The babies of the fall
The fairest of them all
They live to weigh the scales
‘Cause “Justice will prevail”
They’re social butterflies
Personalities full of charm
Their smiles, you’ll memorize
“They’re sweet so what’s the harm?”
They love beautiful things
They’re into casual flings
But these ones tend to cling
Like an angel to its wings
These lovers are the sweetest
They’ll take your heart to Venus
They can also be the meanest
‘Cause kindness ain’t their weakness
With their lie detecting skills
You’ll be running for the hills
But they’ll treat you like royalty
If they know you’ve got loyalty
They’ve got the gift of gab
Their heart is up for grabs
They’re romantic to the core
They’ll leave you wanting more
Hesketh approached this adventure with full throttle enthusiasm.
She had never captured a star, but was confident she would be victorious.
Being the seventh daughter of a seventh daughter of a star counter
A clear vision of her deed had risen from the inside of her cauldron.
Her visions were usually smoky, this one was as clear as a TV screen.
Without a vulnerable star, her powers were half-mast at best.
She was clairaudient, a captured star would give her clairvoyance.
Whispers of what life could be with this power assured her queendom.
At the present time her sister was to be ruler of Amsterdam City.
Hesketh was fully ready to combat black holes and dodge meteorites.
She had her claw devices ready to grip the star and pull it back to earth.
She would have to be fast, for sorcery had given her a warning.
Others were after this star. It was up for grabs so to speak.
Six or seven psychics had seen that it was wobbly and vulnerable.
crew was sworn to secrecy, as they exited this galaxy to enter the next.
Hesketh’s heart thumped wildly as she headed toward her destination.
The old timers complain nowadays,
about how modern technology.
Is stealing away all their secrets and,
selling everyone's privacy.
Information is left up for grabs,
exposed for all of the world to see.
By touching a finger to a glass,
while they are hiding behind the scenes.
As my mother would always tell us,
“You do not air your dirty laundry.
But back in the day, if I farted,
she would know about it before me.
But I never could quite understand,
how anything could possibly be.
Less private than hanging my holey,
underwear outside for all to see.
If you're thinking that your 5G phone,
might be the fastest thing in the land.
Then you have never met my mother,
with a rotary phone in her hand.
I think about eating a cookie
It’s not mine; it is theirs.
But I had no breakfast, so lookie….
It's up for grabs on the top of the stairs.
Old dog yelps, “don’t do it, Pup!”
This aged geezer never fills up my confidence cup.
I leave the cookie and army of ants move in.
Now may I have it? I yelp with a grin.
Mama of the house picks it up in a dustpan.
I will never listen again to this old man.
It’s gone now, in the garbage can.
I howl the night away, annoying this old man.
A revised version of Alice was up for grabs in the clutches of my mind.
With a wizened worldly white rabbit, drinking mushroom tea of a new kind.
I began plotting and scheming a plot that would flabbergast, awe and bind.
The others editors had no imagination, so I finally said “Oh, never mind!”
(aka… A Note To A Cheat)
The birds and the bees are down on their knees
The bunnies and kittens are riddled with fleas
The chocolates are melted the flowers are dead
And Cupid’s gold arrow turned out to be lead
Although you once rendered me all of a flutter
You’ve skewered my soul like a hot knife through butter
So, where do you go to get cozy and tender
While I lay alone with my heart in a blender
I long since discarded my rose-tinted specs
So don’t tell me that it’s not love, only sex
Did we not each promise till death us do part
Is that why you hammered a stake through my heart
Well, not anymore: keep your hearts and your flowers
I’ll fret nevermore when you’re missing for hours
To love and to cherish, remember that lie?
Be sure to remember this truth, “Goodbye.”
*
P.S… I’m reclaiming my pride that you took
For you never took… my little black book
________________
[Sorry ladies, I’m not up for grabs… this is all make believe]
30 October 2022
Contest: Tell It Like It Is
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I have not been on a plane since 2019
That was some three months before COVID-19.
The 2019 trip was one of the worst of my flights.
However, although uncomfortable, it was planned.
But I prefer to tell you about our unplanned flight.
In 2016, my wife and I boldly decided to fly one way.
The flight back would be 'up for grabs'; go with the flow.
One way, Sacramento to Chicago by plane. Not a problem.
Chicago to Jackson, Ms. by train. Longer time. No problem.
One way ticket from Jackson back to Sacramento. Problem!
Our affordable and preferred carrier did not operate in Jackson.
So, we rented a car that turned out to be a truck and drove to Memphis.
Out of Memphis, we boarded our flight with three stops to Sacramento.
Are you tracking me so far? Can you see the 'venture flight' unfolding?
Jackson to Memphis by ground; Memphis to Houston; Houston to Portland;
Portland to Sacramento. Some 879 additional miles of unplanned
travel, but two senior citizens who boldly went with the flow were home at last.
071822PSCtest, Flight three Poetry, Chantelle Anne Cooke. 3P
Sadly, I have been forsaken;
Every shady bench is taken.
Sunny spots are up for grabs.
I sit down while keeping tabs
On nearby seats which are in shade,
With odds against me, I’m afraid.
Still, there is a little breeze
Provided by surrounding trees.
Boats upon the river glide;
I am glad to be outside.
Fireworks tonight I’ll see
Indoors, on screen, with cool a/c.
There was a time, when DIVORCE was, morally speaking, excess cargo. Divorce is much more acceptable today than just a few years ago. Remember when 'family values' was greatly highlighted in Presidential campaigns? Political winnings were up for grabs if you didn't know how to play the game. ADULTERY is not new, but it is not an acceptable behavior in our culture. It may be more widespread, but to cheat on one's spose is considered a failure. We can say that 'everybody lies', but LYING is by any respectable standard, unacceptable. Sometimes, 'flying low' goes unpunished, but most times, our fate is predictable.
01032021PSCtest, Morality, 8 lines, Rhyme Form, aa, bb, cc, dd, Mark Koplin
Rhymes: cargo-ago; campaigns-game; culture-failure; unacceptable-predictable
A lake filled with joy but surrounded by pain
caught in a unorganized just over broke we
just watched each other go down the rabbit hole
We put in overtime and the freedom was to much so
our minds were up for grabs every bottle we counted
as we down it and are induvial pain slipped away at
least until the start of a new day
The lake filled with bottles the pain became hard to
sallow the bottles started to float to the top the habit
had to stop I got a new job and changed a lot and pulled
my mind out of that compromising spot
A friend to a friend, she has made my bed unkempt
up for grabs, the lady lays, halleluyah to alcohol for this prey
she faces the heavens, a highly appealing sexual offering
every of her, is in display and begs to be measured
the spread of both pairs of limbs makes it strictly an invitation
and bare thighs stimulating his skin to produce its own vaseline
walking into this presentable scene, his strength goes bald
this ticket for a night banquet is stained with blood
massive salivation, part of the incredible celebration
and the boy behind the zip stretches to have a good look
his weak link with her can be jeopardized
two minutes of corruption, the brain becomes an organ of dirt
the heart is bigger, to see this calamity
not a time to be stupid, he covers her with the nearest blanket.
Published: 05/17/2020
The mind and body dualist,
his prison for a throne
Confusion reigns where consciousness walks,
where can it find a home
The soul the prize that matters,
the spirit up for grabs
Proximity defining its own lie,
positioning unclad
But somewhere in the distance,
and somewhere heretofore
A laughter lives beyond itself,
escaping its own core
The zero-sum dilemma,
what Sages claim to own
Lay far beyond what’s deep within
—where truth is free to roam
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
Canine, incisor, molar to.
What are all three? I’m looking at you.
One hundred thousand dollars up for grabs
Ellen is waiting showing her abs
Dogs teeth, teeth dogs, dogs the woman guesses.
Man gets a chance to steal. Dogs? He professes.
That’s great! His wife yells, happy as a lark.
Great in what world? All three in the dark.
It is teeth, Ellen announces. The audience laughs.
Everyone else there sees both contestants are daft.
Narrate you own life's story
and tell you own life's tale
Don't leave it up for grabs
or even up for sale!
Write down your own life's story
before the others do
Wading through words and phrases
that aren't remotely true...
Plan out your own life's story
before it's done for you-
and you're stuck acting out a life
that you despise and rue.
Plot out your own life's story
or at least, Act Two (or Three)
Rewrite your script, if needed
to set your spirit free!
Dress yourself with color
costume yourself with care
Create the character you want to be
and strut with catwalk flair!
Design and build your life's stage
or at least, rearrange the props
and play your role with moxie
not caring if it flops...
Create your own life's story
as producer, director, star-
and then kick back & enjoy the show
no matter how bizarre!
Be your own show's critic
ignoring all other reviews
Lavish your life with praise
acknowledging cast and crew.
Become your very own fan club
awaiting each scene of your day
Taking joy in each thoughtful detail
of your glorious, quirky play!
Trump Should Surely Pay Price
Trump should surely pay the price,
For poor behavior and not being nice;
When we meet,
Idiot complete;
To solve problem, what should suffice?
I am up for grabs. When is his behavior
completely illegal as opposed to not being
recommended? Trump has turned into a
legal nightmare.
Jim Horn
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