gotta be straight up on the screen with a vague idea of what i'm talking about again. this is the " deal " poem.
CONTRACT
" got a raw deal, now i'm looking for the steal " - black steel - tricky.
every deal i ever made cost me money sometimes deception was almost funny the last big deal was that she be a good girl and i'd love her and look after every hair curl
she broke the deal more times than i can remember oh! to go back to last november.
" pretty girls make graves " - the smiths.
try to be back with a " no deal " poem later " the library loonie is in. uh-hu! don't hassle my library ladies, or there will be trouble.
I was nice this time and reposted your poems in their own post, but you have been asked NUMEROUS times to NOT POST IN THE REPLY AREA OF OTHER POEMS. Unfortunately, from now on, I WILL delete them if you do that.
Given your poems, maybe you SHOULD give up on the ladies for a while.
like i said maybe the ballet was too much for a first time. try coffee or lunch... not all men are like my last and current husband who had and have no problem with me keeping my male friends and going to events with them that they (the husbands) aren't interested in, but maybe you should chill for a bit and give it a fresh start. I guess this one was definitely a no deal poem.
heeeyyy vic, it's not my fault i don't get on with technology and have very limited time in the library. there will be no deleting of poetry on my watch. besides, i don't make copies - paul.
yeah bonita. think i tried too hard with the lovely charlotte. poetry, a yellow rose, tickets to the ballet. box of chocolates. a crystal looking glass. just felt like she was my last chance - love and peace - paul.
They wanted a car not a piece of junk and it didn't matter that they through in another piece of junk to sweeten the deal the problem was... and she knew it plain as day that both cars were just plain junk! They pressured her they tormented her they kept shoving the pen into her hand and she held her ground she sweated she laid her head on the desk threw the pen at them practically begged for her personal information back... finally...after an hour of torture she grabbed her license and insurance card and ran..."NO DEAL" ruthless sob's!!!
I was in the middle of copying it onto paper and was going to delete it and re-write it when company arrived. The company hasn't left yet. It's 10:15pm and I doubt I'm going to get it re-written now. So I will have to do it another time. I wrote this directly into the computer. I also, spelled through wrong...should have been threw. and sob's should have been s.o.b.'s. This is a true story.
uh - hu! some of the things i've signed after a few drinks, you wouldn't believe wolfie. think i bought the brooklyn bridge once ha ha - read the small print - paul.
the over use of the word junk detracts from this piece. while it feels real it also feels as if written just to get a poem in but no real thought went into the content. one you will want to work on later when there is time. it has potential.
Not a poem, but HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAUL BOLE!!! It's a big one, 60!!!
ReplyDeleteHope you have a fun day celebrating with friends and family!
DeleteThank you Victoria and Bonnie for the great birthday wishes!!! They are greatly appreciated!
DeletePaul
Happiest of new decades to you, to you, to you!!! 60 is the new 30.
DeleteSecrets slither down
ReplyDeletehallways concealed by doorways
eclipsed by shadows.
Her red lips, red hair
red dress, shimmer in dim light
as the door opens.
"Stop," she cautions, then
views the intruder, smiles
with invitation.
Case of mistaken
identity, so like him,
she discerns too late
it was not bright, door
unlocked, unprotected. One
can intrude unheard.
"Pizza?" he inquired.
Pepperoni, sausage. Smells
waft across the room.
Memories flood her
senses, family dinners,
Friday gatherings.
"So like your father,"
she says, "thought you were a ghost
come back to haunt me."
"I battle that ghost
each day." her visitor puts
forth. "He's never gone."
A good deal of time
has passed since their last meeting
yet they do not touch.
love it! this is getting better and better
DeleteDealing so well with this stretch of poetry, congratulations!
Deletegetting hooked on this. how far can you take it? - paul.
DeleteNo Deal
ReplyDeleteIt was the deal of the century
or so i had been told
invest all my hard earned money
in silver or in gold.
So i asked one simple question
of these honest sincere men
if it's such a fool proof plan
why aren't you rich then?
Instead of trying to
entice us simple folk
invest all your hard earned money
or is your spiel just a joke?
They had no answer for me
so my money they will not steal
I looked them in their beady eyes
and simply said 'no deal'!
LOL. Absolutely. I don't understand how anyone can fall for those ads.
Deleteknew a woman who kept all her money in her bra.....luckily she had plenty of room ha ha
Deletegotta be straight up on the screen with a vague idea of what i'm talking about again. this is the " deal " poem.
ReplyDeleteCONTRACT
" got a raw deal, now i'm looking for the steal " - black steel - tricky.
every deal i ever made cost me money
sometimes deception was almost funny
the last big deal was that she be a good girl
and i'd love her and look after every hair curl
she broke the deal more times than i can remember
oh! to go back to last november.
" pretty girls make graves " - the smiths.
try to be back with a " no deal " poem later " the library loonie is in. uh-hu! don't hassle my library ladies, or there will be trouble.
I like the "raw" deal take.
Deleteraw deal sounds like no deal to me
DeleteSinging your song, you are, I can hear the harmonica wailing in the background.
Deleteeveryone is out to give you a raw deal, when they find out you've got a bit of money vic - love and peace - paul.
Deleteindeed bonita....i should have looked at the fine print, before i signed - love and peace - paul.
Deleteoh, the blues harmonica would go fine with this one - thanks tash - love and peace - paul.
DeleteSHE SAID NO
ReplyDeletethe lovely charlotte wont go to the ballet with me
think i'll give up ladies, for a time too.
ok. she has a surgeon boyfriend.
but will he be there in years to be there in years to come?
yeah, i had a little cry in the bathroom
felt more like a medieval tomb.
on the spot, no copies poetry. the only way to write. why i get arrested for street poetry. fuck 'em. poetry is life - paul
I was nice this time and reposted your poems in their own post, but you have been asked NUMEROUS times to NOT POST IN THE REPLY AREA OF OTHER POEMS. Unfortunately, from now on, I WILL delete them if you do that.
DeleteGiven your poems, maybe you SHOULD give up on the ladies for a while.
like i said maybe the ballet was too much for a first time. try coffee or lunch... not all men are like my last and current husband who had and have no problem with me keeping my male friends and going to events with them that they (the husbands) aren't interested in, but maybe you should chill for a bit and give it a fresh start. I guess this one was definitely a no deal poem.
DeleteNo deal, alas, when it's no deal you can't fight it, can you? Better luck someday, I hope for you!
Deleteheeeyyy vic, it's not my fault i don't get on with technology and have very limited time in the library. there will be no deleting of poetry on my watch. besides, i don't make copies - paul.
Deleteyeah bonita. think i tried too hard with the lovely charlotte. poetry, a yellow rose, tickets to the ballet. box of chocolates. a crystal looking glass. just felt like she was my last chance - love and peace - paul.
Deletea very poor poem tash, but i was a bit upset when i wrote it - take care kids - love paul.
DeleteThey wanted a car
ReplyDeletenot a piece of junk
and it didn't matter
that they through in
another piece of junk
to sweeten the deal
the problem was...
and she knew it plain as day
that both cars were
just plain junk!
They pressured her
they tormented her
they kept shoving the pen into her hand
and she held her ground
she sweated
she laid her head on the desk
threw the pen at them
practically begged for her
personal information back...
finally...after an hour of torture
she grabbed her license and insurance card
and ran..."NO DEAL"
ruthless sob's!!!
I have to agree with Bonnie, Not sure why you kept repeating Junk when you could have used other words. Sounds eal, too.
DeleteI was in the middle of copying it onto paper and was going to delete it and re-write it when company arrived. The company hasn't left yet. It's 10:15pm and I doubt I'm going to get it re-written now. So I will have to do it another time. I wrote this directly into the computer. I also, spelled through wrong...should have been threw. and sob's should have been s.o.b.'s. This is a true story.
Deleteuh - hu! some of the things i've signed after a few drinks, you wouldn't believe wolfie. think i bought the brooklyn bridge once ha ha - read the small print - paul.
Deletethe over use of the word junk detracts from this piece. while it feels real it also feels as if written just to get a poem in but no real thought went into the content. one you will want to work on later when there is time. it has potential.
ReplyDeleteThe Happy Ending
ReplyDeleteThe cards I was dealt were no deal for me,
no win with them that I could see,
I folded my hand and waited to play
With hope for a better one next day.
I was patient and waited to see
if better cards would come to me
Some are lucky, some are not
I got lucky in love and that's a lot!
So what if I lose a bit of money?
I don't care, now I've got my honey.
lol! yep we have to play the cards we're dealt. I got a chuckle out of the last two lines.
ReplyDeletestill waiting for that royal flush tash, rather than the pair of two's - keep dealing - love and peace - paul.
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