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We are trying to one up each other as usual – another story teller and I.
Our stories are getting wilder, less plausible, and we are laughing.
Suddenly I remember my pal Gertrude’s story.
I am pretty sure it was a lie, but it made a terrific story.
Gert was married to a man who was a rounder.
He started going out on Saturday nights, all slicked up and handsome.
He did not take her.
Refused actually.
About six months later her friends said he was getting married.
They had been invited to his wedding – next Saturday.
On Saturday he dressed especially nice with a boutonniere.
Gert said “You look good enough to get married.”
She said he did not even blink.
He did get married to the other woman, illegally.
I have no idea if the other woman knew he was already married or not.
Let’s see you top this story, I thought
There was silence.
Then we both burst out laughing.
They say you start to look like your pets
But I think it is the same for humans too.
After years together your partner, starts to looks like you.
When we first wed we were tall and slim,
I never thought one day that I would like him.
He needed to shave only once a week
His face only covered in fluff
It was so romantic; I would shave him, and do other stuff.
But as the years have passed, years of shaving him lovingly
We never thought we’d get to the stage,
When he was gonna shave me.
Our slim builds have disappeared; we don’t know where they went
We turned round one day and instead of new slim tops,
I had to buy new tents.
We used to share a single bed then moved from double to king
And now there is still no room, for the proverbial cat to swing.
He loves me to tickle him under the arm, it makes him go to sleep
Now I find my arm can’t stretch that far, it nearly makes me weep.
Photographs tell a tale that we never thought we would hear
We turned around one day to find that couple had disappeared.
Two gorgeous tall, slim, blond, statuesque beings, a god and a goddess
And now we seem much shorter and rounder, in fact a bit of a mess
But one thing is still the same even after all these years
We still have the love we had, and we still can share the same tears
We can laugh at the same jokes and cry at the same sad plays
We share our hurts and woes, and yes still share a loving gaze.
And at the end of each day and when the night has come
We know we kept the vows that we took,
And we truly have become one.
It is a sin
for Gregory to be a miser
even to himself
accumulating infinite fortune
with a half-bedroom to show for it
It is a sin
for miss Zane to gain special gratitude
from her male mates.
Coming late every night
with a different driver,
parading her flashy dividends
as she becomes a model for fashion updates
It is a sin
for Sarah, not taking care of herself
with her body becoming rounder
but still feeds more than an entire Orphanage.
Initially, a very attractive young lady
but now looks like an Old sorcerer.
It is a sin
for Baker to be a clergy
and at the same time a gambler
lavishing in style and losing without remorse
Hell will let loose
if his sponsor is the Church's finance.
Regardless of his anointing,
he's still not beyond the people's wrath.
It is a sin
for Dawson to drive through many open legs
as he jumps from skirt to skirt
and acquainting himself with all forms of underwear,
playing the bad guy who never gets caught.
It is a sin
to stay idle and observe them wrongly
drawing conclusions from every action
without minding their motives or reasons
analyzing closely even while sitting from afar
giving no consideration to the human Nature
which exists in imperfection and faint stains.
It is a sin
castigating the weaknesses of others
while overlooking mine
thereby condemning the crimes I do not commit
which does not make me better either.
As much as they do not know where I faulter
Judging them makes me worst than a sinner.
Orange moonlight gleams in the sky
warm as duskfall’s evanescence
like an orb trimmed with copper dye
orange moonlight gleams in the sky;
I gaze with an enchanted pry
as dragonflies rush to fluoresce,
orange moonlight gleams in the sky
warm as duskfall’s evanescence.
Till rounder and higher she glows
each frame a swaying groove and veil,
on crescent tip’s lucent repose
till rounder and higher she glows;
across a line of gilded rows
captivating my breath, inhale!
Till rounder and higher she glows,
each beam a swaying groove and veil.
A Positive Poem for Elly Waterouse
6/20/2014
SUPER HERO
Owned non parallel competence
with intensive intelligence
attained success in excellence.
My Idol : Super Hero.
An illustrious Scientist:
Physicist Chemist Botanist:
Zoologist Geologist:
Marvelous scenario.
Tornado-Storm predictor.
Designed first helicopter.
First Robot Planner and Maker.
Genius lively fellow.
Hero of Renaissance
Charismatic on elegance.
All rounder in performance.
Dazzling blazing with halo.
Great Grand Artist astounding .
Famous Architect amazing.
Wonderful on skillful sketching.
Da Vinci Leonardo.
04/17/17
Re edited on 09/21/22
Superhero or Supervillain
Contest by Robert James Liguori
Summer,
the Guadalupe River,
at least a couple of decades ago...
A bend in any river,
no matter how slowly that river flows,
erodes the outside of that bend,
digs away at the bank,
separating stones from sand,
nudging them into shallow water
across and down the river,
sorting them by size as it goes,
the smaller, rounder ones
in a layer on top.
That’s where I was that summer afternoon,
on my back, half-submerged in the gravel shallows,
the water so warm I couldn’t feel it,
my arms straight out from my body,
interrupting the flow,
causing almost waves
as the water washed over.
My ears were under water;
I could hear only the flow of water around me.
Above me the leaves and branches
of trees overhanging the river
moved gracefully in the hot breeze.
Somehow the leaves and branches and water
moved at the same tempo,
not like music,
but rather a deep humhmmm
I could both see and feel.
I don’t know how long
I hovered in that flow,
but it wasn’t long enough.
In ways I can’t describe
I’m still there,
bathed in that most elemental of mediums,
moving with the leaves,
lost in a very long moment.
All - rounder : Majestic Maestro
That’s unique persona Leonardo !
Illustrious Marvellous!
Glorious Gracious.
Artist, Painter , Sculpture
Helicopter- Designer
Nonparallel, Fantastic
Father of Robotics.
So many qualities
in single personality.
In every discipline peerless performance .
sparkling shining, so-called renaissance .
Architect, Superb Scientist ,
Meteorologist, Zoologist, Botanist .
Good physique looked handsome
Multi talented ! Awesome.
My veneration, reverence
flowing in opulence
to Great Polymath on adoration
and deep admiration.
I am a girl child born in July, now 25~celebrating
silver Jubilee year.
I am an attached & extremely empathetic soul~highly captivating with my Smile.
I am a dutiful daughter to my parents & responsible
sister to my little brother.
I am a lucky girl for having such a glorious family.
I am the girl who was teachers pet at school & won
best student awards at college.
I am a grown up woman now ~working as a teacher~ dedicated & sincere in performing all my tasks.
I am a mother to all my graceful & gorgeous students.
I am a soul who inspires and gets inspired~ polite,
loving person to my friends & family.
I am a wife to my life partner who is in distance~understanding is in resistance.
I am the replica for my soulmate~residing
in heart as Beats.
I am an adept listener~ admires everyone
in their own way.
I am humorous to my closest friend circle~amusing
when I am all alone.
I am a person involving in my hobbies at free time
~writing poems,drawing so on...
I am a lively soul loving to do art & craft ~ best
in decorating streets with designs.
I am an expert in cooking imagined dishes~love being experimental in all fields.
I am addicted to my passion-dancing & singing~also
enact well on stage.
I am a sensitive,delicate and emotional soul
~submissive for love but not for dominance.
I am a person who is self-esteemed~wish to be
independent for lifetime.
I am too hastening while taking irrefutable decisions.
I am a soul who loves appreciating talented soul's~ obsessive of my loved ones on an everyday basis.
I am nostalgic~frequently wish to roll on
random memories.
I am firm & resilient to those who don't respect
my feelings~agrees to heart and not mind.
I am a simple person by nature~ thankful for God who created me.
I am" Me" an All rounder,Will love myself untill death.
1-5-2020
~DEEPA~
Placed as an Honorable Mention in the contest.
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Mum said "birds of a feather flock together"
so I searched for a man who liked similar weather
until Dad stressed "opposites attract"
and I tried to determine just what I lacked
"Small packages", Mum said, "held the best things"
so I looked for a humble guy with diamond rings
until Dad said I should find a real go-getter
because it's a fact "the bigger the better"
When I fancied a guy from amongst the herds
Mum said "action speaks louder than words"
but Dad said this advice should be ignored
because "the pen is mightier than the sword"
Mum believed men should be kept closely entwined
because of the saying "out of sight out of mind"
Dad urged I give them space and make them ponder
because "absence makes the heart grow fonder"
I worried how I'd react to being charmed
Mum emphasized "forewarned is forearmed"
The male perspective gave my ego a hit –
Dad said "cross that bridge if you come to it"
When I found love the saying Mum liked to push
was "one in the hand's worth two in the bush"
Dad said "there's always time to be the faithful wife"
and persuaded me "variety was the spice of life"
I struggled at courting and was getting old
but "you're never too old to learn" I was told
However my confidence was hit for a six
when Dad said "you can't teach an old dog new tricks"
"If first you don't succeed try, try again"
this was Mum's attitude toward courting men
Dad's radically differed of course –
he told me not to "flog a dead horse"
My parent's advice couldn't have been sounder
for I found a genuine all rounder
but I hope he can live with the reality
I now have a split personality.
From David's unpublished book entitled 'Poems for Wedding Receptions & Poems Definitely NOT for Wedding Receptions
JUST DUCKY, WHY?
“Oh, look, my little Johnny’s the only one in step.”
It had always seemed that way,
somehow, no matter how hard he tried
little Johnny just couldn’t seem to get it straight.
He colored outside the lines
just because he thought the hippo
should be a little bigger, rounder,
you know, like a hippo.
He was told by the music teacher
“he couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket”.
Little Johnny didn’t care too much for choir
but he sure liked to sing those alleluia’s - loudly.
He was, or at least was told he was –
too slow for the track team
too short for the basketball team
too soft spoken for the debate team.
That he was, always would be, “a duck out of water”.
“Well, the duck seems pretty happy in the water”
“and always goes back in when he wants to be happy.”
“I wonder what, or where, my water is?”
Over time little Johnny accepted his fate,
celebrated being the only one in step with himself,
colored outside the lines, sang off key and loudly,
understood that he danced to a different tune.
Not much has changed for “little” Johnny.
Oh, he got bigger, accepted his “duck-ness”,
still can’t carry a tune in a bucket,
is still too slow, too short, too soft spoken.
Yet he knows that he is just fast enough,
just tall enough, just loud enough,
and just musical enough for himself
and he wouldn’t have him any other way.
John G. Lawless
2/20/2015
Submitted – Out of Water – Poetry Contest
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