after work we gather for a bit of flute playing and dancing
I am tired after work, I begged off several times
They stopped inviting me.
my grandmother was disappointed
She wants me to be popular
you really should try it, she said
she was a dancer, she is tall, not a gnome like me
I lie about my height saying I am five foot two and a half
I am actually five one and three quarters
it is a weird thing to lie about, but it works for me
finally I broke down
curious to see what had bonded my co-workers
they were always giving sly looks and laughing
like they had private jokes
because they did
they were glad to include me
I had a two drinks
which is way over my tolerance limit
these pink ladies uninhibited me.
there was instant equanimity between us
I put a laurel on my head and danced my heels off
it only happened once, but it helped me to be included forever after.
Oliver often scolded Hardy, on a point of which he was
Never tardy.!
They had to have 'their daily fix' if not hourly? They were like two cats on
Hot bricks!
Their made up mayhem, garnered them gold, it was their milk and honey
A hit; 'they sold.'
Rich and famous, through their tears and quarrels, old Hardys kicks Stanley, made into Laurels!
The crowds, they grew' they travelled far! They lodged at the 'Chine hotel'
They fooled round its bar!
Yet did they take that 'new years swim?' As daybreak comes' as the waves
Roll in !
That hearty English breakfast, taken soon after.' Would sure have got Them ready; to raise some rafters.!!
whimpering sniveling pout
mopey face bo ohwe-ohwe whine
scratching his head mopey face
I was here with me
I was much involved in this thing.
You mustn’t forget that at all.
So, you stop arguing with me:
For another time your challenge…
Easy to enter fighters’ ring,
Their curses picked in far-flung hall,
In all eardrums stings of a bee;
Ignored restraint seeks its revenge!
Hand pushes to begin a swing,
Sometimes, a quest for quick home call;
Slashing anther throat is free;
Whoever mercy shows quite strange…
“Not unheard-of to life just fling
Some Saul had done it; also Paul
Better than being hanged on a tree
Between both of them a wide range.”
Now, what true laurel does it bring,
Does it the quite short make quite tall?
One is hurt Normal Man would flee
Some passions mutely ask for change…
It takes a snake’s forked tongue to kiss and tell
My Blue Ridges turned a Bitter Eden
Of all I’ve known Love is a Laurel Hell
The lowest limb’s fruit all bruised and beaten
Laurel and Hardy
Stan Laurel
Playing clumsy funny squirrel
Babble utter nonsense.
Wakes up to enjoy sleep intense.
Oliver Hardy
Fits in slapstick comedy.
Toothbrush moustache
Wears sports jacket, loves to twiddle necklace.
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Stan Laurel
thinks he can sing in reality he warbles
His best buddy Hardy slaps him quiet
Before he can start another riot.
Oliver Hardy
Is usually farty so he abstains from drink
Gormless Laurel slurps Manhattans all night
Warbling and singing without stage fright.
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Laurel, oh sweet Laurel of past Spring
Awe-inspiring and amazing in the Fall time
Understanding and bright at the end of Autumn
Radiant with undying might at the beginning of Winter
Lovely to look at at times of tribulation in the end of Winter
Laurel is the flower of dreams
Laurel will never fall at the seams
Laurel is a plant of delight
Laurel will fight the good fight!
Beautiful spring blooms
Decorate the light and dark
Essence of the heart
Politicians Love Their Each Laurel
Not only do politicians love each laurel,
Their responses seem to sound choral,
And impacts on us have been immortal.
Jim Horn
Gads. It is becoming more difficult to
write poems everyday. Trump is having
quite an impact on me.
A Scene from Laurel and Hardy
Like a scene from Laurel and Hardy,
Slapstick and comical beyond belief.
Legs dangle from bedroom window,
His head stuck, shouting for pain relief.
You’d swear it was Buster Keaton,
Or Charlie Chaplin in farcical capers.
Poor chap trying to rescue my keys,
Cruel observer sent a pic to the papers.
Harold Lloyd could play lead part,
My hero was no Fatty Arbuckle.
In distress I couldn’t help laughing,
Ss and full belly chuckle.
This affair was no silent movie,
Or indeed was it just black and white.
The day I locked myself out,
I’m in now and everything is alright.
An ambiguous scratch comes on the face of reason
A sample of the universe hard wired to a voice
Mechanical in nature paying homage to its maker
Perhaps an internet connection or a ghost in the machinery
Gone wrong, gone haywire to the audible illusion of the truth
A misdirection of two words become confused
Go lost on streams of consciousness as blank
Something said that can not be repeated
A word escapes to have another fill its place
I guess we'll never know which one is fake
A static sound heard in the void as noise
A distortion generated by an accident
A girl says “Laurel” so what is that?
Some deconstructed fragmentation
A figment of the imagination
Yanny and Laurel rise
Lost in a fog the mind fills in the cracks
Do not trust the ear for what it hears
Next time speak to the hand
It is sure to understand the facts
Laurel Canyon
Zappa....
A part of the history of the sixties hippie movement
The vibe was hip
sunset strip was where you went to parade
The Whiskey A Go Go was the elevated hippie sub culture place,
Strange insane dancing
A new change was starting to take place...The Beatles,
Buffalo Springfield & The Byrds...
young groupies would hitch hike to get there
The reflective social scene that definitely happened.
Starting with The Beatles & Bob Dylan
Everyone wanted to do the best that they could
through the music with sex, drugs & rock and roll
In L.A. love was all the rage....
People demonstrating with woman burning their bras
Going to Canada to escape the draft....
faces, eyes & feet
Love was in the air & everywhere
An avalanche of kids coming to a love in on sunset strip
Hanging in coffee shops,
500 kids with arms on the wall be frisked as hippies
Steven Stills,.for what it's worth.....
Hippies pout politicians cheer
The Jim Morrison Love Street Pad
The tender leaves of Laurel trees, reveals a name so rare,
a crown made of chartreuse shades is believed to show you care.
In the fourteenth century poet Petrarch adored his beloved’s mystery,
she was a queen with unknown identity and shared the same name as me.
My name is mine and only me can express the truth of grace,
at the time of my birth my mom could attest God made my tender face.
My name may not be well-known these days but I still love its beauty,
I show no fame nor hold a throne, but it’ll always be special to me.
I’ve read and learned what my name means and it seems I can be brilliant,
it’s been said that those who share the same can be quite resilient.
My mother named me knowing I’d be gifted in ways others may not be,
but no other woman with my name could be full of more possibilities.
Couplet with internal rhyme
January 8, 2017
The ivy and laurel have made our crown
And touch of the hand that's forgotten, that's gone.
But thorn creeps through pain and it sizzles with snake
It doesn't call feast, deepest grave - it will make.
So, why do we choose our lyre killing time?..
But souls are still young, oh, my god, save my rhyme.
And give me the reason and push me to truth
And seize all these wishes of eternal youth.
Oh, thorn, leave my forehead, don't make me feel down
The ivy and laurel have made our crown.
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