The first heart attack was quite mild:
he put it down to indigestion
at first, but the pain persisted.
Some pills and lectures on lifestyle changes
followed the stay in hospital.
Yes, he'd try to stop smoking, he said,
and to cut out the fatty foods.
But the craving for cigarettes
was too strong and he secretly smoked,
while assuring me that he'd quit!
The next heart attack was much worse;
he really did try after that -
a fat-free diet was no fun
and nicotine patches were no help...
but he stuck to it for a while
(I think it was a week, maybe two).
Then I smelt the smoke on his clothes,
saw him wolfing down bacon sandwiches,
slyly like a naughty schoolboy.
By then I pretended I didn't know -
my nagging was killing him, he said.
The third heart attack finished him.
I'm heartbroken that his heart was broken...
Feminism
not a cause for the season
not a “select”…only
not a choice to adorn….”esg”
not a biscuit to crumble…stale
not a tick in the books
not to bat away like a gnat
not to wash away…a sandcastle
not for a cause…far far away
not in the land of a female monarch
not one queen, more than one
not witnessed…anywhere else
A graveyard of schoolboy errors
To bury one’s head in shame…such cringe worthiness,
To attempt an impingement…insanity it surely was!
Not a shred of integrity….it looks to be
The blackboard waited stark and bare
As yet, there was no teacher there
A striding vision, took the chalk
You know… I recognised that walk
Miss Malone’s Dulcet tones
Sent a shudder through my bones
Her flowing hair with blonde highlights
Her mini skirt and fishnet tights
The way she stood with feet spread wide
And the purpose in her stride
I gave my mate a little nudge
His loving gaze just wouldn’t budge
I said, “Forget your lurid thoughts,
We’re barely out of schoolboy shorts.”
He nodded at her crimson lips
The wiggle in her swaying hips
I said, “You’re fourteen, feeling flirty,
That there teacher’s nigh on thirty!”
He said, “I’ve heard her name is Maisie,
She makes me feel all oops-a-daisy”
I said, “She’s glam, that much is true,
But truly, she ain’t right for you.”
It seemed he thought me quite remiss
And so I had to tell him this,
“She seems quite able in her job
But last week, Miss Malone… was Bob!”
SEX EDUCATION
A schoolboy called Timothy Leary
Found sex education quite dreary
He thought it would be
More exciting you see
But they only covered the theory
14th May 2023
Funny, Bawdy of Humorous Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Tania Kitchin
A game I used to play
'Search and Destroy' ~
when but an innocent schoolboy
OLD AND NEW 2 : BOARDROOM
Jackal preyed on dimpled dolls
smiling gold on slender wrist
nosing down a slippery path
scowling schoolboy promoted
beyond his mediocre castle
Mammals sat on polished teak
coiffed moustaches, tonged peaks
feeding unclipped grapevines
old words and wounds
eating raisin muffins
Falcon scribbled notes
watching eyes serving
newly ordained masters
legalese from a previous
age flowed from fine shifting
fingers in a cage
Overgrown thyroid sat there
his infantry lost in teeming
townships blaring transistors
interrogators of another time
peeped at a polished tiger-eye
on his seat
Minds like noisy tools
drilled atomic holes in
the boardroom table
beaded headdresses falling
from fat oozing french seams
They will learn Christmas carols
in mint retirement homes
when the table losses its legs
©GhairoDanielsPoetry1997
A poet who doesn't feel
Is like a dealer who doesn't deal
A knife sharpener without a steel.
A writer who won't emote
Is like a schoolboy reciting by rote
A person who truly never wrote.
This dabbler 'I' at least tried
With words like feelings that never lied
Or sought coldness as a place to hide.
"Upon Looking in a Modern Volume of Verse"
The day will come one day when my soul departs,
one day I will be old and frail;
my beauty will be withered pale,
perhaps I will be reading braille !
My days will be a mix of real and imaginary parts,
I will recall my childhood joy;
my favorite pretty doll toy,
and my crush on a cute schoolboy !
The day will come one day when my soul departs,
one day I will not hold a pen;
and I will never write again,
but I will always have my Zen !
My days will be a mix of real and imaginary parts,
I wish my end is like floating;
on a boat in the sea drifting,
with my distant horizon glowing !
_______________________
April 18, 2022
Poetry/Rhyme/My Distant Horizon Glowing
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1449-598-18
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Anything You Want
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke, Judged 04/23/2022
Second Place
[Line one is an old schoolboy version of the first
Line of ‘While Shepherds’. I wrote the rest of verse
one based upon it, but was then astounded to
discover ‘my verse one’ word for word identical
online. As such, I must claim this poem as a
collaberation.]
While shepherds washed their socks by night
And hung them on the line
The Angel of the Lord came down
And said those socks are mine
Fear not he said though they be red
You washed them not with whites
Glad tidings of great joy I bring
They weren’t in with my tights
If you see David down this way
He’s bound to say this line
I’ll separate the colours, Lord
And things will turn out fine
O laundry maid did you not read
The instructions displayed
I must complain, look at this stain
Don’t think that you’ll be paid
My laundry sack produced forthwith
A purple, once-white thong
I also think that thong has shrunk
Can’t get the damned thing on
O God my thong it sure is high
How it hurt my cod-piece
Good grief I can’t wear it again
It slips right up my crease
Sadness
Like the sachet
Of a detained schoolboy
Taunt, tease, thrash, threaten, terrorize
Sadly
Sadly
Sachet full with
Colorful memories
Captivate, caress, convince, cure
Serene
Serene
Sadness gives way
Sachet memories soon
Savors secure, smoothes shines, shields, saves
Smoothly
4 August 2021
Painfully shy schoolboy and girl
break long, awkward silence with small talk.
The classmates flash sheepish smiles...
with nervous giggles here and there.
Both too timid to get to first base,
to cross the threshold of "I like you"
Bite Size Poem No.16 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier
Date written: 08/02/2021
Hidden betwixt bloom-petals bees and beetles play,
Sculptured, like scorpions, black clouds often collect;
Cool moisture vaporous breeze on air perfume spray,
Sky, in schoolboy costumes, colors-brushes select.
Pregnant with drops, heavy-laden clouds, Torrents pour,
Creaks and cracks break soon like streams and rivulets vast;
Bullfrogs, in snake holes, seeking mates, like lions roar,
Knaves! They slip into the mouths of snakes as break-fast.
Parrots in green silks, amidst leaves play with the rooks,
Branches, dripping crystal blood, wave-like live phantoms;
Lightning, piercing cloudy caverns, light up all nooks,
The drama of nature - performed with cool tantrums.
Though glooms of monsoon resemble crucifixion,
Monsoon, in true conception, is resurrection.
(Amidst floods, the monsoon in India is a season to relish and cherish. Every scene of monsoon can give themes for many poems).
30 July 2021
"Masters, grant to your slaves justice and fairness,
knowing that you too have a Master in heaven.”
Colossians 4:1
Clearly modern-day applications
support chapter four, Colossians.
Direct verse one to fellow man
people where slavery has been banned.
Ministers share this word of caution…
honor your fellow "Colossian".
Our God honors us - with justice
with the goal folks can fully trust us.
"Trustice" a lifestyle Christians employ
with worker or stubborn schoolboy,
any client profits from this tool -
a sharper view of Golden Rule.
Jesus' teachings will crystalize
as forgiven sinners realize
our Savior saves us to think like Him.
Purpose: we won't sink if we swim.
The Squirrel In Winter
by Merlynda Robinson
Winter’s russet lad.
The cheeky schoolboy, Seeking
Autumn’s lost homework.
Poem © Merlynda Robinson 2020
A poem about a schoolboy crush.
PAULINE.
And her name was Pauline.
We were twelve.
We would meet on the swings.
In the park.
After school.
Before tea.
And before dark.
Passing each other on the swings one day.
I heard Pauline say.
"Will you marry me?"
One day I ran to our usual meeting.
But Pauline never came.
I swung on my swing slow.
To give Pauline time to show.
But Pauline did not.
It was all a long time ago.
Still, I have never forgotten her tho.
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