Best Adrienne Poems
A Table of Four
The convention room was filled to capacity
There were four to each table
Not one, with just three
The atmosphere was charged with smiles and delight
Opportunities to put faces with names
What a beautiful sight
Cause we were laid back, no nervousness or fright
There was laughter and cheers
From the groupers
There were no strangers here
Just us soupers
My table consisted of
Adrienne Gresham
Carol Brown
Dr. Ram Meta
Carolyn Devonshire
Dragon Anguish
Adam clenched his fists attempting to block his senses
from the growing growls that hammered against his rib cage.
The thousands of millenniums he had lived barricading his heart
from all worldly emotions.
Adam looked up at the daunting sky to flaunting dark clouds
creep overhead. He breathed in the sweetest aroma of petrichor.
Thunder grumbled breaking the silence in the coldness,
as strikes of white lightning flashed across the night sky.
He couldn't stop the desire to shift into a dragon and fly.
To feel the wind beneath him again, to stretch his wings
and weave between the clouds and roar.
Adrienne, his beloved was a mortal.
She was a lovely lithe blossom that he had vowed to protect.
Her smile would inspire leaves turn green
and flowers bloom and burst into color.
Her eyes were the color of the forest that would shimmer
like the night sky with a thousand stars.
She had a riot of long burnt umber hair
that cascaded down her slender back.
His memory's grip, craving her, again and again.
Kisses that engulfed and would open the doors of heaven.
Releasing a fiery passion within him engulfing his world.
When Adam had been gone hunting for food for several days.
Men from another clan came down from the hills
pillaged and burned the village, not a soul had been left alive.
He raised his head and gazed into the night,
never again would he unlock his soul.
Adam shifted and jumped as he spread his leathery wings
and flew in the cover of the night sky and the clap of thunder.
10/13/2018
Poetry Contest: Fiction - October 2018 Writing Challenge
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"The Slip-ins"
Why should I continue to write
these feathery songs,
these blanched banjo tomes,
these wilting poésies
of a lost little life ever circling
like a memory stone thrown
across a lake of discontent
into the bottom of a dark pond
where the sulphar trolls
with their attached pilot fish
of no kingdom come spin
their spindly venomous and childish reasons
along their tongues those sticky webs like a cast net
toads reeling blue flies in
smiling at all the joy stolen
where they store the chord of me
silent and vibrationally buzzing
like a good mummy
for later feeding,
I am trapped
in the blistering better knowledge
of those angry joyless monsters
who like love-hungry creepers slip in
ripping me away, pulling me down
far away from Blue Sky
Candide Diderot. ‘25
“Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality.”/Lewis Carroll
“War is an absolute failure of imagination, scientific and political. That a war can be represented as helping a people to 'feel good' about themselves, or their country, is a measure of that failure."/Adrienne Rich
“War is an invention of the human mind. The human mind can invent peace.”/Norman Cousins
“There are not more than five musical notes, yet the combinations of these five give rise to more melodies than can ever be heard.” /
Sun Tzu, The Art of War
“Imagine”/ John Lennon (Lyrics).
No matter who he would marry, his heart belonged to Carrie
Her romance with Aiden could'nt keep them apart
Big already had her heart
It was almost like a forbidden love
The kind one tries to rid themselves of
Their love stood through the test of time
Lingering on in the backs of their minds
The love was so strong, they couldn't ignore
They came together on the penhouse floor
One more hurdle they must get over
He only wanted her, his friend, his lover
He lost his nerve at the thought of the crowd
The girls took the honeymoon, as they enjoyed it out loud
Big knew for months what he must do
get to that courthouse and say I do.
Adrienne L. Gresham
Soul Mates
Big and Carrie sex and the city
excerpted from "For an album";
Adrienne Rich (1987)
...
Our story is of moments
when even slow motion moved too fast
for the shutter of the camera:
words that blew our lives apart, like so,
eyes that cut and caught each other...
...our story is
how still we stood,
how fast."
That still fresh old photograph of you
astride a spotted pony, bare feet
dangling as limply as your torn dress:
the background was a high veranda,
cool green trimmed with gingerbread.
A small boy sat the animal with you --
two solemn and handsome children
upon a well-fed pony, photographed
by an itinerant in the thirties --
the time frozen as long as the picture
or our fading memories of it may last.
Some say the boy, our brother,
did little in his forty-six years;
but now, we see his boy's eyes,
soft, liquid, serious, sad,
no hint of smile about them.
We weep his loss.
And you, sister:
alert, protective, girl's face
set to fend off the world --
cast so early in your role
as the family glue
holding us all together.
Terry, as I called him, was ten years old when I bought him
No power steering, that, I could handle
No air conditioning, now that was a shamble
I tried fixing his air, but he said no
He drank all of the freon and said let's go
With my head out the window, we drove along
One day the brakes went out, and when he finally stopped, I walked home
I reluctantly put him up for sale
because he was my first car, my toyota tercel
Driving Me Crazy
Adrienne L. Gresham
Yo, strength flows from lethal fists, these
Coz, am I not, the dark-sided Casanova?
Anger, fear, and pain to they
Who respect me not one iota.
Yet for my first fight, see I not,
The force of that USA flagged toga.
He, yes, knocked this goon about
Almost sending me into a coma.
Yo doc, called I, it hurts so bad,
But it not where it’s suppoda.
Yeah, me it is, don’t you know
Doc? Me, is it not, Yoda Balboa.
Yo Adrienne, doc said me,
To imbibe, yes, a gallon of soda.
And used force, did I on the poor doc,
So as not to pay what I owe’da.
The pain subside, did it, yes
After gulping gallons, three, of cola.
Never again do I ever fight
Until part II, of Yoda Balboa.
For To Yoda, an Ode contest
A man in the park, playing ball with his son
Unaware that he's being watched, they go on and on
In his sons' eyes there is just the two of them
In his own eyes, there is only love for him
The sun is setting now and neither wants to stop
There is only yawning now and the laughter has ceased
He holds his son close as he quietly sleeps
This is sexy to me as his love has flourished
It is evident the child is well nourished
Adrienne L. Gresham
What is sexy to me?
The Love of My Dad
When I was a child, you combed my hair for school
I never played hooky, because that was your rule
You helped with my homework
Math was a trial
But you stuck with me, because I am your child
You never gave up, no matter how long it took
You taught me to clean, and also to cook
You’re my dad and I am so proud
I love you, and I say it out loud
Adrienne
LaCont’e Gresham
I make haste to run to you
After twenty years, I know it's true
Love so fierce, it makes me sweat
Daydreaming of you only makes me wet
Dimples so deep, they are still alarming
One gold tooth, so bright, it' charming
Adrienne L. Gresham
1-6 lines of Romance and Love
written 04/12/2012
Wow! drinking, smoking and partying all night
Mini skirts, low cut blouses and pumps too
Look at what turning twenty-one can do
Coming home later and it's my choice
Waking up early to almost no voice
Time for work now, cause I'm grown
Can't wait til it's over so I can go home...
Coming of Age
Adrienne L. gresham
A
We laughed so long and so loud
Our only witnesses were the clouds
You jumped up and shouted, Yes!
That was you, at your best
We thought you had snagged a bass
It could have been a whale
That brim was so tiny
In unison, we all fell
Thinking back on that time
Finding this beautiful treasure trove
Good thing we caught four brims today
We can now fire up the stove
Adrienne L. Gresham
There is no need to look and stare
Take a picture, if you dare
Life is what you make of it
It gives back what you put out
It’s like a boomerang
Whether it’s joy, sadness, or a big shout
Think about it before you act
Know of a surety, it’s coming back
Adrienne LaCont’e Gresham
My First Date
Adrienne
Strong, intelligent, witty and fun
Sister of Tina and Sandy
Lover of chocolate, writing and singing
Who feels excitement, joy and prosperous
Who fears spiders, loss and heights?
Who would like to see my books published, Boston Mass and New York
Resident of Edgewater, Alabama
Gresham
Babies Need……
Babies need shoes, clothes and loving care
Combs, brushes and oil for their hair
Lotion for their skin and baby oil too
Socks, booties and to play peek-a-boo
Babies need hugs, kisses and love all around
Lots of smiles and never a frown
Mind stimulation, so read to them often
Gentle caresses and to be cuddled softly
Babies need to be held and petted too
They need to feel safe and secure even
Outside of the womb…..
Adrienne LaCont’e
Gresham