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Their once was a girl
Knot two pretty an knot two ugly
Just a normal ordinary girl
She was inn love with the prints,
Butt couldn’t get clothes enough two hymn
Won day she came upon a frog
The frog said, “I’m and enchanted frog,
If ewe kiss me, ewe will become beautiful.”
The girl thought about what the frog had said
An decided two take the frogs advice
She kissed hymn
An with a poof
The frog transformed into and enchanted prints
Two her shock, she was still the same
The enchanted prints had other plans of his own
He was inn love with the prints's sister
Sew he went two the castle looking four the princess
The girl was left with a broken hart an crying
4/22/2015
Contest Name:Only Homo's Allowed The word *****is from the Greek word meaning same
Sponsored by: Jerry T Curtis
A Girl and a Frog
There once was a girl
Not too pretty and not too ugly
Just a normal ordinary girl
She was in love with the prince
But couldn’t get close enough to him
One day she came upon a frog
The frog said, “ I’m an enchanted frog, If you kiss me
You will become beautiful”
The girl thought about what the frog had said
And decided to take the frogs advice
She kissed him
And with a poof
The frog transformed into an enchanted prince
To her shock, she was still the same
The enchanted prince had other plans of his own
He was in love with the prince’s sister
So he went to the castle looking for the princess
The girl was left with a broken heart and crying
Her pink okra fingers play violoncello,
Rises from her harmonic throat songs so mellow;
Is she a swallow? A skylark? A Nightingale?
Or the Greek goddess Calliope's sweet-sounding tale...?
An amalgamation of Bach and Beethoven,
Splays open, in and through her, like a vast ocean;
Piano, cello, bass guitar, and percussion,
Her heart and hands try all with perfect precision...!
Venomous feelings of infantile memories,
Childhood and adulthood draperies of worries;
Mushroom-like or monsoon creatures-like resentments,
Repetitions of termite-eating sentiments...
Like palms or banyans or olives Beth Hart withstood,
Worries and cares, though, continued as wild Redwood;
Grim hurt, anger, embarrassment, and frustration,
Could all these, yet, crash her creative causation...?
Rocks and boulders and hard hills, and mountains she breaks,
Earthquakes and volcanoes of destructions she shakes;
"Screamin' for My Supper", "LA Song (Out of This Town)",
Midst best melodic arts, Beth has her laurel crown...!!!
08 May 2023
Beth Hart Inspiration Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Rhymes Checked At: Rhymes Zone
Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables
Well guys I’m going to tell you a secret
You don’t really know me
I have not been honest
I am not who I say I am
Yesterday I discovered the real me…
I’m a ninja – yes honestly I’m a ninja
I have proof from www.anagrammer.com
Ninja Salol …………………….…..Jan Allison
So I thought I’d have fun with a few names here
Hope no one is offended.. but they are quite amusing!
Casual Pull …………………...... …… Paul Callus
Diarrhetic Ande ….…………….Andrea Dietrich
Archaean Cans …………… …….Casarah Nance
Ard Man ………………………….......……. Armand
Hmm is Tit ……………………....…….Tim Smith
Savour Hart ……………………...…. Arthur Vaso
ill can Jokes ……………………....….Jack Ellison
Hencoop **** ………….….….…..Shane Cooper
Horny Rash Ram ……….………Harry Horsman
Lycra Nim ………………….…......……. Lyric Man
Go Mercurial Ire …………….….Maurice Rigoler
Peer over………………………......….….Eve Roper
Ramshackle Cure……………. Earl Schumacker
Salutes Sir…………………………....….Lei Strauss
Mercy Tis So ………….……....………Mystic Rose
Can Hear Microchip………Charmaine Chircop
Upgrade Gent…………………….….Peter Duggan
Warrants Done……………..….. Darren Watson
Sit Leprechaun................... Paul Schneiter
9th February 2015
AT THREE TEN AM I GOT OUT OF BED.
I RUBBED MY EYES AND SHOOK MY HEAD.
I WENT TO THE KITCHEN TO QUENCH MY THIRST.
ON MY WAY THERE I STRUCK BY A BURST.
IT CAME RIGHT THROUGH THE ROOF AND FOCUSED ON ME.
IT TOOK SEVERAL SECONDS. BUT I FINALLY BROKE FREE.
I'M COMPLETELY AWAKE, NOW AT THIS TIME.
AND YES I WAS, BLOWN RIGHT OUT OF MY MIND.
MY HART WAS POUNDING, BUT THAT DIDN'T MATTER.
MY QUEST FOR SOME WATER, HAS COMPLETELY BEEN SHATTERED.
BUT MY CURIOSITY GOT THE BEST OF ME.
I WASN'T SURE I SEE WHAT I SEE.
I TOOK A STEP FORWARD AND ENTERED THE BEAM.
IT SEEMED I WAS FLOATING IN SOME KIND OF DREAM.
IT'S SOME KIND OF BEAM, BUT, INSIDE IT SEEMS TWISTED.
I LOOKED ALL AROUND BUT NO INSTRUCTIONS WERE LISTED.
ONE HOUR LATER I WOKE ON UP THE FLOOR,
WHEN I THOUGHT I HEARING A KNOCK AT THE DOOR.
IF YOU READ THE WORDS OUT LOUD IT MAKES TOTAL SENSE!
Once eye never had a hare out of plaice
Now I’m going bawled and eye am feeling blew
People are laughing and are starting to stair
Eye am going horse telling them my tail
Sum folks are very suite and don’t mention my bold scull
But others have no hart and eye hate the way they teas me
Eye am not vane, but my heir has not groan for sum weaks
Who nose what will happen, eye cannot altar my hare with die
Eye think eye knead to ware a flour in my lox and eye will look sew sheikh
FICTIONAL WRITE USING HOMOPHONES
09~19~16
It's not the exchange rate or demand I value,
When I think of any United States Dollar;
I think of the currency note or coin whose view,
Depict biographies of persons of valor...
John Quincy Adams, nation-thinker of no class,
Thomas Hart Benton, eminent and credible;
Salman Portland Chase, an inspirational bass,
Henry Clay, a slave-owner turned slave-loveable...
George Washington, known for highest integrity,
Abraham Lincoln, best of men of principles;
Theodore - stood for the earth- regularity,
Thomas Jefferson, gentle and personable...
I'd collected some dollars to keep them with me.
It's not because I am a dollar collector.
I collect currencies of any small country.
It's to be in touch with them as their respecter.
Struggle and freedom from merciless genocides,
From slavery, slave-trade, national apartheid;
Theft of land, heinously greatest of homicides,
Each in a dollar imprinted and embodied.
Bills might come and go even Bill Clinton did so.
Bills have values only when they have their backgrounds.
Bills have no values when newer bills make their show.
Bills or no bills. Life goes on just like hare and hounds.
Bills have much value when they come to India.
This is why the American's like to visit.
They argue, bargain with the common media.
They find Indians are full of humor and wit.
The dollar is the treasury of history,
Let us not just look at the number and transact;
Stop; look, think and contemplate on its mystery,
That you get many a meaning to facts abstract.
13 June 2021
$ Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
Once more we see the signs of the restart
as nature wakens plants with her magic art.
We laugh as at long last winter does depart
leaving us full of joy and light of heart.
Leafy branches conceal from sight the hart
by the still pond bees and dragonflies dart.
The lovers dreamily stare then drift apart
startled as one of the cows gives off a fart.
The posy opens slyly showing off its blackheart
only to be smothered by the nettle upstart.
The cook is busy making a large fruit tart
while in the parlour the cows gives us a quart.
Spring so full of promise show us your heart
as you bring vibrant life and a brand new start.
…Dunder Mifflin
actions not mortifying
suddenly
the voice of a sportscaster
erupts
with the time of day
giving
the time of day
quarterly
…Mash
not a lover’s quarrel
but
like Burns and Houlihan
together
to screw with “the cast”
…Priestly
but the devil
was tattooed on an arm
scaring
the hell out of us
causing
us to retreat
like boxers to our corners
…Hart
not sexual
but sleazy
an occasional liar
at
his desk, I
saw past his
Pinocchio nose
he’d
not get fired
but
our 9 to 5
was a little kinder
…Slater
but schemed
to make her own team
it
wasn’t Betty
that was ugly
…Me
for to be the boss
would mean
I’d have to drive
the machine
not
be sent off a cliff
…a novel opportunity
but
poetry
Hart Crane tribute
forsake our eyes
in a lovers cry
&sigh
shadows sweep decends
that
doubtful day:
a lie revealed
now proved
first seen
in its fall
on a cloud
beyond desire
a tide of voices
sleeves
of sound
wash away
slowly distills
clustering
then
sleeps
out of sight
singing low
of long ago
times rcalled
I used to see:
timeless
now torn
on wayward plight
silently
below
into the dan
rhythm
drew a crash of leaves
like
a tide of destiny
change
began
consummate&
free
dream no more
with
barren trees
without a rein
remember&
atone
its not too late
sands
are running
the hushed lands
home
to our own
we all
in thrall
while
time clears
in endless space
it
smiles
as in a cloud
of
infinity ahead
abandoned pastures
mumurless
blind ecstasy
& mutual glee
unvanquished space
&
chiselled heights
with
sleeping havens
none escapes
the vision
in our hands
now
let go
now more alone
one by one
to
grieve
the backward vision
through
the smoke
tinselled hands
through windowed panes
of
seasons
fleeting
palatial white
in a show
survey
not
heard before
in antiquity or
parentage
the heart is wrung
forsees
the end
with easy sight
on&on
for evermore
one
after
one
breath
made cry's
surpassing call
beyond
time
"Picasso Blues"
Blue Sky
met
Blue Feather
on a
Blue Day
Collaborating
a slow dance
across the
lost dance floor
crowded
with more
than a thousand
hidden
keys to truth
ignoring
a thousand
poker playing
game changing
whispers blinking
in the dark room
poetically
seduced
immersed in
mirrors
shades of
dark and light
fingers playing
out notes in
quite volume
drowning in
black and white
to loud
slow rolling
Picasso Blues
silence
in a moment
romanced
no noise
and those
wide open
emerald green
hues
reflecting
freediving
fathomless
Periwinkle Blues
(LadyLabyrith/2019)
"Picasso Blue" / Might Mo Rodgers
https://youtu.be/AkPcNCnQU70
"I'm So Lonely" / Mighty Sam McClain
https://youtu.be/zBFjWr_sJh8
"Am I the One" / Beth Hart
https://youtu.be/ziy_WKNnNNk
“[...]the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!”
Jack Kerouac, On the Road
“Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.”
Anais Nin
"Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don't be sorry.”
Jack Kerouac
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