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Here's a story about a Leprechaun
But it's not exactly what you think
For this one was over seven foot tall
Til one day when he started to shrink
Now everybody knows about leprechauns
And how they hide their pot of gold
But you better wait til this story is over
So now, listen close, to how it's told
Now Tuck was a little more than 7 foot tall
He picked the apples straight off the trees
He also like to play those leprechaun games
Course he had to play on his knees
See, Tuck wasn't no ordinary leprechaun
He was from the hills of Tennessee
Now Hillbilly leprechauns are really rare
And It's something that you hardly ever see
He was born at the end of a magic rainbow
Way back in leprechaun hollow
And the first time you see one that's 7 foot tall
Well, that was just something kinda hard to swallow
They banished him from the leprechaun clan
So, one day, he set out on his own
He found himself, in a place called Ireland
Thousands of miles from home
When he come across three tiny leprechauns
Just sitting and shooting the breeze
See, they'd been trying for hours now
To knock the apples out of those trees
Tuck said, "Fellas I can get you them apples,
But tell me, what's in it for me?"
See, Tuck was a very good horse trader
When he was living back in Tennessee
"We'll trade you our pot of gold", one said
But his fingers were crossed, and he was faking
So Tuck grabbed a hold of one of those limbs
And the whole dang tree started shaking
Those apples started falling everywhere
Just bouncing all over the ground
When one of them picked up a golden apple
And yelled, "Hey Tuck, look what I found"
Now them Irish leprechauns are mighty sneaky
And Tuck took it before he was thinkin'
He opened his mouth and took a big bite
And that's when he suddenly started shrinkin'
All three leprechauns started to laugh
And said, "You're no taller than a garden gnome"
But that's exactly what he was hoping for
For now Tuck can go back home
See, a leprechaun would never give up his gold
And he knew it was some kind of trick
The shrinking spell is the oldest in the book
And they're left with the short end of the stick
they're looking cool,
the haka, with passion lots
of aggression,
All blacks looking to disrupt,
opening minutes of the game,
hands on the ball,
first out of the line outs
lovely little chip
chip it's on...
playing advantage
it's hosing down
it's pretty solid-gone blind side
solid scrum, "engage"!
set ball
collapse far side
cross and hold
away from the tackle
10 out from the 22
broken tackle
17 minutes gone, 7-0
straight off the top
good burst, quick hands
chase cross kick
wasted opportunity
solid hit
knocked on!
quick turnover
All blacks turn this one...
kicked into touch
bind up! bind up!
engage!
loose ball, hit the rack hard-
drives around the fringe
two players off side
just out from the 22
keen to keep it alive
5 metre mark all blacks looking
strong
looking for the gap
on the charge
Ireland broken through All black
defense
easy try, ...bounced away
back on the attack
good drive
launch the attack
here comes the bullet
closing the gap
come on, put it in!
crunch and hold
stepping his way through
Bit of an Oscar there!
take it right to the limit
squeezed at the line outs
going for drop goal-...wide,
lapse of concentration
cost Ireland many metres
great pressure
scrum feed
sits up well
test match on knife edge
drills another behind
Ireland on the attack
All black bench, very active
absorbing stuff
good delivery
running hard past a couple
All blacks snap it up
to the charge
Irish defense holding
All blacks surviving off Irish errors
5 metres out
2 players off side
interfering with presentation
going for the push over
looking for a better hit
best on the blind side
All blacks between the posts
got the momentum
He's having a big game
Big moment
the flag is up
All blacks heading for the line...
All blacks respond when the
squeeze in on...It's a TRY!
All blacks 27 Ireland 17
at the mission in the Bowery
when the addict comes in at night
they are ushered through electronic doors that
slam shut like a prison
echoing down the hall &
with few people on staff
they make their rounds in the greater part of the shelter
with walkie-talkies hooked to them
but no weapons or defense tools of any kind
which might allow for those spending their evenings
cleaning the laundry of the homeless &
taking care to the best of their ability
of those that the rest of society has left to die
in the garbage bin that is the piss ridden street---
in the emergency room
where those that walk straight off the street are allowed to
keep shelter,
but only shelter,
they need not even give their names &
they are not hassled by the help---
they remain huddled together
nodding off in a stupor
with the staff checking on this specific room
every 15 minutes
with the hope that no one has drifted off to an overdose---
those with the walkies also have a needle on them at all times
which contains a good dose of adrenaline &
after gratuitous exercises upon being hired,
of shoving the needle into a ripe orange
over & over
(as if this is supposed to prepare you for shoving it in a human being
who has just overdosed),
they are told to be on the ready
for such a moment to arise
when they will need to use it---
upon entering the emergency room,
those who have come in off the streets often,
having no respect for those with jobs & lives that
they can no longer even imagine, or perhaps from a greater disdain for
society as a whole,
they often ridicule the help,
cursing at them,
maybe not even conscious that they are doing so &
it is all in a night’s work to ignore or tolerate these insults
to the best of one’s ability
in hope that they are not struck or physically attacked
because an adrenaline needle & a walkie-talkie
isn’t going to stop someone who has nothing left in the world but
rage.
When the nights light grow dim and the shadows bounces around in the sky, I will closed my eyes and reach towards the heaven and touch you, when the stars are dancing about and my spirits start to shout, I will climb on top of the roof and march around in my army boot.
I sit here all alone flying around the world putting the pieces together
And leaning on America, my hopes are high as I marched towards the sky, and sits on top of the mountain, I could see everything, the landscape, the heartbreak and people looking for love in the wrong places
And the market women with loads, on top of their head caught in the early morning bangarang and the mid-day customers squeeze, while their husband lie in bed entertaining the spirit of the dead and desperation lift their anxiety.
It is a strange Phenomenon that you cannot understand when the universe starts marching hand in hand and touch the dignity in me. It is powerful it is mighty and it is strong
I see you walking up that stairs, with power in the tip of your finger nails and the smiles that lights up the whole world it is something magnificent to behold and the rhythm keep playing in my head as I watched you walked into that role, the applause went up in the sky and screams and shouts bellow through the clouds and scattered everywhere.
It is magnificent to sit on top of the mountain and watch you operating on the ground and communicate with the deity in long gowns, I can see from every angle how the great man tumble, he wept bitterly on the ground because he couldn’t wear the crown, it is the light from the mid-night skies that deprived him of it and anxiety pushed him straight off the cliff.
The mountain is high, the valley is deep she has reached the pinnacle and my soul is at peace come and look at the crowd celebrating in the streets.
I was sitting in my room,
Looking at the stars,
When all of a sudden,
I thought I saw Mars,
I went out of the house,
And looked all around,
I got into my rocket ship,
Straight off the ground.
Milky Way Dairy,
Here I come,
My pockets are full,
To spend on my tum.
Oh, gosh how many
People are here,
Guess I’ll have to queue,
That’s pretty clear
I got out of my ship,
And saw the rotator,
I turned and saw a
Wow kind of waiter,
A strange looking alien,
And laden with shakes,
And to my relief,
I also see choc. Flakes!
The stools are actually ,
Floating in mid-air,
And the waiters mingle
Around, with such flair.
I say to the waiter I’ll
Have a Sundae, Oh
Never mind,
Make that a Monday!
What a menu this is,
And oh what a choice,
After spending my money
I’ll have no voice!
But truly folks,
The Milky Way is a treat,
And you come by Rocket ship,
Such a cool feat!
Take the family there,
And on arrival you’ll find,
A Drive-thru and menu
That’s One of a kind!
So first take a left,
And then a sharp right,
And the Milky way Dairy,
Is almost in sight!
And there in the skies,
And amongst all the stars,
Lies a dream world of Sundaes,
Flakes and Milky bars.
I entered this contest yesterday as a re-post but noticed today it was not on my list of poems so did the necessary.
Re-entry from a posted poem from APRIL 2019
POEM COMPETITION : Nonsense Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Charles Messina
2021/09/12
I wake up at 7:30 sharp, to
The static of my alarm clock
No discernable noise except for
My own voice whispering, "Today
is The Day."
I could crawl back into bed and pretend
Not to have heard; I could instead pretend
To fall back into my dreams. That way,
I can at least ignore the truth for another hour
Or more.
At some point, but not now, I will have to wake and
Tell you that I don't love you anymore, and hang
Up to the sound of you hating me. And what a shame,
Because you just
Couldn't wait to see me. At last, your Little Lottie will
Prove to be the traitor you never thought she'd be.
I hear the sound of morning, it sounds like daybreak mourning
For the
Promises I made that I can't bear to keep. I regret the day I ever
Said I swore never to leave. I toss and turn until finally, there's no
Doubt that I am awake. I tiptoe through my day as if on eggshells,
Flinching
When you call. I close my bedroom door, throw my pillow on the floor
Take a seat, and learn firsthand the language of goodbye. I stumble
Through my speech, hear you begging me. You don't understand
How I could
Even go through with such a thing. At your house, it must be World War III
But for the first time all day, I feel myself breathe. The weight of you just rolls
Straight off of me, and for the first time in weeks, I can fall fast asleep. And though
Your world
Just falls apart, I become eerily whole, as if I never needed you, not once, not at all.
No offense, but I'm just so relieved, because as of today, June 18th, I find
That I'll survive completely fine
Like fire burning sturdy wood, I won't
Waste your time or mine
A LOT OF NONSENSE
I was sitting in my room,
Looking at the stars,
When all of a sudden,
I thought I saw Mars,
I went out of the house,
And looked all around,
I got into my rocket ship,
Straight off the ground.
Milky Way Dairy,
Here I come,
My pockets are full,
To spend on my tum.
Oh, gosh how many
People are here,
Guess I’ll have to queue,
That’s pretty clear
I got out of my ship,
And saw the rotator,
I turned and saw a
Wow kind of waiter,
A strange looking alien,
And laden with shakes,
And to my relief,
I also see choc. Flakes!
The stools are actually ,
Floating in mid-air,
And the waiters mingle
Around, with such flair.
I say to the waiter I’ll
Have a Sundae, Oh
Never mind,
Make that a Monday!
What a menu this is,
And oh what a choice,
After spending my money
I’ll have no voice!
But truly folks,
The Milky Way is a treat,
And you come by Rocket ship,
Such a cool feat!
Take the family there,
And on arrival you’ll find,
A Drive-thru and menu
That’s One of a kind!
So first take a left,
And then a sharp right,
And the Milky way Dairy,
Is almost in sight!
And there in the skies,
And amongst all the stars,
Lies a dream world of Sundaes,
Flakes and Milky bar
Re-entry from a posted poem from APRIL 2019
POEM COMPETITION : Nonsense Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Charles Messina
2021/09/12
MOSCOW SHOP GIRL’S ANGER
Never knew quite what wind blew up her skirt
Maybe the way I dressed or my shoe’s unbrushed dirt
Like a woman scorned, her fury knew no bounds
Like when the fox has successfully eluded the hounds
The tongue-lashing was the first salvo in her armament
Couldn’t even get a word in to show my disagreement
Oh but the extremes of modulation in her voice tone
Made me glad I could see her and not just be on the phone
For the facial gestures and the eyelash lashes she performed
Were an accompaniment not to miss in her tirade as she stormed
Through Act I into Act II when the hands on hips were a prelude
To a theatrical show that simply had to be viewed
Then the head was tossed several times for effect
And the brushed hair floated around in a circle perfect
I’m sure the audience was rapt and about to applaud
Had they not seen something about her display which was flawed
Her rhetorical questions, her cleft sentences, her exclamation marks
Left no impression on her target, like smiling at a dog that barks
This guy, they thought, must be deaf, dumb and blind
To be so unimpressed by a prima donna performance of this kind?
Maybe he is straight off the funny farm and unaware of her sarcasm?
Or perhaps he has a weak constitution and is about to have a spasm?
They had no inkling and neither did she : the reason for my lack of discussion
Was simply that I didn’t understand her spoken Russian.
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Entered in Andrea's Contest
SHOW ME THE FUNNY PART TWO
Birdsong wakens me at the crack of dawn
I try hard to get back to sleep until the early morn
Heading for the bathroom I ‘tinkle’ on the loo
On rousing I think its something that most people do!
Straight off to the kitchen and I turn the kettle on
I hear the button ‘click’ then make a cup of tea for one
The toaster pops up and I spread jam on the toasted bread
I always have some breakfast so I can face the day ahead
The radio greets me with news, some happy and some bad
Tragic events across the globe make me oh so very sad
I run the bath and relax then splash in the soapy bubbles
Wash away my cares and de-stress from my life troubles
Then after I get dressed I slam shut the front door
I’m off to supervise exams; it’s a job that I adore
My car engine purrs softly during my trip to work
I sing along to the radio, I sound a complete berk!
Into the exam room hall we creep and get it all prepared
Soon student’s sit in silence – some of them look so scared!
I dash off to the grocery store; tills bleep as they are really busy
The music in the shop is so loud it makes me feel quite dizzy
Soon I am home again and its time to prepare our tea
Steaks sizzling in the pan for my husband and me
I clatter around the kitchen busily clearing up the mess
Carelessly drop a plate on the floor, it shatters I confess
After tea I hear my husband loudly snoring away!!
These are a few sounds I have heard during my day
Sounds of the Day Contest Sponsored by Nayda Ivette Negron
06~18~16
she is the sun...spraying rays of light like bullets into my body and my brain
locked up tighter than a refugee rider on a south bound suicide train
straight off the tracks
swimming in sulfer, sweat pouring off my back
she slays and slashes burns and bashes
she comes divine but leaves like doom
shooting stars that crack the invincible dome
she's the one
she is a star...like a laser beam in my bad dreams
she screams across the universe
she comes like a blessing and leaves like a curse
she's a meteorite burning up my skies
with x-ray vision and an x-rated mind
she rips the disguise off my face and it falls
luna de loco...all alone
she's the one'
she is the moon...hunting me like a warewolf of wicked desire
i can't escape her fury i can't escape her fire
like metal to a magnet and a moth to a flame
she haunts me and hurts me
she's a predator stalking her prey
she crushes my soul and she knows she won
like tornados twisting tons
she's the one
she is the wind...she comes like a breeze with coolness and ease
she whirls around spinning until i fall to my knees
she picks up speed with terror and unholy dysfunction
she's a dragon of destruction
she rips holes in my heart as i'm spun in fear frenzies
she murders the masses behind rose colored lenses
she slays my senses 1000 miles an hour fast in her spiritual blender
wasted and recycled she sweeps me off to hades where her mad flowers bloom
lost in her love forever, now like a napkin i fold
a million times this tale has been told
she's the one