Next, if we should meet, it would take a great deal
of restraint to maintain a kind heart.
In all pleading and attempts at understanding,
remained an underlying distrust.
The disbelief of misplacing money,
extended by the feeling like a joke.
No room for Ha-Ha's / ain't a damn thing funny.
Sent into a position that would not budge.
Determination fixed, sent whirling and twirling with
zero fact 'n no time flat.
A suspicious umbra you put me on.
Fueled by a disbelief without reason.
The distance closing / violence quickly approaching.
Told keep it, all the while never having it.
no longer having it,
you let me have it.
Remaining respectful.
Shame on me / force of habit.
It's clear truth doesn't represent yourself.
Now I'll knock that picture off your shelf.
Had you grabbed
His winter Best
Sadly play
Along work in time
Hadn't may gone to say
In no time flat, near that pad
Taking orders
Fill me in, doll, when's the dance
dead romance
spin my world
Watching news justice in the print
Four days a month
Where he goes
God only knows
While he plays
On my nerves
Down the hall
Dastardly fine by signs
Coming down
Before my blues
Get misused
Christmas pals, to the end
Eggs and toast, all the don'ts
Pave my rent
On the house
Lives out of ink
Please have mine
Nothing in a good name
For now
Even though it feels somehow
like you’re already slipping away
I have to remember to tell myself
how blessed I am for each day
I love the ways you try so hard
to see the smile I keep
making up for all the time
we lost while you’re asleep
Still each day I’m anxious
for the time I get you back
‘Cause once you lay down on the couch
you’re out in no time flat
I miss the talks and all the laughing
like when we first met
to feel this change so early on
I never would have bet
We didn’t get the time we need
to see the seed we’d sown
Still mine will be the greatest love
you ever will have known
And when that time still bound to come
when you should take your leave
leaving me in sadness
with an emptiness to grieve
It feels as though you’re preparing me
to survive that awful day
through the numbing days of loneliness
when I feel you slipping away
~Jeannie Cronin
He grabs the wheel; his eyes are wild
A reckless danger in this child
That comes from never having suffered loss
He points us down the rocky road
My foot, the gas, or he’d explode
And do his best to launch us into space
I grip the frame and hold it tight
Both serious and a delight
I must admit I love to see him grin
Though I pretend a fainting spell
In truth, he drives it rather well
But let’s just keep that fact between ourselves
In no time flat, we do arrive
All limbs intact, all have survived
Already planning when we’ll drive again
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I have a scramble on this individual.
He made a dress out of unoriginal.
His capacity to fly was conceived.
It is labeled as the sky has heaved.
In his glove, he hid a weapon.
Rockets raining down from his beckon.
We passed by as the aircraft flew by.
That was beyond his power to say.
Could swim the entire way to the bottom.
Might actually make a trip to far off scrotum
I would be there in no time flat with him.
My superhero is Iron Man, something I whim.
Written: September 18, 2022
Superhero or Supervillain Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
You were trained to be independent.
To avoid strangers if you can.
But you had a flat tire, so you flagged down a man.
He pulls up in a rusted-out truck.
His hands are strong and filthy with dried mud.
He says fewer words than a haiku poem.
Like an Indy pit crew, he's done in no time...flat.
You broke rules-rolled the dice and survived.
The tire is on; your hands remain clear of the grime.
I walked a while and found a diner,
I was starving and ordered some grub,
the waitress said no food was finer,
I could see cooking grease stored in a tub
I tasted the food she brought to me,
and to my surprise it was really good,
but I wrote her a note to set her free
and take her with me to Hollywood
She read the note and let out a scream,
I wasn't quite sure what I should think,
but she shouted that this was her dream
as she grabbed my glass and gulped my drink
She took my hand and pulled me up,
then said "There's no time to waste,"
we ran like mad and hopped in her pickup,
she pulled out fast and left in a haste
We made it to Hollywood in no time flat,
and my waitress -- well she became a star,
she sings love ballads like an aristocrat
with our children in her expensive car
The reason I tell this little ditty of mine,
is to let others know of what can be,
the lady I love was sad and not so fine
in that diner where we set each other free
So find a roadside and walk a while,
and see where destiny will take you,
be it a long trek or just a short mile...
love will find its way to you, too!
Life has lots of give and take;
That’s just where it’s at.
If you ask for favors
Then expect in no time flat,
You’ll find the ball back in your court –
A simple tit for tat.
Those we’re close to are exempt.
Then a welcome mat
Is always waiting there for you;
No need for standing pat.
But in every other case,
The norm is tit for tat.
Poetry has become an obsession
An accidental rhyme makes me wonder
How many syllables would that be?
It's something I'm forced to ponder
Pat, Pat, Pat!! What? What are you doing?
Why are you standing in water?
Oh I was, well you said a letter?
You got a letter from your daughter
Oh, yeah ok from my daughter
Hey, water rhymes with daughter, right?
How many syllables is that
Pat, come to bed and turn off the light?
Yeah, I guess rest would do me some good
With sleep I'll be ok in no time flat
OK, the lights off and I'm going to sleep
Wait, How many syllables is that?
I ran across a recipe book
Called ‘Cuisine For Clientele’,
On the cover was an unchaste cook
Making prosti-soup and broth-el.
On the back it stated that ‘Eating
Is the most human obsession.
Bar for the one that bears repeating;
The world’s oldest profession.’
At first look I was taken aback,
But placed it in my hand cart.
Then at home found it was amply stacked
With cocottes and luscious tarts.
In no time flat, I got courageous
When I summoned up the nerve.
To prepare from the worn pages,
A plate of red-hot, whore-d’oeuvres.
Followed by the main course of shell fish;
A meal fit for baronets.
For ours and the books paramount dish,
Are fresh trollops on strumpets.
Sure it’s true that most of the recipes
May seem sexist and campy,
But don’t fear, coz two of its specialties
Are beef cake and pimp scampi.
For dessert we hope our guests have fun
When they wrestle for Jello.
They say it’s the best under the sun,
Though born from a Bordello.
Aroused guests always leave satisfied,
Although some try to be cute.
Yet failed no matter how hard they’ve tried
Matching my book of ill repute!
My Name
Everyday it’s just the same,
Someone yelling out my name,
In a conversation, a letter, a call,
With the intent of driving me up a wall.
Jeff said this, Jeff said that,
My name is smeared in no time flat.
~
Some days I think, I’ll just change my name,
Hide out on some distant plain.
Answer only when spoken to,
Yeah, I think what’s what I’ll do.
But on the other hand, would that really work?
When the people yelling will constantly lurk,
~
I guess I’m doomed to this life of fame,
Just a player in the management game.
I guess my name will continue to be used,
Will continue to be abused.
I should smile and bear it like I should,
Like any good employer would.
Pretend Play
As the day approaches an early dawn
I watch you playing out in the lawn
With your bulldozer you made a road
For the dump truck with the heavy load
You’re so cute playing out on your own
The greatest pretender I’ve ever known
In your cutoff jeans and baseball hat
You made a village in no time flat
With little homes and sticks for trees
You build around it on your knees
Oh how cute to watch you play
I could stay here and watch all day
But as the evening loses light
It’s time to go in for the night
And take a bath and brush your teeth
But wanting to play, he gives me grief
“A little longer, Daddy please”
Batting his eyes in which to tease
“A few more minutes”, my beautiful son
“But then inside you must come”
I know it’s difficult to end the day
When he still wants to be outside and play
But soon tiredness will set in
As he regenerates to start again
Many times throughout my day
I take time out to get away,
I don't get away physically
My way out most times is mentally,
I like to go way deep in thought
Searching for that perfect spot,
A spot to help me soothe my pain
Where I unwind and release strain,
With my eyes closed so soft and light
I see places I've never seen with sight,
During these times I dream like that
Hours pass in no time flat,
Some may think dreams just waste time
Now who said that was such a crime?
And now the time has come for me
To dream some more, don't you agree?
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