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At the edge of the town, hidden amongst the trees
Is a nudist camp where folks walk around as they please
They all go about their business strutting their stuff
And as you've probably guessed, they're all in the buff.
There's all shapes and sizes, some skinny, some fat
Others go all out while some cheat and wear a hat
There's vicars, teachers, scientists and truck drivers too
And more from all walks of life, doing what they like to do.
Some boys in town were bored, and wanted some fun
And came up with a heinous plan to make the nudies run
They all covered up and they put a wasps nest in a bag carefully
And planned to throw it over the fence and film it for all to see.
But someone in town had heard of their dastardly plot
And phoned the nudist camp and said "some info I've got"
The nudies were alerted and waited for the town boys attack
And they put robust plans in place for a counter attack.
A lookout then spotted the town boys heading their way
The nudies were going to make those delinquents pay
One of the boys threw the nest over without making a sound
But a covered up nudie quickly caught it, before it hit the ground.
He threw it back over the fence, the town boys were in shock
All the angry wasps had now escaped and were flying amok
Then the nudies rushed forward with water pistols full of honey
And squirted it over the boys until it was sticky and runny.
The wasps picked up the sweet scent and nosedived on the boys
The nudies were laughing so much it drowned out the boys cries
A nudie filmed it all and told the boys to go online and take a look
And said this footage you'll find on our group site on Facebook.
All the boys started running fast and were trying to get away
The air was blue as they tried to keep the stinging wasps at bay
They reached the lake that was just on the outskirts of town
And all jumped in and knew that they'd never live this down.
Written on the 7th July 2022
Just One More Day
There was once a man, for whom I held an adoration so sincere
He was my instructor, the one who brought out my love for Shakespeare
He was an old man
But he was one among a million
I saw him last when I completed my middle education
When I bid him adieu with a smile on my face and in my heart, desolation
His classes were the best
I did feel not like I was toiling but his lessons flew such that I felt like I was at rest
We went our ways, our paths were found on the opposites
Though he did wish for me to attempt on my re-sits
I soon forgot about him
But then, with time, I did want to share with him, my life's whims
Oh bloody curse, the day I phoned at his home
I learnt that he had left for the other realm
After having suffered a tumor in the brain
So deep was my wound, so strong was my pain
But hey that's life
It does never last, anyone's breath
Things of today do easily become those of the past
To the mundane one should never cling so fast
But if he did come back for one more day
Why, I would cry of course, and say
You were the best teacher that I had
See, today, your teachings have made of me a girlish bard
You were right in so many ways
I wish I had listened to you, that I became not one the strays
After all, you were for me, the role model
I always looked at you and wanted to be someday, like you, the students' angel
I have still not yet met a teacher as empathic as you
You could read me; to really see me, you were one of the few
I miss you, I miss your classes
I miss your ironical passes
You always used to bestow on us blessings
Now, I am sure there where you are, you brighten up all those beings
Why, if I could have one more day with you, dear teacher
I would have had with you, such a conversation, one being more than deeper!
8 December 2015
THE 12 SPIRIT WITCHES OF SHUDDER VIEW MIST 2019/01/20
Was the address given to us, and was betwixt
Tall trees whose branch’s looked like shadows
Lightening made them look like monsters affixed,
Hanging dead, and the immediate thunder chose
To shriek and a scream, a sound all in one
Wave after wave like a machine gun!
Tim spotted the manor, dark, which looked like hell,
We nervously approached and rang the bell.
A grey haired woman, at least an age of a hundred year,
Opened, do come in, we are busy regaining our youth,
Stay and watch, see dark magic with babies, learn the truth!
You wrote to us, wanting to meet us, we are spirits, this fear,
She thrust a knife deep into a baby’s heart, not a sound,
Baby had been drugged, blood spilled all around,
The witches threw their bundles on the ground,
Slurped up the blood like maddened dogs, chanting
The more important one, scooped up more blood, decanting ,
It into a bowl, we had to get out of this haunted, horrible manor,
Frenzied, I grabbed Tim’s arm and ran, throwing a spanner
Into their plans, we had been there all night, the babies would die,
I prayed fervently to Our Divine, looking high into the sky.
Tim had phoned the cops and mom and dad, dad was a tough guy,
They ran in, rescued the remaining 11 babies, and shot the witches,
Who not human, crumpled into dirt, and thrown into ditches!
Entered in" One Night In A Haunted Manor Poetry Contest"
(first two stanzas are from Charles Messina)
I was sitting on the corner, stoned
When out of the blue, my dead aunt phoned
How could this be, she rests in peace
Right beside my loving niece
I answered the phone, and my auntie said
"I know you think that I am dead"
"I'm alive"- my auntie moaned
Or- could it be that you're just- "Stoned"
(These two stanzas are mine)
And then I heard my niece’s sweet voice
say, “Heaven’s a wonderful place to rejoice.
She crooned a Willie Nelson tune,
then chuckled: “Dude, we’ll see ya soon.”
Couch lock had got me; I couldn’t move.
I wanted to be back in the groove.
No munchies around! Things were all wrong.
Why did I use that stupid bong?
Note: Should I be fortunate enough to win, I give permission for the use of either one or both of my stanzas to be used by Charles Messina , even in reverse order if that were to work better
(true story)
Robert Redford yelled at me, though he did it over the phone.
I worked at an answering service in town, graveyard and weekends alone.
A struggling new mother helping with bills, I always felt so tired;
a note said not to call him by 3, and basically here's what transpired:
I waited according to what the note said, but then in the aftermath,
although I followed instructions, I got only Redford's wrath.
He screamed that his meeting was still going on, and asked why I was calling.
But I had not done anything wrong, so his shouting at me was galling.
For weeks I had worked and phoned things in to Redford's secretary,
hoping one day "his" voice I"d hear, charming and not so contrary!
I still love his movies, his politics, and his Sundance for Indies is heaven!
But I'll never think of him quite the same as I did before '77.
All for that time he yelled at me, a someone he did not know.
I was just a stranger to him, so he let his anger flow.
My voice I cannot raise to a stranger. That is not my style.
Still, when I'm feeling down and out, do I always remember to smile?
To people in this world I've met, have I always great kindness shown?
When someone couldn't help me out, did I maybe start to groan?
And worse, do I sometimes barely glance at people serving me?
Do I sometimes briskly go on with my life, forgetting humanity?
Another time I remember, when in a Target store,
a different man, once famous, made my aging spirit soar.
I can't recall this singer's name. We know him for a song.
He sang, "The Lion Sleeps Tonight." (his fame did not last long.)
Promoting holiday music that day along with some other guys,
he looked at me, a stranger, and said, "YOu sure have beautiful eyes."
For Dane Ann's contest: Kindheartedness: What It Means To Me
OLD MA.
Old Ma always gave the kids a nice treat
Always nuts and never anything sweet
But they soon found out why
Nuts were in great supply
Choc nut bars she'd only suck cos no teeth...
NO HIDING PLACE.
An old gangster robbed a bank and he ran
Flew out from Canada then onto Japan
The Mounties tracked him down
In old Tokyo Town
He was caught cos they always get their man...
A WARDROBE MALFUNCTION
Went to a posh restaurant called Vicars
A girl walked out the loo, there were titters
Her face turned a bright red
At what's every girls dread
She'd gone and tucked her dress down her knickers...
DOMINATRIX.
A dominatrix from the state of Maine
Enjoyed hanky panky out in the rain
She'd use a leather fetter
T'would shrink as it got wetter
And her clients would pass out with the pain..
A FRIEND IN NEED.
The outback two mates went to catch a 'roo
One got cut short and said "I need the loo"
A spider crawled up his knee
As he was starting to pee
And bit him hard on his digeridoo...
His mate phoned the flying doctor who said
"Suck out the Poison if it has turned red"
He thought to himself no way
His mate said "well what's he say?"
He said "in 'bout half an hour you'll be dead" ...
LOST THEIR WAY. For Gershon Wolf
Geese flew south they were honking and hinking
Snow storm came they were blinded and blinking
They had no way of knowing
Where the hell they were going
To see them sway you'd think they'd been drinking...
Written 21st October 2020.
He silently came into the basement. He had an evil plan, to set hell's fire lose, to melt
the skin from the bones of this mortal man.
Spontaneously he burst into flames, with screams of agony, "Lucy where are you? For the
Love of God, won't you please help me?"
Satan watched as he burned. His flesh fell like melting wax. Now how, he thought, should
he dispose, cover his devilish tracks?
Up in the attic undisturbed there was an old clothes chest,the perfect place, the devil
thought, to lay the bones to rest
Lucy, still unknowing, tired of waiting for her guest. She smiled at her reflection in the
mirror, and retired to get some rest.
Midnight feasts are such delights, but not if you're alone. She lay in bed and wondered
why her beau had never phoned.
Forget him, she decided. Plenty more for me to meet, and under the glare of full moon,
Lucy went to sleep.
Years passed by as Lucy still enticed and lured her prey, as Satan came each full moon and
in the basement he would slay,
Until one summer, Lucy met a lady who was most charming. The lady asked if Lucy would like
go walking through her garden.
Her arrogance and self esteem led Lucy to believe, this Lady was an asset, should she want
to mix with society's cream.
They wandered through the garden, came upon a strange mistly haze. Through the fog
appeared an intriguing garden maze.
"Shall we go in?" the Lady asked, "I know it would be fun. I have tried this maze a
thousand times, and not once have I won."
Lucy being as she was, felt sure that she could win, and without any hesitation, she
willingly went in.
The Lady watched as Lucy began the complicated maze. She smiled to herself fully aware
that Satan lay in wait.
When finally in the middle, the winners circled 'round. Satan laughed to see just what
victim he had found.
"My my, it's you dear Lucy, and a secret I must tell. See that Lady who enticed you in,
once made a deal as well."
Lucy filled with terror, as she knew her fate was met. Strange how she never once
regretted this satanic deal 'till yet.
I was sitting on the corner, stoned
When out of the blue, my dead aunt phoned
How could this be, she rests in peace
Right beside my loving niece
I answered the phone, and my auntie said
"I know you think that I am dead"
"I'm alive"- my auntie moaned
Or- could it be that you're just- "Stoned"
I smiled and said, "Auntie, you know me well
but this world has become a living Hell
where evil thrives in almost every place
and there are memories that I cannot face"
"You are buried and from life you are free
If you're alive, I don't envy your immortality
Auntie, if you can hear me, stay in your grave
I survive by being a stoner, an addicted slave."
I was sitting on the corner, stoned
When out of the blue, my dead aunt phoned
How could this be, she rests in peace
Right beside my loving niece
I answered the phone, and my auntie said
“I know you think that I am dead”
“I’m alive”-my auntie moaned
Or-could it be that you’re just-“Stoned”
I blinked real hard and checked my face,
Then asked, “Auntie, how’d you call this place?”
She said, “Boy, hush, don’t question grace,
They finally got Wi-Fi in this place.”
“But Heaven’s strict, the rules are known,
No matches, papers, pipes, or cones.
So if you love me, don’t ask why-
just pass a cloud up to the sky.”
I was sitting on the corner, stoned
When out of the blue, my dead aunt phoned
How could this be, she rests in peace
Right beside my loving niece
I answered the phone, and my auntie said
“I know you think that I am dead.”
“I’m alive”- my auntie moaned
Or- could it be that you’re just- “Stoned”
I stared at the screen, my mind in a twist,
Her name on the caller ID still exists.
I stammered and asked, “Is this some cruel joke?”
As I exhaled another thick cloud of sweet smoke.
She laughed out a cackle that shook my bare bones,
And said, “Check your pocket for misplaced headphones.”
I looked down and realized with a slow, hazy grin,
“It was just a podcast that I’d turned on again.”