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Pink Is Having a Moment
with
the new pink cricket ball,
pink soccer boots,
Yes, it's True Folks! It's a fair game!
But,
no World Cup team
is clad in pink—
they think it's too tame,
or maybe too bold,
a distraction
which amounts to the same.
Pink in fashion
is always arriving fresh,
and returning.
In nature, though,
it's as old as a daybreak
and twice as enduring.
Pink panthers,
pink flamingos,
pink slips, pink gin,
pink carnations in a lapel,
powdered pink wigs on
pink elephants after midnight,
drifting through Versailles
in clouds of rose-red perfume mist;
gate-crashing catwalks,
then riding away
in the Shock of the New—
A Shiny Pink Cadillac.
But don't expect
the pink moment,
to last very long.
It'll be left
as a glinting hint
subdued in the background.
Blushing in sunsets,
hiding in seashells,
lounging lazily
inside ripe watermelons,
lingering in galloping galahs,
coral reef fish fins flaps,
and the inner demure curves
of a conch shell.
It will fade from fashion
around the end of July.
Pink's moment will pass.
Yet, somewhere, out there—
A rose will ignore them,
a flamingo will stand on one leg,
and the evening sky
will blush
without permission!
and
the world will discover
Pink isss It!
all over again.
Laying in a field of clover, my white shirt stained with green
The day is almost over, the sun hides in-between
The white spun clouds of Autumn, above the castle’s lawn
I mean to pass the time here, until the break of dawn
I wake to feel the sun, beat on my placid face
And so I rise and walk, a slow and tranquil pace
A team of trotting horses, pulling canons pass me by
The knights are close behind, I hear the victory cry
And so I join my men, on this a forlorn day
Preparing for the armies, heading fast this way
I grab my lance and shield, and kneel to say a prayer
And soon to mount my horse, and lead it from it’s lair
My armor now feels heavy, my horse begins to sag
My duty to the queen, and to my country’s flag
Has moved me to forget, the field where once I laid
And off to war I go, I dare not be afraid
Through days of mortal combat, and cries of dying men
I sped through scenes of carnage, and crossed the bloodied glen
That led us to the battle field, beyond the Cliffs of Dover
And trampled through in hundreds, across that field of clover
Because you’re a poet, that’s why
Behind the thick crimson and gold thread curtains
he stands listening to the din of the audience
searching their seats for popcorn crumbs
while roaming hands brush against the legs
of those sitting closest
The young girls get the winks
and free drinks as the old men
vie for position, straightening their hair
and flashing thick wallets
from stretched out back pockets
He peeks through the slit in the
fancy brocade drapes to find a full house,
everyone is here, the self imposed mayor
wearing a handmade campaign button
shakes hands and seeks signatures
Mrs. Broadmore assigns seats in her row
as the little people gather around, telling her
how beautiful she is while hoping for a glimpse
of the diamond crusted gin filled flask she keeps
tucked away in her left garter
The lights dim as the depressed sulk to their seats in the balcony,
broken hearts fill the back rows closest to the bar,
cheerleaders in pink lipstick and short skirts, the football team
all stoned out of their minds and the debate club collect in the center
while the pretty people, the wealthy pose in the front rows
He gets the signal as the curtain slowly lifts
to the ceiling on well oiled pulleys
There is not a sound as he makes his way
to the microphone at center stage, dead silence
but he reads his poem anyway
It is obvious he is no Leonard Cohen
but he does his best as he recites the verses
he has penned especially for this evening
Upon finishing he stares out as two people
clap their approval and the others whisper and look away
His shoulders drop as he leaves the stage,
head hung low, crumbling the paper he had read from
and tossing it in the trash as he wonders aloud, “Why, why do I do it?”
A janitor sweeping near the exit door hears him
and shaking his head replies, “Because you’re a poet, that’s why”
I reposted this poem because……..I like this one. : )
The freedom bell rang but the bullets still flew
I remember when death was all around, I remember the dark rain in the air as my adrenaline grew
I saw you go down, I saw your lose.
Twelve man assault team touched down in an enemy base where WMD’s were being fuelled.
The world never knew.
We tore through their defence lines.
We hit so hard they had little time.
We killed everything that moved.
We stopped the weapons being used to rain death on millions of lives we’d never know or we never knew.
But twelve men went in and two survived, that’s me and you.
Now your gone from this life with injuries of the mind that took you
I keep the flowers by your graveside I keep talking to you.
I sweep the rubbish in the park, I listen to the people talking. I smile as they go by, I see them thinking I’m just some uneducated fool!
They don’t know my life, they don’t know what I used to do.
I sit in the sunshine in the park to eat my food. I see children play together on the green grass, children of yellow, white, black, children so full of life playing together and I pray to them from me and you.
Do better than all the generations that came before you.
Do better than just promise lies with words you say that you know will never come true.
Do better than be a woman, do better than be a man so we don’t have to kill and die to protect the dreams of you. So that we don’t have to kill and die for you in foreign lands.
Gregg is greatly revered by his younger brother,
For his basketball shooting, skill and dexterity,
He was born Nov. 1996 in Leigh in Lancashire,
And is a 2.0 player with much junior activity.
In 2010 at Lord Taverners Nat. Junior Champs,
He was the most improved Under 15 player,
And at the GB Junior Summer Camp, amps,
He was also the most greatly improved player.
He became a part of the England North team,
In 2012, and they won Sainsbury’s School gold,
And at the Under 22 European Champs mean,
He helped to collect the bronze with his hold.
In Japan at the Kitakyushu Cup, Junior Men’s,
2014, his basketball team won the silver medal,
And in Rio they won the bronze, had gold pens:
Gregg enjoys playing drums for his twaddle.
Yeah you struck out a lot but when you connected it was majestic and I've never before or since seen anyone lay out for a ball like you
You looked like a biker or one of the plant workers so familiar in my hometown or like any other guy on my dad's union league softball team in that powder blue
While I was too young for your '79 masterpiece (though I later memorized all the stats) I followed every at-bat when you tied for the crown with Reggie in '82
I came home from school one afternoon and they told me you'd been traded to Cleveland and I cried and to this day I resent the two nobodies they got in return and I still don't understand what exactly they were trying to do
All's well that ends well because after a few years they came to their senses and brought you home and I was there at "Gorman Night" when you made your triumphant return to County Stadium and to our Brew Crew
June 9, 2017
You cannot make me he said
Forehead tight, his face all red
He was quite bright
And was so right
I will not do it
He would not sit.
You can’t make me!
He kicked and bit
His parents came to school one day
They were having trouble too
They came to see if we had a way
They did not know what to do
He runs from us, the daddy said
He respects us not a whit.
A team of teachers gave them many suggestions.
We cannot. They replied. He would throw a fit.
So they kept rewarding his behaviors, bad.
And now ten years later I am truly sad
To report that you-cannot-make-me is in jail.
Some of us teachers send him regular mail.
There's a special man I call my "friend",
With a heart that's gracious without end.
He employs it fully to love or grieve,
Yet never shames it upon his sleeve.
When side-by-side it's plain to see,
That we're as different as men can be.
We're yin to yang, to be exact,
And I'm as white as he is black.
My hair is straight, his head is nappy,
I'm oft subdued, he's always happy.
He's well-to-do, I'm hand-to-mouth,
And tho' I'm a Yankee, he's from deep South.
I'm quite capricious, he's even-coursed,
He's married years, I'm twice divorced.
He's traveled as far as a soul can roam,
While I've stayed mostly close to home.
I'm a simple gent, he's a true "class-act",
Yet we roll as one, and that's a fact.
Now, with all this contrast you might wonder,
Why our pact's not easily torn asunder.
But see, what's important to him and me,
Goes far beyond what others see ...
The things that count, when said-and-done,
Are the ways we think and believe as one.
What matters the most, right from the start,
Is how we connect with a kindred heart.
For we have a bond that can't be seen,
That's timeless, precious, and amaranthine.
And it's true that we're born of different mothers,
But this journey through life we make as brothers.
True, I have no vision what's to be our fate,
But I'm sure we're meant for something great.
For we share an exciting and wondrous dream,
That requires a strong and devoted team.
And throughout our journey, day-to-day,
The good fortune will be mine to say,
That in all the ways that I've been blessed,
When it came to friends, I had the best.
Happy Birthday, Buddy, don't mind the sum,
For I'm wishing you many more ... to come!
~ 7th Place ~ in the "Occasional Poetry" Poetry Contest, Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer, Judge & Sponsor.
( For my Buddy, Partner, and Wingman - Robbo T )
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in her doing, is named or termed
as climaxiousfemmedevious.....
the term used as a male in persuit of a male
while the other is involed against the others wishes
is termed or said to be
meaniomalodeveintiez......
being involved with either event as a team, group or gang is
termed as gangiousmeaniotakious.......
a male persuits of a female is termed
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a female in persuit of a male is
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a female in pursuit of a male to be parent is
termed Ovorectiuoscarro...
a male in pursuit of a woman to have her pregant
is termed beggiobraggiousovo...
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I was on stage the other night,
Entertaining people and showing no sign of fright.
Me, the one who used to be so shy,
Looking them right in the eye,
Giving them their money's worth
And being paid back with their laughter and good cheer.
It felt good,
More than I knew it could,
But as a matter of fact
What I liked best,
Was working with such a great team,
On and off stage they were the best.
To be part of such a team is really quite a dream,
To have their confidence placed in you
Is even more supreme.
So here's to the cast,
May they be friends to the last.
Here's to the producer,
She couldn't have done better.
Here's to lighting and sound
With no fault to be found.
Here's to props who came up tops.
Here's to make-up who showed us how to face up.
Here's to to the stage manager who made it right on the night.
Here's to the prompt who kept us all in line.
Here's to the theatre which brought us all together.