(The song to be sung in the To The Tune Of... Cruella DeVil)
Monica Devil, Monica Devil,
If she doesn’t scare you, no evil thing will,
To see her is to take a sudden chill,
Monica, Monica Devil.
The curl of her lip, the ice in her stare,
All innocent children had better beware,
She’s like a spider waiting for the kill,
Look out for Monica Devil.
At first you think Monica is a devil,
But after time has worn away the shock,
You come to realize, you've met a sly fox,
Beware of Monica Devil.
This vampire bat, this inhuman beast,
She ought to be locked up and never released,
The world was such a wholesome place until,
Monica, Monica Devil.
If she doesn’t scare you, no evil thing will,
To see her is to take a sudden chill,
Monica, Monica Devil.
She’s like a spider waiting for the kill,
Look out for Monica Devil.
Her menacing grin, her sinister style,
She’s got the look that would make you run a mile,
The world was such a wholesome place until,
Monica, Monica Devil.
Now fly,
show off gossamer wings;
Blessed with hunger am I,
brave with weatherproof strings;
I aim for a bullseye;
Now write,
letters are alchemy;
Each reader can take flight,
learn you intimately;
My set glitches delight;
Ink flows
from deep inside the gut;
Inhibition will close;
Setting free classy smut,
I mix in clean cut prose;
Words scream;
Cognizant of my soul
they hijack a daydream;
With pen, paint, or charcoal
take it to the extreme;
Lines dance,
walls crumble to freestyle
celebrating a stance;
My stanzas run a mile,
I always take a chance;
You soar
so high when you give in;
I’ve crashed and hit the floor
and stood up forgiven;
I’ll write forevermore.
TRUE LIES
When expressed love is all for show
Almost a hug, and that fake smile
And yet thinking no-one will know
Yet looking elsewhere all the while
It’s just a poor version of guile
Who might question gestures like this
But if they knew, they’d run a mile
Still more room left for artifice
It is reaping what one may sow
Unlike feelings that raise the bile
No response is the Quid pro quo
Pretence one step away from vile
With no honour left to defile
Yet one can tell it from a kiss
It feels like turning down the dial
Still more room left for artifice
When love is real the blood will flow
Sensing more substance over style
False expression is pretty low
Be found guilty when gone to trial
Lie after lie in a great pile
Think if you believe it is bliss
Maybe resistance is futile
Still more room left for artifice
Claiming it’s normal is facile
Of truth, it is antithesis
So adopt another profile
Still more room left for artifice
"No, not again", you said
Your heart has been bruised
One too many times
I wait patiently
With a first aid kit and a smile
"That's fine I'll fix it
As long as you hold mine"
"I'm just a benchwarmer
You better head home"
Oh God, little did you know
I'd run a mile
So you don't have to sit alone
I've never been a runner
But for you I would
Just give me a call
Cause I even have a crush
On the shape of your name on my phone
I lose my voice cheering for you
On your bad days and your good
"I'll stay" I say "You don't have to sit alone"
And to tell you, I don't think I ever could
So I whisper under my breath
"You're my idea of home"
You move your hand away
With no idea how a little flinch
Could ever shatter a heart
"They're too cold to hold", you say
Of course I don't mind
Cause I'd let you freeze my heart
Even break it into bits
Over a thousand times
In storm, snow and drought
To sit beside you, I ask for nothing more
All I wanted was to hold your hand
Didn't know it was too much to ask for
Time, they say is healer,
It's been ages, but I still feel her.
Deep inside, will she never fade?
A life's choice, fully paid!
Will I ever get over this?
All I ever wanted was your kiss.
Then all of a sudden, you're here again,
my heart stabbed by vicious pain.
Why do you look and smile,
You know I should run a mile.
With every thought of you,
Could I try again, something new?
ETCHINGS
“Let me show you my etchings,” he said,
With a euphemistic smile.
The sort of situation,
Where she ought to have run a mile.
But, as an art student, she reckoned she might
Have something useful to gain,
And, at that moment, her mother’s advice,
Never entered her brain.
He took her down to his basement flat
And gave her a glass of wine.
Then he actually showed her his etchings,
Which she took to be a good sign.
They sat close as he turned the pages,
His arm loosely round her shoulder.
And she found it quite exciting,
When he started to get somewhat bolder.
But when he asked her to pose for him,
Alarm bells began to ring,
And then she recalled what her mother had said
Of the dangers of such a thing.
So she made up her mind, did up her blouse
And ran up the stairs to the street.
Where she took a deep breath and took the first bus;
Her education complete.
Here is a poem just for you when you read it you might think it's untrue.
IM IN A ROOM IN A DARKNED PLACE I CAN SMELL HIS BREATH BUT CAN'T SEE HIS FACE
THE THINGS HE DOES LEAVES ME IN PAIN SO I BEG HIM DON'T DO IT AGAIN.
BUT HE STANDING THERE WITH A EVIL SMILE IF I COULD I WOULD HAVE RUN A MILE.
WHEN HE LEAVES ALl I DO IS CRY NO ONE WILL LISTEN AND I WONDER WHY.
SO HE COMES BACK TO MY ROOM AND IT STARTS OVER AGAIN HOW MUCH LONGER CAN I Take this pain.
You see to scream and shout there is no use so remember this its name is
CHILD ABUSE..
Sit-ups and jumping jacks are in my past
I knew my overworked knees wouldn't last.
Time was I could run a mile in twenty
But now the walk to my rocker is plenty.
They used to say "no pain - no gain,"
If you don't mind, I think I'll use my cane.
Years went faster'n I thought they would
Mind if I rest, I don't feel nearly so good.
My joints are aching, I'm all tuckered out
I'm feeling an onset of arthritis, no doubt.
The cat is telling me she wants my lap
She's right, it is time for my afternoon nap.
written July 21, 2021
So Bozo you clown
you like to frown
forever being a
Sullen Mischief
So why do you sometimes have
such a great big smile
when you would rather
run a mile
Is it because circus games
are not so vindictive
when you smile
and can predict it..
So the problem then has always been
your smile is just a silly grin
and does not come from within
So smile you clown and stop the frown
Run a mile and create mischief
Because that is what a clown is
But a Bozo no one can predict
DAMO x
I want to fall in love but not a chance.
Not even one handsome man who can dance
has shimmied his way across the dance floor.
Hands up...I give up...no romance no more.
I want to fall in love but not a hope.
Those dating websites are only a joke.
A decent man there I could never find.
Hands up..I give up now...so never mind.
I want to fall in love but fell behind.
I am older now and life is unkind.
Men take one look and then they run a mile.
If they only knew I could make them smile.
I want to fall in love and I still may.
If meant to be, than he is on his way.
32/11/2019
For Melani Udaeta's sonnet contest
I WANT TO FALL IN LOVE
No Pain No Gain
It’s been a while since I was here
Whispering in your ear
And I sometimes run a mile
If only just to make you smile
As Poetry Soup with potatoes and carrots
Will tonight fill up my stomach
A big white shark, dives very deep
But seems to have two left feet
It’s so dark down here, too hard to see
If there is a you and a me
As I am just a fish in the sea
Time to eat my own destiny
DAMO
Trying to make me over
to what you want me to be, you see I am me
You are you
just let it be.
I am a different type of individual
not in your mind
I have my own ideas
that soon will shine.
Not losing myself in your shadow
shall I not gather my own taste and style?
be for real
take a hike, or run a mile.
I am me.
What more can I say
Other than it’s made my day
To once again find my smile
Which I had lost for a while
I would rather run a mile
Than had given you a smile
If you had seen my face last week
I just frowned like a clown
That big smile you saw on my lips
Was nothing more than just lipstick
But now my smile I have again just found
And it is quite profound
DAMO
I take my tablets every day
So my ailments will go away
They say my levels are just right
And If I play the game it will be alright
When I was young I’d run a mile
Push-ups were my forte then with guile
But that was then and now is now
I’m older now I can’t comprehend why it changed somehow
So it seems the older you get
The more tablets so don’t fret
For as you walk you may rattle
But collecting and swallowing tablets is the battle.
© Paul Warren Poetry
You need correction, tired of your insurrection,
perhaps you missed out on decent distribution,
however, all is not lost, give you one more chance,
you'll know it's time when I give you a disparaging glance.
A disarming smile can make you run a mile,
make you pause, reflect within, take stock a while;
there's enough to deal with, harassment, sexual pests,
why is it that some men are obsessed with breasts?
The Mona Lisa destroyed everything you had to say,
there was no reply, digging for reprieve from yesterday;
agrreement would be astonishing instead of admonishing,
I'm hoping you'll realize that there's something missing.
'Let me take you, let me take you to the dance,'
you'll know it's time when I give you one more chance.
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