy award winners
unexpected set couture club craze
suddenly everybody and their ilk
including grandmother goose, pink panther,
porky pig, Scoobie doobie do, ugly duckling...
triggered feverish buzz feeding frenzy
even cosmetic surgeons experienced
boomtimes, cuz ma
eternally sleeping pose
inspired cottage (cheesy) industry,
the global economy witnessed
unprecedented unsurge
ending world wide poverty.
DANNY BOY # 2
Here you go Danny
it is time to move and play along.
I am amused by your poetry song.
Sorry it had to come to this ..
Lets play with my Barbie's
Before you really get real pisssss!! : )
Danny boy, you got me so far way up your ass.
You remind me of a boy from my first grade class.
How he loved his hot wheels, and picking on me.
Chasing one another was such a blast.
Until that one day I kicked his ass.
That is what he gets for trying to kiss on me.
Now here comes a new Danny boy slamming my way.
Danny I am older now so careful with what you say.
By the power of grace skull.
Was your way of making me laugh.
Danny stop pulling my piggy tails.
Every time your shooting gas.
What is that move you played, when you stung like a bee.
Last time you call yourself a butterfly girly boy.
And by the way your he-man slam had nothing on me.
I am just waiting here for you to destroy.
I will give it to you again one more time easily.
In the next round I am not going to toy with you boy
I am going to hurt you and make you realize you just got trashed.
I am going to make you cry like a little boy.
Step on your hot wheels, until they are completely smashed
Your sugar and jam is a set up for my next decoy.
Danny your hot wheel by now are burning ass
I will keep burning your rubber, to see how long you last.
Here's another head on collision for you to bash.
Buddy all hot wheels come to and end when they crash.
The Poet Destroyer is sending you a warning of a small whiplash
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. :)
"I like nonsense; it wakes up the brain cells. " Dr. Seuss
When I was a little girly girl, I would go to Grampie's farm. It was far, far
away and up a hill, then around a big bend in the road. Grampie had lots and lots
of animals. Like b e a u t i f u l horses and mellow cows and all colors of chickens.
And he had a brown rooster, named Ruddy. Now, Ruddy really, REALLY liked me,
and he thought he was a dog. He followed me around the farm all day. He was no
normal rooster, he was a roosterdog!
In the barn and out of the barn and all around the barn. One day he followed
me into the house at lunch time. Grampie said, "NO, no roosters in the house!"
But Grammie smiled and said, " its okay, if he is good." Ruddy stayed under my
chair and was good except for the cluck (CLUCKING) gulp.
When I watched television, so did Ruddy, curled up beside me like a dog. And
when I went to bed, Ruddy followed me upstairs and down the hall to my room.
Grampie would say, in his big voice, "NO, no roosters in your bed!" But Grammie,
said, "oh its okay, he can listen to the bedtime story too." Grampie would just huff,
like Grampie's do sometimes.
After I fell asleep, and Ruddy was all curled up beside me snoring, or was that
clucking, Grampie would tip toe into my room and snatch the roosterdog. " Back
to the barn, my friend, for the last time, you are NOT a dog!"
The next morning, Ruddy would be waiting for me at the door and it would all
happen again for me and the rooster who thought he was a dog. The End
"Don't cry because its over. Smile because it happened." Dr. Seuss.
__________________________________
May 20, 2016
Poetry/Narrative/The Rooster Who Thought He Was A Dog
Copyright Protected, ID 16-792-432-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.Narrative
For the contest, Get Your Dr. Seuss On
sponsor, The Seeker
Honorable Mention
From the moment we met
he'd treated me like a princess
I was young and naive
flattered by his attention,
misinterpreting it as a forever love
Mum took an instant dislike to him
She said he was like a chameleon
and I should be wary of his dark side
but I was too loved up to listen or too much in love
In fact, it only made me want him more
Within a month
I'd moved into his flat
Swapping girly nights out
for cosy nights by a blazing fire
He revamped my wardrobe
threw out my sexy dresses
preferring me to wear jeans
Mum used to ring me
but he told me to ignore her
said she wanted to split us up
I deleted her number from my phone
Friends stopped calling me
I always said I was too busy
One night I burned the pizza
and he went ballistic
A black rage engulfed him
His eyes flashed as dark as coals
and his fists pummeled me
like a volley of cannon balls
Vivid, violet bruising covered my body
He couldn’t see the scars in my heart
and I doubt if he'd have cared
He begged for forgiveness,
said it would never happen again
Like a fool I believed him
I even blamed myself for ruining dinner
Next morning, I put on a long-sleeved blouse
painted on a smile and went to work
It was then the cycle of abuse began
Verbally, he’d fly into a rage
sometimes over the slightest thing
Then, physically which ended up
with him using me like a punching bag
One night, he went too far
grabbed a hammer and beat me
neighbours heard my screams
and alerted the police …
Hours later, I woke up in intensive care
Mum was sitting by my side
a look of sadness in her eyes
instead of one that implied, "I told you so"
I only wish I had listened to her
.
yuh can't just
walk in on me like that
sit down girl
take thuh rest uv
your yourn
your
cheeze cloth off
it'll only stick to that
mohair
shhhhhh
now whut's
this
ooops
hi eve ( ')
remember amber
i were just admire'n
hern
"let me see edvard'
'mhm'
'you get up
early girly"
she were just leaving
eve
"I'll help her with
her hisss
her
veery pretty mhmm
see thru
frock"
"Okaaay
By Edie
by
Eve honey"
* ') amber'z only allow'd tuh deliver
thuh eggz on thuh porch from
thence on ,)>
"recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown ..."
Quote by _Samuel Taylor Coleridge (from his writings)
Gatherings and parties I attended
when I was young are memories so dear,
for they’ve endured as treasures most splendid!
My friends from school inhabited one sphere
that mattered to me when youth had begun.
The parties with my school chums brought such cheer.
The birthday parties – oh they were so fun -
like those held at the roller skating rink -
a rush of pleasure loved by everyone!
The parties where we didn’t sleep a wink
were oddly labeled slumber parties! We
would party, but we gal pals did not drink.
We got high on laughter and repartee!
Such girly girls, we’d gossip and we’d squeal
at ghost tales until dawn’s first light we’d see.
Another part of childhood – a big deal -
was family. I looked most forward to
reunions, meeting cousins with great zeal.
What fun to see my cousins all anew
since rarely did I see them all year long,
so when we’d meet, there was a lot to do.
I loved when cousin Steven came along
(a crush of mine!) Off we’d then run and play.
With relatives it felt cool to belong.
A great buffet we’d have on Christmas day,
and Secret Santa gifts we would receive.
No other Christmas seemed a better way.
My memories of these times do not leave.
Friends and family are precious, I believe.
Oct. 7, 2022
for Brian Strand's 'YOUR PREFERENCE' Poetry Contest
I’ll let the pillows style my hair
And my morning breath won’t be fair
If you don’t want me then I don’t care
I’m in a haunting mood of truth beware
I can be who I am within my head
The thoughts I have like spam bleeding red
Of me trying so hard to be perfect
When no one is it’s not even worth it
I’m a girly girl at my best heart
Painting my nails dressing myself so sharp
Wearing my heart on my sleeve like art
Playing the tease using light and dark
But there are days I must be fire
Slaying a dragon and lifting higher
Than worldly things and carnal desire
To be the heroine that I inspire
This Venus mars thing of women and men
Seem like a game I’m not even in
Seems such a shame while he smiles
My brain’s wondering will he stick around
An anchor through restless waves and reckless wind
a sail who kept us adrift and safe through storm spins
a guiding light whose love shone through darkness blind
an exemplar of kind consoling ways, when I’d step out of line,
If I couldn’t concentrate, he’d light his cigar,
in a deep mellow reverie, pick up his guitar
he'd sigh, smoke billowing from his mouth
shrouding our faces in a gray-white fog
He'd speak in a comforting melodious purr
wrapping his arm around his hija’s shoulder,
"My precious jolla, there is no reason, you’re smart
for you to be so downcast, you're breaking my hear"t
My wise Papi…
taught me to be one who gets the truth out
reporting issues of division and to journey about
undecided choices needed to explore
not to shun away from what dangers implore
Express what’s needed to say
words you trust along the way
to make what’s important aware
for those with no voice and in despair
We’re all a part of this world from all over every border
God is good, He wants you to know justice is order
My loving Papi…
a girly-girl of a soft disposition natured
still rides along within, now matured
I have too much respect for papi
to call out bittersweet verses, not me
it's not going to change anything or anyone
We are who we are bar none,
understanding the universe, comes first
No time to disparage the worst
when making a split decision
when it’s obvious surrealism,
there is no more discussing what is
special, sincere, sealed with me
Mi Papi un héroe…
is not better just unique,
if it's prowess words that you seek
It’s nice to know eventually we’ll real speak,
we cannot hit the ball out of the park every time
yet it all may be rendered sublime
we cannot alter our voices,
this covers all mistakes and our choices
You’ll find dads who well articulate
though meanings may particulate
Every father is special to somebody
Including mine
As a youngster, I looked like a boy…there was nothing girly to be seen
I could run topless without comment until the age of about fifteen.
I could climb the highest tree, jump the highest fence
I even dislocated the shoulder of the man teaching me self defense…
I could run forever eating the wind - but was never really fast
That didn’t matter in any event, I was the one that none could out last.
I could dive and swim from the heights to the depths
I could do so much and never lose my breath.
Then I turned eleven and things started on a decline
I fell out of a tree head first… and it was definitely not by design.
I hit the ground, but remember it not, apart from all the screaming
From thirty foot I took my dive because of too much leaning
They all knew I was the only one able to climb that tree
A mother asked me to save a kite that had cost about 50p
I remember thinking that branch was thin and would break
I was right but for the mother, this risk I did take…
It caught me out and that was when I learnt there was one thing I could not do,
And that was fly like a bird, or float like a butterfly, believe me, I really tried too.
My neck was broken when I landed there and hit the ground,
I remember my toe was the only thing hurting when I came round…
But then a terrible thing happened… and I turned into a girl
My tomboy escapades were gone - it happened in a whirl
I hung on as long as I could but things began to change
One thing was sure at this time… I was never mistaken for a boy again.
© 19/05/2012