O-pen
R-ays
L-et
Y-ou
A-bate
N-ight
G-rief
U-sing
L-ife's
O-pportunities
Topic: Birthday of Orly Angulo (March 27)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
O-nce the morn has broken,
R-ays rise above the horizon;
L-ook at the wide blue sky,
Y-ou can see the burning beacon.
Topic: Birthday of Orly Angulo (March 27)
Form: Acrostic Quatrain
Hectic day
An eventful day this Saturday
A man is shot to death at Orly airport
clearly out of his mind and France is under
lock down; the hysteria is taking hold
a laptop in a car was stolen it sensitive
information or perhaps not
a man tries to climb the fence at the White House
and there is blood on the carpet
those on duty should have known and not eat
doughnuts when looking at the security screen
dogs and men are prowling the lawn outside
they must be seen doing something
one can say this have been a day of a none –event
and Mosul it is a side show.
At Fox News, long legged girls- with Botox faces- blame
the Chinese, Trump`s pet hate.
The French were not sure who to blame think
the mayhem might have been caused by Iran or
the Germans for taking in too many Syrians.
And over us like Damocles` sword….Trump telling
us all will be fantastic and work for everyone.
first time I took an an airplane it was dire
two propellers flying the sky of stench
oozing the land of a deathly earthquake
bodies telling the story of unknowns
as ten years old couldn't understand all
the drama and operettas I laugh
the flies and worms the need of survival
was happy to meet Paris
a city I was told and not a son of Priam
but a prayer we made it safe to casablanca
and next to Orly a nightmare of wish
as the tilt of a flipper will hardly nourish
at the corner cafe and mohammed the corner store
owner will hump me with the promise of candies
behind the counter as I
all could I see was sweets
and pants never falling down
but the shame lingering
and a loaf of bread was a total success
and my mother sent me back
as pennies hard to find
told her my story sharing a bed
hush your brothers need you
to put a meal on their plate
and that is why I ever long for a *****
as how could you do **** to me
your little one
the jet sets down at Orly
the tarmac covered in snow
Paris in the winter
the only time to go
we practiced on our French
cafe, croissants, french kissing
liaison amoureuse
things French we're still perfecting
we tour the Louvre and Champs Elysees
Arc de Triophe and Eiffel tower
we drink in everything we can
time grows shorter by the hour
evenings were my favorite time
loving long into the night
nothing removes chill better
than when passion ignites
Paris was a while ago
but the memories remain
of you, of love, of passion
oh Paris? it never changes
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