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No Alice in Wonderland
Callous
Alice
Sacrificial Lamb
Blame me
Amy
Fan of the Panda Bear
Andie
Pandie
Miss Hollywood
Star Queen
Arlene
The Trifling One
Petty
Betty
One Gorgeous Redhead
Henna
Brenna
Miss Sophisticated
Classy
Cassie
Not so Sophisticated
Gassy
Cassie
Miss Detective
Police
Clarice
Fragile: Treat with Care
China
Dinah
Miss Flamboyant
Showy
Chloe
The Lesser of the Flamboyant ones
Tawdry
Audrey
The Laggard
Lazy
Daisy
The Imprudent One
Folly
Dolly
Stars in her Eyes
Eileen
Sky Queen
Earth Girl
Terra
Farrah
Gordon entered his apartment and gasped.
How could he have left the place in such a disarray?
He phoned Rosie the head of the handmaids.
Gordon was never rude but he complained.
Seemed the was a widespread fever infection.
However, Rosie promised to solve her problems.
Soon the bell rang and on the doorstep was the redhead!
“I am not the char, but Mother Rosie wanted me to help.”
Silently Gordon, cursing destiny, shrugged and led her in.
It did not take long to have the apartment in proper shape.
He offered her wages due to her, but she refused,
Instead, she asked him to take her for a small lunch.
“Give the wage to Mother, but from you, I need a favour.”
She told him that her name was Emily, and needed him.
Next Saturday was her sister’s wedding and she was alone.
She was the bridesmaid and had no one to partner her.
He was a perfect fit. Was this a curse or fate, wondered Gordon.
He could hardly refuse and exchanged mobile phone numbers.
The wedding reception was a great success. Emily’s designs
Were fabulous. The food was tasty. The guests were happy.
The bride and groom opened the dance and like a gentleman,
Gordon took Emily in his arms to dance and shuddered.
She had the same perfume Sophie used, a clean, fresh vibe,
A Chloé Eau de Parfum, neither cheap nor costly.
The soft singer sang: “The Last Waltz should last forever.”
We danced cheek to cheek, my heart fluttering in love.
And without hesitation, I blurted: Prepare your bride’s dress.
And kissed her full on her sweet, soft lips. Fate?
When fate summons, monarchs must obey, says an old proverb.
Early in the morning when the air was lying still
A ladybug was right outside, on my window sill.
"What the hell you looking at? I hope you get your fill.
Get on you little redhead, go find a daffodil".
Now I'm drinking at the pool and soaking up the grass,
Here comes the ladybug again and landed on my glass.
Shining like a ruby with a little bit of sass
She flipped her wings looked at me and then she made a pass!
"You wanna have a date?", she asked, her spots about to pop.
I cleared my throat, then I asked her if she was a cop.
She scoffed and looked away with a dramatic drawn out "Noooooo".
"C'mon" said she, "were wasting time. How about a go?"
We moved into the bar, she acted like she knew the game.
We bellied up with awkward chat, the barkeep knew her name!
"A mojito, hold the juice and ice? With aphids on the side?"
The lady gave a nod as if she had something to hide.
She climbed up on my shoulder and tickled on my ear.
She played along my eyeglass frames, said "Let's get out of here!"
We settled up, then settled down in the comfort of my room.
Turned on the air, brushed my teeth, Judge Judy on the tube.
In the mirror she buffed her wings, and tired from the booze....
"These heels are killing me" she said, slipped off a half-dozen shoes.
But in the sack, looking back, though my Lady was a pro,
In passion's heat, I was puzzled why she referred to me as "Bro".
I bolted up, she crawled away with a disappointed sigh.
Got outta bed, picked up her shoes. My Lady was a guy!
So if you ever visit here beware, you need to be more shrewd.
The ladybug that works this place, could might just be a dude.
Submitted: Naughty Yet Innocent Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mohan Chutani
3/3/22
I need to put my calendar on Wegovy
There are four of us in my study group,
Emma, from Lyon, a tall brunette, To her, everything’s a moral question or a joke.
Léah, from Étretata (Normandy) a waifish redhead, who’s either quiet or a total riot.
Chloé, an anorexic ex-ballerina, from Paris (the living theater) who talks of quitting every Tuesday.
In our study group rituals
- caffeine is our sacrament
and Anki is our confirmation.
We read the sacred texts (class notes),
annotated in colors that signify ‘don't forget that,’
and “this will be on the exam (probably).”
Emma says “my life is an Anki-fest.”
Léah says “time’s a construct and sleep a trap.”
Chloé says “let's do (review) one more chapter”
the way an alcoholic suggests,
“let’s just get one last drink.”
We diagnose strangers on the metro
a cough, a rash, a limp, a hand tremor,
with the confidence of prophets.
Whispering about “classic presentations”
We all want to be 'high-yield'.
We have daily in-group rankings,
for creating the best flashcards
and the best sleep score.
Today’s lunch is gone
and I don’t remember eating it.
Emma pronounces that normal
Léah logs it in an app as “fuel.”
On our last quiz our scores were almost identical.
Chloé says we should celebrate and all agreeing,
we ordered eclairs and espressos.
9 days until first year final exams.
.
.
Songs for this:
Think It Over by Born At Midnite
100 horses by Geese
.
Anki - a flashcard app for spaced-repetition memorization
Has anyone met Cyril Redhead?
He once was a Teacher of mine; On Paper he was ment to teach Maths... But in reality, this man just Preached Christ!
Has anyone met Cyril Redhead?
We only met a few times; Around 28 years ago... I hope he's doing all right!
Has anyone met Cyril Redhead?
he wouldn't remember my name - or recognise my picture, or my face, in any frame.
Has anyone met Cyril Redhead?
I was struggling at the time, Sent to adult college young - I couldn't cope with School life..
Has anyone Met Cyril Redhead?
I only showed up a few times,,
A Truant dealing with bereavement, and Drugs - my Father had died...
Has anyone met Cyril Redhead?
He taught me at Granville Road... I remember none of his Maths! But remember the Truth - Cyril spoke.
Has anyone Met Cyril Redhead?
This servant of God I once met! His message was just to treat Others - How YOU would like to be treat!
Has anyone met Cyril Redhead?
Does anyone hold this man dear? He showed up and taught me a lesson - then Poof! He just disappeared!
She was the prettiest doll in the whole world,
Elegant, stunning, waist-less, buxom,
Curves all over the place,
No straight lines.
Shocking for a child’s toy
Shocking for 1959.
Mattel was by far
Ahead of their time.
Marilyn Monroe and
Jane Mansfield were
Our pin-up girls.
This was way before
We demanded to be
Called women so we
Could feel equal to men.
We were still “girls” then,
But not for much longer
We lived in a fantasy world,
Our Barbies and we.
Barbie was blonde, brunette,
Redhead. Her hair was bobbed,
Ponytailed, straightened, and beaded.
She was the only doll we wanted,
And we all wanted her.
Barbie did not stand alone.
We had to have a trunk to
Put all of her clothes in.
Her tiny high heels were
Darling, plastic, a variety
Of colors.
Grandmas and Mamas all over
The world were sewing Barbie
Clothes as fast as they could.
The tiny waist was a problem
Velcro could have fixed,
But Velcro had not been
Invented yet.
I have twenty thousand
Pinterest pins that prove
That today, fifty-nine years
Later, Barbie is no doubt
the most popular doll
and always in
Style.
We have mermaid Barbies,
Cowgirl Barbies, Madame
President Barbies, Magician
Barbies, and Barbies from every
Nation, country and continent.
Yes, Mattel, you did well.
Very well indeed.
Am I early?
Curly whirly Sue...
Created me and
The Redhead too.
Sunshine the line,
Her fingers typed,
EnterWine d eLight.
Return to fLight.
On the Right Time.
Founded.The Kind Time.
Love on.Time.
!Sound.
~Demeter~
".....Demeter is easily confused with Gaia or Rhea, and with Cybele. The goddess's
epithets reveal the span of her functions in Greek life. Demeter and Kore ("the maiden")
are usually invoked as to theO ('"The Two Goddesses"),..."
G.oodeeS GoodSea
a.s what it can be!
m.atter. only
e.ver changes....
[email protected]
W.hirly bird...
E.arly birdy...
L.ittle BaTMitten.Kitten?
C.atches the worm... but she never ate it.
O.phi, you see, said wait til Three.
M.erry, this Maiden...
e.nergized.... ;)
Like in a code of MorshMores...
~DeMeter is THREE.d;
Smart.Cookie...
CoCao.latte
Gratitude, the Attitude, for Healing our Waters. Inner, Earthly too.
Form:
Look at all those obedient people
Stopping at every red light
In this day and age of overflow traffic
Not stopping could cause quite a fright
Unless you'd like some time in prison
I suggest you slam on the brakes
When you're approaching anything red
Especially a redhead on skates
The law clearly states maiming's illegal
Has been for many long years
So try really hard not hitting pedestrians
The penalty is usually severe
Look at all those obedient people
It's not like it once used to be
Running red lights was exciting sport
Like chasing young girls up a tree
© Jack Ellison 2013
contrary to
conformity
finding com
fort in in divi
duality she's
the redhead
in canada
that uses
her words
carefully
and her
pen as
an anvil
knowing
which word
even before
writing it down
what shape it will
take maybe a
razor sharp
blade of
a haiku
katana
or simply
to wait for
the weight
of a twist of
her wrist and
end a poem while
brandishing in hand
a Scots broad sword
but haven't you heard
that a sculptor can
size a marble
stone no
matter
the size
by touch
knowing if
this is where
an arm will be
then all falls into
place proportionately
placing an arm
at arm's length
and the waist not
to waste a single
chip of chisel to take
away the balance of what
figure that is figured out to
be even to the tiniest detail
so as Michelangelo
lay on top of the
stone that he
knew would
become
David
he runs
and rubs
his hands
over what will be
come a young
man's ribs
and down
lower his
mind al
ready
sees
what
people
will talk
about for
centuries
of mankind
and manhood
Form:
First a quick word on Robert the Devil,
whose turbulent life turned out quite a revel.
He fathered a child on a poor tanner's daughter
then dashed to repent in Jerusalem's quarter,
but on his return, sad to say, he died,
yet he set up his son, his only pride.
Though being dubbed "bastard" earned him rebuke
Son William became a very tough duke,
as shown by the fact he became England's king
on Christmas Day when the church bells did ring.
Poor England he ruled with a grim iron rod.
He harried the North like a merciless god.
To gauge England's wealth great pains he took,
which to prove I name the Doomsday Book.
Once his horse took fright in a fiery melee
and part of his saddle punctured his belly.
After this mishap he did not live long.
When his belly burst, oh what a pong!
The monks in Rouen cut his funeral short,
when incense galore no remedy brought.
Then his son William Rufus ascended the throne.
To wild fits and frenzy this redhead was prone.
He found city life somewhat too narrow.
Out riding one day, he was struck by an arrow.
Many hard battles King Billy fought
ere he fell from his horse at Hampton Court.
No enemy's musket laid him low,
no cannon ball , no swordsman's blow.
A hoof of his horse got caught in a hole,
the work of a lowly burrowing mole.
On the Emerald Isle some raise a toast
to this notable victory of the least o'er the most
William the Fourth died in his bed,
which somehow fitted the life he had led.
He had multiple children but not with his wife.
Exemplary no way was King William's life.
When in time a new William mounts Britain’s throne
may he shun the errors to which others were prone,
avoiding pitfalls and fierce martial strife,
and every enticement to stray from his wife.