You've hardly noticed me, not yet.
Don't worry, my love, I'm not upset.
One day you will and never forget.
Tell me darling dear, have I got your ear?
Guess what? I know everything about you.
All I do is think about you.
I cannot live one day without you,
Yes, you my darling dear, look in your rear-view mirror.
I'll smother you in my wet embrace.
As your trembling outline, my fingers trace,
I'll curl your toes and lick your face.
Oh, my darling dear, why must you shake in fear?
I could tell by the way you looked at me,
that you knew that it was only me,
the true love of your life, eternally.
Why, my darling dear, did you choose to disappear?
You left me. I can't believe you could,
poor little me, so misunderstood.
Don't worry. I made a puppet out of wood
who looks like you, darling dear, and I'm the puppeteer.
Unknown about Scarlett O'Hara
Who was really a big secret farter
When it built up, could never rescind
Found her husbands all gone with the wind
Scarlett O'Hara. a literary character in Margaret Mitchell's 1936 book Gone With The Wind
Ah! Here sashays the pouty Miss Scarlett O’Hara,
the Southern belle bombshell of Tara.
The center of hoop-skirted ballroom attention,
she bosses and causes her beaux hypertension.
Margaret Mitchell’s charming yet flawed character in her novel, “Gone With the Wind”.
Scarlett O'Hara had everything, including handsome Rhett
yet was selfish and about as mean as one girl could get
Did life get even, we 'll just have to pretend
She rolled down the road on her hoop skirt and is gone with the wind.
From the book, "Gone with the Wind," by Margaret Mitchell
We did not like Scarlett in middle school.
We did not like her in high school.
But our mothers were friends.
So were stuck pretending to like her.
I reminded my sister of this when she said
Guess who moved in to the next block?
SCARLETT MIDDLETON!
I nearly split my pants laughing.
You say that as if it is a good thing!
We used to like her, my sister said.
She has obviously forgotten.
I kept quiet.
They got together with their husbands.
My sister said it was the most boring time they had ever had.
Her husband said “never again”.
Now do you remember? We were forced to be her friend.
My sister had forgotten, but she remembered now.
A long armed Groot at the root of this fruit/
The strong alarmed the wrong loot and followed through against the coup/
Flipped script is ridiculous as I re-jiggle this penned mess/
Stripped it’s ludicrous how crude I kiss and caress this sent injustice/
Picked up this food for our crust to protrude and fizz it does just this/
Slicked pup as my hood busts who’s suave and sends scoffs sideways/
Songs sung to scarlets of Joe’s hands spun off Scarlett Johansson/
Strung out lawns by harlots with no land sum/
A lung tout to spawn a poet’s lot for ransom/
That air brung stout gruel to sew it’s spot and some
Along through I tote a lance to hum and be hung/
Strong brute while hope’s a branch slung/
A long armed groot flips style and gropes leafs to inch along/
The linguistic sower to sword through heaps and hues of sorrow/
The wing’s wish stick is sore from the word brews arrow/
Cut that stings wick as it's more phlegm for the fruits aglow.
The Scarlett Brothers were in the ether riding their fancy birds.
They dotted the landscape with their poetic musical words.
Throwing out adjectives, idioms and a colorful adverb.
Some jealous ones were saying they were all kinds of absurd.
I knew they were celebrating their birthdays on the same day.
They were laughing like hyenas, their tankas and haikus floating away.
They were excitedly creating poetry, as they rode into the sky, gray.
It made me happy hearing them, they embellished this Sunday!
Wiggedly giggledly
Scarlett Johanasson.
She’ll play “any person”
or “any tree.”
“Under the Skin” - a film
fant-alien-ation -
had her preying on men.
All right by me!
Feb. 8, 2021
for William Kekaula's Double Dactyl (Win For Paid Membership) Poetry Contest
"Under the Skin" is a movie in which she plays an alien who needs to eat men to
sustain herself. It was a controversial sci-fi movie that people either loved or hated. Hope the made up word comes through: Fant as beginning of "fantastic"
She was gentle, loving, kind and good,
And helped others whenever she could.
Her tender heart was a beacon to all,
Like moonlight when the nightbirds call.
Her smile was the sunshine of a new day,
When marshmallow clouds drift and stay.
Alas, her dear vibrancy now has gone,
But angels live when life's withdrawn.
Loving daughter, mother, sister and wife,
She cherished sweet Jesus all of her life!
Like blooms that swoon beneath His feet,
And the parks that blush in summer's heat!
Unforgettable now is the life that she led-
Like the sunsets when the sky's all red;
Like the jade forests, where singing reigns,
And the beauteous peacock that is so vain!
She's largely responsible for who I became-
My very candle has been lit by her flame!
And memory is like many bright balloons,
To bring smiles on the lonely afternoons.
I was deeply honored for having known you-
Or my skies would never have been true blue;
As bluejay that sits serenading in his tree,
Or a lake sparkling way out in the country!
Scarlet O'Hara,
Arrogant misunderstood belle and beauty, from the plantation Tara
caught up in war, love for Rhett, and her OWN survival and money,
she made a dress from green velvet drapes, fiddle-dee-dee, honey.
Rhett Butler
a handsome rogue, a charmer, a gambler of many a dollar,
with knowledge of women, EXCEPT Scarlet, is that WHY he was enthralled,
his final words to Scarlet, I don't give a damn, as his name she called.
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January 11, 2019
Poetry/Clerihew/Scarlett O'Hara and Rhett Butler
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1103-978-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Clerihew Couples For Valentine's Day
sponsor, Carolyn Devonshire
Third Place
The Scarlett letter A's of the past.
The Scarlett letter A's of the present
Still trying to convince the world
They some form of good and purity.
By using the the little dignity they have left.
To discriminate another.
I found them amusing they desperation is extremely high.
But it's already to late for once you're hole is unlocked
You're already became a pathetic b*tch.
Now you're just went from a Scarlett A to a harlot B.
Once again you slide inside
to chiv me,
to stick me with a blade.
Cold steel is not
when your blood's running hot
but the signals get mixed
then we're fixed
fine? it's dandy.
You don't feel the stiletto
as it tiptoes in and your
life falls out,
and I thought it was
all about that.
Centurions in Century city
reaching out to the witty,
the pithy
and are you with me?
okay,
it's okay
I
lose it too.
On a heading due West,
of oblivion
colliding with starlets
like Vivien.
that's Leigh in case you were wondering.
no escaping
just scraping
the bottom of the barrel
the cider tastes better down here.
Scarlet Rivers--by David Lustrup 2016
if you saw my heart tonight
you wouldn't recognize it
trodden trampled torn apart
before i realized it
shredded hanging bleeding
tendons torn and tattered
you were everything to me
you were all that mattered
and now im drowning in this blackness
circling the drain im going down
where is the end to all this madness
this misery is so profound
memories play like movies in my mind
kissing your lips so bittersweet
little short films playing constantly
tear jerkers on repeat
and id give my torn, and tattered heart
for a bright tomorrow, where were not apart
and id sell my last drop, of blood you see
for a single smile, that was meant for me
under star filled skies, in the deep dark night
i remember you, in the pale moonlight
with a million stars, shining in your eyes
how much i loved you, you never realized
as i pull the trigger
as i hit the ground
flashes of your face fly
as lights are dimming down
life is fleeting now
as im bleeding out
let the rivers flow, the rivers flow, scarlet rivers flow now.
Gathered with sister, my mother and kleenex,
Oblivious to our red noses, facial poses and tears,
Nudging each other with movie memory reflex -
Each of us embrace characters long held as dear.
We submit joyously to this continuous, intense escape
Inside the lives of scandalous Scarlett and romantic Rhett.
Trials and tribulations of civil war, deceit and love shape
Heaven and hell into a dramatic, unforgettable duet.
Torn, we watch as hunger, fear and surrounding violent war,
Harms character’s hearts and more discouragements pour.
Enemy destruction devastates Southern life and lore.
While wishing true love’s fulfillment for Rhett’s desirous heart,
Inevitably his sexy charm will wham our hearts like a wild lamb.
No one should dare interrupt our favorite, dramatic film art, or
Disturb Rhett’s last line, “Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.”
They always said there was no feeling like it
No words could describe,
Now I know exactly what they mean
My heart melted inside.
From the moment I heard
I was smitten,
Then when you arrived
In the stars it was written.
Like the perfect medicine
You have been described
Changing so many lives
From heaven you must derive.
You are the promise of brighter things
You are our antidote to the past
You are our princess
You are our everything
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