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The auction began ------------
Black, bronze, yellow and other girls were there,
Only the most lovely and fair.
They were brought in from everywhere.
Shackled,
They formed a human chain.
Baffled,
Their eyes revealed their despair,
And tears their pain.
Mothers separated from daughters,
Their screams of protest were a waste.
They could only watch,
The greedy man take them to be sold.
He took them in haste.
No tears,
The man shouted,
They'll ruin your pretty face.
Welcome to the auction,
Here,
Beauty is a good as gold.
The girls looked at each other and whispered,
This is an awful place.
They came in one by one.
Nude, of course,
They couldn't sell a girl with cellulite.
It wouldn't be right.
Only at the auction,
Can a strange man,
Stamp a girls bare rump,
SOLD!
The girls sold big,
Some for work,
Others for play.
The auction was a great gig.
Scanty only did it for the pay.
Another day past,
Another bunch of girls sold,
To Scanty, they were merchandise.
I'm sorry if that sounds cold.
One day,
One of the girls came up to the auction block.
She was a beauty, needless to say.
Her loveliness was quite a shock.
He said,
You sure are one healthy, Ho.
She said,
If you like,
I'll be your, Honey.
Scanty asked,
What's your name?
Her name was, Money.
He was obsessed.
He couldn't let her go.
He bid for his baby.
He bid for her in gold.
In the end,
The auctioneer yelled,
SOLD,
To the man in the front row.
She cost him everything.
He spent all his dough.
He bought his baby.
Now, they'll be together forever,
Maybe?
She ran toward him.
Before they could embrace,
A man in a dark suit got in his face.
Pay me what you owe,
He said.
It was, Bill Due.
He was a business associate,
Scanty once knew.
Scanty said,
Maybe some other time.
I just bought, Money.
I'm broke.
I don't have a dime.
Bill looked Money over,
From head to toe.
He said,
You sure are one healthy, Ho.
I'll take her off your hands,
Mister Slave Runner.
She'll do just fine.
Your debt is paid in full,
As long as Money is mine.
Scanty said,
Bill, you're out of line.
She means more to me than money.
I'll pay you back somehow.
You can trust me.
Bill laughed.
Only at the auction,
Can a strange man,
Stamp a guy's bare rump,
SOLD!
Once upon a time ....
A little boy was born
He cried when he was born
as most babies do
It was a nice little boy
named Dan
He was born into an ordinary family
Mother, father, siblings, grandma and grandpa
Soft blankets and a crib to sleep in
Unfortunately, not always real life as an adventure
Family life was not a bed of roses
The boy Dan got a new mother and father
A hard time for a young boy
Feelings of betrayal and loneliness
But he got much love of his new family
As the years went by he accepted his life
His teenage years, I will not say much about
Dan was like most young people
Most often kind and helpful
but also a little naughty as boys are
Looked after the girls and went happily to a party
At the end of his life as a teenage he had a special
eye for a pretty girl, who later became his faithful wife.
They were so young both of them, but their hearts had decided.
One day they gave each other: "YES, I WILL"
November 2011 I met Dan
Yes, I met him here in P-Soup
He was one of my first friends here
Always a smile, nice and caring
I was looking forward to his word
We have become "f.e.f." - Forever friends!
Dan is a man who allows himself to be sensitive
Yes, he can even cry
Thoughtful, afraid of hurting others' feelings
He likes a little flirt .... but loves his wife
Dan and I traveled together to the "Land of Happiness"
in the words of the poem, rhyme of course
Dan is the expert on the rhyming (I'm hopeless)
A poem from Dan to me, hanging on my wall with ribbon on
If I mention the word: Pizza .... I think it is more
than me who knows it, he LOVES pizza!!
However, he HATES to shovel snow
Dogs are man's best friend, just ask Dan
Have a beer and a weekend trip with the guys
is also something he appreciated
Dan you are good as gold and it is not bull****
I love you as my dear friend
Wishing you all the best
A big hug from me to you: "f.e.f." !!
01.10.2013
A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Sponsor:Dan Kearley
Contest Name :"Who Am I"
(1st place in the contest)
Staring in the mirror,
listening to a tune or two;
quite a few.
Feeling overwhelming,
yet, spanking brand new.
Heart spinning to a rhythm,
deja vu',
once before, a simple, yet complex groove.
Moving, swaying, got me saying,
that's my jam!!!!
that's my cut,
that's what's up!!!!
Like Ascension,
Maxwell,
cast his spell,
as he tells me "Don't ever wonder"
and in an instant, seems I never do.
Then all of a sudden,
out of the blue,
I hear Erykah Badu,
carrying me 'On and On'
got my "cycle moving like a rolling stone"!!!!
I screeeam with all my might
"Love, oooh love, so many people use your name in vain"
As the tears start to flow to the basin,
Musiq Soulchild let's me know it's all gonna be okay.
As Angie Stone,
comes along,
co-signing it,
with "No more rain in this cloud"
My sunshine brings to my face a smile.
After a word from our sponsor,
still standing before the mirror,
legs feelin' kinda weak and sore,
can't quite understand...... why, nor
what for???.
Then Jill Scott ,
reminds me with the
" long walk,(we took) around the block, after dark"
it seems to spark,
another zone,
of an reflection,
of the trip that we've been on.
Whew
still swaying, got me saying,
I can't believe I let her do this to me.
Looking at the mirror with a smile,
I hear,
Bilal, with his style,
let me know,
the explanation,
before Jill let go,
"You must be my soul sista, soul sista!!"
all I can say is Whoa!
India Arie re-affirms it ,
with the music, her guitar begins to play,
saying" I'm not your average girl from your video,my worth is not determined by the price of my clothes",
had my sister yellin' in the other room,
"because I am a queen"
it seems.
It seems, the radio,
was ready to let me go,
at the end of the DJ's show,
then he hit me with some D'Angelo.
asking" how does it feel???".
Me standing there responding to the mirror,
quite clear,
Brand spankin' new,
in my mind,
with each melody,
each line,
I'm good as gold,
reborn,
from the depths,
with my neo-soul!!!!
BLACK,RED and GOLD
Location---SOMEWHERE IN KÖNIGSBERG 1945 APRIL 9
Scene---A Dying German Agent/A Soldier`s thoughts/reflections just before death
On this periphery of life
Let blue jeans of my ice blonde Brenda wear me to marry with death
Fire will be her gown, ashes shall be my girdle, shattered is everything beneath
Smokes so discerned sprawling
Some will say it was a poetic corpse after so deadly the strife
Wrapped in unknown funerary fetes
My blood will be poured in cask of mimicks
A yawn concealing me in semicolon as I saw I was dying,
sickened of the sicks
All the ravens of sorcery lurking the corner in full stops
As if I knew nothing following the wisdom of Socrates
Boots and kilt emphasizing my lost treasure
At last the casket to embrace me from the provocateur
No persuasive argument will be my candy,
a keepsake solidarity in barter
A marked plot spewed by shrewd men
An aftermath velvet and a last squint of Prussia far and near
Death so dear only to see if the lady in red silk I loved has red roses
My dear Soviet plezhvadya
for the wide-brimmed black hat, red bloody eyes hers, a gunshot
,yellow mouthful venom of words oozing out in raucous abuses
Hatred carped in end and unend Olesya, good as gold my Olesya
Now the bastion they called bastards buccaneered before her epithet
Kaliningrad`s cloud full of black so black an obnoxious smoke
Davai! Davai! they shouted and again nemesis eavesdropped
Eagles died I know not if a death of glory as I felt I saw an 1871 gauntlet
That’s my last shot of life before I became death`s forgotten lucky bloke
Vocabulary --1-Plezhvadya(Russian/Czech)- A Soviet dish
2.Davai!(Russian)--Let`s do it, Come on!
3.Obnoxious-extremely unpleasant
4.Gauntlet-An armored glove of the tectonic Knights
5.Raucous-Harsh,Sharp,Loud
6.Barter-Exchange,Trade,Swap without use of money
7.Buccaneer-Maruader,Plunderer,Raider
‘ Constructive-Criticism … (An Oxymoron, For All But A Few) ’
Constructive-Criticism Is Good, It’s True
But, I’ve Only Seen It Used Properly, By A Few …
‘Cause, One Thing I Know, That I Have Seen
‘Some’ Use Criticism, Just To Be Mean …
Then, The Term Should Be: Destructive-Criticism
‘Cause, They Ain’t Even Getting Paid! … To Spout Poison In ‘Em
I Know Then, They Want To Abuse, in Jealous-Individualism
So, Maybe, They Need An Enema, or Have An Embolism
Coming Up (or while under Construction) I Was Told
And The Engineer-Advice, Was As Good As Gold
‘ If You Can’t Say Something Nice, Don’t Say Nothing’ At All’
So, I Don’t Bomb Somebody’s Building, Just To Watch Them Fall
Constructive-Criticism, Don’t Sic That Dog On Me
Take It and Go Bark-Up, Somebody Else’s Tree
Take A Look At Your Own, Before You Tell Me What’s Wrong
You Know What You Can Do With That … (and The Horse You Rode On)
And In The Words of ‘Tom Snyder’, (The Idea I Relate):
“Just ‘Cause I Think Somebody’s Trying To Kill Me … Don’t Mean They Ain’t!”
And, If You Don’t Like My Building, There’s The Door, Walk Away
I Don’t Need You Cutting Down, My Structure of What I Say
And If Negative-Criticism, Is Under Construction ... That’s A Front !
When Have You Ever Heard of Something Negative, Building-Up ?
Maybe Somebody Dropped Them On Their Head As A Child
But That’s No Excuse To Criticize, Somebody Else, or Their Style
And that ' True ', for A Few, I Meant at The Beginning
Here Are The Ones, I Accept Their Condescending:
GOD … Loved-Ones … Close Friends … (and Me)
‘Cause I Am My Own Worst-Critic, You See …
Constructive-Criticism, That’s an “””Oxymoron”””
And Look How That Word Is Spelt … Hon
(I Prefer The Term: Commentator ( Cause I Love to Comment ! )
‘Cause I Want To Polish Your Metal, Without Leaving A Dent
A friend of mine, well past his prime
lay in his dreary bed,
calling me and asking, "Please,
come visit me I beg."
I said I would just as I should
tomorrow, after sunrise,
but little did I know it then
life passed before his eyes.
A promise made but one not kept,
I wept for days on end,
for never did I follow through
to visit my old friend.
Who lay there waiting for only me
to come and share a few fine tales,
of words and deeds together, we
succeeded, triumphed, and failed.
He merely asked for minutes
but I cancelled his request,
too busy living my own life
instead of giving him my best.
And now I'm left to ponder
and forsake what's done is done,
for not a day can pass me by
without wishing I could run.
Away from my own prison walls
and chains that weigh me down,
for waiting, waiting, far too long
too late to see him now.
He was not known for his credentials,
letters or degrees,
his life was bare essentials
of family, friends, and needs.
And though I know I let him down
before he took to fly away,
I tell you now, he had a heart
as good as gold and any man, I'd say.
Forgive me friend if you can hear
my voice from near and far,
yesterday you were a man,
and today, a shining star.
I'll see you in the sky tonight
with my binoculars in hand,
and when I do, I'll wave to you,
and pray you understand.
I did not ignore your last request
but failed to see your fate,
whose time had come, whose race was won
and I arrived too late.
But for those who never knew you
as keenly as these eyes,
you were a friend in need and one indeed,
God speed, wherever you may fly.
I Did It My Way
Nay they say, that simply will not ever do
look here for a wife that's so very true
Those foreign gals are only after your money
to a broke guy like me that was so damn funny!
Friends gave me a list of all the bad that exists
temptations so false yet hard to ever resist
Those women have it in buckets, baskets and spades
only ever good for prostitutes , cooks and maids!
The negatives stacked up like many rows of firewood
the why not's , the don't ever's and you never should
Many a curse cast upon those women from foreign shores
vile lies about stealing, killing and being whores!
Despite it all , went ahead and I did it my way, My Way
trusting in the good Lord , kneeling nightly to pray
Decade now with foreign wife , son , sits a very happy man
I did it my way, rejecting such lies , tossed into trash can!!!
06-05-2014, Contest entry--- "I Did It My Way"
This write based upon my life!! After two brutal divorces I wanted
a true wife. One that understood faithfullness , honor and
love! So I decided to look the entire world over, not limiting
myself just to the USA. Immediately I was told how foolish my quest.
Told how awful, bad and evil those "foreign women" are! I refused
to listen to such tripe.
I did it my way and glorious bliss landed upon my life!
Found true love, beautiful and faithful wife . Now we have
a beautiful 7 year old son. All because I knew the hate cast at me
was intolerance and deceit, based upon lies and conceit.
My filipina wife is as good as gold. Ten strong years of pure and
ever faithful bliss!
Such they sought to make this man miss!!
Yes, I did it my way......
When I was a just a kid this happened to me
Living on a ranch in southern New Mexico, nest to a railroad
The Sun still had plenty of Jalepeno in it, was late September
Dad and I were working on a water well, soon became three
Like slow moving warmed over death, a old hobo came off the railroad
A sad sight as I remember
He had been walking for 3 days out of El Paso
His lucky penny was worn thin, nothing to eat or drink
He asked Dad, "You have any water Sir, God I am thirsty"
We took him to the ranch, soon he became our best amigo
He was no fool, could make a Harvard professor think
Never really knew his name, we just called him Thirsty
Dad hired him and Mom put plenty of food on his plate
All he asked for was a bed, smokes and coffee
In little or no time he was working all day
Never complained, just dealing with his fate
A bum no, a hobo yes, that was old Thirsty
A King Of The Road type of a man, just his way
He was the big brother I never had, I was the son he left behind
He worked all day long, then play ball with me after school
I learned a lot from that man, a lot about life
Riding in a boxcar was just his kind
His railroad was The Golden Rule
Good as gold and sharp as any knife
Cold nights around an old wood stove with coffee in hand
Telling railroad stories, that is what he taught me
The rules of the road, the hobo way
If I ever had to ride a boxcar around this land
Then one day, Thirsty just had to be free
Boxcar fever set in, Old Thirsty heard the old train that day
Form:
Defined By Idioms
Naked truth, bent nails
dead men tell no tales
bad Apple, broken mirrors
burnt out light bulbs, crocodile tears
spilt milk, goose chase
two cents worth, rat race
rotten egg, bad to the bone
eagle eye, no place like home.
bat from hell,
pulled punch
big cheese,
no free lunch
can of worms, bleeding heart
knock on wood,
till death do us part
bite the bullet, checkered past
good as gold,
last laugh
burning bridges,
ball of wax
hold your horses start from scratch
wooden nickels ace up your sleeve
hair of the dog
all Greek to me
axe to grind
behind the eight ball
bigger they are
the harder they fall
jack of all trades cat's got your tongue
fair weathered friend
like father like son
small world
on thin ice
speak of the Devil roll of the dice
blood's thicker than water
lie like a rug
dime a dozen
when push comes to shove
dog eared pages
eye for an eye
bury the hatchet how time flies clean as a whistle C
chew the fat
crime doesn't pay. cover my ass
throw me under the bus gentle as a lamb
cold shoulder
hit the fan
buyer beware
woman's work never done
never say never
takes one to know one
come Hell or high water
pissing in the wind
pretty as a picture through thick and thin
beat a dead horse pass the buck
whole nine yards down on my luck
life’s a
don't rock boat
needless to say
go for broke
My life is the sum of trite cliches
Jaded expressions
so worthless so worn
I couldn't give it away
I live by such simple logic actions
this only seems to you science fiction
left brain grows my people interactions
my male strength burns from a deep conviction
the fight for what is right my ambition
in my armour I take my lady’s plight
I will always be your saving brave knight
please do not judge me for being so hard
I feel I need to guard my love’s equal
our love's safety held in highest regard
as a man I live to fight all evil
I wear scars from a fight medieval
recording my loves struggle for my bride
my love and fight for you won’t be denied
when you neglect me I am also hurt
what I need is your heart as good as gold
be faithful to me never be a flirt
when we walk home at night in icy cold
my arm is the one that you choose to hold
I will hold your hand till the breaking dawn
when all your fears are now real and born
I hold your honour in highest esteem
this births my stress over our love future
I sacrifice for you as a life’s theme
all this while keeping my sense of humour
when our daughter’s heart has gone all lunar
her father will teach her to be love smart
this wisdom is what I hope to impart
when times in life bring on the very tough
this is when my vows and love commitment
ensure I fight for us to have enough
no regrets, this is a life fulfillment
my love for you will always be consistent
I chose to be your faithful loving man
I love you, like a man, that’s what I am
-for Linda and Jean-