Photographed at the bank
Everyone knows you are just
Another Ska-Ank and a loser
Wish you were wanted
But now everyone knows
You are sort of ree-tard-ted
Everyone is better than you,
And you're a loser
Saw you with a drug dealer, too
Were you hoping his money
Might rub off on you
Forget it…
You're a loser
You're just tra-sh
And you’re a loser
You're just tra-sh
And you're a loser
Last time I saw you
When you were down on hope
I saw you on 6th Street
Hustling for a piece of dope
You're just tra-sh
And you’re a loser
You're just tra-sh
And you're a loser
So if we should meet up some time
Don't act like you're a friend of mine
Don’t smile at me, stay away from me
I don't want to be seen with a loser
“as both this form and boundless space cravings of ego negated awake,
vibrant yet nonchalant bliss drenched heart remains elated”
~ Unseeking Seeker
Once stripped of hubris and inhibitions,
our stygian streams will glimmer with light,
releasing us from tethered traditions
to gleam like bright stars each nebulous night.
Vibrant becomes the mind with truths in life,
once uncloaked from sorrow's dark mourning shrouds.
We're fulfilled, no vacant voids, stress or strife.
Blissful beneath skies without nimbus clouds.
Unmasked, we're drawn as a somatic sketch,
and mindful of our spiritual needs.
No motley abstract conceived as a wretch,
our hearts will exult as wheat among weeds.
Once unbound, we'll dance with terpsichore, *
as Aurora applauds our liberty.
*Terpsichore is pronounced. Terp sic o ree'
Greek Muse of lyric poetry and dance,
as a noun it means a series of rhythmical steps
(To the tune of “The Happy Wanderer)
I love to go a-wandering, along the mountain track
And as I ride I pedal hard, my paniers on the back
Val-da-ree, val-da-rah,
Val-da-rah, val-da-rah ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Val-da-ree, val-da-rah,
My paniers on the back
I like to reach the summit, thought the effort makes me frown.
I must confess I much prefer to free-wheel coming down
Val-da-ree, val-da-rah,
Val-da-rah, val-da-rah ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Val-da-ree, val-da-rah,
My paniers on the back
One day I saw a pretty girl whose bike had broken down.
I sat her on my cross-bar and I took her back to town
Val-da-ree, val-da-rah,
Val-da-rah, val-da-rah ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Val-da-ree, val-da-rah,
My paniers on the back
Next day I bought a ta-an-dem, a cycle made for two.
Now, when I go a-cycling, she’s always with me too.
Val-da-ree, val-da-rah,
Val-da-rah, val-da-rah ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Val-da-ree, val-da-rah,
My partner on the back
seductive Galway gal would not stay
such savage beauty she went astray
whether Corrib, whether Mask
Connemara man to ask
to Inishbofin she played away
Leitrim lout took drink by the flagon
very short coast, very short wagon
went inland to buy a boat
all-aboard, beer for his goat
so raised a glass, Carrick-on-Shannon
wild west playboy from county Mayo
did for his dad, very own say so
holy mountain, dreaming star
left the pub at Castlebar
shoe hanging out his Ford Mondeo
Roscommon culchie, gangly and rare
hung out near Boyle with spindly long hair
web below her knobbly knee
bank to bank across lough Ree
wrapped up her men, eight legs in the air
our Sligo boy, no good at countin'
he spied some girls down by the fountain
one, two, three, how many more?
his favourite to adore
he chased her up Benbulben mountain
F-ree
E-xpression
E-levates
S-ocial
C-onsciousness
O-n
B-ravery
A-bout
L-anguage
©bfa051325
Monocrostic (Birthday of Fe M. Escobal)
.
auspicious though i
hern during the day lock's my
at night judge janean
*remember friendz; pronounced:
sen-re(u)
sen-ree-yoo
*janean; Hebrew name mean'n:
God is gracious ;)
Behold
A voice announces
Release me
Expose me to the elements
Free me from fungus
Outdoors
Over cool ticklish grass, warm grainy sidewalks, and prankish pebbles
Time to rejoice
Poets here have got a lot
Of soups that they can sup:
Elegy and etheree, epulaeryu served hot;
Tanka, haiku, dodoitsu -Asian broths served in a cup.
Rhyme here is a regular favor.
Free verse also we can savor.
Sonnet is a classic some serve up with ease
On our menu, many items every day are shown.
Using creativity, we like to tweak our recipes.
Please try our soups; better yet, cook some up of your own!
It is addictive.
Used to it
like the wicked bitter pills
that one swallows to numb the pain,
to block the feelings.
Lethargic yet nerve-wracking;
A tightness in the chest that
never goes away.
Faint, throbbing, persistent.
It is inherent to me.
the salinity of an ocean of tears,
the chaos of a storm wrecked ship,
the thorns of a lonely cactus.
Never clears away by itself.
Haunting like monsters,
nauseating like rotten hopes,
Appalling like oblivion,
Repulsive like nightmares.
One drinks it,
Slowly.
Like the morning cup of coffee,
Bitter, gone cold.
Yet addictive.
Mine alone.
-Ree
nap time music
squ-ree-chee, squ-ree-chee
springs are in rhythm
but the glider's out of tune
pat-tat-a tat, pat-tat-a-tat
steady tempo
grandma sets the cadence
on a baby-bottom drum
hypnotized
sleepy ole MacNana sings
A-E-I-O-U, A-E-I-O-U
cows quack and ducks moo
March 16, 2023
Constance La France
Challenge Words Contest "L" Words
This is a senryu poem with added lines of onomatopoeia so I call it free verse.
Kitty a row - a ree
Kitty a ree – a row
You ride a cow
And I ride a mare
We’ll ride on home
to see who’s the first one there
Kitty a ree – a row
Kitty a row – a ree
You take O’Malley
and I take a Flynn
We’ll make a home
To see who’s the first to kin.
Kitty a row – a ree
Kitty a ree – a row
You take a beau
And I’ll take a lass
We’ll take their home
and see who’s the first to last
Kitty a ree – a row
Kitty a row – a ree
Mine took a nine
And yours took a blade
We went to Hev’n
For God He doth forbade.
I
If any writer here didn't like him --
If Souper One, or 2023, dislike Rico,
Please correct my notion: Rico made you smile
Even when you hated to smile or laugh
ThanX Rico for leaving your fingerprints here
More respectful than boot prints --
You tried to enjoy life, and people,
Even when people deserved less
Godspeed! I know you fought "mind control"
Free Spirit who wanted the best of GOD
Thanks Anaya (I am Anaya) for "epitaphing" well
I can hear the bells jingle
My nose picks up the last month’s fragrance
The hassle to just see the month nigh tingle
The last wrap of it, a bundle of abundance
The first line, full of enthusiasm
So fresh, so renewed, so focused on definite paradigm
The debut of the other eleven all anchored on thee
Carefully we scripted, fashioned to never ree
To the countdown we began
At times in storms, rained on but on we reign
We were once our bellies, twice on our knees, severally on both twos and fours
But the beauty therein lied in the drive to maneuver through the rows
The most hyped moments, the most lowly of all
All made the journey beautiful and forlonged
To just sum the buds into fruits
To just water the shoot to foliage, capillaries to roots
So we see the hallmark of the sojourn
In each of the twelve stars taken head-on
Sum up and see whether it’s twilight
Or uncontained sunlight!
Thirteen is a baker’s dozen,
Or a scary Friday night.
Missing in an elevator,
Or a 12-year-old’s delight.
Rite of passage from a tweener,
Cooler in so many ways.
Does it bring a new demeanor?
That’s for others to appraise.
An impish grin and razor wit
Make it hard to guess the years.
Daddy’s girl still loves to snuggle;
Raging, crying, full of tears.
Thirteen is an awkward age, yes,
Not a child, but not yet grown.
A scant few years, she’ll spring the cage;
My oh my, the years have flown!
So here is our birthday prayer:
May your year abound in glee.
Careful to avoid the pitfalls;
led by Christ, our precious Ree.
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(a birthday card inscription on the occasion of Ree’s 13th birthday, so, a few years ago)
Soft and gentle, light and airy,
Gossamer and wing of fairy,
(Except those times she’s mean and scary!),
That’s my precious Mary Berry.
Impish, spritely, that’s my Ree;
What you get is what you see.
Wit (and tongue) that's razor sharp;
She’ll play a tune, then smash the harp!
Treasured more than gems and pearls,
God has graced me with these girls.
I love them when they pirouette;
I love them in their grime and sweat!
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for Marion and Ree, a few years back, evidently
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