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When I heard about your terrible accident, I began to pray.
Buy my prayers were ineffective because you passed away.
People enjoyed the entertainment that you brought.
You had talent and many fans who liked you a lot.
I myself was a very big fan.
You were a very good man.
When you got injured, it was bad but dying was far worse.
Sadly, the cast of Different Strokes seems to be cursed.
You made millions of people laugh on Different Strokes.
You helped to make that show a hit and that is no joke.
Your talent and charisma were off the chart.
You're dead but you'll always be in our hearts.
(DEDICATED TO GARY COLEMAN WHO DIED MAY 28, 2010.)
Tell me masters of cringe
Should we suffer so long
Practising what you preach
Can’t you make it alone?
That will be fair enough
If you do what you say
Never mind a good laugh
You’re a joke anyway
You’re the masters of cringe
And you never retire
Your warlords on a binge
Setting buildings on fire
People want you to die
But the God says oh no
I don’t want these old guys
Strutting out at my show
They are devil’s concern
But the Devil says nay
They’re too stinky to burn
I shall kick them away
Back to where they belong
To that muddy old soil
Where they’ll drown all alone
In the puddle of oil.
When the stars blaze a halo rim
around the noon-day sun
it is time, time for a swim.
The street lights have gone to the gym.
Mr. Harry Tomdick chose the street
and brought tick tocks for each heat.
I wore my frilly pajamas
but we forgot the gloves for our feet.
We smelled the butterflies' joke
about those young day crawlers
who had no small heat soak
from dog-paddling in the smoke.
The stars are now falling on the midway
Traffic lights blink pink and blue - Swim On -
while sparks of ice drop from the sun's ray.
Tempus fugit - forever and a day.
September 7, 2021
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Like the final stanza of a villanelle, this tomfoolery uses the opposite rhyme scheme of a rubaiyat - BABB.
Surprise me with a compliment
When I’m feeling down
Surprise me with a funny joke
When you see me wear a frown
Surprise me with agreement
When I am argumentative
Surprise me with a “thank you” smile
When I’ve nothing left to give
Surprise me with a thumbs up sign
Even though I tried and failed
Surprise me with camaraderie
When all my other friends have bailed
Surprise me with a shoulder rub
After a long, hard day at work
Surprise me with a good kick in the tush
When I am being a real jerk
Surprise me with an in depth look
At one of my stupid poems
Surprise me by being there
When at night I stumble home
Surprise me by simply loving me
Although there is no good reason to at all
Surprise me by catching me
Before I even start to fall
Surprise me in any of these ways
And this I promise you
The surprises that I give right back
Will come in multiples of two
The old ladies
march onto the elevator,
steadied by their canes,
each a shrunken frailty
wrapping an unending soul--
they are going to watch
young people dance
their dances of grace
and beauty, while they recall
their own beauty long dissolved
in the acid of time....
Yet, they are happy--
I even joke with them
as I lean on my own cane:
'Come Ladies! Let's have a
foot race!" They all laugh,
as the young girls within
their tattered frames flirt
with the potent young man
hiding behind a time-marked mask...
for a moment we all feel a jolt
of that spark we call life.
They say I’m sensitive
Negative connotation
A shroud they want to wrap me in
And put the blame on me
It’s only a joke, you see
Overly sensitive
That’s me
I smile
Positive connotations, my wile
Oh…I’m OVERLY sensitive
It’s true
The throbbing and pulsing
That makes other women sigh
Takes me to the stratosphere high
Senstations multiplied
I sigh
I cry
I die
And lie
Open
Sensitive to every touch
To every nuance
To every breath
Body quivering
Mind in overdrive
I thrive
On pleasure
Every cell
Sensitive
To touch
To tongue
To lips
To fingers
To thoughts….
To…..W~O~R~D~S
Dipped in sensitivity
Meant to awaken
The sultry sensual me
Oh...I'm OVERLY sensitive
To my lover’s needs
Wanting to please
Tease
Make him weak…
Unable to speak
Waiting for that butterfly caress
That unbuttoning of the dress
That peek a boo see through lace
That wanton hungry…”feed me” face
I trace
every place
sensitive to the signs
that make him come alive
To satiate, my pride
I rule and provide
His momentum...I guide
OVERLY sensitive
till want and need
are released...freed!
OH….I’m OVERLY sensitive
Yes, It's true
and here's a warning
a warning to you!!!
Don’t mess with me
Unless you want to see
Anarchy!!!
I’ll draw blood
In your "knock her down" revelry
I'll win
I'll fly and be free!!
I’m OVERLY sensitive
That’s me
But I’d rather be this way
Desire delirious
Mayhem mad
Passion proned
Happy honed
OVERLY sensitive people
Like ME
We....
LIVE life
Moment by moment
Second by sensual second
sensitive and alive
we thrive
we survive
Overly sensitive
ALIVE!
Eileen Manassian
When you feel like you're being used
When you feel like you're being consumed
The joke and the laugh for everyone's muse
Just remember this, I love you.
When you feel like you can't take one more step
The weight of the world's sinking into your chest
Like you have given it your all and have nothing left
Just remember this, fall into my arms and I'll carry you.
We can go through it together
Stormy weather I'll be your umbrella
In those moments don't forget to remember..
I'm here for you.
I'll always be there, in your heart when we're apart
I'll hold your hand when you feel like you're falling apart
I'm your friend, until the end, remember this
But if you forget, I'll tell you again. To remember..
Remember the light you shine, remember the love you give
Remember that no matter how bad it gets..
I'm your friend, on you I'll never quit
To help you remember
You'll smack your lips, at his silver side
Our beefy lad will cure your ham
His tender loins, are worth your coins
And if you ask, he'll stuff your lamb
I tell no fibs, you'll love his ribs
It ain't no joke, his crackly pork
Worth every pound, his piece of round
No crumbly biscuit, beats his brisket
Like chocolate drops, his porky chops
You cannot beat our Tristans meat
His chunky thighs, don't criticise
His seasoned beef, won't crack your teef (teeth)
I tell no fibs, you'll love his ribs
It ain't no joke, his crackly pork
Worth every pound, his piece of round
No crumbly biscuit, beats his brisket
A butcher always, in the making
But the creme de le creme, of his meaty treats
His able hands, will cure your bacon
He's the nicest guy, you could ever meet
Humpty Dumpty
Humpty Dumpty went to the doctor as he did not feel well; he needed help to come out of his shell
so off to the doctors, Humpty ambled. He was confused because his brain was so scrambled.
The doctor looked at Humpty and said, “This is no joke. You seem to lost nearly all of your yolk.”
Humpty said to the doctor, “I had a great fall while I was sitting on the garden wall.”
After my fall I did not feel well. I found I had a crack in the back of my shell
then Poor Humpty took a turn for the worse and poor Humpty is now dead
So the doctor had him for breakfast between two slices of bread
I thought I could love a Russian Girl.
Her lips were divine, pretty like a rose
She was lovely, with the cutest curl.
Why couldn't I stop looking at her toes?
I swear they were twisted, not one was straight.
Sure her dress showed off her sexy form.
Those open sandles, they didn't look great!
Within my mind, I was completely torn.
I may be shallow, a horrible guy.
My foot fetish is far from a joke
Staying with her I would surely die.
If I sucked those toes I'm sure I'd choke
Some like big boobs that flop all about.
For me it's a foot, perfect and petite.
Still others prefer a woman more stout.
I'm cursed to be a man attracted to feet
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