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"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love. Sophocles, Greek Poet
Oh, to hear the word love softly spoken
From one I hold precious, so very dear
He now has new love, feeling quite broken
My question is "was he ever sincere"?
Decades flew by as I revelled in love
When to him it was just a parody
Never once questioned his sincerity
Thinking myself his best beloved
Broken heart is such painful condition
Shattered shards of desire love's cruel game
Every breath infused with passionate pain
True cavalier suffers no contrition.
One day when this flame does not burn so bright
Will pick myself up and future rewrite.
Being so awfully insecure
among confident people
seems ridiculous and brittle;
I'm very humble by nature,
it will not take me anywhere:
I'll end up gathering crumbs!
I'm too stubborn, still refusing to pay
for these silly and shameful faults;
I would cry out loud to feel anger,
not sit at a corner counting doubts!
I should blame you instead, dear:
because I'm getting hit hard by reality!
I won't cry on your shoulder, just be forgiving
when I seek some empathy, it's too humiliating;
if a man cries is because is a liar when he swears:
he'd rather carry inside silly and shameful faults!
Admit that you've been constantly cheating,
sneaking out at night while I was sleeping;
you dropped a sleeping pill in my Martini,
snuck out and flagged down a yellow taxi!
These silly and shameful faults
have given me sleepless nights;
don't kiss me to cover up the ugly truth:
it's a parody not as sweet as Baby Ruth!
Because my brilliant hooks read indirect,
But bait directly one illiterate,
They likely slip stripped fish-net intellect,
Thus, now, I’ll lure completely different:
Just like the redwood trees that grow sooooooo tall,
Gapetto’s puppet’s nose Pinocchios,
And since I’m not a strung-out ancient doll,
I guess it’s you who picks the snotty rose.
You might believe you harness magic string;
The pixie dust of Pan in Neverland;
But don’t forget what came of Gollum’s ring
Once Frodo lost a finger from his hand -
It was rewound, re-reeled, forged gleefully,
Forever lost in false reality.
3/18/2017
Note: In keeping with John’s “Something Completely Different - Monty Pythonesque” theme I wrote this after randomly pointing to 14 different words in a Hustler magazine article that I then forced myself to integrate into a sonnet, one per line, in the order they were selected and implemented a rule of “no-edits” after a line was complete. The list went like this:
hooks, *****baits, fish-net, I’ll, grow, nose, strung-out, guess, harness, never, what, finger, glee, lost
(Try to sing this one to the tune of MARIA from "West Side Story")
Linguini -
the most luscious cuisine that I’ve ever had.
Linguini, linguini, linguini, linguini.
Oh what flavorful things in that dish make my taste buds glad.
Linguini, linguini, linguini, linguini.
Linguini,
I’ve tasted a dish called linguini,
and now I’ll always wish
to have that creamy dish
again.
Linguini.
Style Parmesan has me singing.
Add garlic and wine and it’s zinging.
I’ll always be craving linguini -
the most luscious cuisine I’ve ever had.
April 14, 2022
For Angela Tune's To Lighten The Load Poetry Contest
sun …
glints off sweaty trickles as
they plop … plop …
little lad’s littler fingers tickling a
tide pool’s papery face
things of mysterious intention, darting
there to here to there …
wide eyes wider in amazement
tiny thrums quick’ning
dividing breaths
like swells divide the time
and tides …
a splash and a grasp, tightening
some small watery beast
cold-red cheeks blooming wide to
parody the dazzled bay
grins and giggles to mock the black-backs
for this shrimpy monster, squirming
is the prize of a wee fist
gamboling its way to
proffer some mad-mommy shrieks -
slimy and squiggly and
oh, so wondrous!
hunter, home from the hill
Ahab and his white sea demon
perfectly prideful,
invested surety of a silly smile
warmed by the sooty
afternoon …
sun.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, June 9, 2024
'Twas
bit
of a joke
for most
of the folk
that had
rallied round
the town
'twas
the first
I heard
a bit absurd
so I
went and
asked around
'twas
up the
hill and
down again
until
I found
my friend
'twas
then I
learned
he too
not heard
what rallied
round the town
'twas
curious
tad furious
that
neither
him nor I
heard not
a thing
about this thing
lest someone
told a lie
'twas
my
furtherance
bit
impertinence
that I forged
around
and about
insecurely
most
sincerely
that the
truth must
be found
and out
'twas
the
silence that
lead to
violence
from forge
to force
was I
did pick
and choose
what more could
I lose
but the
dignity
of a lie
'twas
an awful
shame
how they
play the game
be it
this way
or that
way or not
but even so
they gave
it a go
or where
it went
I really
don't know
like going
to a
picture show
and see
till the end
when it
all began
that started
this rigamarole
that what
you knew
was a thing
or two
that had
nothing to
do with you
so buckle
your shoe
and sing
howdy-doo
you fish
eye fool
IF
ANYTHING
had to do
with you!
***A PUZZLE***
***A RIDDLE***
if anything,
***FOLLOWS***
My wife's adorable, but her stockings made her
fallible. Broken nylons could cost me a kingdom.
Funding a family can be tricky, such as claiming
it was spaghetti but it was truly vermicelli. Zero
tolerance challenges as they learn it translates
to "little worms." Faceoff rank yielding terms so
finite, albeit, lacking: take 2 aloxiprin, cessation
of pain. Nonetheless, the sword of Damocles is
o'er our heads arose as winnable; you'll attack,
IMO, first. If anything, be anything, --then find
my seven kids' nicknames that are hidden aloft
in the lower aforementioned phrase, if anything.
[ to the tune of My Favorite Things ]
Raindrops on dew drops and ponds formed by puddles,
Praising when phrasing bewilders, befuddles,
Nice sounding lyrics that don’t mean a thing,
This is what too much sun on your head brings.
Horses short courses on bucking a rider.
Who died, the fly or the spider inside her?
Dropping your pants to go mooning at night,
These are the thoughts when your head isn’t right.
When the dog flees
'cuz the flea bites
right there on his pad,
I simply wrap up in aluminum foil
'cuz that cuts down on the rad.
Nonsensical popsicles, strange yellow ice;
If this were snow, would you still think it nice?
You’re in a field standing there by a stream.
Wake up! You are drooling and starting to dream.
When the tree bark
is collected
in a bag of mulch,
I dump it all out on the new flower bed
and throw the bag in the gulch.
Mowing the roses and drowning the kittens,
strangling puppies with strings from your mittens.
Things that you think when your fever won’t break.
Just how much more of this nonsense can you take?
He confuses,
Runs off muses,
I amuse myself.
I get all my books down and dust them all off
And put them back on the shelf.
I bend and I sway,
I’m a wily old fox,
Let Trump rue the day
I jumped from my box.
I’m now running wild
On the meadows I love,
My colleagues quite riled
As I give them a shove.
Third time’s a real charm,
I’m the man of the hour,
The one to wreak harm,
As they all run and cower.
They say I’m too old,
But little they know
My stamina’s great,
So let them all crow.
The fun’s barely started,
I’m riding the wave,
My victory charted,
The country I’ll sway.
My friendly demeanor,
My steely resolve,
Trump’s fight may be meaner,
But watch this evolve.
The media’s all with me,
The Unions can’t wait,
So just wait and see
Me become head of State.
In marked territory, I must step with care,
For shadows past and present linger to snare.
Each step poised, measured, cautious, slow,
Falls on ground where furtive few, dare to go.
I kiss the bliss of ignorance, I know
Cannot dispel the florescent deja vu glow
Knowing virgin ground is non-existent,
All is done before, done for, insistent.
Even when I plow the field to furrows spell
Up pops the litter and glitter, that therein dwell
Echos, reflections, touche touches that smell
Of the death of innovation, pummeled pell-mell
For all out there is marked, scared, sullied and stained
As used before, or well past its use-by-date ingrained.
For machines are now omniscient, beyond what I could ever know
And all my steps are marked as plagiarist AI copies faux.
i keep your betrayal with me
i keep your betrayal with me (i keep it in
my soul)i am never without it (where
i go it comes, my friend; and no matter what
my soul is scarred, by your doing, my friend)
i have
no forgiveness (for you have shattered my spirit)
i have no place for you in my world (for my world,
is beautiful, so called friend, and it's better that we
part, for this friendship was not to be)
but your betrayal will forevermore stay
to remind me
in a secret place in my soul, only I know
(that evil exists in this world though the sky is
blue and pretty birds sing, and flowers and trees
grow high, and people speak sweetness)
so this scar will always exist in my soul
and may my eyes never behold you ever again
i keep your betrayal(i keep it in my soul)
______________________________
December 20, 2020
Poetry/Free Verse/Parody of- i carry your heart with me
Copyright Protected, ID 12-1315-260-20
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, PARODY OF A FAMOUS POEM
sponsor, L MILTON HANKINS, Judged 01/08/21