before I started writing
what I call
"poetry."
Whatever standards that
aspires to,
I don’t meet or greet.
My favorite Disney characters,
are the Walt Disney villains,
the cartoons whom
I will never talk to,
laugh, or banter with.
Cruella Deville:
you make me smile
and wish I was
your partner in crime.
Captain Hook:
let me be your bedfellow,
and curl your mustache
with my tongue.
Show me your
rancidness,
Scar, and let me
show you mine.
Jeremy Irons,
I am your
suckling pig,
smoked, and ready.
Ursula, you are
the queen
of my heart.
My woman of six
tentacles,
and two arms
equals eight.
Sing, and sway
your hips
and I will sacrifice
my voice to you,
any day.
I love the child in me
more than the scraps
(the rest).
Is that “as good
as it gets?”
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
how do you choose
the fairest of them all?
why do you get to pick apart every single person
that never gave you the right?
Snow White ate less and less apples
until she became so thin a gust of wind could’ve blown her away
and she needed a strange man to save her
What if he tried to do something else?
What if heroes aren’t good
and villains are just broken?
Who tells a man when to save a damsel in distress?
What if Beast was always kind
and the witch messed with everyone’s minds?
Maybe Snow White just wanted to be beautiful
Maybe the queen just wanted what Snow had
Who are we to tell if the voice was Ariel’s or Ursula’s?
Maybe we believed Ariel’s beautiful face when no one was there to see if Ursula stole anything at all
Mirror, mirror on the wall
why do you choose the fairest of them all?
Maybe she doesn’t want to be beautiful,
what if she’d rather to be regarded as kind?
Does it make you feel some type of way
that the fairest of them all
was the one who got away?
Yaldabaoth's throat was bound ~ by a necklace of pearls secured by Christ's gold
(Inspired by the final line of the Song for Saint Ursula, by Hildegard of Bingen).
Jailed for the will to be jailed
Kids shouldn’t play with fire
But they do, and of course they fail
In full conscious of mad desire
What now, will you write a sequel
To Servantes’s Don Quixote
Lots of tyres around every mill
A borsch with pampushka you’ve got
There’ll be Ursula of Brussels
The lady you wish to know better
There’ll be most malign old fossils
You must kill them, then go to get her
Or maybe you’ll call it a day
And give it all up, my brave kid
You’ve said what you needed to say
No one wanted, but you did
Like a moth to the flame you flew
To explain the obvious – why?
Suicidal truth suits a rare few
For the rest the price is too high.
In the rain some people are salt.
Then, dissolving like one they should halt:
That God had okayed Rainfall no fault;
My challenge to delay Destined Vault…
The coldest rains could invite that vault,
One’s exposed head to it obvious fault
Does it matter that one is no salt
What you should stop a go-ahead to halt…
Then, for the living umbrella
No skipping Confined Cinderella,
Nor restricting it to Gabriela
Nor “You can’t have one, Ursula!”
A device for springing it open
Any time you want this to happen
And what you’d see: Dome-Shaped Tarpaulin:
A shade for all folks, not just Pauline…
Umbrella all thunderstorms could ravage
And one could hear Umbrella “Savage!”
At one’s service as a walking stick
With it bad legs can distances lick…
The usually easily misplaced
But not as easily the replaced;
After a pounding rain has held off
And from minds a need for it switched off…
A’s family is A’s Umbrella:
Protect one from germs: Salmonella.
The holes in its tarpaulin stitch up:
Droplets from them could start a hiccup…
Civilian casualty
All wars are bad, but wars can be stopped
if there is will seek peace, which there is not
the civilians in Ukraine must suffer more.
How many non-combatants are killed in this
Russian versus NATO and the USA we don’t know
but the number of dead seems relatively small
when so much has been bombed to destruction.
It appears to me that weekly, more
Palestinians are killed by the so-called IDF than
Ukrainian civilians.
But this toll is met with silence since Israel has
been sanctified by Brussels by no other than
Ursula von der Leyen in her horrible speech
absolving Israel of any guilt.
But what else are they expect from this corporate
Fascism the EU has become.
She would be the perfect Ursula for Halloween the entire family said.
Aunt G who consumes cinnamon rolls, scones and plenty of bread.
Let’s tell her yelled her cousins, nieces, nephews and grandma too.
Don’t do it! Screeched her husband. That would make her feel blue!
Behind their backs she had been working on a big costume surprise.
She showed up at dinner as the best Ursula they had ever surmised.
urgency of their needs
unloved by other creeps
Ursula abandoned
Ulrich, a bachelor
ugly and overweight
undiscovered beauty
underneath one’s covers
4/30/2021
Pleiades U Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
HMS verified 6 syllables per line
Beatrice listens to Ursula and cousin Hero.
Those two speak loud enough so Beatrice will know.
She cannot believe what those two women say.
Benedick is madly in love with her today?
Three men have duped Benedick in a similar way.
When Beatrice tells Benedick to come to dinner right now,
both of them want to get together somehow.
As surely as the sun always follows the moon,
this couple will be united very soon.
Based on the play "Much Ado About Nothing" by William Shakespeare
Grizzly grazing upon a peace-scented meadow.
Pretending not to notice a dancer in daisy yellow.
Winds shifting-it stands so horribly stiff and tall.
Sniffing the air, pivoting so very nonchalantly.
Appetite enhanced as it approaches the Zen dancer.
The moment ignited by the most ancient of guides.
It stomps meadow blossoms, with blood in the eyes.
It swats at the awakened dancer again and again.
She pirouettes smartly toward the edge of a cliff.
Ursula stumbles over into her cold gray slag death.
Blunt Brute forces succumbing to sharpened finesse.
B-ehold
E-ffulgence
A-nd
U-se
R-adiant
S-ight
U-ntil
L-ight
A-ppears
S-hining
U-nder
I-lluminate
B-eacon
Topic: Birthday of Bea Ursula Suib (November 14)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Steadied by anthropological roots,
the strong influence gained in Kishamish,
flitting in and out of light and darkness
while harvesting the fields of literature
she delved into the depths of cultural
diversity, the political strength
of peaceful and ecological themes,
dialogue, balanced ideologies,
oriental spiritualism. She
blended science, fiction and fantasy
and harped on environmental issues,
feminism, sexual identity.
Her faithful pen a constant companion
in a long journey of exploration.
Hers, a brimful life with No time to Spare .
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Contest hosted by Debbie Guzzi
Placed 4th
© 28th February 2018
ARCTURUS TREASURE
Just standing in the handle of the dipper.
Drinking stars from inside her silver slipper.
The cup is buoyed up in ancient liquid light.
And Ursula tags a string upon her kindly kite.
Arcturus has flung the dipper far and high.
It rides the flow and surfs the starry sky.
The giant orange that spies the buxom bear.
Our secrets safe and kept as treasure there.
Upright to Milky Way it rips the canopy to scars.
And quickly moves against a slice of slippery stars.
Red glint that is polar to the stoic starry stream.
A visitor that flies within a deft diminutive dream.
Then in a blink or in a million years from now.
The red rust will break from our starry burnished bough.
A star no longer seen to ride a season by Ursula's urge.
Nor extend its dipper's handle in a splendid splurge.
A giant red that wore the bootes of heardsman all it's life.
And followed close to make the North Star a wondrous wife.
No Icarus to fly and melt in drawing hot while narrowing near
It's but a dying star yet keeps melodic magic sung in echoes ear.
by Edlynn Nau
Adam Actually Aced An Awesome Adventure
Bradley Boldly Baked Bad Beef
Christopher Canned Cut Cold Cuts
David Dunked Darla Dimple
Evan Ecstatically Escaped Every Eagle
Franklin Flipped Fat Franks
Gary Gerrickson Gave Gary Ginton Good Gooey Guavas
Harriet Had Hot Ham
Impish Idiot Igor's Island
Jerky Jared's Jelly Jammies
Kate's Kosher Kitty Kale
Leon's Lovely Lyrical Limerick :D
Marys Many Morbid Mail Men
Nana Nancy's Nonexistent Nymphs
Orange Orangutan Oliver's Oily Olive Oboe
Patty's Peabrained Puppys Pea
Queenies Quails Quest
Rad Raphael's Rolo Rapped "Red Robins Ripped Rose"
Samuels Sadsack Sister Sat
Totally Tubular Thomas Took Tammy's Tempeh
Understandable Underdog Ursula Unfaithfully Undertook Understudy
Victors Vamped Valiant Valour
Waldo's Weird Wolf Went Walking Wistfully
Xavier's Xeroxing Xylophone
Your Yakking Young Yolanda
Zacks Zippy Zapper Zapped Zeke
I met a red crab named Sebastian,
Nice and funny one
Then he gave me flowers a sign of friendship
He says I look likes Ariel the princess of the Atlantic a
Eric you must be let you be my prince that’s what I say
Dance with me and he took my hand
Echo of drums sounds in a deep blue sea
Even Ursula the sea witch dance with us
Princess Ariel got surprised, oh! What is happening?
Sebastian what is all this about? I’m the princess and you haven’t invited me?
Ehh... Princess, meet my friend she’s pretty as like you
Ariel Princess of the sea looks at me, saying “I want to trade my tail for your feet”.
In the Deep Sea Contest (Gautami Phookan)
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