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Oodles Of Google Doodles...
visually delicious as germane strudels
the following cooked years ago
courtesy me noggin awash with noodles.
Yours truly crafted remaining poem
around 27th July 2018
idea arose within me cerebral dome.
...As poetic theme came to mind
in a Serge without a waiver
thus, I took a virtual Page
from Google LLC to slaver
with little effort
in an acceptable
rhyming rant and raver
about said American
multinational technology company
that rode dot com bubble,
where other startups did quaver
specializing in Internet-
related services and products
rolled out amidst
much fanfare palaver
though odd, how such an obvious
idea hit me like figurative brick
over thine noggin
upon instantaneously espying
Lyudmila Vladimirovna Rudenko
Soviet chess player, and second
women's world chess champion,
from 1950 until 1953
when bitta bing bitta
chitty chitty bang bang
that eureka momenta did click
mental wheels and cogs
as if...an oil derrick
hit a mother lode, thence subsequently
inducing automatic flick
as latest feted persona grata
gets done up in bold face and/or Italic,
nonetheless a commendable
spontaneous fantastic burst
of inspirational magic
commensurate with mine
modest prolific quixotic
of course, I WON'T applaud
idea de jure as terrific
and puzzle over, how such "a ha"
brilliant idea did not occur to this -
Ok la home ma sooner
ushering world wide
webbed trumped "FAKE"brouhaha
sooner to the mind
of this humble caca
Louie, who admittedly
feels tidy bowl flush with
goo goo Lady gaga
(tony the TIGER FEELING great,
a mild euphoria if gifted
as lottery winner)
over the top smugness -
unaware of jeering ha ha ha
within dark internet arena,
where the much maligned,
loathed, and feared Jaw
bar wall key (jabberwocky)
dwells ready to pounce
outsize egos hated
like an incorrigible outlaw
hmm...perhaps cognizant
ex post facto, I set
a deadly faux paw
forever remembered as
ornery oaf forced to eat raw
bits (hexadecimal at that!)
sucked in via last turkey in straw
that broke the camel's back.
you make living soft and comfortable
i find myself with a butterscotch dum dum in my mouth again
you bring out the kid in me and set me free
your laughter is contagious....your humor is addictive
i never thought i would get used to this....me being so used to being by myself and all
however i somehow managed to adapt easily as well as quietly
i am surprised not only at myself, but also at how i easily adapted to you
you make living soft and comfortable
you got me preferring to take the back roads to your company
i can sit on the rocking chair porch and take in the contentment of your vibe without any type of a break
the whole of your personality never gets old to me
ha ha ha ha, i guess that means i am getting soft at my old age
i don't know, but i cannot believe i am enjoying EVERY ride that you have given me
the pleasure of being with you will never break down to boredom in my heart or my mind
that is a guarantee i will take to the grave with me....
The fact is you rhyme
like a flatulent behind
and that’s me kind
you’re a waste of time
and time isn’t indication you climb
stuck same place is basically decline
So it’s something you got in to
but it’s not what all do
many have a little clue
others listen to you
cus unlike you they ain’t ignorant
don't believe they know every stunt
like you do in an instant
furthest back far from front
I think this your only way too shine
but you over complicate the rhymes
with the image of a fake fool
singing songs unrelatable
about experience you aint been through
speak of ways that ain’t in you
Talk of being true
who you
acting red when mister blue
smoking on the green zoot
hello delude a yellow belly you
for years a career no one hears
a know-it-all without a clue
couldn't find a flow looking at water in the ocean
face it you're hopeless you're no one
dopey desperate and groping
a legless antelope anti-sloping
a deadweight wearing jokes thin
Ha ha as the years go by
other settle for a normal life
they had more talent and are more wise
but of course the size of the competition demise
so you think you’re one of the better guys
though not heard by ears or seen by eyes
sending out signals don't reach satellites
your albums and singles never satisfy
your gift was a throw away couldn’t sell
maybe you should go into your shell
and go away
cus the telephone ain’t gonna ring
you won’t live the dream and know what it bring
you can try from every angle
but you are up against guitars dinging a triangle
It’s time to unplug the mic and abandon the band
cus you a man they don’t demand
quit the hobby you call a job
get a job and shut up your gob
If I were a seagull I would live near the ocean,
you would never see me in the city begging;
oh no, I would be drifting on ocean breezes,
hovering on waves and plunge diving for a fish.
Would call to my life mate in a loud laugh like shrill,
and together we will gather vegetation for our ground nest;
in the early mornings we walk a warm sand beach,
inquisitive with our long bills seeking small creatures.
Finding an ocean breeze I let it take me gliding,
over the aqua ocean to float and swirl and fall;
perhaps finding an island to court my true love,
then, leap into the air and fly away over the water.
Calling ha-ha-ha while resting on floating debris,
fluffing up my grey and white feathers in the sun;
spreading them out to stretch and flapping happily.
then- away, away with the endless ocean currents.
If I were a seagull . . . that is
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January 22, 2021
Poetry/Personification/If I were a seagull
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1323-049-22
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, If I were a ?
sponsor, Mystic Rose Rose, Judged 02/04/2021
Submitted to the Standard contest, All Yours (Feb5) Contest 912
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 02/06/2021
Good morning, passport, howdy?
(Silence)
How are you doing, paper?
(No reply)
They say you’re shooting missiles
Out of your pages, is that true?
(No reply)
And some of missiles fall into
The brains of those who care
And there’s a missiles garden
Growing inside their heads
How could you let that happen?
Get down here, answer me
( No reply)
So no reply, that’s fine
In this case, you come under the jurisdiction
Of my judges, as I cannot be held responsible
For your antics, dear piece of paper
You’re an essential document, aren’t you?
A required field in every application
I couldn’t manage without you in this life
But the problem is that you’ve become rather costly
I’m being blamed for offences I didn’t commit
Solely because of my passport
As if I’d chosen my passport even before I was born
They’re very cunning judges
They can’t imagine themselves in my shoes
Yet they act as though they know
How they themselves would act if they were in my place
In all its given entirety
But you’re not listening, little piece of paper
Well then, all I have to do
Is to wash my hands, feeling no need
To wear a toga and be full of grandeur
Just a little consolation I permit to myself
Judges flash knowing smiles, so my
Sardonic ha-ha seems accepted
So I’m putting you back, sweetie
On the Theodor Alexander case
It’s your favourite spot, isn’t it?
Sorry for bothering you
If you’re even capable of forgiveness.
NUTTY
We were in Paso Robles during the fourth of July
week-end strolling in the streets, after our sumptuous
lunch, where this vintage store caught our attention.
My ten year old grandson picked a pack of bubble gum
cigarettes and my grandchildren and I settled at the
outside bench, just sitting and people watching.
He peeled one of the sticks and started chewing.
He offered me one and somehow I got this idea of
showing him how to smoke a stick and asked my
daughter to take a picture of him and me smoking.
I texted the picture to relatives with a note “bad
influence, smoking cigarette candies ha-ha-ha”.
Did not stop there, I stood up and gave my daughter
one and asked Ricky to take a picture of his Mom and
me smoking like two street girls and I texted our picture
to my friends with a note “SMOKING HOT CHICKS”.
I got back texts of “silly grandma or bad grandma ha-ha”
and some of my friends texted back with “cute” and
one with “nutty girl ha-ha-ha” that made me laughed.
What a silly idea of a sixty nine year old grandma to
show his grandson how to smoke and a Mom to let
her daughter smoke with her for fun and take pictures.
My daughter and I do not smoke and I would never
dare do what I did with real cigarettes, honestly.
Somehow, I always come up with something fun, silly,
nutty to enjoy moments of togetherness and remember
them with such delight. I love being nutty, its fun.
Was called “crazy woman”, “nutty girl” sounds better.
9/19/21 "N" Poems, New Or Old Poetry
Constance La France
#6 - Nutty
It's a wrap. Ha-ha-ha
I need a nap. Ho-ho-ho
Completely zapped. Tee-hee-hee
What a pile of --- crepe paper!
Ha-ha!
I wish you luck. Ha-ha-ha
That's it for yucks. Ho-ho-ho
Now it's time to truck. Tee-hee-hee
Hey, man. What the --- flock!
Ho-ho!
From where I sit. Ha-ha-ha
You're a real wit. Ho-ho-ho
Don't ever quit. Tee-hee-hee
That's no --- sweat!
This poem smells. Ha-ha-ha
It rings no bells. Ho-ho-ho
It might as well Tee-hee-hee
Just go to hell! Hardy-har-har
And a nyuk-nyuk-nyk!
January 17, 2019
Entry in the "Would you mind getting your head out
of that filthy gutter contest?"
Sponsor: Mr. Pooling Yer-leg
(tee-hee-hee)
it will not stop for a day,
My heart beating for you,
Even when it fails, i will hit the sense into it
And into your head for making it fail.
i just have to be in your arms,
You could be the most annoying white lair, yes!
Of course i know, chill, cos i'll write them pink,
Your laughter could be the sweetest tune in my ears,
It doesn't stop it from being the quinine in scwcheps,
ha ha! you never seem to amaze me,
When those tiny voice of yours would say " i miss you oh"
oh! so i am now Mississippi?
surely the day i'll write out your next moves is come,
Don't anchor to Your e books okay? run errand for the stars,
When i'll catch them, i'll make them shine brighter on you,
What’s even wrong with me?
Sending you this sweet little piece,
Nah! sent to the wrong printer, love you.
Be of good cheer* midst radiant glow
Smiting gloom along vibrant delight
Optimizing moments with glad zest
Marked by hearty laughter: ha-ha-ha…
With exuberance of gratitude
Share God’s blessings such as peace and joy
Lifting others in prayer of hope
Then rest at night with beautiful smile.
*John 16:33 These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world.
March 27, 2025
2nd place, "Write Eight Beautiful Lines" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 3/30/2025
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Sponsored by Maureen McGreavy
One word wit style poetry Contest
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10/27/18