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ASSUMPTION, PRESUMPTION , GUMPTION
I don’t enjoy been on a plane,
I find it scary and a tad mundane,
But last time I flew,
I sat next to a lady I slightly knew,
I was bored and wanted to play a silly game!
It was the same lady who lived across the street,
Her sandals were shoddy and she had ugly feet,
Her face looked bloated, red and big,
And every day she wore a new wig,
I thought she was also perhaps an adulteress,
A cheat!
I noticed that she ordered a stiff brandy,
She’s having an affair, she’s used to being randy,
Truly how could this lady attract a husband
And lover,
She was clearly quite plain,
What did either of them have to gain,
Even her hair was mousy brown and sandy!
We started chatting about this and that,
And told me she was on diet for she felt fat,
I’m no professor but have two degrees,
So noticed she spoke with intellectual ease,
I felt bad at what I thought earlier,
My thoughts had to somehow retract!
She was CEO of a well know airline,
But sadly had cancer of the spine,
Which she was hoping to beat
The cancer had also spread to her feet,
She could only wear sandals, I knew then
I was out of line!
I wanted to make her feel good,
My thoughts weren’t nice, that is plainly understood,
I invited her to join us on our luxury liner,
For as long as she liked, she was also a deep
Sea diver,
We became best of friends, and pleased her,
As only a friend could.
It turned out that the man I saw going
In and out of her house,
Was her brother, so she didn’t cheat.
On her spouse,
In fact they were about to repeat their vows,
Underneath the boughs,
Of an old oak tree and a river on which
They had a boathouse.
Elsie got better, thank God,
Both she and I thanked Him, He was
Our rod,
I was really lucky to have found
Such a genuine friend high up, off the ground,
We both lived by the sea, had a picnic,
And watched the whales, a huge pod!
I have now learnt not to make any
Hasty assumption,
But to have gumption,
For I was horribly wrong,
I had come a long
Way, since that day on the plane, not to
Make any hurried presumption!
A shimmering siren hovers sixteen feet below the ocean’s surface
Her Macral fins glide effortlessly, as she slows down her activity
The ocean liner is but two hundred knots ahead; she feels humbled.
Cheriche recognizes it by its whistle; her sailor is aboard this ship!
Her glittering iridescent scales flash in bursts of silver, aqua and teal.
Like a cashmere mist, she would be noticed and revered, except….
Her spiritual orbs protect her from being seen by commoners.
Cheriche sees a flash of purple; it is Sashay, her most unique orb.
“He is here!” It is the cry of the romantic, and it inspires the mermaid.
Cheriche wants to lift herself to the surface, but she dares not.
The ocean liner is cutting through waves, directly over her head.
There is a splash. “Your sailor!” Her faerie godmother says. “Go get him!”
He plunges past her, and keeps going, down enormous depths.
Can she save this one? She kicks her dorsal fins double time.
Determined to try…..
[Title changed from ‘Double Talk’ as I’ve
used that title before]
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This was the place that he’d chosen to go
They do a great starter of avocado
Everyone ordered the same starter there
And he'd always wink and say what a nice pear
His girl said this could be a very nice date
But please don’t be smutty or I’ll get irate
The cafe was German, renowned for its wurst
Each lady he liked he would take her there first
Which allowed him to use a one liner or two
Like I’m gonna get a hot sausage for you
Again his date felt that she must speak her mind
Speak dirty again and I’ll leave you behind
As for desert, there was one choice to make
She didn’t want ice cream so she ordered cake
His choice of words might have upset his mother
When he said I’d like a bit of the other
His date said what is it you don’t understand
Your double entendres are way out of hand
Tell me she said, do you like horses
He said I've been on a few riding courses
Nowadays I stick to my trusty land-rover
As I always struggled to get my leg over
That’s it, she bellowed, your mind is too shady
I only want you to treat me like a lady
He said I get nervous, don’t know what to say
She said lose the smut and you're doing okay
Talk about family... or friends if you’d rather
Okay he said... how’s your father
Evolution Prevails
Time sculpting and altering shapes foresee intangible celestial disorder
Visualizing imperfections scrambled and mangled influenced by gravity
The impetus to thrive derailed by power causing an impending disaster
Exacting unbearable efforts urging mortals to abate unyielding tenacity
Sensing doom dwellers navigate toward Eden evading a flood of sorrow
Utopia blinding obstinate beliefs abandoning truth for rituals redundant
Evolution prevails igniting invisible currents in space to incessantly flow
In perpetuity human existence is inarguably infinitesimal and irrelevant
Penned: 09/2016
Aboard cruise liner:
Vision Of The Seas
Cruising in Europe
She is known as Honorable Queen Mother Nanny. The lady was so sweet as sugar candy.
Enhancing the fight, smiling with much delight, knowing her cause was right.
She was the awesomely true Westward Maroon liberation queen in the highest esteem.
Hailing from Ghana's Gold Coast as an Ashanti or Akan—"A free woman!"
His Excellency the Right Honorable Marcus Mosiah Garvey Jr. "Visionary Diasporan."
Founder, Universal ***** Improvement Association and African Communities League.
Created the Black Star Liner, forging the link between African and North America
Desiring to take his people back to their ancestral African roots, starting with Liberia.
The heroic grandfather, The Honorable Paul Bogle, says, "No taxation without representation!"
National Jamaican hero, Stony Gut Baptist Church deacon, and Morant Bay "Victor!"
Usually referred to as a "Shaka Zulu Pickney," an ancestral famed freedom fighter.
Proverbial singer Bob Marley uplifts his grace in the song "So Much Things to Say."
Faces printed on currency show the value of national and cultural pride—"None to hide!"
Standing on many shoulders, such strengthening standard-bearers, faithfully abiding!
Alfred was a man of magic; world-renowned was he.
Wealth and joy were his. Of sorrowing he could not conceive
until that day his one beloved, sweet May, died tragically.
No pretty scarves or flowers does he now pull from his sleeve.
Vanished is his smile. Woebegone without his wife, he can only grieve.
Written Oct. 26, 2016 for The Least Viewed Poetry Contest of Marugu MO
as troubles keep appearing like rabbits out of his hat. . . his smile vanishes
Written Oct. 11, 2016 For the Sad One Liner Contest of Silent One
I am using this monoku because it had the least views of all my poems that are more than a week old. Some of my current poems have fewer views, but that is because they have not been posted up too long. That is why I am using this one.
AS THE CHOSEN WANDERS
MORTALS ALLEGE OWNERSHIP OF PURE KNOWLEDGE
TO DECODE AND ANSWER EVERY UNIVERSAL RIDDLE
LIVING WITHIN HEARTS AND MINDS IS PRIMAL RAGE
BLACK AS NIGHT WITH THE DEEPEST SHADE OF EVIL
BIOLOGICAL ENTITY EMBRACING PLANETARY MOTION
EVOLVE NOT BY MANIPULATIONS OF PRIME NUMBERS
CONSCIOUSNESS IS A RARE TRANSCENDENT POTION
FIRE AND ICE WILL NEVER EXTINGUISH LIKE EMBERS
THE MAGIC OF LOVE TELLS A TALE OF ENCHANTMENT
WHILE A QUINTESSENTIAL SPIRIT ALWAYS WONDERS
INCESSANTLY REACHING TO UNFURL THE FIRMAMENT
AT THE EDGE OF INFINITY AS THE CHOSEN WANDERS
Written about 12 years ago
aboard a massive cruise liner
In New York, someone gets stabbed every 52 seconds
Poor bastard... must have bled quite a lot
Guess what animal can jump higher than a house
All animals, houses can't jump, you forgot?
How Long is a Chinese name, yes it is, bet you're giggling
You see... oh never mind, on to the next wan
Always speak well of your enemies, after all, you made em
Now isn't that the truth, makes you wanna yawn
What happens when you throw a green rock in the red sea
Seriously, you don't know... duh, it gets wet
Thou shalt not commit adultery unless in the mood
Or you'll be as despondent as you can get
“Laughing stock”... translated, cattle with a sense of humour
Before eating that yummy steak, check out the grin
The sex was so good, even the neighbours had a cigarette
Bloody good sex, must've made their heads spin
Aren't you aware, you're depriving a village of it's idiot
Now that was quite selfish, apologize right now
What does an old woman have between her breasts
That a young woman doesn't... a navel! WOW!
How to make your girlfriend scream while having sex
Call her and tell her, works every time
You obviously can tell when you're really getting old
Wet farts and dry dreams, all's in rhyme
Adam said to Eve... stand back for safety reasons
No telling how big this thing's gonna get
Two fat guys in a pub, one says to t'other "Your round!"
T'other says "You're certainly keeping step”
How can you tell if a woman is wearing pantyhose?
When she farts, her ankles swell up big
Man proudly says to a friend, “My wife's an angel”
Friend says, “Mine's still alive... frig!”
Bob Hope,
at birth Leslie Towns, died at one hundred and his life was an interlope;
admired for his comedic timing, facial expressions, and a great one liner,
the "road" movies with his pal Bing- for comedy there are none finer !
Bing Crosby
at birth Harry Lillis, this man so funny and never ever sang off key,
he did so many things before he died at seventy-two, some with Bob his friend
accomplished much and it is said he was the most admired man to his very end
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September 29, 2021
Poetry/Clerihew/Bob and Bing
Copyright Protected, ID 09-1391-891-29
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Clerihew 2
sponsor, Joseph May, Judged 10/29/2021
First Place
She loved the evenings lying in the grass next to her dad…looking up…enjoying the view
He would teach her all about the stars…everything he knew.
He’d point up to Polaris, the North Star and tell her it was so bright
navigators for years would use it as their guiding light.
“When boats navigated by the stars,” he’d say,
“from the smallest boat to the largest ocean liner…
they would find the north star on the handle of the little dipper…also known as Ursa Minor.”
He’d point to Sirius, the Dog Star, saying, “it’s the brightest in the night sky.
I know why it’s the brightest…do you.”
She’d smile repeating what he taught her, “Because it’s not one star…but two.”
He would teach her about all the constellations…the planets…
his favorite was the red one…Mars.
He always said, “when it came to teaching about the night sky…
“We’ll run out of time before we run out of stars.”
“Would you like to touch the stars?” He asked one day. She sat up, “I’d love to.”
“On the next clear night when the ocean is calm…that’s just what we will do.”
“Try not to make too many waves.” He said after they waded into the ocean one night.
She was still unsure why…
The stars are still so far away.” She said, “Still high up in the sky.”
“Your looking in the wrong direction.” He told her…noticing her frown.
“If you want to touch the stars…don’t look up…look down.”
There at her fingertips floating…was the North Star, Sirius, and Mars.
They spent hours and many an evening…in the ocean…touching stars.
As he had predicted earlier (you read it in this rhyme)
they did not run out of stars…but they did run out of time.
Not before however, he taught her to look up at night and enjoy the view….
not before he taught her…everything he knew.
Which she is teaching to her children…who can’t wait to touch Grandpa’s favorite…Mars
when they wade into the ocean together…into the ocean..to touch the stars.