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In New Orleans for some highjinks.
Here to rally ‘round the flag.
She’ll be open to suggestion
When I’ve got her bound and gagged.
I won’t need to solve the riddle
Of the chicken or the egg
To distinguish first from foremost
While I’m making Mandy beg.
You can bet your bottom dollar
Gonna taste forbidden fruit
On a fragrant bed of roses
In this house of ill repute.
Hog the limelight. Gild the lily.
Need to take her down a peg,
Teach her all the whys and wherefores
As I’m making Mandy beg.
There be rotten things in Denmark:
Humble pie and bathtub gin,
Sour grapes with gall & wormwood,
Magdalena’s Den of Sin.
Gonna need a pot to piss in.
Go and tap another keg.
She’ll be forced to face the music
When I’m making Mandy beg.
There’ll be ample food for thought
When I talk turkey with the cook.
I’ll be tickling her fancy
Till she babbles like a brook.
Then I’ll call her on the carpet
As the juice runs down her leg.
Demon rum, Miss Goodie Two-shoes,
I’m just making Mandy beg.
Always expect the unexpected.
Don't be shocked by a surprise.
Sometimes our nonchalant complacency
presents a new gift in disguise.
The future we had planned for
isn't always whats in store,
but for each lost opportunity
we'll find another door.
We will find a way of coping
when we thought we never could.
What seemed at first so negative
can be transformed into 'good'.
The seed of faith grows hardier;
the weakness becomes strong
and soon what first seemed 'gloom and doom'
sings a much more hopeful song.
Inside each grey and blustery cloud
there lies a silver seed of hope.
It nestles in the misery and
grows to help us cope.
It blossoms into friendship
we never knew was there;
it blooms when people 'rally round'
and show they really care.
So, don't be shocked by life's surprises.
Don't let them knock you to the ground.
Let the bellow of the storm die down
and hear the tinkling silver sound
How easily forgotten those souls
of wars and battles of ten, twenty, sixty years ago,
when lives were given freely in belief and hope
for the dreams of freedom and democracy we spoke.
One more hero falls
added to the list, written on the honor walls
of who and what America still stands for
in promise and endeavor to be greater to our inner core.
The voices now seem to only whisper on the lips
as changes to our ever sought aspirations slip
into a dissention of heart and soul and ideals
that once defined who we were forged in steel.
It is an ever struggle to be vigilant in this sea
of the process to learning how we came to be
the country in which we were free to speak
and rally for the average man's mystique.
But like every nation reigns bestowed
times change, dreams and efforts erode
to steal away the progress made in pain
and erase the names of heroes slain.
Rally round the men and women who do not fold
embrace the dream and promises of old
that all be living open and free in the land
with opportune liberty and democracy at hand.
Are their twenty pilots?? In Australia now.? Un-jabbed
Heros.? Well anyhow.! Give me the lenght of a winfield
Ciggie..? To elbourate on what could be a pretty biggie..Good
Move? Or deal..So to put it..' For my homeland i watched
Streched beyond any limits.! Yet back on track cause we'll
Never quit.' some news for
klause harani; and other w e f
Sh!!ts.) Why not charter some planes? For internal rides
Like good old T A A..! boy' they made some strides'
I'll always remember the red intials so bold.' They are an
Icon to me still' the memory holds.) So mates of Hoody'
What say you.? True blue Aussies!! Is this game for you?
One life on earth, will you choose to fly freedoms message
In those expansive skies? To Make it known you stood to
Loose.? Or gain? a nation back again' I ask! you choose?? I see
Such a group, can turn it round, in just a few marsupial
Bounds ! Be like Houges ' who painted the steels yet
Climbed to the stars.' Raise up a nation to how it should
Deal' with life and any challenge, i implore you! To Rally round
Get some spring in yourselves.' And like red roo's you'll be
Off the ground!!
An acquaintance of mine
(More the friend of a friend)
Was just told that her life
May be nearing its end.
She is ready for hospice,
Her doctor suggested;
She cannot go home,
Which is what she requested.
Her husband bailed out
When she first became sick,
Taking up with a lover
He found rather quick.
But perhaps I’m unfair –
Maybe illness aside,
He just fell out of love
Or what she could provide.
Still, right now she’s alone
At the end of her days,
Though her friends rally ‘round
In restorative ways.
It’s so awful to hear
Of a person you’ve known
Who will soon be laid out
With her name on a stone.
It’s a jarring reminder
Of what we deny
That as time marches on,
We will all get to die.
Let me tell you a story……..
Nothing new under the sun really.
Happened many times.
Autumn flourished and Christmas was near.
Hark, the bells tolled.
The womanizer discovered love.
Too late.
For now she died much too quick.
Friends rally round.
Especially Lisa, his illegitimate daughter.
All in vain. For now his love is dead.
A year passed.
He stood near a window
as fluffy snow fell gently.
He looked at that set of seashells,
An ivory box and inside his old watch
which she gave him as mementos.
Outside raucous seagulls flew,
a harbinger of further devastating storms.
Yet the worst tempest was in his heart.
Tears fell profusely.
But time flies.
Rapturous Spring is in full swing.
Tranquillity reigns in his heart.
All the family drift
On the boat on the languid lake.
Lisa happy to be with her father,
And his new wife.
He holds his own child with care
Will it be the end of his womanizing?
A white swan glides near.
Euphoric tranquillity reigns.
16 April 2022
Form N - Narrative - New Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Theme: Life
Children get seized at the border;
parents are led away in cuffs.
Under Presidential order
ICE morphed into a gang of toughs.
The United States has no shame
they sold their soul to the devil.
Asylum seekers weren't to blame
for Trump sinking to this level.
Kids are a political tool,
kidnapped from fleeing families.
Enforced by Republican rule,
laws mandate these calamities.
Nazis and fascists rally round
Trump, waving confederate flags.
Hate's propaganda is unbound,
their blood chants recruiting scumbags.
A bigot's voted in power,
a nationalist is in charge.
A man defined by Trump-tower
is revered by cultists at large.
Democracy's reached a crossroads,
a lunatic has won the race.
And holding the nuclear codes
he incites his ass-kissing base.