Millie was flattered by the whistling of men
But her friend, Tillie, told her to think again
"They're just catching their breath
but are as pale as death.
It's healthy ones, Millie, for whom we should yen."
"Well, darn it, girl. You know I'm hard of hearing
I thought those guys were speaking words, endearing.
"That noise is their wheezing,
and their looks aren't pleasing!
Let's move along now, Millie. Please stop leering."
Millie looked back but off fell her eyeglasses
She stopped to rip toots and expelled her gasses
"I know that really stinks!"
She laughed, "I'm such a minx."
Don't tell me I should take etiquette classes!"
They strolled until Tillie had to take a seat
for she was feeling a bit faint from the heat
Millie started to scold,
"Tillie, you're gettin' old."
"Not too old to kick your walker to the street!"
"I'm only saying those guys were old geezers,
not the sexy kind we once called 'strip teasers!"
And at that thought, Tillie smiled
In younger days, they'd been wild
"They're not what we'd ever call 'woman pleasers."
For Contest, 'What I Love-What I Hate' Sponsored by Tom Wood
Every Tree in the Park
I love to stare through leaf-shade under wide trees,
Under confetti-scraps of green-gold sunshine
Scattered by a breathing invisible breeze:
Each planted parasol a unique design.
I love seed-codes, sudden sprouts, giants’ ages;
Bud-burst, summer stretch, autumn, winter stages.
When bowed in purple storms, when wild branches thrash,
Lightning strikes, cracks. Trees, still magnificent - crash!
Mozzies Buzzing
I hate can’t-be-seen sneaky mozzies that whine.
Sniffing for carbon dioxide, these teasers
Ignore other people and focus on mine.
Why are all others not such mozzie-pleasers?
I snatch vacant air, slap and smack my own face,
Flick the light, but of the slim insect - no trace.
Could I suffocate hiding under this sheet?
I pulled it too high - now they’re biting my feet!
You've read it correctly,
that's what the directions said directly
but
it's not some innate random homogeneous gift
that encourages and displays these internal poetic rifts,
we are somehow blessed,
betrayed, besieged, bestowed, beleaguered and bemoaned
by words, phrases, unmatched rhymed teasers enthroned
upon some grandiose display of mismatched garble
a picture, an image, a brain's ensemble, quite remarkable,
the integral, seamless agreed-upon selection
of who or what could be prisoner to our dissection,
there within the confines of heart, body, and mind
lay hidden pseudo images soft, hard, vile, and kind,
therein those coherent enigmatic systemic wholes
buried, shaped, unseen, rhythmic whispers of our souls,
the center of our individual, molded, subservient whole.
A woman is caring
A woman is motherly
A woman is strong
A woman is sister
A woman is a friend
A woman is loyal
A woman is understanding
A woman can be teasers
A woman can be fickle
A Woman is force to be reckoned with
A Woman can be complex
A Woman can be loving so much more
‘Splendiferous,’ said
the rhinoceros, truly
~ who just ate Julie
Oh, Poetry, why are you not
What we think you should be?
Have you not been forever malleable
Pliantly submissive beneath our hammers
Assuming forms that mimic or surpass
The master crafters lingering tones
A thickening of thinning edges
Slicing through the arrogance of time.
Oh, Poetry, must I make you mine?
Court you, cajole you, dance your dance.
Could we not meet as passing lover’s,
Teasers, flaunting temptations,
Scintillating scents wafting wildly
Through a momentary passion,
A secret rendezvous
with desire’s
need..
Aficionados here and there,
People craft, lead and build.
Those traders are teasers of the wind,
Sail and sail, draft and rate,
Be your own rafter till you lead the machines.
Magician of genius,
Roundtables of roundabouts,
Wheel and chain wheel every unshielded process,
Superhuman intellectuals fragmenting puzzles of equations,
Build this new cybernetics!
Nemesis are the rivals of each creationists.
Mechanics are our homepage.
Physical, mental, natural appeal
Don’t forget spiritual let’s be real
People don’t seem to be ‘bout that anymore
They rather sit still and not open the door
Of true sexual intimacy
The gift God gave for you to go into me
The idea of the Most High was romance
Nowadays we don’t want to give it a chance
Because of all the scheming, cheating, and lies
I’m surprised to still hear of true love that hasn’t died
With all the love music that’s ringing in our ears
You’d think there’d be lasting marriages of 30 plus years
Love we hear now is not the same
Too much scandal-ness, brokenness, deceit, and pain
Where’s the beauty, power, exclusiveness, and ecstasy
Let me repeat, God’s gift to us is sexual intimacy
Intimacy that goes past physical features
Intimacy that goes beyond mind blowing teasers
This type of intimacy is tied to your soul, tied to my soul
When you go into me we are one whole
Fraction, doesn’t matter who’s the numerator or denominator
We will always be One Love.
“ Care about what other people think,and you will always be their prisoner.”
~Philosopher, Lao Tzu~
So dying to be adored!
Empty as dried out lakes.
Oh, how tragic to behold,
The old, being just fakes.
We, especially who have
trouble seeing or hearing.
Do simply not understand,
At the young, stop your jeering!
Take inventory of our time left.
Knock off telling the old to follow.
Cheapness is our great sorrow.
Hiding well what we have learned.
Flashing our bold sheepskins?
They all should be burned!
Have we learned nothing at all?
Deaf ones, prideful, should be scorned.
Younger poets we treat with derision.
As is we were gods, with some royal
circumcision?
No, no. do not ape the crowds.
Sing your song fearlessly, sing it loud.
Never be cheap, a crowd pleaser.
You, afraid to speak truth?
Nothing but life’s greatest teasers!
12/14/2021
Babbling brooks whisper in trembling trees,
winds wander through the tangled weeping willows.
Blushing buds where hummer's hover,
vivacious vines creeping twining teasers.
Walk warrior trails tempting,
heavenly harmony blissful balm,
I find "me" in nature's artistry.
_______________________
November 5, 2021
Poetry/Verse/Alliterisen/Finding ''Me''
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1403-757-05
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Alliterisen - 7 Lines
sponsor, Joseph May, Judged 11/29/2021
Second Place
Have a great birthday, Sister Nitz,
Views alarmingly disappear;
Time to make multimedia blitz
Of teasers for the entire year.
Topic: Birthday of Nitz Antiojo (March 28)
Blinded by shining shards of sunlight
reflecting off sandy summer shores,
give pause to wonder what unworldly sight
hides beneath ocean’s watertight doors.
The Sun, father of the shoreline
instructs his lazy children to light the way
for beach combers and bathers-in-the-brine
who worship the Sun and sand as play.
Burned flesh and scorched, fire-red eyes
accost non-believers shaking their heads,
bemused that the Sun’s brilliance belies
affair extraordinaire with the sand he beds.
The Sun and sand a reflective twosome
combining their charms and beckoning
unsuspecting lovers to a garishly gruesome
show of frivolity and a day of reckoning.
In other words:
Sun and sand, such teasers,
conspire to cruelly tempt and torture tissue –
faux pleasers.
Enthusiasts
promising romantic issue –
nets cast.
Beach waltz,
promise anew –
false
Sun and sand, such teasers,
promising romantic issue –
false
Edited 02/05/2021
Bet you thought I was just another old geezer
Well SURPRISE!!! I'm also known for being brilliant at brain teasers
A butcher is five foot eight
What does he weigh
MEAT of course you sillies, take your brain out of the freezer!
Star StableThe Game I love
Star stable is a great game so many memories
The gamers squad
Ace champion is a appaloosa
Riding horses and having fun
Sometimes in the game you can be a wild horse
Teasers on new horses rather called spoilers
Ace beat is my amazing trakehner
Beautiful horse colours in many variations
Lovely game play
Everlasting story quests
bargain teasers
creature features
bedtime peace time
showtime on time
school night, sleep tight
TV off, turn off
nighty, nighty
goodnight, goodnight
sleep tight, sleep tight
12/4/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
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