POEM: Semi-Conscious Conscience
This was my composition for the CPC Saturday Share collab challenge. The featured line was “Let your conscience be your guide.”
SEMI-CONSCIOUS CONSCIENCE
Or: You Can Lead a Rake To the Lawn,
But You Can’t Make It Clean Up Your Yard
A sage was approached by a randy rake
considering the right course to take.
The sage said: “Let your conscience be your guide.
That way you will have naught to hide.”
The rake replied: “you think I should wear naugahyde?”
Sage “Listen to that voice each night and day,
even if it’s not what you want it to say.
It will help you keep to the right way.
The rake shrugged: “I ALWAYS beep to get the right of way!”
Sage: “The time of year can be quite important,
to avoid having your lifetime shortened.
Don’t listen to what your April voice may say.
That inner voice gets even worse in May,
until you wish it would just go away!”
Sage: “Your conscience striving can take you far.”
Rake: “I AM conscious when driving a fast car!”
Sage: “What you learn from it will heal all scars.”
Rake: “I refuse to burn or peel all my cigars!”
Sage: “Hear that inner voice speak in the dark
when you have the urge to make love in the park.”
Rake” “Oh, I do! And like when I’m driving a fast car,
it always says: Go man, go!”
The wise writers who advised with a line: Barbara K. (2), Bettie (2), Diane (2).
An Odd Love Storyor: I no longer feel dead inside, but I’m not so sure about her!A Cheryl’s Pals’ Collabby ScotorumHere’s a heartwarming story of love conquers all.It happened on Halloween back in the fall.I had cut through a graveyard on my way to work,when a woman ran at me as though gone berserk.Although sunlight was dancing in the noontime skyshe said: “Hold me close in the night as I cry!”I confess now that I had no idea why,which left understanding her quite high and dry.But then she swooned: “Your velvet touch makes my heart sigh!”I confessed to her exactly the reason why:”In error I hotglued a swatch to my finger.”She said: “Please don’t stop, so these feelings can linger!”Then she told me I was her beloved gallant knight.In the name of chivalry I’d aided her plight.She said she’d been wandering though a labyrinthof dark secret rooms after drinking absinthe.She was wholesome and sweet as a warm apple pie,and I thought she was sexy, on that I’ll not lie.I held her close and gazed deep into her eyes;and pursed lips for a kiss, when to my surprise,a thick haze descended like vultures that swoopdown like black tears of death, or pidgeon poop.A horrid black spectre with visage so slywhispered “please excuse me while I kiss the sky!”Then my new friend did something I thought quite bizarrefor what she said next hitched my dreams to a star.She looked up at the spectre, and with fire in her eye,yelled: “No, you excuse ME, while I kiss this guy!” Now we are a couple and she’s my precious dear.I kiss her and hug her and stuff when she’s near.We’re happy together, except once in awhileshe farts in our bed, and it smells really vile!© 2009 RGDThe Spooky Spectral Linegivers: Colleen B., Comedian Professor Bob, Jimi Hendrix, Lady “Cheryl” Death, R. Grant, Sevenamagenta.