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It interuped the flow of things.
He attmepted to his lack
of concentration. Abstract,
something that doesn't describe something real
or photogenetic..Anyway it appeared to have been printed incorrectly
or maybe the secetary gave the wrong design;
I didn't like it Now frustrated and dealing
with a time frame and very little cash to correct the matter
he became creative and got out the scissors and paste
and made the corrections himself.
A great job, as no one seemed to
have noticed it was a flaw that was corrected.
We liked the idea he took a photo of the work
and had it photo printed. It saved money a lot of
money. Now dealing with the ego's
of these Music mindd phenoms so that a show
with prestige and seeking a critics positive
opinion means alot to this project!
Needing a critic's positive opinion means a
creative work, product, or person relies on
professional approval to gain credibility,
funding, or an audience. While the word
"criticism" often implies finding faults,
a professional critic's evaluation can be
favorable, offering an expert seal of approval that validates
quality. A composition that might be the composers best work
in my hands meant alot and how I presented it
would either cement my position as conductor
and producer or ruin me me as an sloppy ill tempered person..
He last called me "Minzzokk Atterberg" It mad
me angry knowing he knew my name and called me out of it.
her compliments made me wish she was mine. I believe I feel in love with her
the moment she said "Hello"! Speaking of his counterpart introducing him
to the Critic.
Man #1:
If you like county music…you’re a Nazi.
If you still go the church…you’re a Nazi.
If you ever owned a gun…you’re a Nazi.
If you watch superhero films…you’re a Nazi.
If you drive a gas-powered car…you’re a Nazi.
If you liked to go fishing…you’re a Nazi.
If you hold doors for women…you’re a Nazi.
If you don’t trust the media…you’re a Nazi.
If you do trust the media…you’re an idiot.
If you believe in free speech…Nazi.
If you ever asked for ID… Nazi.
If you stream television…Nazi.
If you own a dog, not a cat…Nazi.
If you’ve ever seen a rodeo…Nazi.
If you like fast-food fries…Nazi.
If you act like a Nazi…ANTIFA.
High heels—Nazi!
Baseball cap—Nazi!
G.E.D—Nazi!
Don’t like wine—Nazi!
Spit, don’t swallow—Nazi!
Ever want children—Nazi!
Nazi-Nazi-Nazi-Nazi! Nazi!!
Nazi, you’re all dam Nazis! All of you!
Agree with me of you’re a Nazi!!! Bwaaaaahhhh—
Thud.
Man #2:
Holy crap, did that guy just have a stroke?
Should we help him?
Man #3:
Nah, why bother. He’s probably
A Nazi anyway…
My favorite word. . . now what could that be?
To choose it, I have to think so carefully.
If I choose by its meaning, I simply can’t find
one word most important; this boggles my mind.
My favorite word. Oh, how can I choose?
What if I go by the one I most use?
I’d have to choose something like “a,” “the” or “and.”
Such words are too boring and surely not grand.
My favorite word. Now here is a thought.
I love pretty words, so my favorite ought
to be one poetic! But such words abound.
I’ll narrow them down to my favorite sound!
Words spring to my mind such as eloquence,
splendid, bliss, and ephermal; hence,
there’s something inside each word I can tell
is similar. All of them have the sound L!
How lilting between vowels in words like “Aloha.”
How lively in Christmas refrains: Fa La La!
L is Luscious and Lissome. It has eLegance.
It’s Luna, Lavender, and Luminescence!
And now I’ve arrived at ONE word. It has wings!
Like a beautiful angel, this word I think sings!
It comes from the Bible; a woman of fame
had a bit longer form of this beautiful name.
Delilah – in Hebrew and Arabic too -
a name most delightful has been shortened to
LILAH! This simple name rolls off the tongue.
It’s a languishing lass, lovelorn and young.
Perhaps a touch sultry with light in her eyes!
Be it Lyla or Layla; I hear lullabyes
to lull me to Slumberland; my soul will take flight
on a dream word that means lovely girl of the night!
Aug. 21, 2019 for Chantelle Anne Cooke's "Favorite Word" Poetry Contest
(I have written a few poems employing this name Lilah, one entitled
"Lilah of the Lilacs." If I had had a second daughter, I think Lilah would
have been my name for her! Also, I actually had a cat once that liked to
snip at our legs, so I had named her Lilah Vampira!)
Laptop Download.
Laptop frustration torments my eyes
I watched the screen gritting my teeth
Do this then that and then go into there
My eyes were like a cat at a tennis match
Play it again Sam. Rewind step by step
I still have no idea what he did! I scream
‘Nothing works the way he said, nothing
Happens how it does in his world!’
No sound yet the green lines are zooming
Up and down. ‘There,’ he said. ‘If you
Liked this video tap the subscribe and ring
The bell.’
Back to the start, do it again, his sickly
Knowing smile, drives me insane. He’s
Got a different icon to me, how did he
Do that? I couldn’t see!
I slap the laptop closed and grab a fistful
Of hair. I kick off my shoes in utter despair!
Two days later, I solved the mystery
And finally I can do it, the same way as he!
David Cox 19/08/22
"Had I a cave on some wild distant shore,
Where the winds howl to the waves dashing roar,
There I would weep my woes,
There seek my last repose . . ."
Robert Burns _Had I A Cave
__________________
The journey of my life has been tangled,
from a young child I have known death;
it made me a child in a quiet world,
lost in my imagination.
In an attic room I played with my dolls,
my best friends were a teddy bear;
and an all white Christmas cat called Snowball,
I liked to write stories for them.
Not sure when exactly I found my Muse,
seems he has always been with me;
and with each death I sank deeper- deeper,
into a lovely, dreamy place.
And when I am hurt I still travel there,
where in my mind I create words;
that fall on pages to create poems,
I pour out all my woes and hurts.
I thought that my introvert ways a flaw,
until it became my asset;
for in an attic a poet was born,
and in quietness I now love to dwell.
I will write 'til I cannot hold a pen.
and when too frail I will still write;
my last poems will be locked in my mind,
in death all my woes and hurts- gone.
________________________
October 25, 2021
Poetry/Verse/Soulful Words of Woe
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1400-648-25
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
I want to see what my old-dusty playhouse looks like.
It has been kept forever in the attic – it’s a 90’s childlike!
It’ll be such a delight to travel three decades backward.
But those were my years back when I kept looking forward.
I cared about nothing but dillydally games all day.
I liked to act mature because I was good at role-play!
My fellow kids did funny chores and I thought they were good.
They sliced grasses and roots; they turned into food.
The whole day was short to talk about lies with excitement.
There was pure joy in our eyes – it was such fulfillment.
I thought of that playhouse as a wistful piece of my life.
Those little memories inside will still live in my afterlife.
Contest Name: The Good Old Days Poetry Contest
Before you:
I walked around in a haze
never wanted to show my face
didn't think I'd ever find someone
to heal the damage some people had done
And then:
you came along out of nowhere
showed me how to hold my head up high
like I could fly and touch the sky
with you I liked the person I became
we had started more than just a flame
you taught me to love so effortlessly
seemed like we were meant to be
we never saw the end in sight
damn the horizons we wanted to expand that night
After you:
I thought Id moved on
and was being strong
stepping aside so you could be happy
I always wanted that for you above everything
so we'd made our choices
and went our own way
I just didn't know that one day
you had always had my heart
even though being away from you still tears it apart
and that finding someone new would never change
the love we had just turned a page
and whenever we saw each other it set the stage
for our feelings to start the show
guess I can't just let go
And now:
I try to explain to everyone how I still feel about you and why
but then I start to cry
because I can't even explain it fully to myself
the pain, guilt, and regrets I have of not letting you know long ago
my true feelings, but I swear back then I didn't know
what I was feeling inside
now it's like my life has capsized
to young to really understand so I to was running scared
and believed I didn't deserve to have you care
so I walked away
biggest mistake I've ever made
I know for sure without a doubt
I'm still in love with you
in which ZI see no way out
see to me true love is never in disguise
and it don't tell lies
so when you looked deep into my eyes
did you realize
you were in love with me to
is this when it scared you
I believe what we had was true
so is what I'm saying real for you or am I just crazy
I'm so damn tire now but
I rarely sleep in the night
hoping for the chance to once again make it right
won't ever forget you because you changed me so much
I long for your touch
can't stop thinking of you in every way
every second of every day
I can't do like years before and tuck your memory safely away
I know now that the time is due
for me to say how much
I'm still in love with you
wonder if you feel it to or am I just crazy
She was sick, but you would never know it.
She liked her nurses, they were slim and fit.
She rarely complained. Her name was Bonnie Proctor.
She enjoyed her friends, they shared the same doctor.
What is your super power? A head doctor asked her one day.
She had not thought of it until then, so what could she say?
Your super power is your strength, her mother suggested.
The nurse came by for blood, so she could get it tested.
Your super power is your smile, her grandma added.
There were three visitors that day. One came padded.
He had coloring books, markers, paints and other stuff.
He was her cousin Louie, who sometimes acted gruff.
She went to bed that evening dreaming of super powers.
Hers was flying, and she saw herself in a field of flowers.
She saw Jesus and gave him a friendly happy wave.
Keeping her super power to herself, this soldier so brave.
I reed-member the time when
we were down ; we were suspended by
the promoter in the South Side League
this guy owned both a Hockey teaam, a Roller Derby Team
and he was a Wrestling Promoter.
I got suspended and couldn't
get a job due to him owning every team or company in the area.
I gotta call from "Begging Idiouce" Beazel Grantchorea Promoter in the Provdence area.
He had The Territorial Wrestling Organization. The Territories Championship
was an equvlant of the Worlds title.
The guy who held the title
was a well built athlete, a wrestling talent he was a draw on all fronts
he could really, really out wrest most guys in pro wrestling.
People loved this guy. I got a bout with him.
I beat him in 12 minutes. The crowd went completly silent and began booing. I knew what was going on
and began a high taling manuver to get out of the areana. I snached the title and headed to the dressing room: I heard an giantic BOO!
I took my check and got into the limo and left the building.
Those hockey jerks
had lead the boo's
they were in the audience,
I vowed to get them, I needed to find a partner.
I stayed away from the arena, until I could get someone to watch out for my interest. I called: Rockstar's and Crooners trying to get one of there bodyguards to
and mangement to look out for my interest. Those Hockey Jerks had us out numbered but I knew that a musicail angle could get over here. No one beleived me I didn't mind the boo's but I'm still human you know. I got "Crooner" Hambone Notatez to be my manger! and Dizzy Dillpepper
to be my tagteam partner. "Dizzy" coould really wrestle, and could out wrest guy's better then him. He could get a win outta a lossing situation. I liked that quality. That night in the Bronx we wanted to wrestle: but the jerks wanted to brawl we, gave the croowd a great show!
Jack and Jill went up the hill
This was never in dispute
It was how Jack fell down
With severe lacerations to his crown
That the jury had to conclude
Jill had a bun in the oven
The news was all over town
The bakers' wife was aghast
Her husband and his shady past
He liked a cream tart
Though, when cautioned down the red-light district
Cream was never mentioned in the Constables statement
Back to that ill-fated day on the hill
Jill says Jack was going down, on her
He was certainly on the edge
A couple walking their dog, state the baker was on the ledge
This was later dismissed when the couple admitted they didn’t have a dog
This was light relief for the jury in this sorry affair
Mrs Black didn’t turn up to church on Sunday
The stand in vicar didn’t know this, being new
All hell broke loose as the witness swore
Jill gave birth on the floor
A black child appeared
There was uproar
The baker shouted to his wife, with a frown
Three women stood up
So he sat down
They all turned to the bench
The Judge was holding his gavel
Somewhat in despair
DNA later found traces of poor Jacks hair
The Judge was taken down, mumbling
She said she was on the pill, Jill
That was the end of this sorry tale
Though the papers ran amok
Mondays headline read
Jack and Jill went up the hill, with the folks of Trill for an orgy and thrill
But things got out of hand
The Judge saw red, and whacked Jack dead
And they all came tumbling after.