TIME TO CHANGE THE TERRORISTS THREATS ON.LICENSE PLATES UDED IS OUT DATE SENSELESS DOMESTIC TERRORISTS THREATS J68 M69 J64 A72 M99 J98 U84 PBU 88H 89H 77HO ALB RHO 9HOP67 D33 D37 THE VENEZUELA DREADFUL MEXICAN HARD DRUG MANUFACTURER BREAKING INTO HOME ANOTHER ONE DLB NO DEAL WILL EVER BE MADE WITH YOUR DOMESTIC TERRORISTS IDENTITY FRAUD GROUP CHANGE THE PLATES SOME OF US DON'T CHANGE OUR PLATES EVERYDAY LIKE RENEE NICOLE GOOD IT'S ALL GOOD ON ALL GOOD STREET MARIETTA GEORGIA BACK OFF SCUM
To Be sung to Cruella DeVille song
Marietta DeVil, cut snip
Marietta DeVil, Marietta DeVil
She wants nibble of meat, pregnant pulse vile to fill
Just an itty bitty bite to kill
Marietta, Marietta
Bile swine and dine on rinds her favorite thrill
She coming it’s Marietta DeVil
Some say, you folly Marietta will skin you
Bat leather time has you tanned a new hue
Right before you die, she muses as glaze fills both eyes
Weeping willow crepuscular era epoch
This grotesque, this villainous
This sick twisted augmented monstrosity
Will make you bleed while she feasts
Marietta, Marietta De Vil
Marietta Georgia the beginning
and the end of poetry soup as we
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Marietta is a make-up artist with flare
Does things that others would not dare
Wins competitions from hither and yon
Uses models who love what she puts on
Attended a show and could not believe
Things she will do, tricks up her sleeve
Proud of sis, I raved about her for days
She is now a designer for lots of pay
A sustained note sounded from across the river
Carried on the wind, destined for my ear
At first, I felt a shiver running down my spine
I heard a note from a solitary bugler so clearly.
Suddenly I was transported to a scene long ago
Where some soldiers were burying a fallen friend
To the familiar sound of the military “Taps”
I knew the scene well, for he was my granddad.
I had searched for his burial place for many a year
To no avail, seeming like it was obscured forever,
‘Til I came across the history of his unit’s last raid
And following their movements along the river,
I came to the banks of the Ohio near Marietta,
I was gazing across to the old cemetery square
When I heard the plaintive note in the wind,
Then I knew my granddad was laid to rest here.
THIRD PLACE WINNER
Written October 26, 2022
Submitted to “A Note in the Wind” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina
M-arvelous
A-uthor
R-ightfully
I-mplements
E-xpression
T-o
T-alk
A-bout
A-crostic
B-y
R-eciting
I-nspirational
G-ladness
O-utstandingly
Topic: Birthday of Marietta Abrigo (October 20)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
D-evotion
A-bout
N-otable
&
M-arriage
A-lways
R-etains
I-ts
E-nergy
T-hrough
T-ime
A-s
A-wesome
B-ride
R-emains
I-n
G-room's
O-penness
Topic: 39th Anniversary of Dan & Marietta Abrigo (July 26,2019)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
M-essage
A-nd
R-eal
I-nformation
E-xpress
T-he
T-ruth
A-bout
T-ime
A-nd
P-lace
A-s
L-ine
E-mploys
S-pace
Topic: Birthday of Marietta P. Tapales (May 05)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
M-istakes
A-re
R-ightable
I-f
E-rroneous
T-hings
T-urn
A-round
Topic: Birthday of Marietta P. Tapales (May 5)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
M-orn
A-nd
R-ays
I-n
E-arly
T-winkle
T-imely
A-ppear
A-s
B-eacon's
R-adiance
I-s
G-lowing
O-bviously
Topic: Birthday of Marietta Abrigo (October 20)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
WIPING OUT POLLEN
There was a young man from Marietta.
With the pollen, he had a vendetta.
With hurricane sneeze,
He shook all the trees.
Then his white sleeve, force cleaned, the excreta.
4/12/2018
Viv Wigley’s Traditional Limerick Contest
Oh how I wish I had known you better.
I never even got to kiss you or tell you how I felt.
God I wanted you to be my girlfriend so bad.
Life got weird for me, I was taken away;
It was years before our paths ever crossed again;
Then one day you saw me at the grocery store.
And I wonder what would have happened;
If I had of been available that day at the store;
Because six months later you walked to the beach;
Went into the water and never came back.
I was so damned infatuated with you way back when
If I hadn’t of been taken when we met up again
I wonder if it would have made a difference to you.
Did you know I had your name tattooed on me?
I covered it up with something else but;
It’s still calls out oury name so as not to forget you.
Funny though the details of your face have become blurred;
But I think about you more often than I probably should.
Maybe next time pretty girl you won’t give up so easily;
Me or someone else anything could happen if you have faith.
Before there was an Adam,
Before there was an Eve,
God looked down into the vastness
"What a waste, I do believe."
Then He created the sun, stars and moon,
Saturn, Mars and Uranus too.
The Universe spread forth it's girth
And He created one more, Earth.
He worked His wonders creating,
A heaven here on Earth,
Filled the skies with soft white clouds,
And the lilting songs of the birds.
God created Adam to share this wealth,
But soon His heart did grieve,
When He noticed how lonesome Adam was
He then created Eve.
Through the years God blessed this species,
With Faith they did prevail,
He gave them Hope to carry on
And Love to show they care.
Once more God blessed a man
With a woman who'd next to him stand,
The day Marietta took Orville's hand,
God smiled down and said, "Amen."
Cile Beer
*
This poem was written to celebrate Orville and Marietta
Gallino's last wedding anniversary. Orville was a noted
bull rider and bull fighter from the Sand Hills of Nebraska.
He was very involved with High School Rodeo as well as a rancher.
He died of a rare disease and we miss him very much.
written 2003
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