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Written: November 07, 2023, For Robert James Liguori Contest
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Felicity In the flamboyant form of yesteryear.
Where giggles pranced and frightened fear.
I yearn to revert to those idyllic, carefree days.
As we swung in the blazing sunlight, rays
Oh, the town pool, our hot-season delight.
By such lofty slides, our zeal soared to blight.
Joyfully shrieking as we swam into the water.
Putting dear stories to ride us as marauders
An enchanted event: the regional fair.
Walking in tandem and flying by the air.
Puffy white haze with a swirl of vivid shade
Riding provided us with an unending glade.
As trends glide to the wide sky's demesne
In saffron light, a tale of growing up in a den
Lacking worldly care, we wander afar and wide.
Dispelling frets, embracing one's fremd side.
As if a few seeds were buried in the ground.
We start our trek by pursuing our pound.
We roam the earth with wonder as our guide.
Rising to our dreams and acquiring their pride
A fascinating game, Ghost in the Graveyard
frenetic scurrying, hiding, and yelling pards.
We frolic under the moon watchful gaze.
Until dawn, I was lost in the gloomy phase.
The sole dollar I got on my card was fabulous.
Heaps to buy a huge box of dime candy pabulous.
Oh, how I'd scramble there, swiftly, then quick.
desperate craving for every single caramel stick.
But as the years went by, I began to realize,
Indulging in sweets came with a price.
The licorice and chocolate, once my delight,
Now haunted my health, day and night.
Every action is a learning experience.
Whipping tight modus and feeling delirious
From injuries, both physical and emotional.
Every role imparts wisdom and is devotional.
So now what, where do I go from here
I'm wandering around feeling a bit weird
People that I know don't know how to react
Thinking my spirits have finally cracked
Not so, I welcome this change of scene
Drinking more coffee, it's becoming routine
It's similar to finally stopping to smoke
After forty long years for fear that I'll croak
Well wish me luck, I need your support
Hope I don't go weird and begin to cavort
Wearing lots of makeup and leather that rocks
Playing air guitar with long flowing locks
If that starts to happen, I'll revert to the funnies
Hopping around like a pregnant bunny
Hang on a minute, I think that was funning
Well sneaky old me, how utterly cunning
So now what, where do I go from here
I'm wandering around feeling a bit weird
People that I know don't know how to act
Thinking my spirits has finally cracked
Not so, I welcome this new change of scene
I'm drinking more coffee, it's becoming routine
It's similar to finally stopping to smoke
After forty long years for fear that I'll croak
Well wish me luck, I need your support
Hope I don't go weird and begin to cavort
Wearing lots of makeup and leather that rocks
Playing air guitar with long flowing locks
If that starts to happen, I'll revert to the funnies
Hopping around like a pregnant bunny
Hang on a minute, I think that was funning
Well sneaky old me, how utterly cunning
© Jack Ellison 2015
Often I held you
In my arms I expelled
You your breath so lively
Your touch inside me
As I wait to inhale you
Pleasant pressures virtue
Honorably I acknowledge knowingly I never hurt you
This cause, because of my virtue
I am absolutely I'll revert to the truth
I will hang on and never let loose
For darling I love you to the utmost
Always and together
We will come we will come and praise God together
Our hearts minds and soul
Intertwined and in a row
Your heart's so lively beating as such
As I embrace you you're warmth your touch
Ever so mean so every much
This calls because of our virtue
I am an absolute because of our virtue reverting to our truths
Together we both shall hang on and never unloose
My, my, my, my, my darling I love you to the utmost
8/9/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Walking down a beach in Jamaica
Sipping on some local rum
It was that moment when I fell and my head
Became imbedded between the cheeks of your bum
I knew nothing would come between us
The look on you face told me I was a winner
I clambered to my feet feeling like a knight
That is when I asked you out to dinner
Although you smacked me loosening my teeth
And been call an over sexed pervert
The sincerely look on my face captured you
And I knew your misconception would revert
My lips need not speak any longer for the words
From my heart were said through my eyes
You would be my summer love
My life long, love giving prize
I had to turn this unfortunate situation quickly
To do it I would need to use my charm
For the pain was not only hurting in my heart
But from the twist your boyfriend placed in my arm
I bumped into you in the eve after I returned from the hospital
I remember I had my arm in a cast
You came to me and apologised with a kiss
It was then I knew our love would last
We lay on the beach watching the sun set
Then we made love on Poseidon’s sea shore
I knew it wouldn’t be just a night of steamy sex
It would be that and a lot more
*"STEAMY SUMMER LOVE" (4 MEN ONLY)* There we go My Sweet
To Rewind or Pause Life
Most people are confused as to which one
Others may want to try it out just for fun
If there's any pain involved either one could hurt
Correcting any mistakes that we want to revert
Who in there right mind wouldn't want to rewind the good times
To meditate on the good things and taking stress off our minds
The pause button would be good for making a decision
The world can be an audience with your life on television
By pressing rewind we would all get a do over
Giving our drunken minds a chance to think sober
Both of these words can't win because its an equal fight
That's why we don't have the option to Pause or Rewind life
Molly suffers from depression
She's had it for ages
It's okay to sit next to her
What she's got isn't contagious
She sees you look at her with pity
But that isn't what she needs
She tries to look after herself
Her appearance it misleads
She feels constantly tired
The fatigue it gets her down
She hopes she might feel better
If she has a trip into town
She thinks that she might pop
Into the cafe for a bite
But since she's been depressed
She hasn't had much appetite
A good night's sleep
Is a distant memory
Going to bed at ten at night
Then up and wide-awake at three
She feels so worthless
And waits for the phone to ring
Usually a family member
Wanting a loan of something
She remembers how she used to feel
Before she was depressed
When she didn't feel so irritable
And was hardly ever stressed
She feels a sense of anguish
A let-down to her family
They all seem to see
Her depression as a malady
The loss of her old self
Causes her great sadness
Her family tells their friends
That Molly suffers from a madness
They think that it is funny
But don't realise the hurt
That they cause to Molly
If only to her former self she could revert
They ring her up for no reason at all
They say it’s all in fun
Her depression lost her all of her friends
At the mercy of daughter and son
Depression is an illness
That can happen to us all
No matter how much money you have
It’s something you can not forestall
If by chance one day
You see Molly in the town
Why not stop and say hello
Make her smile instead of frown
Ask her how she is today
Enquire what she has bought
Depression is an illness
Not a disease that can be caught
A story absurd today I count, hope you appreciate.
An admirable old man lives in a blue house with white gate.
He has for company, a cat, the colour of soot and ash.
Rats pray they are not to be caught, for with her paws she will bash!
Fat and cunning she sits, her face wearing a weird look.
At night, she snuggles near the fireplace in her warm nook.
Excellent vigil she is, so the old man enjoys his slumber.
Thus his life is peaceful for she signals to him signs of danger.
One eve however, comes an irritable knock at the door.
The cat emits a meow so strident that shakes the wooden floor.
Annoyed , the old man pushes open the door and peers around.
Over the hill there is an orange glow while mist sweeps the ground.
A pretty lady appears of nowhere to whom he knows no link.
She has yellow eyes with iris black and hair held high in a kink.
A graceful move to engineer a curtsy ; he kindly invited her
In, not having an iota of thought to what meant her generous purr.
A costly mistake of a genial host or golden moment of life ?
The lady grasps gently his hand and he feels in his heart twist a knife.
In a vortex he is carried while the order of things comes to light.
He feels exalted as he recognises his beloved wife, in flight.
They both landed, in the dark dense woods with some patches of moonlight.
To their true forms they revert ; two tigers are united that night!
Date: 8/07/16
Contest: Make a poem
Same no. of syllables per rhyming couplet
Took me 2 hours (while watching semi final foot!)
A long day , a day long
A day that never ends
Singing the same song
We get up get dressed
Get out in society
Give it our best
We don't stress because we do alot of things out of love
The sun never sets
It so beautifully beams
And it gives a glow
Have you ever saw a day
That never ended before
No need to restart
The clock never turned
Couldn't give back a day
That we barely even earned
So we start all over
Let it repeat itself
Have a turn to really complete ourselves
As this day never ends
Can we ask for forgiveness of our sins
As this day never ends
Can we be refreshed
As this day never ends
Can we grow?
Maybe yes maybe no
God has that kind of power
To vanish all the hours
But he doesn't
He shows the beauty
As the sun sets
No he's not done yet
As the day never ends
Have we exhausted or lost it the possibilities
Or can we bring it back
What if the day never ends?
Would you still remain on track ?
Or would you revert back ?
Imagine 24 hours a day
Nothing changes or has changed
The day itself has remained
The same
And suddenly
We see
How the world would be
Without day and night
It's a sight
We all would want to see
A never ending day
For a never ending me!
Written by : Concetta Hardnett
02/25/2021
Why do I revert to potty humour
Am I obsessed with body parts
Actually I AM attracted to female parts
Get that straight right from the start
The female body is a work of art
No sculptor can do it justice
Matching that soft, such delicate texture
Yikes, one part is getting stiff
Whenever I write about naughty stuff
Changes take place down below
Don't understand this strange behaviour
Maybe it's something I'll outgrow
Told my doctor and he confided in me
Ain't gonna outgrow it he said
It's gonna keep happening and listen to this
Could happen even after death!