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Monday, September 12, 2016

What's In a Name?

My mother once said,
"Don't blame me,
Your daddy gave you that name,
I wanted to name you Dawn,
Like the break of day,"
and so I tried that on,
I placed one foot into the 'what'
of it, and the other into the 'if'
of it, and wore it,
It wore like dew,
on a blade of grass,
It was fresh girl fast,
with a lot of sass,
It was, 'what you say?"

It was, 'yes that's my name
use it don't abuse it,'
It was fine girl thick,      
not skinny little me,
It was, if I had that name
I'd be a mono-syllabic chick,
I'd be able to check a dude quick,
I'd be like, "h-e-e-e-y!"
I'd be taller,
and whenever I'd leave the clique,
I'd be like, "yo h-o-ll-a!"
It wasn't a name for the feeble,
It was cool girl cute,
Not like me, cerebral,

If I had that name,
I would be heartless,
I wouldn't shed a tear,
Luke Warm would be my partner,
I'd have nothing to do with sorrow,
I'd flip the bird at mourning,
and stay out all night,
never search for tomorrow,
I'd bend over and moon fear,
I'd give the slip,
to all signs and warnings,
and dance with sheer fright,
I'd be as cool as they get
better yet,
to reel me in they'd need a dragnet,
because like the theme, 
from that old show suggest,
Musical Note Emoji (Apple/iOS Version)Don ta donta, Don ta donta Dawnnnn!Musical Note Emoji (Apple/iOS Version)

Is a bullet proof vest,
and she don't take no mess,
but Dawn's not the name daddy gave me,
He wanted me to have a name of substance,
to be a lady who could face adversity,
to be a lady who'd trial any test,
He wanted me to have a name triumphant,
a name one step ahead of the rest,
he wanted me to be discerning,
and to always try my best,
to be more interested in learning,
than in the next dance step,
He wanted my name to identify me
 and defeat, deceit, fraud, and trickery,
so he gave me an identity,
that would always ensure 
that I'd get that victory!   

victori © Sept 12, 2016

Tuesday, September 6, 2016

Periodic Chart of Elements: Group 18

What is the composition of lovers?
What are they made of?
I can't understand them
the movements of participants in love
is paramount and tandem,
as if they walk on HELIUM 
it's constant but random,
spontaneous and explosive,
at first they walk on eggshells  
seeking intimacy, and closeness.

Then attract and repel
and then they retreat,
to separate corners,
to get out of the heat
that NEON amasses
Like coy foreigners
in citizenship classes,
They collide behind walls
in moments of pleasure, or passion
which can expand into brawls
without significant repulsion or attraction.

Cold shoulders and cold wars
noble infractions like ARGON in action,
they either make-up or break-up
but they indeed decompress,
either by signing the prenupt
or divorcing the stress,
He had to know she was frigid
as KRYPTON when he met her
but still he said, yes
Didn't she know his rules were rigid,
with  a temper like NITROGEN
before she picked out the dress,
but she doesn't want to fight again,
so she lays it to rest.

Then there are those lovers,
who love one another
without pandemonium,
whose love surpasses all others
without malice or odium,
Their eyes radiate like RADON
and they knew from the start,
whenever their eyes meet photons
and electrons ignite in their hearts,
and that's not saying much,
their love also tops the physical charts,
sparks trigger and fire each time that they touch,
and because their love last
these lovers are phenoms
growing longer and stronger, like XENON
each year that goes past
I've concluded lover's are composed of well ... gas!
Maybe I should of paid closer attention in chemistry class.

Victori ©