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P-oetess, who is so GREAT and LOVELY
O-n the pedestal, I look up at her with so much glee
E-verything she writes are splendid and they all inspire me
T-eaching me unique writing styles, drawing me to pen more with piquancy.
D-estroyer is a nice name giving me good impressions
E-ncouragement through her comments, destroy all my writing inhibitions
S-o grateful that heaven brings her as one of my precious gems
T-ruly, I will forever treasure her in reality and in my dreams
R-ight here in my heart and mind, I sincerely admire her
O-h, what a great mother, grandmother and also a sweet friend and sister!
Y-earning to meet her someday, I still wonder
E-nchanting names she has are giving me puzzles
R-esolve my doubts, who is Skat and Linda who has the same name as her bf forever?
Written: Sept. 6, 2012
10th Place Winner
Contest: Curiosity Killed the Cat Harry Horsman and Mandy Tams
Poet Sponsor: Harry Horsman
Yes, an English rose is magnificent for it possesses a regal
lushness that opens the heart, but its true beauty-
its deep seeded secret- is how well it thrives on foreign soils.
G allantly wooed, she became quite beguiled,
R evered soldier lost his heart, overseas.
A ir raids and firestorms, moments fragile,
N ooks hid the young lovers, defiantly.
W hen he proposed, she turned, wept silently,
A nguished, behind black drapes* prayed a new bride,
S irens would scream, bombs made hellish banshees...
A nd the torment replayed each eventide.
C adence of passion mutes all noise hostile,
A dversity bonds, two soon would be three,
N ow far from his side, our rose was exiled*,
A t dawn left his red-eyed evacuee.
D ivided, and yet love was mailed daily,
I solated by miles of vast countryside,
A fter a short time, their son came to be,
N ightly, his father touched pictures with pride.
W hile he defended her Beloved isle,
A nxiously, she boarded the Queen Mary*,
R ocking her scared boy, each gale was reviled . . .
B ut on Pier 21* he clapped, happy,
R ain veiled train* windows, homesick was she.
I t took two winters 'til she heard his stride,
D ear that December, Oh, sweet unity!
E vermore one, their love never died.
*During WWII, Germany's bombing strategy of London, known as the Blitz,
made it mandatory to draw black curtains at night to hide lights which were
targetted by bombers. Children and pregnant women where evacuated from
London to rural areas of England, where they stayed with host families.
The Queen Mary was one of the more notable ships which carried war brides
to Canada. War brides arrived at Pier 21 in Halifax, Nova Scotia before
boarding trains, known as "Diaper Specials" The immigration of war
brides to Canada was known as 'Operation Daddy".
**By Cyndi MacMillan, For Constance’s "Write It Deep And Dramatic, Please " Contest. This poem is both acrostic and 3 (divided) Hutains.
***Dedicated to a true English Rose, Florence Gordon, my grandmother and a war bride.
If I were to write about love
I would start with a word
I remember before my grandmother died
she would recomend
I get a job in the writing world
the acting world
and then she's gone.......
I remember the rain....
how one life affects another.....
if i were to write about love....
i would start with a word....
I is for idyll in the way that at 91 years of age my grandmother took such care, attention and pride in her appearance and her home.
V is for vanity as my grandmother was always immaculately groomed,her hair always looking pristine, full face of make up, how fantastic at that age.
Sometimes I think I should take a leaf out of my grandmother's book.
I can see my grandmother nodding in agreement.
Y is simply yearning to have my grandmother still here.
S is savour, I savour those laughs we used to have together, especially talking about my grandmother's war days and her lodger's she took in during the war.
S is also for secondary care. When you get to those senior years in my knowledge most only receive secondary care, except for my grandmother who had exceptional care, love and attention at the hands of her two lovely carer's (or minder's as my grandmother used to call them) Ellie and Angie thankyou for caring.
M has to be for memory, as my grandmother had the most amazing memory. A better, sharper memory than me and my mother joined. My grandmother had the sharpest, quickest brain. M is also for my grandmother's amazing courage and spirit throughout her life.
I is for intelligence, as you could always hold and keep an intelligent conversation going with my grandmother.
T is for tender, as my grandmother was gentile, and affectionate as well as being vulnerable and sensitive. My grandmother was also non-judgemental, she never judged me on being a lone parent.
H is for hereditary for my smith nose, for my grandmother's sense of humour, and of course a hug. Grandma I send you a hug from myself and Daniel.
On a lighter note, on telling Daniel my son of his great-grandmother's death, I said great grandma has died and gone to heaven in the sky.
Daniel replied "only animals go there"
I said people go there too
then Daniel replied 2but the beds are to small"
In the beginning, I took you for granted.
Remembering the sound of high-heeled shoes clicking.
I learned later that you were a grandmother extraordinaire.
Dependable, kind, wise, you always remembered me.
Every birthday or holiday, like clockwork, a card or a gift of love.
Secrets were safe in your hearing, in your heart, too.
Caring, sometimes through tears, you were there for me.
Endless was your love; constant was your listening ear.
Nothing uplifted my falling life more than your never-ending love.
Today, I am the person that I am because your iridescent-self shone in my life.
You remain my confidant and friend-grandma.
Omnipresent from the heavens your love directs my heart.
Upon the everlasting, joys abound in my memories of you.
© Dane Smith-Johnsen
September 30, 2011
Cody of you I ponder
Obessed with concern and wonder
Desiring a good life and joy
Yearning for you to be a happy boy
Just come close to me
Understand my desire for thee
Standing beside you all the way
Thinking there will be a better day
I love you and always will
Now and untill God calls me and then better still