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Seventeen thousand special K
vanished into thin air
in one fell swoop life savings
fraudulent fiend did clear
yours truly duped
courtesy scammer with consummate flair
rowdies in peanut gallery doth jeer
raucous insult to injury outware
any remaining shred,
where peace of mind concerned
unraveling threads feeling victimized
Harvey Specter's lobbed hand grenades
fractured, exploded, destroyed... psyche
how mean spirited and unfair.
Amidst din in noggin
analogous to tower of Babel
meaningless mysterious cable
enclosed holding key
to deliver remuneration
bringing tears of joy
and Hollywood ending
to torturous surreal fable
decrypted applying
following conversion table
7.15 6.21.14.4 13.5
fiasco from fraudster
(fiendish) frazzles father
would elicit flickering salvation.
I still haint reckoned with reality
and shake me head in disbelief
mourning forsaken legal tender
while yours truly merrily
strolling along information superhighway
unexpected encountering grief
sorely missing nest egg
linkedin with devilish scheme hatched
when computer hacker
impersonating Apple technician
lured me into a virtual net.
He (who spoke
with a clipped English affect)
his trust earned,
though no questions I asked him,
thus never double checked
truthfulness of authenticity
regarding his being credentialed
by Apple Computer Company
only after the fact painfully learning
checking and savings accounts wrecked.
Expertise with fleecing
sheepish folks like me
most likely found him laughing
all the way to the bank
donning poised demeanor ernest and frank
allowed, enabled, and provided
being emboldened, empowered
to pull off heist,
which legerdemain possibly refined
playing many a boyhood prank
pull the wool over my eyes
and extracting legal tender
he slyly, knowingly,
and deftly did yank
key personal information
compromising willpower to remain alive,
whereat suicidal ideation
(via prescription medication overdose)
teases as modus operandi to escape
death by a thousand cuts
unsure how I can weather insolvency,
a bitter battle to survive
and bear witness to monies thrive.
Undulating emotions
are encircling all around
Discomboblating and muffling
the impression of sounds
Retarding the stillness
of abiding on smooth ground
It's like:
What do?
I do?
Do I
Take a walk
worn down
unshining
strapping on
buckled high
heeled shoe
bling
Or do I
Sit with
drooping butt
reading
unfortunate news
of their bust
out of luck
Do I
Flail
amid flustering
dropping the
glass breaking
pieced together
anew rule?
Or do I
Watch
returning episodes
of Cops busting out
laughing inside
an inebriation with
broken down
old fools?
Do I dye
the endings of
my pink hair
looking in
reflective mirrors
with a vanity
in wear?
Or do I
Pick apart
those strolling
around town
of unkempt
bare faced ugly
wearing cloths
horribly bent
Do I
Write poems
not punching
time clocks
at work
involved in
artistically lyrical
musings of
attention grabbing
Or do I
Pic apart
someone's art
painting on
canvas stealing
brushes
streaking
fire igniting
criticism
unmatched
Undulating emotions
are encIrcing all around
Discomboblating and muffling
the impressions of sound
Retarding the stillness
of abiding on smooth ground
it was past midnight when werewolf stepped in,
through creaking door of derelict dungeon,
half moon lit the scraggy forest around,
amongst decapitated trees Owl’s sound!
foot prints guided his destination quest,
ground was soggy that slugs chose to infest,
he opened the main door to great big hall,
was there to attend Franks tea party call!
giant oak table at centre of room,
large candles were melting to lessen gloom,
head of table with Eva was Frankenstein,
party to celebrate year that has been!
the count in his black cape was first to greet,
nodded his head and got up on his feet,
Frank roared hearty welcome to hairy beast,
spread his arm to gesture at laid out feast!
sat at table were many vampire guests,
ghosts and goblins that humans would detest!
Adam’s family sat, Hand* by their side,
Lurch* strolling with skeleton dressed as bride!
past midnight was best time for them to meet,
the world was asleep and darkness was sweet,
party reason was viral pandemic,
where many had perished and more were sick!
Frank and Eva had arranged this lavish fest,
cheer year that put evil humans to test,
dancing singing till first dawn they would stay,
thanks to Virus they had long holiday!!
12th position
22/08/2021
Frankenstein’s tea party
Joe Maverick sponsored
10 syllables each line PS counter
* characters from Adam’s family
I could adorn you
with great riches,
but my greatest gift
to you is my poetry.
Like a pearl without an oyster,
I roll along a precipitous path,
through a plethora of vacant shells -
none seem to be my sanctuary.
Slightly dizzy, swirling and twirling,
my glass heart illuminates,
scintillating upon dust and blackness,
seeking that opalescent path,
where dawn is greeted with crystal skies.
Meadows glisten in emerald dew drops,
as luminous rose gold sun silently soars,
awakening sleeping tulips to spread their petals.
Sun rays blossom through amethyst stained glass,
reflecting upon her bronze plum cheeks,
shimmering upon her ruby - rosy lips.
Revelations of silver glints in her eyes
are like diamonds that only sparkle for me.
When our shades infuse and absorb,
our spirits float like a spectrum of butterflies.
Juices flow like emerging stars at twilight -
An end to lonely monotonous darkness.
But what am I,
but a lonely pearl 'rolling
and strolling,' yearning to feel
glorified within my beloved's
opalescent path.
Just taking a stroll today into Spring,
the sky is a lovely shade of azure blue;
and how joyful the birds chirp and sing,
the trees sway and rustle in a peaceful hue.
The sky is a lovely shade of azure blue,
a distant stream is calling, calling my name;
the trees sway and rustle in a peaceful hue,
a view from the shore- like peering into an art frame.
A distant stream is calling, calling my name,
rippling water chatters along its far, far journey;
a view from the shore- like peering into an art frame,
and butterflies drift all twirling, swirling and flirty.
Rippling water chatters along its far, far journey,
I follow the stream until I reach a wildflower meadow;
and butterflies drift all twirling, swirling and flirty,
I am greeted by a symphony of birds like a concert allegro.
I follow the stream until I reach a wildflower meadow,
and how joyful the birds chirp and sing;
I am greeted by a symphony of birds like a concert allegro,
just taking a stroll today into Spring.
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May 08, 2022
Poetry/Pantoum/Strolling Into Spring
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1454-339-08
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, A Rhyming Pantoum of Five Stanzas
sponsor, L MILTON HANKINS, Judged 06/04/2022
Yup, here they come
hippies, yuppies, kiddies and Millenials, generation X on the run
they gather at the restaurants and malls
ten or twelve six feet apart walk along the walls
casually strolling pass the limited entry stores
no longer able to stay at home, so tired and so bored.
There's Old Joe and John, laughing as they wave their hands
to Sue and Lynn, Morgan and Zoe in the corner stand
masks upon their face, sauntering with grace
hoping to find a sale within this space,
but security is riding on their segway racers
courting those who appear displacers.
There are no flash mobs here
all the people hold back their fears
these once avid partygoers
are now streamlined floaters
longing, aching, wishful thinking of party times
when they all danced and drank alcoholic wines.
he looks at her eyes
butterflies surf dreams within
strolling twilight beach
shooting stars make wish
Prince wakes up serene Snow White
something melts the night
stream of passion flows
non stop chimes of Cupid choir
crystallizing breath
backdrop of embrace
pearl in heart of oyster blooms
covenant of love
Sponsor Rick Parise
Contest 1 -12 lines ONLY - A Poem That Did NOT Receive A Ribbon Placement 1-3
Date written.. 24th July 2019
Earlier submitted to the following contest
Sponsor Jamie Pan
Contest Name Multiple-Haikus
Featured 50 in best new poems
Fernando Ramone was a Latin lover
Who dazzled the girls with his charm
He could often be seen strolling along
With a gorgeous girl on each arm
It didn't feel much different this night
Though the mood in the bar was uneasy
As he wandered in, all eyes were on him
He was sweating and feeling queasy
Tension was thick, could be cut with a knife
With conviction he strode to the bar
A shot rang out from the back of the room
Ramone dropped, his mouth oddly ajar
Patrons froze as he lay in a heap
Not a single sound could be heard
A man emerged from the back of the room
Strode forward without saying a word
Gasps were heard as he came into the light
Deputy Marshall John Parker by name
Tracking down Ramone for many years
A rampage of mayhem his fame
Ramone was wanted in twenty-three states
For a ten year murderous spree
Asked why he shot him without any warning
Parker mumbled the name Anabellee
Anabellee was one of his victims
And the daughter of Deputy John
Rage and revenge was all he could feel
Then the vengeance was suddenly gone
Deputy Parker is now serving time
For the murder of Fernando Ramone
Some say Parker should really be freed
But killing cannot be condoned
In a dream, beneath Columbus' watchful gaze,
Where the capitol’s dome with the blue heavens waltz,
Strolling alongside the Governor, in harmonious ways,
Our footsteps chanced upon the city's hidden vaults.
Dusk beckoned, a murmur urging us to roam,
Cleveland, my home, through the fantasy did thread,
First adrift, then guided by heart back home,
A train missed, the voyage's lament, a path of dread.
Another locomotive, with heartbeats encased in metal's hold,
My briefcase and luggage, on the platform abandoned in the frost,
A conductor’s poetic words, let go of your baggage, be bold,
Tales of life's loads, and the art of releasing what's lost.
Halted, the train on destiny's meticulously drawn line,
A voyage through life, where loss and blessing entwine,
At every halt, a lesson, an opportunity to align,
Where dreams and reality, over time, combine.
Central Park radiates beauty when you’re in love. It transforms into a slice of heaven, where every moment feels like a poet's dream. Imagine harps playing softly and golden crowns illuminating a blissful paradise. As twilight falls, the air is electric with romance; lovers' dreams ignite with every spark.
Experience the enchantment of Central Park, where the artistic and poetic collide in a stunning display. Towering trees and the skyline offer a backdrop that creates a magical atmosphere—truly a gateway to paradise. This space embodies the dreams of poets, filled with vibrant crystals, rubies, diamonds, sapphires, and pearls—or simply a place to relax among nature’s weeds. It’s where love stories unfold.
Colorful hot air balloons drift gracefully above, and the sounds of Bollywood fill the air, creating an enchanting ambiance that continues long after dark.
Come, and let your heart feel the magic of Central Park,
Poetic, artistic, romantic, trees and sky liners Central Park the gates of heaven in clear view,
It’s heavenly yet powerful; Poets dreams Cristal, Ruby, Diamond, Sapphire Pearl or gold or just chilling its tares amongst the weeds Strolling or experiencing it’s where lovers meet; Colorful hot air balloons circle the park
Bollywood again and again after dark