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I didn’t like the characters
Of many films that Disney made,
Designed for awwws, so sickly sweet,
I didn’t care if they decayed.
For as a boy, I watched unmoved
As kittens sang and orphans cried,
I didn’t care that crickets spoke,
And shrugged it off that puppets lied.
But there was one that I enjoyed:
Madame Medusa made me smile.
She was a nasty piece of work -
And even whipped a crocodile.
With bright red hair and sagging breasts,
And eyes an eerie shade of green,
Madame Medusa looked the part -
And her expressions were so mean.
No other villain won my heart,
I wanted her to win the day -
And at the end, I wondered if
Madame Medusa got away.
Jack Horne
*Madame Medusa from the film The Rescuers
for Linda-Marie's Disney contest.
Animal of the Night
The animal of the night has an evil courage as its defense,
And with simple lies it now catches the filthy beast easily,
And can now stand and bask in God’s purest of sunshine,
Whilst valor and glory speak all power to one’s destiny!
Darkness doth now pervade and drinks slowly from that
“Chalice of the Faithless Heathen” who hides among the
Soulless Ones who are consumed by their hateful actions,
And spit thoughtlessly at your good will and human pride!
Hades’ very own dark demons tilt their evil night shades
While justifying the hurt and depravity of an “Ugly Brute”;
A truly lost soul without any mercy, blind—as “He” throws
Freely a nasty spiteful spirit on your earthly fire of reality!
Hence, Hades’ mark and mask of utter darkness and terror
Descend now into the very conscience of your Spirit World;
Burning hot with the force of “The Furies” seeking revenge:
Tisiphone, Megaera, and Alecto all appear sans Merci now!
As their eternal gorgonesque spirits creep upon you furtively,
Your once handsome visage turns into a sad and horrid portrait
Of an old animal soul in the mirror never to see the Light again,
As clouds darkly shade your horizon and fate in Hades’ name!
In this eternal land of darkness, the dead do not suffer this fate
So easily, and cast not without honor in their chains the notion
That fear itself, vice destiny, cries out now for your forgiveness,
As One-Eyed Beggars seek and see the basic good within you!
Each day now fades into its own doom, into a dark mist of evil,
And hides carefully inside a “Mountain of Consciousness” where
Your ethereal spirit knows who you really are—as black snakes
slither slowly and silently toward your spirit-mirrored reflection!
You—that “Animal of the Night,” wear now your deceptive mask;
The reality of who and what you really are makes my skin crawl!
You can never return from this darkest “Pit of Hell” my old friend,
For thy animal-human spirit is doomed to all this darkness forever!
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – November 22, 2015
(Narrative Quatrain)
PLACED 3RD : Standard Contest
[Poet’s Note : This is a Signature Poem on this Inventory. I loved the song, melody and lyrics, which inspired poem, since I first heard it as a young child. The single was a gift from my Dad, who was a boatswain-rigger, bought at a London flea market. He brought gifts home from different ports, after each sea trip.
I once used the song to design & create a wedding gown, despite its melancholy tone. The creation received rave reviews from a Regional Fashion Show for which it was designed.
The song itself has layers of meaning & different interpretations, which makes it a powerful source of inspiration. I trust this poem reflects that, with its highlight that species other than humanoid (aka merpeople) do exist, with consciousness.]
Shadows mingled with the Light
becoming a ghostly frightening sight
as pictures fell from cabin walls
every ship occupant wanted to ball
Storm clouds becoming whiter than pale
miller said it was winter becoming spring
eyes of sixteen sanguine vestal virgins
ignited Chief Mates’ fires to oceanic sing
Swimming by rocks jutting from the sea
flakes of her pale complexion floating free
with winter waters waltzing whales mingle
I became kind of sea sick drinking beer single
Emerging from frothy wave onto ship dripping
mermaid tail flipping with long locks slipping
they scorned her, warned her, tossing sardines
her wish but to sing along, siren from the sea
Hearts and stomachs expanded with violins
coffee hot in mugs with deckhands wanting
fandango, passengers asked for Sebast. Bach
Captain ordered more kipper, cocoa with brandy
Her eyes blacker than coal, whole was her whiter
shade than pale as Captain drank her sea ale regaling, drank of her ale sailing, drank of her ale, paling, a Whiter Shade of Pale, spawning
[Inspired by Song : Whiter Shade of Pale /
Hagar Schon Aaronson Shrieve (Procol Harum),1967
I never know what will happen…what memories I’ll see
but I love when my imagination merges with my memory.
My memory picks a person…sometimes quite randomly
and my imagination sets that person…right in front of me.
It happened at the end of a morning walk
in the shadow of our oak tree
When I looked up…Deborah’s mom…was smiling next to me.
And it was just as I remember…though she left us long ago
the way her smile lit up her face and set her eyes aglow.
I was unable to say a word…I was captivated…enthralled.
She did not speak either…but her smile said it all.
It reminded me how she loved us…with a love gentle and kind
and when I found my voice I thanked her for the memories she left behind.
I told her not to worry…standing in the shade of that old tree
for I am taking care of your daughter
and she’s taking care of me.
Silently she nodded her head…as the night surrendered to the dawn
We exchanged another smile….and in an instant…she was gone.
As I say…imagination is a wonderful thing
when it merges with a memory…
You never know what might happen…
You never know who you might see.
CHILDREN OF THE MIDSUMMER GARDEN
Dreamy midsummer comes to the garden
Leaving her perfume so intoxicating
Colors float up – bounce like a fountain
Autumn comes soon – a lady-in-waiting.
What can you say about fragrant Rose?
So beautiful her face wherever she grows –
Sometimes she climbs, or lives in gardens,
Her sharp thorns we will pardon.
Gallant Scarlet Pimpernel,
Grow anywhere far as we can tell,
Popping up in places unexpected
Yelling “Surprise!” He’s quite unaffected.
Baby’s Breath – so light, so airy –
No scent surrounds you, no perfume;
Delicate child of summer meadow –
A wreath of flowers comes in bloom.
Bright pink and purple, blue and soft white,
Pretty Petunia won’t hide from the light;
She likes the heat – humidity too –
Welcoming all dressed in her vibrant hues.
Shy Hydrangea loves the shade
Wearing a hat of tiny blossoms;
Hidden away in her secret garden
Thankfully never forgotten.
Larkspur blue conceals a pocket –
Hides her nectar there;
But only with cousin Delphinium
Her secret she readily shares.
Sweet Pea clambers up a trellis
Wearing flowers – pink, lavender or white;
Decorates brick walls or plain wooden fences
On delicate vines – a fragrant delight.
Flowering Stock known by so many names
But her spicy perfume to all the same;
Though she may go by many an alias,
Her true self we see in her flowers so various.
Bright Lobelia doesn’t care,
Sunny or shady, makes home anywhere;
Tiny flowers of lavender or blue –
Always smiling in any hue.
Simple flower, such an innocent face,
For children making Daisy chains;
Flower of friendship – predicting love –
“Loves me – loves me not,” a favorite game
Zinnia grows in so many places,
Loves to skip across dry prairie places;
Attracting hummingbirds and bright butterflies,
Always searching for sun in the sky.
Radiant Ranunculus shines like sunshine,
Lustrous face, dazzling smile;
In landscape borders or in bouquets,
Returns every year – so versatile.
Milk froth in my espresso
Cozy pup, curled at my feet
An overpriced throw
And weathered, leather seat
Windows, east and west
Flood sunshine, all day long
Here, snuggled in my nest
Is where my soul belongs
Bare feet upon green grass
Warmed by light of day
A gentle wind, but fast
Keeps the heat at bay
Shade beneath the trees
A midday light respite
Safe, beneath the leaves
A lovely time to write
And when the sun descends
A cocktail is awaiting
Chatter, soon begins
And mild, low key, debating
No small talk around
Just opinions and depth
True passion is the sound
Heard between each breath
A warm and savory meal
As evening turns to night
A comfort, one can feel
It hits the spot just right
Today I say (the little prayer) for you
That you are blessed with more than a few
That nothing will stand in your way
Come rain, gusty winds and sunshine rays
(The little prayer) is a note to keep for you
Read it whenever you feel a little bit blue
The little prayer I pray for me today
I pray for life and less strife
I pray for safety and bravery
I pray for happiness and no more sadness
I pray for loved ones away and keep them safe everyday
May (the little prayer) last forever more
Be a steadfast and a permanent cure
To guide you out the dark night shade
To the light, bright,sunshine and that radiate
Dont ever give in or give up or let go
Hold on to (the little prayer) forever so
The little prayer I pray
For everyone today
I pray for life and less strife
I pray for safety and bravery
I pray for happiness and no more sadness
I pray for loved ones away and keep them safe everyday
If the road is a road never before taken
Dont be afraid and let bravery awaken
You've got to believe in your own heart
So that nothing ever can break you apart
Be a good person all that you can
A good lady and a good man
The little prayer I pray
For everyone today
I pray for life and less strife
I pray for safety and bravery
I pray for happiness and no more sadness
I pray for loved ones away and keep them safe everyday
And when thunder and lightning strikes
You'll be safely from all evil types
Now my last little advice for from (the little prayer)
Lets love one another and be fair
Let (the little prayer) guide you safely home
So that you kept safely from where evil roams
The little prayer I pray
For everyone today
I pray for life and less strife
I pray for safety and bravery
I pray for happiness and no more sadness
I pray for loved ones away and keep them safe everyday
Seven decades their union weighed.
Both were ninety and on Medicaid.
When hubby’s eyes saw only shade,
doc gave drops for sight upgrades.
Twice a day, with no mental disarray,
wifey gave his eyes a drops cascade.
On day six, she took drops as bade
from the desk drawer where they laid.
After two drops in both eyes stayed,
hubby closed eyes, then became afraid.
Eyes squeezed shut, he began a tirade,
throwing vile, verbal grenades,
saying something about betrayed.
She begged his eyes to not delay
in seeking an open, healthy display.
“I can’t,” is all hubby would relay.
Giving the drop bottle a quick survey,
wifey was hit with dreadful dismay
and immediately bowed to pray,
“Lord, please send medics straightaway
who know how to end superglue's foul play,
forgive me for my brain that strayed,
allow hubby’s upcoming ninetieth birthday
cause recall of glued eyes to fast decay.”
I read on the internet,
The words of an esteemed doctor,
life is about choice,
you can't blame your parents,
you can't blame the government,
you are to blame for your life,
you make the choice's,
that make your life,
A little girl,
went up to the pope,
why does god allow,
children to be hurt,
India has children,
working in coal mines,
as young as eight or nine,
father's selling kids as slave's,
You can blame the parent,
you can blame the government,
little children abused and used,
deprived of a education,
become adults,
that can, blame their parents,
that can blame the government
children that didn't have a choice
granted that in life
many choose not to try
many a child, blame's the parent,
when in truth,
it is their own lack of effort,
their own bad choice's,
yet the answer is never,
black and white,
parents are not perfect,
we make mistakes,
we have faults,
but going around in a circle of blame,
helps no one,
life is not,
black and white
sometimes it's a shade of grey,
granted faults lie with the parents,
faults also lie with the children,
yet change is best affected on the self,
set yourself small steps,
steps aimed, at overcoming the problem,
can't read that's a problem,
learn to read that's the solution,
to shy thats the problem,
learn to talk,
thats the solution,
granted life is about choice,
you can learn to overcome,
feeling depressed all the time,
read jokes learn to laugh,
that's the solution,
find away,to stop thinking that way,
blaming people create's anger,
around and around you go,
fighting bickering,
staying on the round about of pain,
granted we can all blame our parents,
blame the people that we loved,
they make mistakes,
find solutions not pain.
your parents didn't give you love,
learn to cuddle your children,
learn to become better than your parents,
life is about change be prepared to change.
Musical,
like a thousand wild birds;
singing in a green forest joyful.
Heavenly,
like a red rose blooming;
in the dripping dawn of a new day.
Elegant,
like the towering trees;
along a forest path in the shade.
Beautiful,
like a sunset falling;
like all the bright stars twinkling above.
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February 14, 2021
Poetry/Parallelogram de Crystalline Verse/My Love Is
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1329-518-14
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Images in Parallel
sponsor, Joseph May, Judged 03/15/2021