NaPM April 2 2014

[ChristopherSea]

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Clueless

He had a W.C. Fields persona,
that same snide drawl; medals of honor
paradoxically embellished
his dress uniform.

Colonel Mustard’s war stories failed
to dazzle the widow Peacock. His triumph
in ruffling her tail feathers, pinned a smile
between his jowls and snout. With knife drawn,
he carved a corpulent slice
of mutton, turning his favor
to other delights.

Wandering into the ballroom,
pink knuckles clenching sandwich and scotch,
he bumped into the curvaceous Miss Scarlet.
Her dropped clutch purse coughed up a revolver
unnoticed, cloaked by his pot-roast belly
and her gravy-boat breasts.

Scarlet’s smile seduced
a drive home from an eager Colonel.
A playful shrug dismissed queries
about her escort, who was observed
drinking heavily all evening.

Come morning,
servants found Professor Plum
in the conservatory
under the rosebushes
with Mrs. Peacock,

both dead to the world.

Nice use of all the clue characters, chris. It's great to see you doing these.

Thanks for the encouragement milo. I am having a great deal of fun with the challenge. It is a busy month at work and I am sure that I will be derailed from an upcoming metered form. Nonetheless, I will try as many as possible. I am highly motivated to do so for the love of poetry, as a demonstration of my appreciation to the site, its membership, moderators and everything they have brought to me.

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Tree tag

She jumps from base to base
never leaving time for me.
I circle, on the lookout
for that perfect moment
to sweep in and claim
her for my own.

She wraps her arms around
their stolid frames,
looks back at me triumphant:
she won't be mine this time.

Oh yes, we played a version of this called 'base-runner'. I like the tree hugging aspect of your version.

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Monopoly Man

My father never went to school, he played
his life just like a game. He always won
Monopoly by charming everyone
into accepting offers that were made
below the market value - then he paid
us off with kisses when the game was done.
Daddy would put the board up after fun -
never displayed, or bragged about his run
of fine hotels, or boardwalk barricade.

The first words that he taught us were "I can":
he knew the power of possibility;
an uneducated, modest businessman,
and yet we started sharp at six and three -
our father showed us how to understand
this life by teaching us Monopoly.

I still love the classic game. We always vacationed in Ocean City and frequented Atlantic City. The board is a familiar reminder. You have a bittersweet take herein. Although a dentist, my Dad did a lot of real estate speculation and investment. He almost always won Monopoly too. Thank you for reminding me of him.