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Romeo is dead and juliet has followed
left me in tears and my heart do hollowed.
Jack has died and rose has dried
making my eyes watery
with no one to have them dried.
Paris triggered the fall of troy
stealing Helen, farest of sparta's toil
this nursed the war of trojan
inevitable, dem no fit dodge am....
Orpheus and eurydice
-it has a tragic end-
cleopatra and mark Anthony
-it has a tragic end-.
Tristan and iseult
- it has a tragic end-.
Napoleon and josephine
-it has a tragic end-.
Bonnie and clyde
-it has a tragic end-.
Even that broken hearted reading this
knew that now love always has a tragic end.
Ernestine and her friends sweet sixteen
Jean Irene Josephine and Pauline
Dolled up in glamorous aubergine velveteen
Dreamt of being harvest queens on Halloween
Living it up Eugene drove their limousine
Directly to the drive-in theater widescreen
And there He was larger than life The Wolverine
With his deep hypnotic eyes of aquamarine
Twists and turns unforeseen in out and in between
For something not much bigger than a magic bean
Escaped the guillotine somewhere in the Philippine
Plenty of action all for a figurine of Byzantine
Hearts pitter patter larger than life The Wolverine
With the dreamiest hypnotic eyes of aquamarine
Back home Ernestine tossed her poster of Steve McQueen
The pristine one torn last week from a hip teen magazine
There was a new heartthrob on the scene
Sweeter than a bowl of ice scream topped with praline
Sitting to write her love letter to The Wolverine
Seal it with a kiss colour and scent of tangerine
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on March 25, 2018 for contest LOVE LETTER II sponsored by VIV WIGLEY - RANKED 5TH
In seventeen sixty nine a child was born
in Corsica, Genoa's former vassal state.
Prior to his birth, his land had been war-torn,
Paoli's resistance did his birth predate.
At school, his geometrical talent was inborn,
and he was tutored by none other than Laplace.
For his accent, his peers at school laughed him to scorn,
but fortune would elevate him from grass to grace.
With his much older heartthrob he tied the knot;
much to the chagrin of his own dear family.
For the heart of Josephine he relentlessly fought,
and at Chateau de Malmaison they lived happily.
Later he would choose a military career
that would take him beyond the Corsican frontier.
France's revolution saw to his glorious rise,
when at Toulon, he took royalists by surprise.
To Egypt he led a dual expedition
of a military and scientific mission.
To France he returned and sacked the directory,
taking charge of the affairs of state and treasury.
Europe did contend with him in seven coalitions;
at Austerlitz he subjugated two nations,
at Marengo, Austria on her bended knees fell,
at Jena-Auerstadt, Prussia to victory bade farewell.
At Borodino, Russia met her nemesis,
as her vanquished forces saw their paralysis.
At Ligny, Blucher like a beaten canine fled
with the terribly smitten forces he once led.
Portugal's sovereign lord to distant Brazil ran,
when like an invincible lord he came to his realm.
The emperor he feared, and made no military plan;
thus he paved the way for him to ascend his helm.
But despite his triumphs, his weakness was exposed.
At Rolica, his troops a major set back saw.
From Leipzig he did to Elba's island withdraw,
from whence in 1815 he returned unopposed.
Russia's wintry plains did his grand armee deplete,
making his troops vulnerable to a future defeat.
After the famous battles in which he gloried,
his great ambition at Waterloo was buried.
Sister Josephine, our neighborhood nun.
No longer fit for ministry;
although she’s quit the nunnery,
she sits at our day camp nursery.
Go Jo uses every amp of energy
so as to champion or otherwise dampen
the spirit of grit in our scamps.
Sister Josephine, power shavers couldn’t stun.
Noise is born in my son.
Enjoying his horn on the run
from morn till night with the sun,
Boy Roy is fun, delightfully won.
Toys are Sprite cans, squiggly egg whites,
old cobs of corn and badly worn kites.
Sister Josephine, our savior you’d want.
Nursing their aches and their sprains,
reversing the stakes in their games,
she takes on blessing their brains.
Interspersed with pain, her tests will train,
coerce and arrest their thoughts with some stress.
Her heart makes and breaks their quests.
Sister Josephine showers favors - on good done.
Rhyming Words:
Stanza one:
no, although, Go, Jo, so
fit, quit, sits, spirit, grit
ministry, nunnery, nursery, every, energy
camp, amp, champion, dampen, scamps
Stanza two:
noise, enjoying, Boy, Roy, toys
born, horn, morn, corn, worn
son, run, sun, fun, won
night, delight, Sprite, whites, kites
Stanza three:
nursing, reversing, inter/spersed, coerce
aches, stakes, takes, makes, breaks
sprains, games, brains, pain, train
blessing, tests, arrest, stress, quests
Random rhymes in the the single lines:
our, power, showers
(neighborhood), (shavers could), (savior you'd), (favors/good)
nun, stun, want, done
Wife of 34 years
Sudden death
Surprising caught off guard
Our love to emphasize
Sheer beauty and Charm
Thinking in wit
Miss you much
Feeling your spirit daily at night
Invisible kisses full of delight
Remembering our stagecoach rides
The hugs and closeness
Togetherness wonder
As I recall, we were journeying through the Cheyenne trail
It was our honeymoon back then
Romantic and compelling elegance
Under the Moon and Stars
Memory of enchanted and truthful
Your soul always in my heart
Kisses left the mark
One day my love we will be together once again
Finishing what we started being in love
That meet that will be
Until that definite time, I must retreat
My love Josephine
Kisses to the skies through the secrete winds.
Years ago, I had a college roommate named Herbie.
His uncle was anthropologist Leonard Kirby
who was reported missing when the plane he had flown,
crashed in the Borneo jungle at a spot unknown.
Herbie had insisted his uncle was still alive;
despite what was declared on the news program at five.
Dr. Kirby was an excellent pilot to fly.
Herbie said there’s no way his uncle went down to die.
When the spring break began, Herbie would sell his Hummer,
and got enough money for a trip in the summer.
He asked me to join him on his jaunt to Borneo.
I responded with “Yes, I would really like to go!
Deep in the jungle is where Dr. Kirby appeared.
Herbie recognized him despite his very long beard.
Herb told Dr. Kirby “Uncle Leonard, can’t you see?
I’m your great nephew Herbert; don’t you recognize me?
The old man answered “Yes nephew, don’t be so sappy!
I’ve found a wife and a brand new life, I’m quite happy!”
We were puzzled until we saw this monstrosity;
a huge native woman standing at seven feet three.
Dr. Kirby said “Boys, this is my wife Josephine.
She’s the most wonderful woman I have ever seen!
I’m so glad I found her because she’s so big and strong.
As long as she stays with me, I can never go wrong!
Once she was bitten by a tiger in an attack.
This only made her angry, so she bit him right back.
And here’s the strangest thing that can never be denied:
We heard only two days later that poor tiger died!
No boys, I’m not going back and leave this happiness;
because I owe too much in tax to the IRS.
To me, this jungle is just like heaven on the earth.
If I go back home, they might send me to Leavenworth!
So tell the whole family for me I said hello.
Don’t miss the last flight out of here, so you’d better go!
for "Die a Fun Death Contest"
Three sisters used to babysit
Back when my kids were small.
It's years since I have thought of them
But some things I recall.
Josephine, the eldest,
Was both gentle and subdued.
She liked to keep the lamps down low
To keep a peaceful mood.
Lydia, the youngest,
Was an energetic sort.
Each bulb was set to blazing
Like a night-time tennis court.
And Henrietta, in-between,
Was full of smiles and fun.
Some lights were on for brightness,
But not every single one.
My husband is like Josephine,
Preferring rooms near-dark,
While I resemble Lydia,
Her choices on the mark.
When we're both home we compromise
And just so no one's pissed,
We tap our Henrietta;
Light and dark thus coexist.
The farm was nestled deep in the country,
down a dusty road was a lovely house and barn;
where horses ran and jumped in a meadow beyond,
and fat cows mooed and chickens clucked, and
a rooster welcomed each dawn and strutted proudly.
Farmer Hector Cuckleburr, Hec for short and his,
wife Josephine Cuckleburr had many other animals;
oh yes many, like pigs and sheep, and babies too
and the delight at having lots of jumping baby lambs
which brings me to a little dog called, Smidget Puggily.
Smidget Puggily was the smallest of the Pugs born,
and the other Pugs pushed her away at play;
squeaking you are too small, Smidget Puggily, go away,
so she did, wandering the barn yard she saw something,
that bleated and stretched from a curled up sleep.
Hello, said Smidget Puggily, gosh you are pretty,
thanks, was the reply, and I am smart too, a leader;
I could teach you things, be your guru, your teacher,
your guide around this farm, see how high I can jump,
and with that, she jumped in the air and bleated loud.
I will name you Prettisome Guru, and I am your student,
show me how to jump, soon Smidget Puggily was jumping;
lets play follow the leader said Prettisome Guru, just follow,
Smidget Puggily, listen to me, I have excellent vision, hearing,
and smell, but best of all I like to cuddle up and get touchy.
Well, from that day forward those two walked the farm yard,
with the Smidget Puggily following her Prettisome Guru faithfully;
farmer Hec and his wife Josephine would stop and laugh,
when they found those two curled up asleep, all cuddled up,
and that was often- those two slept most of the day actually.
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March 1, 2019
Poetry/Narrative/The Smidget Puggily and her Prettisome Guru
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1119-309-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, The Smidget Puggily and Her Prettisome Guru
sponsor, Caren Krutsinger
Second Place
I dedicate this poem to Thomas Cunningham,
who I admire for the tales he tells in poetry form.
MUTINY
I stands at the bow
Proud to lead
I get the first catch
and splash
Pretense while I breathe
as if our lips our sealed together
in this hallowed breeze
The skill of his hands
that masterfully guide
the ship to the seas
My intricate gown
he sees only in his dreams
as he feels the form
underneath
with his intrepid heart
His feet firmly planted
on deck,
this captain of mine,
steers the ship
He must think of the coins
the greed, the gold
under the nose
of his crew
They often smirk
and besmirch his name
under tobacco’d breath
and the stench
of a whore’s perfume
My hair is in disarray,
I dread his fate
under the hallowed moon
The thunder roars
from a shotgun
into the air it soars
In chains, he’s still in charge,
his thoughts for me alarmed
I’m pale and soaked,
the downpour mad
And so am I
My knees bend
My hands fold
My head bound
to see you through
You stand at the brawny depths
where the sirens roar,
where tremendous teeth
and hideous fins
nearly frighten you
I beg for your pardon,
plead for your soul
The head shark
leans in with stain’d fangs
mercilessly mocking,
tearing up the captain
with dead man tales
The compass spins
wildly as the traitor
vehemently describes
the fishbait before his eyes
The treasured bride
asks for a trade
her life for his
The sand sinks her knees
“No, no, Josephine!”
her sisters on her trail
“Take ours, us two,
save both of them!”
The Lord wipes his tears
and takes the dears
into his arms,
safe from the storm
The tables turn
as a sail
slices the air
rebuking the mutiny
and the crew they stare
as their daring
is circled and bit...
one arm, one leg,
one ear at a time
They’ve seen nothing like this
Then their eyes open
A light from the bow
They rub their eyes
but still they see the captain’s bride
She smiles like the crystal sea
She waves and disappears
The crew drops their gear,
unties the captain,
begs mercy,
unless they go down with the ship!
10/10/2020
Unmetered narrative
J-eopardy of dreaded droplet
O-nerously attacks the mouth;
S-trike is felt all over the world,
E-ndangering the East, West, North, and South.
P-andemic plague in dreaded droplet
H-orribly hurts nose by surprise;
I-nvisible infection from Wuhan
N-astily assaults everyone's
E-yes.
B-arbaric brutality of dreaded droplet
U-ses the fearsome fever;
E-erie epidemic of sickness
N-otoriously lets lungs suffer.
A-trocious ailment in dreaded droplet
V-iciously threatens the throat;
E-xcruciating thing in silence
N-efariously brings risk to the boat.
T-he World Health Organization
U-pends the global fret;
R-estrictions and lockdowns
A-bate the dreaded droplet.
Topic: Birthday of Josephine M. Buenaventura (May 29)