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Premium Member Laugh - Fives

Moshe, Larry, Curly,
Howls, cries, nyuks;
Three silly comic stars:
Smile, clown -- Cluck!

Chico, Harpo, Benny, Berle,
Moron grins, happy chins;
Crazy nutty comic kooks:
Funny jokes -- egads zooks!  

Alvin Ailey, dance gaily,
False teeth: Brush daily; 
Silly Sally, Dilly-dally,
Ollie, Holly, Mollie!

Belly flops, fatal plops, 
Messy slops, lemon drops;
Harry Caray, Tooth Fairy,
Music Maven -- Chuck Berry.

Pitty-patty, kitty-katty,
Ticky-tacky, Cinci-nnati
Polly-Wolly, Wooly Bully,
Diffy-daffy, Laughy Taffy!

   
       March 22, 2018
    
     Contest entry in "A little laughter five," sponsored by
     Edward McCall, closing date - March 23, 2018


Notes:  Moe Howard's (of the Three Stooges) actual first name was Moshe.
  'Nyuk, nyuk, nyuk' was a trademark line of Curly (3 Stooges.) 
   Berle is comedian: Milton Berle (aka 'Uncle Miltie').
  'Egads zooks' is an exclamation my mother and others of her
   generation used to use (frequently). 
  'Wooly Bully' was a pop song by Sam the Sham and the Pharoahs,
   released in 1965; it soared high on the Top-40 charts.


Premium Member Will Bring About a World of Change

His gift of eloquent banter and jest
got him blessed with a seat wearing a crest
of many colours on his pompous vest,
swelling his breast; our terror of unrest.

He's the rage of everyone's attention
pictorial song and dance admission.
Funny some statements never seem mention
imperfection bringing less attention.

His gift of eloquent banter splitting
the grand stage trying to build a fitting
world of elaborate change unwitting,
out with the old, in with the new knitting.

Storms approaching with rage wanting to wage, 
his statement "I will build a greater stage,
nobody builds them better than a mage.
Mark my words, it will or will disengage.

His gift of eloquent banter and love
have fallen out of trust worth thinking of;
country watch intently from up above,
in balconies chances for former Gov.

So, you heard it all before falling in
and out of trust; will he forfeit or win.

1-30-2018


Poetry Contest: Eloquent banter; You tease me so nicely - 
Sponsored by: Edward McCall
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Couplet

Premium Member A Little Laughter Five Liter Laugh Fived Break Bread

A LITTLE LAUGHTER FIVE

Betty bring venom
Curly bimbo lemon thigh

Rogue queen Jacky Denim
Vague swoon droll, droll, untie

Ninja gnome Rebar watch
Makes ramen bacon olive sushi pizza

Spoon vying maple onion grass gumbo-bauch
Jimmy heard Kathy cryin meets munch
Liter laugh fived break bread

Quick syrup cocoa  sweet drink
Betty think droll vying slide lauch dariN girls

Jacky, Kathy party broil eatin twist candy stink
Water crush years later heart dance

Eatin drink party piece gnome release
Every vague swoon droll human unite

Ninja gnome,Jimmy, Betty, Jacky, Kathy, Rebar watch
Liter laugh fived break bread

2/19/18    2018©

FOR CONTEST:       A LITTLE LAUGHER FIVE
SPONSORED BY:    Edward McCall

Premium Member A Bit of Lofty Chit Chat

Greetings from Canada dear readers !  Let me cajole you with a wee bit of fun
and ardent banter.  Well, obviously I am Canadian and we are very polite and
charming people, we are sorry when we are guilty of nothing.  We say please
and thank you and your welcome often.  It is drilled into us from childhood.
You bump into us and lickety-split we will say sorry! It can all get quite absurd.
Talking about absurd there is a real rigmarole going on with a groundhog, a
rodent who predicts if we will get a long winter or a short winter.  What kind of
nincompoop believes in this gobbledygook. The story goes that if the rodent,
excuse me, I mean groundhog sees his shadow we have six more weeks of 
winter.  Now, being a fairly intelligent girl, I say in a forceful voice, balderdash!
I could have predicted six more weeks of winter. Without getting cantankerous,
it is bloody freezing outside!  Apparently this pampered, Willie rodent saw his
big fat shadow and it was declared. What a brouhaha that caused.  Why did they
not just ask me ? Oh, we may get a little melt, to tease us but the snow and
cold will stick around to torment us, the wind will blow and the snow will fall.

the bare branches wish
     for soft emerald green gowns-
                             snowflakes swirl and twirl

_______________________
February 4, 2018


Poetry/Haibun/A Bit Of Lofty Chit Chat
Copyright Protected, ID 18-9895-87
All Rights Reserved.  Written Under Pseudonym.


Written for the contest, Eloquent Banter;  You tease me so nicely
sponsor, Edward McCall

Honorable Mention
fun
Form: Haibun

Premium Member Ole' What Cha Mccall

Way back, September, sixty-three
                                   Dad took us to Yosemite 
                                    It wasn't really very far
                               To drive there in our family car
                          
                              To my blessed, and great surprise
                                 right before our very eyes
                              A car rolled slowly round the bend
                             A famous guy, and my dad's friend!
                             I'd heard his name on the T.V. set
                                I heard it, you did too I'll bet!
                                    If you lived back in '63
                              Maybe you met him, just like me
                              I'll never forget that glorious fall
                                      When my dad cried 
                               "There's Ole' What Cha McCall!"
                          Well, if that was not  enough delight
                         I told my friend from school that night
                                 Excitedly I explained to her
                      Just where we saw him, and where we were
                     She cried out "Oh we were there too! We saw
                          Ole What Cha McCall!!! We did too!!!"
                               Nearly sixty years have passed
                                This finally came to me at last
                            Ole' What Cha McCall, at Yosemite
                                        mighta' been her dad...…….
                                          AND the dad of me....
                                    Though Ole' What Cha McCall 
                                                   not 
                                         the same guy be!
Form: Rhyme


From My Heart To Your Heart

Writing poetry can be therapeutic 
It's fun
It's caring 
It's inspirational 
It's emotional
And when one writes from the heart
It spills effortlessly onto the page 
Hoping to inspire and steal the hearts of poetry lovers

Because when poetry comes from the heart
It reaches the crescendo of its beauty
Sharing delicate rhymes with splendid
eloquence
Proving to all
That true beauty resides within the heart
The poet exhumes the deepest
of fantasies, love and adoration
Enticing the reader to taste the deliciousness of each word

It's a joy to write something that can put a smile in a poetry lover's heart
From my heart to your heart

Collaboration with Edward McCall 
           9-6-17
         

Taking a little time out... God bless soup friends and thank you all for your support and kindness, I am forever grateful! Smile :)

Premium Member Love Like a Red Red Rose

She blushed as the rose, taken from her ebony hair,
moved gracefully, slowly, sensually sliding,
brushing her eyelids, cheeks, and ruby lips,

tickled her neck, teased her décolletage, further
pinching her countenance with ruddy heat.

He spoke in whispers as the petals slid off
her shoulders, in the way he said “Oh Caroline”

like an ardent hymn, whilst the sun smiled
from his blazing eyes.  The swing on the porch
gently swaying in the magnolia-scented breeze.

His fingers brushed her palms and rested upon
her lifeblood pulse, and he teased her with
gentility, spoke like the wind through her tresses,

“Oh, Car-o-line”

Even her name spoken slowly, precisely. He whispered
pleasures of the lips and tongue, of her breasts, hips
and waist.  After his tenacious bantering, his knees

quivering, hit the floor, and like a prayer, once more

“Caroline, marry me, sweet Caroline”

and the excitement of diamonds
would ensure travel of soft curves
and ecstasy of dips and valleys.

She lifted her willowy lashes, deliberately
making his heart race, whispering his name,
whilst the second hand sipped lemonade,

and just as eloquent with her answer, pursed
her full lips and said, “be mine, my love”

2/5/2018
Eloquent Banner/Contest by Edward McCall
Form: Verse

Goodbye Garner

He starred in 'Move Over Darling', 'Grand Prix' and other flicks.
He was James Garner and sadly, he died at the age of eighty-six.
He starred as Wyatt Earp in 'Hour Of The Gun'.
Six years later he starred in 'One Little Indian'.
He starred in a cameo in 'Alias Jesse James'.
Many years later he starred in 'Skin Game'.
In 1960, he starred with Natalie Wood in 'Cash McCall'.
Three years later he starred as Doctor Boyer in 'The Thrill Of It All'.
He worked with Clint Eastwood, Paul Newman and Dennis Weaver and that was 
cool.
This talented man also starred in television shows, one of which was '8 Simple 
Rules'.
He had charm that his fans couldn't resist.
Now Garner is dead and he will be missed.

[Dedicated to James Garner (1928-2014) ho died on July 19, 2014.]
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member More Epitaphs Observed At Evergreen Cemetery

Cecil the Magician knew a heap of tricks,
But, alas, couldn't get himself out of this fix!

Carl was laid to rest for his eternal snooze,
Brought about by guzzling too much booze!

Pete was a rock-hard liberal Democrat.
Lord, be merciful and forgive him for that!

'Twas well-known that Cletus was such a crooked politician,
That he had to be screwed in the ground by the mortician!

Buster was shot while fencing his plunder.
Now he lies a-moldering six feet under!

Clarice was an avid tea party conservative Republican.
Democrats need her vote - Lord, convert her if you can!

Fred met his doom when his plane malfunctioned.
To make matters worse his parachute disfunctioned!

Here reposes the mortal shell of Marty McCall,
Who met his doom in a barroom brawl!

Bob sank without a trace and things looked grim.
He tried to tell them that he couldn't swim!

At last he found peace when he suddenly died,
But now his shrewish wife dwells by his side!

The doc warned him about all that cholesterol.
Too much meat and taters brought about his fall!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2015 All Rights Reserved
Form: Couplet

Premium Member - Adora, Great Woman -

Adora sixty, happy brave alive
                                 Taste gypsy glory
                                         Enjoy ...

                            Queen sound fault sweet
                           Chaos, silly mango rhyme
                                         Yodel ...

                                 Merry aging bloom
                              Found pearl petal bliss
                                          Viola ...

                             Swing venus dance salsa
                           Smile ... angry lemon image
                                        Humor ... 

                        Photo, great woman - jolly funny
                           Still proud never trick crime
                                         Charm ...














23/02. 2018
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Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Contest, sponsored by: Edward McCall 
Honorable Mention

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