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They say I’m good for nothing
and I do it really well.
I like walking down a sunny beach
looking for shells to sell.
Margarita in my hand
Buffett playing in my head.
I would have been here sooner
but couldn’t get out of bed.
Yesterday was like today,
sunny and really bright and before I knew it….
it was the middle of the night.
I was with someone wonderful,
at least that’s how it felt.
Woke up in the afternoon
never knowing where she went.
My pockets all were empty,
my mind was almost spent.
Guess it’s time to hit the beach again
and look for those perfect shells,
since I’m good for nothing else
but I do that really well.
WHEN THE FROG GROWS HAIRS
To her, my sister Santa Pe
Slim and pretty
Our mother wanted to marry
As soon as possible
But she didn't want to do.
Forced, she met a boy
That he loved her
But she didn't even want
Nor in photography.
As he invited her to Cinema España
To see the movie Salon Kitty
A luxurious Berlin brothel
That the Nazis used as a cover
Of espionage and sexual misdeeds
In which Helmut Berger works
That she loves and adores
She accepted the invitation.
At midnight they went to the cinema
And the very naughty
As soon as they sit in the seats
Lights out
Starting the movie
The rogue was going to the chestnut
His sword out and outstretched
With the intention of penetrating
Or that she rubbed it.
-Stop right there, stay still, wimpy
Santa Pe told him.
I know what you want
I know where you're going
I know what you've come for
Do you want to charge the entrance
Sticking your sword up my thighs.
Go dig chives
Or to your mother, fool.
I will give you my love
When the frog grows hair.
He put the sword in his fly
Grumpy, sad and heartbroken
Left the cinema
ting on the mother
That Santa Pe gave birth.
She was happy, very happy
Watching how Helmut Berger
ed good girls
And, once ed
He offered them to German officers.
She also saw how
Some dwarfs with swastikas on their es
ed Jewish prisoners
Trying to make them
Prostitute agents.
Her mother was on the balcony
She was on the balcony
To see if her daughter came.
When she saw her approach the balcony
Her mother asked:
- How about daughter?
How did it go?
She happily replied:
-Mother, he is the third one that I send for a walk.
Nobody is telling me:
"Open your clam, Margarita
That I want to charge the entrance”.
With my clam, mother
I don't intend to earn a living.
My muse rejoices in claiming that she's 'double-faced,
meaning she's comfy wearing leather or fancy Alencon lace.
Rebellious, she urges me to write lines of a violent battle
then she'll steal my pen to scribble some flowery prattle.
She floats through my mind's gate to dance in my garden
and returns several days later, begging for my pardon.
She makes me laugh when she suggests a frivolous word
and clucks her tongue at me when I tell her it's absurd!
I dare not trade her in for a muse who's much less inclined
to be synchronized with my bipartisan frame of mind.
I never know which personality my muse will display.
If you're asking if I have another one ~ I must say, "Nay!"
March 21, 2021
Reveal Your Other Muse
Sponsored by: Margarita Lillico
*Artwork by Peter Nixon c/o Pinterest
Two men struck up in different hole
Getting out of that place was their goal
One, smiling, dug up stairs
Other sat, full of tears
Our destiny is in our control
A frog was struck up in a birds beak
Never thought all is lost, i am weak
Birds neck, it tried to strangulate
It's presence of mind, indeed great
Bird opened its mouth with a loud shriek
Never give up, never sit and cry
Use your wit, to find solution try
Be persistent, never quit
Those who keep trying find it
You should be a fighter when you die
Syllable count checked at PS syllables counter
22.04.2021
For Quitters Never Win, Margarita Lillico
So I joined the " social committee"
because they said it would be lots of fun.
But after barely an hour
all I wanted to do was run.
I suggested Friday night poker.
they said "we'll play bingo" instead.
I said "how about group bungy jumping".
They said I was sick in the head.
So I started to yawn and to fidget,
my patience had run out the door.
I held up my hand to ask about wine.
They said I no longer had the floor.
Apparently I am not social.
There are bartenders who would disagree.
I haven't given up on my ideas.
I'll win them over, you'll see.
Margarita Mondays will soon be here,
Tequila Tuesdays as well,
'cause if the committee doesn't like my ideas
they can all go straight to hell.
P-lenipotentiary plumes of idyllic and quixotic art,
H-e, In Land of Cockaigne, enchants a fairy’s heart.
A-nd a gift, Glimpses of my village with “rosy dawns,”
N-ay to hear “rooster calls,” “ruby skies,” to fawn.
T-o a Flamingo, pink gentilities and regal, I revere
A- lovely poet, full of grandeur — gentleman in the mirror.
S-imulacrum, frowning face of frippery - no doubt
M-ere pastiche, Vijay will not embrace; calls it out.
A- Summer Rain, he will turn into a rowdy dance,
G-lee of a family gathered, pets hide from nature’s lance.
O-h how I miss you mourns through peace and quiet,
R-aring to hear dogspeak in a dream; be not disquiet.
I-n a Winter storm, he touches my heart with a haiku...
A-nd after all, Vijay outshines many, a man of many hues.
1/5/2021
Contest: Capture The Essence
Sponsor: Margarita Lillico
Vijay’s poetry titles:
1.Phantasmagoria
2.Glimpses of my village
rosy dawns, rooster calls, ruby skies
3. To a flamingo:
pink gentilities, regal
4. Simulacrum:
frowning face of frippery, pastiche
5. Summer Rain:
rowdy dance, indirect reference to family & pets
6. Oh how I miss you
7. In a Winter Storm
*VIDEO of San Francisco by Scott McKenzie, Cheers to Tony Bennett.
City of Hearts and Home by the Bay
Day star's mist yields to its grip of a bridge,
Span steel strands, harp-like, golden tags a smidge,
Light drapes the streetcars, up and down the hills,
Chimes, mass speeches, music, and painted stills,
Juggling pantomimes, street fair atmosphere,
Haight and Ashbury crossing yesteryear,
Fisherman's Wharf nearby Pier 39,
Seafood platters and fine dining with wine,
Downtown Union Square, lunching alfresco,
Market Street, Tiffany's, a Broadway show,
San Franciscans, whenever we're in Rome,
Ideal for some, but we call this home.
2022 December 31
*2nd Place*
Take Me There
~~Margarita Lillico: Judged 2023 January 21
*RZ & HMS.
Many people are suffering just because they don’t know where you have been; many people are suffering; they are walking around with their hand on their chin.
It was just the other day their company was up and going, they made the executive branch salary too high and after six months the profit fell through the sky.
A hundred thousand people got axed and the managing director gets sacked, his bonus payment was too high and it sends the company flying in the sky. He was in and out of the office having lobster and margarita for lunch, roast beef, barbecue and chicken nuggets for dinner with a host of people sitting at his table waiting for dinner.
Many people are suffering because they have no health insurance, car insurance, life insurance or a steady income. Their lives depend on favor and they are badly in need of an urgent make over.
You are all running around shouting about the dollar and the crown, can’t you see that the people are suffering and the government is singing a different hymn? The tone is too high and the rhythm is off beat and it will send everyone running around in the street .To lose control over the things you once owned is enough to send you chasing the bull out of the town.
Many people are suffering because you don’t’ have a plan on how to distribute the wealth all over the land, the gap between the rich and the poor is too broad and you have to stop the killer that is at large, the little hole will sink the ship and the big holes will plunge you into the precepit.
You must raise the pay scale for the educated man and those without schooling must get paid based on their ability and skills. You have got to raise the bar and cut out the retirement age, it must not be used as a criterion and requirement to go to heaven. Show me a solid action plan that can put food on the table, pay my bills and give me a decent savings.
The writers and actors guild are on strike and they cannot roll the dice, many celebrities are broke and they have no sugar to wet their throat. You have got to find a temporary solution before you find a permanent one, Jesus uses five fish and five loaves of bread to feed the multitude on the mountain, meet with the union and create a recipe for a new deal one that is acceptable and is strong as steel.
A student wrote an essay for my class,
explaining how he felt about the school.
“The rules are dumb,” was followed by one point:
“Y’all tell us how to dress. That’s SO un-cool!”
The next word made me seethe: “et cetera”!*
The kid moved on to accusation 2:
“For lotsa reasons, I get really bored.
Like, classes are so long I wanna sue!”
He thought that one example should suffice.
“Et cetera,” he scrawled, and forged ahead
to his next grievance. Here comes insult 3:
“SOME of the meals are yucky.” Then he said,
“Et cetera”! and slung down number 4:
“Your class needs LOTS of changes. Homework stinks!”
Then, feeling he had made his point quite clear,
he said “et cetera.” Here’s what he thinks
about class schedules. I present point 5:
“Like, man, SO many changes should be made.
We need more time to get from class to class.”
“Et cetera” continued to abrade
my nerves. His closing paragraph, I SWEAR,
declared, “Like I explained above, y’all need
to change some stuff, et cetera. The END”!
Thank God, “et cetera” can’t make eyes bleed.
The rewrite I required would give support,
specific reasons, three per point. “Complain
if you so choose," I said, “but if you use
"'et cetera' one time, I’ll go insane!"
*Note: The student used the abbreviation "etc.," of course!
January 8, 2022
entered in the Latin Lessons Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Margarita Lillico
SNOWMAN’S LAMENT
(Written in reply to Margarita Lilico's poem, "My Icy Friend")
Each winter, lying flat and soft upon the ground,
I waited patiently for you to come around.
And, year after year, you would be there
To recreate me with your usual flair
Layer-by layer, your gentle hands would mould me.
I yearned to feel your loving arms enfold me.
Every year, enthusiasm unabated,
You would make me more sophisticated
A carrot nose, blue button eyes,
And round my neck, one of your father’s ties.
And as you fashioned my every part,
Did you know you had melted my heart?
Then, when winter ended, as all winters do,
Alas, the rest of me melted too.
MY ICY FRIEND
By Margarita Lilico
I always built a snowman - since childhood,
Each time I longed to keep it - as if I could.
Adding snow layers, I felt at the year-end
Warm and affectionate towards my icy friend.
I grew up and modernized my snow design,
My friend got more attractive, but never mine.
Though unrequited my erstwhile winter bond,
I recreate every time despite the cold.
My dear snowman, memento to remember –
The solace of my soul in dark December.
11th April 2023
Find Your PS Muse poetry contest
Sponsor - Margarita Lilico