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Written by Gail DeBole
On December 8, 2021
Updated on February 6, 2025
Before his fans entered the funeral’s door
They all read a sign that they couldn’t ignore.
The sign listed rules to be followed by his fans
Who had come to show respect for this funny man.
He wanted to make sure his mourners stayed safe.
To not follow these mandates would not help their fate.
Before they could enter to pay their respects
The first request was to all disinfect
By cleaning their hands with sanitizer provided
While social distancing six feet - they were all reminded.
Everyone had to show a card that proved
They were vaccinated at least times two.
They were all to wear masks to filter the air
In case Covid was in attendance there.
The comic - so funny while he was alive
Couldn’t resist entertaining even after he died.
Lying very still in a handsome blue suit
The comic exuded humor even though he was mute.
And as each person approached the casket to say a goodbye
Some laughed or you could see a smile in their eyes.
For the comic was lying there even in death
Wearing a face mask to not be a threat!
Bhima at Denhegoo
from Chump to Champion
The Ballad of a Struggling Contender
Fought to hard
to get it
struggled long thyme
to acheive
learned alotta thangs
long the way
meet some people
you won't beleive
looked down upon
by the in crowd
jerked arounded
by the outcrowd
women done leaked
my secrets
and men done
challenged me
studdered
when she said
I do
was scared
cause
I lacked instruction
Said I love you to
early
she only beleived
in deductions
prayed real hard
to get here
Am the champion of this town
talked about by stranger
to some I'm just a clown
but you know one thang
I'm ah man
I'm ah real true man
yes i am
I'm a man
I'm ah man
best beleive
I', ah man!
( Gruel Starffs(..........Look Mister Promoter: you want us to come out here and be contenders to your champion. Rivals to our foe. You want us to look the wrestling public in the eye and say he's the best and I'm the next best thing to him.Mr. Prromoter I'm looking you in the eye and telling you: you made a mistake in hiring me cause we found a clause in our contract that states a group of ten within the company can unite and form a championship sub commiitee and crown a champion, if the current champions tenure excceeds 2 years. well we did and from now on I am the champion and until the disfunction of the championship committee is solved I am both Champion and number one contender and one win over the champion even in a best outta 3 falls match can be proof enough to send to the board of directers to Crown me " The United Worlds Champion" that's the contract you signed laughing at me.I've score two falls against him. One more And I am Champion. It the Clause of all Clauses; Mr. Promoter! The Clause is entitled" ******The Rules of Untangling Contracto Facto Championious committee rulio Section 280-two by Codes of Victory in The rulebreaker rule book*
since I was a young girl
my soul and spirit have whispered be a nurse
and in time the nurse in me did unfurl
it was a dream that I wanted to traverse
yes, I had to comply
and follow the rules and regulations and never ask- but why
and when patients died I came home to cry
but after many years in nursing I was sidelined
because this girl found out she was going blind
I was crushed and resigned
and with the broken fragmented pieces of my dream I swirl
in an ocean of sadness I immerse
my soul and sigh
and with my weary mangled spirit I whirl
and with my shattered life I twirl ...
until in meditation my heart, soul and spirit twined
and I found an acceptance and a serene state of mind
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June 29, 2021
Poetry/Rhyme/broken pieces
Copyright Protected, ID 06-1367-784-29
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, A Broken Person
sponsor, Faraz Ajmal, Judged 07/24/2021
Third Place
Proud to be insane, I'm free as can be/
Proud to be insane, I'm just being me/
Proud to be insane, I play by my own rules/
Proud to be insane, I do what I want/
I'm proud to be insane, I'm super dysfunctional/
Insanity is my normal, it's super conjunctional/
I'm never stressed out because I live how I want/
Do what I want, whenever I want/
All out in public, I smack on my lunch/
I make everything dramatic, so it's a big crunch/
I pack a big crunch, so watch where you step/
Gothenburg my town, you know what I rep/
I walk with a bounce, smile from ear to ear/
I paint a picture clear and put haters in the rear/
I bought everything I got for the low dirt cheap/
From the fiend on the corner, who say he house keep/
But, I don't judge because I'm in the same boat/
I lie, cheat and steal and do it in a lab coat/
I don't care, because I'm proud to be insane/
What's insane to you is normal to me/
Schizophrenic to the Loony Tunes is what amuses me/
Silence of the Lambs is what influenced me/
I talk to myself and hold decent conversations/
I'm on a lot of medications, I need rehabilitation/
My trees need fertilization, that's a recommendation/
And this the third time this month I needed cross examination/
I walk under ladders and follow the black cat/
I keep every kind of tool with me I'm a pack rat/
I sleep in a tent in my own front yard/
I wrestle wild dogs just to practice my skills/
I write a hundred letters just to practice my wills/
Everything I do is really weird it's common sense/
But, I'm proud to be insane, so what you think is nonsense/
In the jungle's heart, where shadows and spirits blend,
A silent hunter, a forest's friend.
Stripes of amber, black and gold,
The tale of power, courage and bold.
Its eyes burn bright, flaming hue,
Reflecting the skies of cerulean blue.
Its claws are like a silver, steel sword,
As it rules the jungle as its legendary lord.
Its roar splits heaven and hell,
As earthquakes and tsunamis are caused by a shattering yell.
Hunters poach them for their magnificent, golden robes,
As its lengthy tail is like a serpent coiling the globe.
It lives among the jungles, sand, wetlands and snow,
During the dark, its orange, blazing eyes begin to glow.
Deers, birds and boars is a king's delightful feast,
As the enemy feared this bloodthirsty beast.
The speed of the beast is beyond the stars,
As its back is full of lacquer, black scars.
The beast itself ruled Lanka with Tamil kings,
The sabre-like fangs and crushing claws blings.
Oh Tiger, the guardian of the land,
Let Lord Murugan feel you with his divine hand.
Let Lakshmi shower you with wealth, fortune and prosperity,
As the beast speaks to the people in a tone of sincerity.
The world's a circus, as they say
A madman's dream, a drunkard's bed,
A freak show, a carnival of sin,
A place where nothing makes sense within.
It's all just random, some would say,
A spinning wheel that's lost its way,
A game of chance with no real rules,
A dance of fools and drunken ghouls.
The rich get richer, the poor stay poor,
The honest ones, they suffer more,
The crooks and thieves, they rule the day,
The good guys always seem to pay.
It's all just madness and true sadness.
A carnival of day and night,
A world of chaos and despair,
A place where no one seems to care.
But still, we strive, we fight and try,
We live and love and sometimes cry,
We hope for better, dream of more,
And in that hope, we find the door.
For in the madness of this life,
We find the strength to stand and fight,
To face the chaos, take a chance,
And in that moment, find romance.
So let the world spin round and round,
Let madness reign, let chaos abound,
For in the heart of every man,
There's still hope, a master plan.
It is the nature of man to pursue
And woman’s to be pursued
Man must do the wooing
And woman must be wooed
It is the nature of man to conquer
And woman to play it coy
He must be the strong one
She must act like his toy
It is the nature of man to explore
And woman’s to be sedate
He must push the limits
She must make him wait
Ah...woman, you are to hold back
And make him beg for more
You must keep yourself aloof
And just hint at what’s in store
You must give a only a portion
To keep him from discontent
Must be sparing with your love
To make his jealousy hell bent
For it is the nature of man to chase
And woman to lend to the chase
But learn this from me, angel
These notions are vile and base
For if your man has such a nature
And slights your consuming love
Don’t waste on him your passion
Escape on wings of a dove
For love knows no rules or decorum
It will do what it may please
So do what you fancy best
Be assertive when you tease
For know that when the day‘s done
And you are lying in bed alone
You must be true to yourself
Strip “Nature” down to the bone.
Obey the voice of your heart, love
Don’t fall prey to “nature’s” game
Be a woman of these times
And put these silly rules to shame!
Among our animals on earth
the search for food consumes each day.
I ask God why he made two counter groups;
carnivore and herbivore-
the two so far apart.
To eat, be eaten- nature's programmed goal
'tween carnivores and herbivores it seems.
While some cause bleeding tears and victim's screams;
with others, trees and grasslands take their toll.
Both plans- far apart:
one brings loss of life and pain;
one consumes earth's greens.
How does God choose which will be
predator or victim bound?
August 31, 2016
~3rd Place~
Contest: Challenge - Write One - Theme: Dark Nature
Sponsor: Broken Wings -
Judged: 09/08/2016
Rules:
1. Epigram, a single thought on two lines- unrhymed -
introducing the theme of your poem
2. Kimo, 3 lines, 10/7/6 syllables
3. Enclosed Rhyme, 4 lines, a/b/b/a
4. Tanka, 5 lines, 5/7/5/7/7
5. Title - 3 words from the last line in Tanka
6. Words 'bleeding tears' must be used
7. Should be present tense
Beautiful feet are free to go
to places that they do not know
under God's control.
Distress endured, it helps them grow.
Beautiful feet are free to go
where punches roll.
Hands are considered beautiful
that freely work without a tool
to lessen strain.
God's enemies break all the rules;
hands are considered beautiful
that bear the pain.
Beautiful voices, keen to sing
hallowed lyrics with thanksgiving
sung to and fro
telling of strength that God can bring
to all who honor Him as King.
Fears they forgo.
inspired by Romans 10:15: "And how shall they preach, except they be sent? as it is written, How beautiful are the feet of them that preach the gospel of peace, and bring glad tidings of good things!"
written 10 January 2016
I have a brain.
But not just any brain — I have a brain dog.
It doesn’t sit. It doesn’t stay.
It runs. Fast. Far. Wild.
It sniffs every thought ever thought.
Dreams in 4D. Overthinks lunch plans like it's nuclear policy.
Sometimes... it chases shadows.
Dark ones. Horror-movie-type thoughts.
So I lock it up.!
“Time-out,” I say. “No more mind mazes today.”
And there — in its little prison — my mind rests. For a bit.
But oh... when it’s good?
When it connects the stars, builds worlds from ‘what ifs’ —
I give it biscuits.
Freedom. Space. Credit.
“Go on,” I say. “Think. Create. Be weird. Be wonderful.”
My brain dog is not broken.
It’s just untamed brilliance.
And sometimes, brilliance needs both biscuits and boundaries..
I say, “Go. Be mad. Be magic.”
It doesn’t always know balance.
Sometimes it breaks the rules.
Sometimes it breaks me.
But it’s mine.
My brain dog.
And damn it…
I love the chaos it brings