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HOLLYWOOD SQUARES
most wouldn’t find names interesting, but I would
draw squares representing student desks.
i loved looking at the baby book of names,
my mother bought, in my thirteenth year.
so i’d put a name to each of these squares,
Hollywood would give their squares faces
as would the children’s game Guess Who.
Names were simple back in my day.
Mary and Joseph, Nadine and Peter...
Of course Hollywood had fun with names.
One word - Cher, Chevy Chase, Goldie Hawn.
Today names are manipulated. They sound
the same with just a tweak of letters.
Like Kym, Davyd, and Naatlee.
And Poetry Soup, you are much
like that stew of names — our own game
of Hollywood Squares.
With questions, truth and lies, a variety of categories.
We have our Phyllis Dillers, Paul Lyndes and even Vincent Prices.
I swim in the sea of names, enjoy our friendship, our love
for poetry. Like pen pals from around the world — we write.
5/25/2018
*Hollywood Squares - American Game Show
*Guess Who - American Board Game for kids
I’m dining at a small café
alone—that’s nothing new--
when suddenly THEY sashay by
and blind me with the view!
Just look at that huge shiny sight,
a devastating thing!
Nothing could have readied me
for seeing her fine ring.
While looking at my own left hand,
I think of when I wore
a diamond solitaire much like
the one she now adores.
What hurts the most is knowing that
the man engaged to me
six months ago is the same one
that, through my tears, I see
embracing her. I hear him say,
“We’ll never be apart.”
He gave to her one precious stone,
a bullet to my heart.
Then, rubbing salt into my wound,
as she walked by, she said,
“Oh, have you seen my ring, Nadine?”
She smirked as my heart bled.
entered in Line Gauthier's Another 2017 Stunner Contest, April 2018
placed 2nd
July 20, 2018, entered in Kai Michael Newmann's A Moment in Time Contest
June 15, 2020, entered in Anthony Biaanco's Crushed Poetry Contest
September 21, 2020
entered in Brian Strand's Completely Your Choice (14) Poetry Contest
February 24, 2021
entered in the Salt Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco
Goodbye Nadine
Over the last two days I have been thinking about all the times we shared
together.
I don’t know why I am feeling sad and melancholy about this.
I guess I am human after all, and your friendship meant more to me than I
thought.
Although you won’t receive this letter until well after I write it, I didn’t want to hamper your new adventure with my plight.
I am thankful for our friendship. Over almost twenty years we did many things I now consider very fond memories.
The secondhand store adventures will always be special to me, as well as the time we walked through the Christmas Shop up in Fond du Lac.
Our walk along Lake Michigan was nice as well. I mean there are so many
memories.
All the movies we watched. All the talks we had. The ups and downs. I want to thank you for being part of it all.
Thank you for introducing me to Woodman’s.
I remember being your landlord. I remember seeing The Passion of The Christ
with you. Jenny M. was crying and left the theater, and you asked why
didn’t anyone stop what was happening?
I will remember the snow suit you always wore the year we met.
I remember all the different churches we attended.
So, as I close, I wish you well (as I said on the phone) and know that it all meant something to me. I hope you will always keep the Lord in your sight no
matter what you do.
Purposefully and Ambiguously Yours
The Zebra Mussel Invasion (The Story Of The Three Hump Clam)
God’s opalescence-
Mississippi riverbed
Suffocating sleep
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Dedicated to Nadine and Burl, of “River City Pearls” in Alma
Wisconsin, fighting heroically to save the many species of
Mississippi river clams, bordering on extinction, from the
Choking Zebra Mussel invasion, your effort is honorable.
.
For you history buffs, Nadine was a pioneer in the Chinese
“mother of pearl” button-trade industry over 50 yrs. ago,
(now vanished) originating from this area of the Mississippi near
Alma called “Lake Pepin” a vast expanse of the river with
Minnesota on one side, and Wisconsin on the other, her River
Pearl Jewelry and Oil Paintings are internationally acclaimed.
There’s a monster menagerie inside my mind
these beasts are not cute, cuddly, or kind
they enjoy torturing my thoughts at night and all day
I’ll introduce you and tell you how each one behaves
First we have the notorious, "Nadine- NooneLikesYou”,
Then “Walter- You’reWorthless” is in my mind too
Here is “Rita Repeater” who never lets me forget
“Lala” likes words like Limacine, Lugubrious illiterate.
Meet “Tutoo”, who says “too fat, too old, too dumb to think
and "Christopher Critic" who says this poem stinks
If you know my monsters, I really feel for you...
This makes them seem funny but we know that’s not true.
A busy Friday afternoon
Exploding plane, but not an exploding cigar, as days of fun have long since gone.
The Byzantine Empire never left Russia, either that or they were incapable of keeping secrets, and sober leaders
like Putin, appear to be a rarity.
Trump the chomp, has had his mug- shot taken he didn't look pleased, and we agree, it is not the done thing to treat a president this way piling on humiliations like it was confetti, but I think Trump should avoid flying until
We win the election again, the American voters are mad enough to let this happen.
Britain has got the Italian illness, changing prime minsters every so often and scandals are for all to see
A female MP, they try to fire and that ain't easy for the lady is no other than Nadine Dorries, who is very famous if not in the House of Commons, she stays away but get to keep the pay.
A man, a famous talk host, has died, his son tells us his father was suffering from “impostor syndrome, I know I have waited eighty years for the tap on my shoulder and someone telling me to go, return to the slum I came from, I think, a hazard worth paying for a better life like your own bedroom and to sit on a loo no other bums have sat on before.
Lunch this Friday was a long affair, the cafe was full and we waited a long time, I didn't mind, and observed
the Brazilian woman who is ten years older than her husband scolding her eighteen-year-old son, I hoped she didn't speak to her husband in this manner, he might think of his mother, which cannot be good for the sex life.
Bessie M. Good
1890-1913
By the time I was 21 years along,
I had given birth to two girls,
Nadine and Ruth, my precious babies.
Both had eyes of tea green,
With perfect fragrant cheeks,
Softly redolent of sweet-smelling spice-
That special baby smell- Heaven’s spice,
And both were loved completely,
By a strong soulful love,
Immensely deep and earth-real;
Only women who have dutifully dropped
Their blessed ten pound bundle,
Upon this love-lonely, cursed world,
Can attest to this compelling love,
This gripping, primordial bonding,
This indescribable link to the hand of God!
And so, it is to God I ask this question-
Why?
Why did you take Nadine from me?
My sweet baby! Why?
I cried shrieking in hysterical circles;
My husband Henry sat motionless
And staring downward, inert.
For many days and weeks we mourned,
Never really getting over it;
How does one recover from the death of a child?
How?
Then God answered our prayers with sweet Ruth!
Adorable, innocent beautiful Ruth!
For two wonderful years we were together,
Then, unexpectedly, Death took my sweet Ruth…
Why God?
Why did you take Ruth from me?
My sweet baby! Why?
I cried shrieking in hysterical circles!
Here in my dusty forgotten grave,
At shady Mt Olive Cemetery,
The deep pain of such heartbreaking episodes,
Which killed me slowly by age 23,
Has long ebbed away from me.
And now, no one remembers or cares, about
What happened to me and my girls,
Many shaded years ago.
And finally my epitaph:
Life has always had its tragedies,
At least that’s what all my teachers said.
My advice? Get right with God.
Rush,a big rush
Corner to corner why this rush?
Here and there Corona virus
World’s where the most rush
Sea of heads like fire bush
Noses put on bad shape hush,hush
Made in China
A new brand,Corona virus
Life guaranteed
But not user friendly
Quick to attract,quick to attack
You made this Globe into a size of a ball
Why do you say no when it’s in roll?
Virus,
To see no scope yes,I hope
In size a dot? no a dot of a dot of a dot!
Catching souls ever ready
Everybody not in steady
Sorry, still no remedy
Oh,Madam,Nadine Dorries,you too?
Who and who next in list?
WHO, what for you still awaits?
It ate UNO the peace
You WHO now the ease
Go,
Go,please!
Every stethoscope
Touches hearts
But not the witch stopping beats
These stethoscopes flying in half mast
In the shape of a question mark
Unable to go beyond their set marks
At school you learned health is wealth
How it’s true when wealth is dying for want of health?
In a cart bull what comes first
For God it’s cure sick next!
Whole World here,come quick
Pick up those stethoscopes you kicked
Bring them all to God’s foot!
Know,that God survives
When there are no lives
Whole World please come to work with God
Believe me he is good of all very good!
she ordered French Onion soup
with garlic bread
a sadal with a thousand island dressing
with garlic bread (instead of croutons)
french fries
and The Duck and Pork with Truffle oil
(with a Pionot Noir from Burgundy)
and a decatant Chocolate Croussaint
with a Orange wine (Monje) with
coffee
Both she and he smoked
a Arturo Fuento
They spoke of each sound being
intended for another purpose
meaning even the errored parts might
make the recording
when the song is mixed down t final track
might the absences of mind
(due to the excitement
of great food) After the first two songs we stopped
and di some excercise
for 20 minutes
before
he came back in with some
cookies and eggnog.
Just a little bit she said
not wanting to
eat to much. All this "Ole Timey stuff.
I thought you like me. "The Ring Exchange is strange
Misiter what is your intent.
I have another one of those cigars now.
I kinda like the flavor and scent!" Rum in the eggnog: Grip
acting cheap sniffin the Lilies I see,
Pour more in the cup My Mister
bump up the nog I give you consent!"
When I say Yuletime instead of yuletide you'll
know when I'm drunk!"
Diva Dame Misstress
the Grand Diva of
them all !
Look Nigel, Boris and Dave are all climbing out of the cave
No longer keen to be an MP - they’d rather freak-out at a rave!
The Commons have driven them sickly
So they’re clearing their desks rather quickly
With no thought for Rishi,
Their hasty escape looks quite fishy.
Well, why would they sit on a bench, in a House with an unpleasant stench?
They recall when an MP had status, but are hardly believed when they hate us. (Nadine, Nadine, Nadine, Nadine, please don’t join them just because you can)
The good people of Uxbridge or Frome
Seem contented if these chaps stay home -
They might be tired of dull conference speeches
And prefer to spend time on the beaches;
Remote from those eager young aides, they’ll draw lines in the sand with their spades;
When life gets remarkably tough, their choice looks straightforward enough.
As member for Selby in Yorks, Nigel Adams was wont to give talks,
For a gentleman focused on fracking his awareness was possibly lacking.
However for Tories he has lost his thirst, so his family’s future came first. Now, the battle to be his successor
Is intense, just ask any professor,
And so candidates now set their sails,
As they roam through the picturesque Dales.
Allegations might well get bitter, especially on WhatsApp or Twitter!
Our supply-chains are creaking in places,
Not helped by glum Brexiteer faces,
So let’s hope the new intake is firm,
For we’re tired of those members who squirm.
(We don’t need boot-lickers, aloof city-slickers, or chancers who won’t last one term)
And regardless of their party badge, we won’t welcome chaps on-the-cadge,
Don’t you fiddle expenses or abandon your senses!
So let’s hope that turnout is high,
As we bid Nigel and BoJo goodbye.