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PART 2
“ you are lazy, insane, crazy ”, “ you are sloppy, you hair style, your shoes, your cloths, your thoughts, your belief, your understandings, your knowledge – all – are twenty, thirty, forty years old – are in the past ”, “ you don’t learn anything new, you are a phony, a fake, insincere, artificial in your spontaneity ”, “ you don’t know what you are talking about, you don’t go to dozens of different sources for information ”, “ you are not logical, you twist everything around, you melt everything together, you create fantasies ”, “ you are not manly, got no balls, you are like a woman, to feminine, not a man ”, “ your speech – pronunciations – are not clear, understandable, you pantomime when speaking to others ”, “ you don’t know when to be funny, to joke, you are not humorous ”, “ you have no initiative, no balls ”, “ you are sad, deeply sad, childhood sad, there is great sadness in your eyes ”
My gran doesn’t ‘get’ this woke society
I told her that there’s a new sobriety
We went for a walk to see what we would see
And show her we all can be what we will be
Men can be women and girls can be boys
And most men in showbiz have that certain poise
I’ve seen a guy wearing a little black dress
And people whose gender is something to guess
But live and let live is the latest doctrine
Though sometimes I wouldn’t know where to begin
Someone approached us in pink dungarees
And Doc Marten boots and a beard to ‘their’ knees
With glitter mascara, diamanté tiara
A dog tag that said nothing more than ‘Tamara’
‘Their’ Mohican hair style was quite a strange sight
Twas dyed rainbow colours and went left to right
I tried not to notice ‘their’ tightly strapped breasts
But bits were protruding from her (their) string vest
In an unguarded moment I said, “Evening Miss.”
He/she/it/they gawped and said, “That’s remiss.”
I told he/she/it/they, “I’m not of this age
So don’t take offence, please don’t get in a rage.”
‘They’ strode off and snarled like a pantomime cat
And my little old gran said, “What The F*** Was That?”
Time Changed Words
Olden days
Days so golden
Golden then
Then not at all
All wish them so
So wished away
Away in time
Time was quite lost
Lost daydream style
Style your hair
Hair style is new
New slim fit blouse
Blouse blue is mind
Mind your step
Step two at a time
Time won't stop
Stop standing still
Still I did fear
Fear strange new days
Days after days
Days traveled past
Past my dates
Dates time words
Words not distilled
Distilled new words
Words now renewed
Renewed words mimed
Mimed well this time
Time blink blinks
Blinks twice then waits
Waits a few minutes
Minutes pass fast
Fast paced life
Life still goes on
On and on
On a roll
Roll out change
Change changes words
Words you did say
Say stay in line
Line up your mouth
Mouth just good things
Things might change
Change the past
Past changes sight
Sight softens views
Views not the same
Same things so true
True words spoken
Spoken gently
Gently does it
It can work
Work it out
Out damned spot
Spot the difference
Difference is just that
That love is kind
Kind loves kind words
Words changed by time
Time in the present
Present time changes words
Words should be golden
Golden not Olden Days.
First posted 30/1/2015
Has a note saying it's "Chain Verse" (Not sure?)
Seems similar to Blitz format.
Aqua. M Poems.
Form:
September 6- date for returning to school,
I am going to embrace it with joy;
grateful and ready to accept each rule,
and ev'ry experience . . . girl and boy.
I inform mom that I need lot's of stuff,
and a brand new hair style to flip and fluff;
and a trendy backpack to overstuff.
I tell my dad I need some tech supplies,
a laptop, printer and maybe a cell;
oh sure dad, of course, I can compromise.
get me this please- so this girl can feel swell.
I need stuff too like pencils, markers, pens,
notebooks- scissors, rulers to share with friends;
style for gathering in library dens.
Oh yes, need school clothes like tops and cute jeans,
skirts, dresses, leggings, shoes, socks scarves, and hats;
remember, I like things in pinks and greens,
I can just see trendy me having chats.
Oh, mom and dad, yes, I plan to study,
I will find a smart school study buddy;
dad, I read it's bad to over-study !
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September 04, 2022
Poetry/Rhyme/Back to School in Canada
Copyright Protected, ID 09-1485-366-04
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Back to School
sponsor, Francine Roberts, Judged 09/20/2022
Trousers and tights shirts
Tights and baggy blouses
Buff boots and converse
Heelys without wheels I do
Is what I wear
Is what I am
Is what I be
Under that dress and flats
Behind that hair style and makeup
Is what I pretend to be
Is what people want me to be
Is what they want from me
It’s a switch in personality
From boy to girl
Or that is what they say?
I act boyish?
I am being me
But they just won’t accept me
It’s not like I committed a crime against nature
I was just being me
Acting to be myself
And that is my nature
But what people also say
What I also noticed about myself
I intend to succeed in having
Two personalities
Tough? Soft?
Wild, sensitive?
Adventurous, poetic?
Athletic, lazy
Singer, screamer
Dancer, deep?
Fighter, surrender?
Strong, weak…
Is that what they say?
Or is it just mixed up?
I’m glad I do…
Just me and my granddaughters, two sweet cute tweens
eating up pizza. It’s “No-night” for greens!
I tell them old stories about family.
Their own funny stories they tell back to me.
They’ve brought a nail file. One files my nails
while I tell more stories with juicy details!
We play on the internet for a short while
then chat about things like our favorite hair style.
It’s now after ten, but tonight is for fun.
No going to bed till well after one!
We pick out a series on Netflix to watch.
At last we discover one that is top-notch.
I with my popcorn and they with ice-cream -
we’re living it up while living the dream!
Oct. 12, 2019 for the contest of Line Gauthier: Living the Dream
Traditional Indian hair composition
of a girl gets attraction
being curly and long
and that's the criterion.
Inheriting my maternal gene
I was proud to have
this type and naturally
was granted to own beautiful hair.
Admired in my rural community
from very childhood boosting my vanity.
Finishing School got admission in City College.
Surprised to know that
most praise worthy modern style
is accepted when hair is straightened.
Being born and brought up in suburbs,
I neither have any idea about beauty parlour
nor could afford that much luxury.
My best friend Anya was habituated
to go for facial and new hair set up
at least once a month and every time
requested me to do once, just as a trial .
Yet I have never been tempted.
At last one day she offered a gift
for hair setting in parlour accompanying her.
But I took decision
not to get any obligation.
She assured, no question to oblige
It's her pleasure
Coz the parlour offers
her free gift for any friend
once a year,
as she is a regular customer.
This year she is choosing me.
I agreed : So a girl started to care my hair
After washing and drying she took one hour
to set my hair style -
After completion of setting hair
she held a mirror in front of me
making me totally upset.
I was stunned and shocked to see
my hairs are completely straightened !
I couldn't recognise myself .
I yelled in anger
' Why have you done this to me ?
My outstanding pride of curly hair
has been lost forever.
I never told you to do this.'
She apologized and said
'No modern girl likes curly hair.
It's her discretion to satisfy me.
But no cause of worry,
I will regain my natural hair composition
after a fortnight.
I was relieved after two weeks,
regaining my natural curly hair
in glaze and glare.
After that I never dared to visit a parlour.
Ka’mayia gives off the air of
Well giving off an air
Self-confidence personified,
in the form of a gorgeous caramel body
Her skin flashes with beauty,
but those eyes, oh, my, those eyes.
They are chocolate all-knowing orbs.
She has the knowledge of the masters.
Ka’mayia is an empath, so sensitive
that she has had to build walls, so shut out the hurt ones
For when they hurt, she hurts, but more painfully so.
She has love for everyone, and can feel their pain.
I note that her latest hair style reflects Medusa,
a great idea, she thought, hoping to keep strangers away.
It does not work. People are drawn to this beautiful African queen.
They tell her of their woes, their worries, their life.
She cannot go to a restaurant without pulling the entire back story
out of the waitresses, and the bartender.
And he is trained to listen! But not when she looks into his eyes.
She is an empath, and walls do not work for her. She cares too much.
So She knew
That declaration of love
It took me by surprise
We hadn’t spoken for decades
The cut off when I didn’t reply
Later the daily prayers she sent up
I still did not know
Then the bald picture
It frightened me
She asked how I liked it
I replied in silence
She sensed my shock and lied
Its my new hair style
I completely missed it
She called to say Happy D died
I was sad and cried a little
We grew up together
They were both my (girl)friends
She asked me to send a donation
Then sent pictures at the funeral
She looked healthy with her white smile
When we parted as teenagers
That smile always stayed with me
We used to be mischievous
Playing in the rain all wet
Everybody knew then she left
And now two more pictures
She had lost a lot of weight
I barely recognized her
A gold ring on her withered hand
A grandchild on the other
They were dressing for church
Several months passed
I called again in vain
Finally the news came
She was gone …
She couldn’t wait for me
I have been thinking of her
Those days long long ago
I would wait up to catch a glimpse
Or perhaps to talk as she came by
I remember her other leaving
Like this one without goodbye
She had shielded me again
I just now caught on
The 60's
The look was penny loafers, bobby socks,
pleated skirts, button up shirts,
bell bottom pants and headbands
Flower children were also the era,
Stood for peace and love also political movement
Listen to the music of the Beatles, Monkeys, Rolling Stones plus many more.
My heart throbbed for John Lennon, so young and in love
In my private time I listen to Liberace on the radio
Danced the Twist, Jerk, Monkey, Mashed potato, and the Watusi
I love to dance at the school Sox Hop dances up on the bleachers
Swinging my long auburn hair to the waist, back and forth
My hips moved to the twist
While everyone else danced on the gym floor
Mom’s favorite hair style, the Beehive
Dad looks so good looking behind the wheel of his 1959 De Soto station wagon
A child’s joy jumping rope, hopscotch, jacks,
Rotating a Hula hoop around my waist
Playing marbles with the boys
My favorite, climbing trees but
It always came with a broken bone
Our 35th president was John F. Kennedy
I was sitting in a swing in the playground
When we all heard he had been fatally shot
I was only 12 then
Tears ran down my face when I heard
People weren’t being treated equal
He stood for Equal Rights
We lost great man was that day
Growing up in the 60s was fun, but also very sad
Contest Name: Decades The 60’s * 2nd Place
Sponsor: Kelly Deschler