They discussed their friend in a secret way
She is cuckoo, looney tunes, said Gay
Zany, weird, unbalanced, said Gee Gee
How much stranger can she be?
Woman they were discussing heard their talk
She dropped them all with nary a squawk
Including her traitorous sister, Lula May Sue
I would have too, wouldn’t you?
Categories:
lula, women,
Form: Rhyme
many people wished to know why president Macron
was denied to participate to Brics summit
in South Africa.
Could he spy on them?
Was he thinking to join Brics?
Could he interrupt the summit with his personal agendas?
President Putin could not participate to the summit
as the International Criminal Court was pushing
South African officials to arrest him which could interrupt the Brics summit.
Brazil’s president " Lula da Silva" called on Wednesday
for the Brics nations to create a common currency
for trade and investment between each other,
as a means of reducing their vulnerability
to dollar exchange-rate fluctuations.
BRICS formally announced Iran,
Saudi Arabia, UAE, Argentina,
Egypt and Ethiopia as full
members starting from
January next year.
President of South Africa received many appreciations
for the good role of negotiator and organiser
of a successful Brics summit.
August 25/2023
Categories:
lula, africa, political,
Form: Free verse
They say he is a loser, with his finger cut off,
A politician in name, a president so soft.
His people call him "nine-fingered Lula",
An image of a man with much to prove, much to suffer.
He abstained from sending weapons to Ukraine,
A surprise to many, a shift in his game.
For he was expected to follow the lead,
To jump off the cliff without any heed.
But he stood his ground, he broke the mold,
He refused to let his people be sold.
He may be unpopular, unable to walk the streets,
But he holds his head high, his spirit never retreats.
For he knows that a true leader is not judged by fame,
But by the actions they take, the lives they claim.
He may have removed support, benefits for some,
But he did it for a cause, not just for fun.
So let us not judge him by what we hear,
But by what we know, what we hold dear.
For in the end, it is not the glory we seek,
But the legacy we leave, the lessons we teach.
Categories:
lula, africa, courage, integrity, judgement,
Form: Free verse
My Dear Aunt Mabel, I am responding to your Annual Spring Letter
And hope you are recovering from the bloat, and feeling much better,
I wanted you to know that, with the cold, I am wearing the sweater
Since it came from England, I feel like I’m an international jet-setter!
I sliced my finger on the juicer, so now, to the doctor I am a debtor,
I am hoping that misfortune won’t cause my finger to develop a tetter
Be sure to tell me if Aunt Fay’s son, Sid, is still locked in the fetter.
Is Aunt Lula Fay’s gay nephew, well …, uh, I hear he’s a real go-getter.
Is it true, what I hear, that he works for the space program as a vettor?
Aunt Mabel, thinking it would be good if you adopted an Irish Setter….
This spring, it seems to me, is much colder and most definitely wetter.
Well, I must close. It’s late. Looking forward to your next letter.
P.S. I bought a new Bissell! A friend asks if you can teach him to whistle!
written April 16, 2022
Categories:
lula, fun, relationship, silly,
Form: Monorhyme
Yesterday, I received Auntie Mabel’s end-of-the-year letter
Seems, after another bout with arthritis, she is some better,
She reports that Aunt Lula Fay’s nephew is no longer in fetter
But, unfortunately, he’s only out on bail, she being his “setter.”
Sid, Auntie Mable tells me, will never be much of a go-getter,
Reminds me for Christmas she sent me a warm woolen sweater.
As soon as I receive the sweater, I’ll send a note of gratitude
Failing to mention the gift, Auntie Mabel would cop an attitude,
When one lapses in manners, Mabel doesn’t give much latitude
Considering such a failure both thankless and unseemly crude,
Since she’s a family connection, I’d hate if she became unglued,
I don’t want to get a reputation for being an ungrateful dude!
written December 26, 2021
Categories:
lula, family, humor,
Form: Monorhyme
A letter came from Auntie Mabel today--
Saying how she’s tired of working for low pay,
Seems her widowed sister has come to stay,
The kids make too much noise when they play
Keeps telling me she doesn’t have much to say,
Still having trouble with a molar in final decay.
Her nephew on her husband’s side turned gay
And her favorite rooster died right where he lay,
Wanted to know what I think she should weigh
And, lastly, wanted the latest on Aunt Lula Fay,
Frankly, not much in her letter seemed okay.
In a week or so, I will answer her letter--
Telling her she should retire to spare her back
For a home and money, her sister doesn’t lack.
I’ll remind her quarreling about the kids is smack,
There is a fine dentist in her town named Jack
As to her nephew, I said he finally got the knack,
Sorry, but the rooster would’ve made a great snack
As to Aunt Fay, now I know she’s not snorting crack,
And, if she starts to diet, don’t consult a quack.
written October 7, 2021
Categories:
lula, family, relationship, writing,
Form: Alliteration
Looney Lula Loves Larry Larson
Lutilda Linkerwink Loves Larry Larson
Larry Larson Loves Lucinda Lavelachek
Lucinda Lavelachek Loves Luther Long
Luther Long Loves Lori Liverpool
Lorie Liverpool Loves Lorie Liverpool
Alexis Y.
10/20/2020
Categories:
lula, fun, humor,
Form: Light Verse
Promises to always be available to cuddle up with morning, noon and night.
My blanket of promise, promises to keep me warm through the cool and the coldest of nights.
Promises to be right there to be grabbed a hold of.
When I am not feeling so well; needing the most to be comforted and tucked in ever so tight.
My blanket of promise is always available for me morning, noon and night.
Such a sweet Lula-bye to cuddle of with my blanket of promise.
While being kissed every so gently by my love.
Wishing me a precious Good Night.
written: April 22, 2014@11:06pm
Categories:
lula, love, poetess, romantic, sleep,
Form: Light Verse
Lady, sing me a lullaby
Sing me a lullaby,
As lula goes by.
I still remember those old good days
And sad moments,
I still fell the pains and shade the tears of the sights and whispers.
Oh lady!
Sing me a lullaby,
As lula goes by.
For if I cry because I have missed the sun,
My tears won’t let me see the moon.
And if my happiness is not shared, it won’t be perfected.
Oh lady!
Sing me a lullaby,
As lula goes by.
For life is lived forwards but understood backwards,
And troubles are like chilli;
They only give flavour to life.
So lady,
Sing me a lullaby,
As lula goes by.
Categories:
lula, art, me, me, ,
Form: Verse