Best Deux Poems
Dedicated to a fine poet on soup, Lin Lane
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I shook hands with my brother and bade him farewell
Then set off on my journey away from this hell
Mexico I’d head for and buy a small farm
Meanwhile back in town the guards raised the alarm.
A posse they assembled to help track me down
But saw some Apaches and hightailed it back to town
It was far from over, the Pinkertons were brought in
Determined they were, to carry out the hanging.
After three days riding my horse became lame
It slowed down my escape that made me fair game
Sold my horse at Santa Fe and boarded a train
Vowed I’d never come back to America again.
Two whole years went by and I was living free
Thought they’ve given up now, they’ll never find me
Bought a farm, met a girl, a beautiful senorita
Had two children both girls, Anna and Conchita.
One day I went to town to buy some supplies
The Pinkertons were there, I couldn’t believe my eyes
They arrested me at gunpoint and they took me to jail
I strongly protested my innocence but to no avail.
Spent a week in the jail while they sorted deportation
Paperwork completed, headed for the railroad station
After a long journey we arrived back in Colorado
They had the noose ready, they were raring to go.
All over the state the news was all about me
The Pinkertons just loved their new found glory
The night before the hanging I heard guns blazing
What happened after that was truly amazing.
About a hundred desperado's invaded the town
Burst into the jail and told me to lie down
The sound was deafening as they shot at the lock
The Pinkertons stood speechless, they were in shock.
I went out into the street and a voice said to me
“We only found out because of the publicity”
Then out of the shadows came a face I knew well
My twin brother once more had rescued me from hell.
He said “join our gang and we’ll ride far away”
I said “crimes not for me and one day you’ll pay”
Rode back to Mexico to round up my family
Then headed to Brazil where I now live and I’m free.
Lin suggested a part deux so I was inspired to write a sequel, thanks Lin.
HEARTBEATS ON PAS FE DEUX
Starstruck by your smile as I opened my eyes
Snow-white cheeks glows to peaches sweet
Running fingertip to heart shaped lips
As spring breeze kiss, I am a lady longing to grow
Fear a lost shadow because warmth flows
With your presence alone, I am soppy blown
You bestow me a new life within a universe that's dark
Walk with me, don't you depart
Let's decorate views: a tapestry of you and me
Man ... how quick you boil my fire
Your heart thumps a crystal chime choir
Cushioned pleased from your musky scent
Words weak and not needed for us to speak
Beside the hearth, let's dance our anthem real slow
as our heartbeats jive in a pas de deux
If by chance you catch my eye
I hope for you to see our sparkles high...
Our footwork a unison graceful cruise
Two become one in this dance we choose
Best given as we don't wanna to lose
© O. E. Guillermo
October 24, 2014; 10:27pm
***Inspired by the poem made by James Fraser: THE FONDER OF YOU
***PAS DE DEUX (French, literally "step of two") is a dance duet in which two dancers, typically a male and a female, perform ballet steps together. The pas de deux is characteristic of classical ballet and can be found in many well-known ballets, including Sleeping Beauty, Swan Lake, and Giselle.
My smile is just for you
although you are so far away
your feet tiptoe around
a shadow
a phantom
your fragrance
temptation
seduction
Once was a day where we were
warm and soft
in morning breeze
I pirouette to you
This corner
two sides protect my back
but i'm so vulnerable
in how i miss you
how my nights are poor
my days are lacking
my aching frame
Every day one small step
makes a waltz
orchestrated
a day where it
doesn't matter
that legs are ethereal
***
July 12, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Two dancers in sync
We were made for each other
But you're sick with the drink
Twisting and turning
Our steps I do trace
I am locked here alone
In this stoic embrace.
17.04.09
Composed for Charlotte Jade Puddifoot's Open Poetry Contest 2
Mosaic beauty upon a canvased mind -
Abstracts' thought of two;
Spiritually carving an essence defined -
Sculpture's alluring view.
Model charisma, transcendent panoramics -
Chiseled utopia, kissed;
Shapes sexing and molding, sealing ceramics -
Tracing mystiques', blissed.
Embossed lines erect, curves aligning -
Signature beings, weld;
Engraving couplet, trademark entwining -
Crowning bijou, held.
Marbled terra cotta knows statues' Arcadia -
Concrete and clay conceive;
Porcelain angel now lives in Fantasia -
All set in stone make believe.
© March 2013
On the sands of time
How will his feet print on the sands of time?
The query he is so bothered to ask
Emirates, ere hit and run dashes his rhyme
And creates deep holes of vast pending task.
Will those little lights yet glow when he’s gone?
Or will they die off when he’s in that hole?
This, he meditates in his deepest lone,
Scribbles verse, should unexpected grips whole.
Placer orb was where he conceived this tongue;
Whence his momentary opt to torch the ground
Ere it will be too late to dong a gong-
Then the planet will guest still air of sound.
For the world abrupt visitors, he scribes
This anon writ, ere God sends His un-bribes.
©A.O, 4/3/2014.
Now at an advanced crotchety age
namely three score plus one Earth
orbitz around the nearest star,
yours truly revisits
poignant episodes foisting
launching snapchatting
one after another crisis
sidelining ability to cope
pursuing life, liberty
and pursuit of happiness
whiz hard by at light speed.
Though just a kid during third industrial revolution,
I remember feeling lost in space (age) and agog
at being on the cusp, when infrastructure
(regarding blueprint describing
information superhighway,
technological/computer transformation
would when soon after graduating
Methacton high school
(mine alma mater)
quickly usher The Fourth Industrial Revolution
a way of describing the blurring of boundaries
between the physical, digital, and biological worlds,
a fusion of advances in artificial intelligence (AI),
robotics, the Internet of Things (IoT), 3D printing,
genetic engineering, quantum computing,
and other technologies.
Gradin foliums....
These Oratorians of self deceit
Dicentras bleeding hearts....Benighted
Trying hard to portray, something else
And then to justify, this begriming....
Through hollowed and piercing words
Projected towards others
These prima facia showings
Of pretentious light....
Often unveiled, amid their antipodal works
Derived from a desire....Beguiled
That fills this emptiness
The amiss, of their own darkened worlds....
Standing behind the provincial podium
Gathering in others, as they themselves...."Unknown"
While selling their blood drenched tickets
To Apollyon's, never ending curse
..............Folie A Deux..............
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The Convention!
All our Love's vicissitudes,
Our amorous, glamorous attitudes
Two Hearts pounding, the grand resounding
With sincerest gratitude
In Perfect Passion, ardor action,
Paramours enraptured fashion
To you devoted, the walls have folded
I lose myself in your attraction...
Everything I have given you,
My Heart, my Soul, my Pas de Deux
Together forever, this sweet endeavor,
Until at last we say adieu
A brine muffled resonance given to the huge ancient tolling bells
Still the fearsome proud gargoyles stare but now outface just fish
Gentled by time a seas barnacle claimed pews some fifty fathoms down
Chancel aisles and naves perceived there filled a ghostly congregation
Faithful now the drowned the dead the lost tsunami friends
They lie in the sea we know not where
God please grant them heavenly peace
God please grant them peace
Inspired by Claude Debussy’s piece
(Thy lovely lasses unwittingly
unstintingly unexpectedly
taught me selflessness)
Every Holiday time each year,
a rocketing increase asper
doling out Uriah Heap ping
largesse imposed upon each
citizen banker (coerced, forced,
induced to buy baubles,
bibelot, curios, et cetera striving
to outspend a competing
shopper, which faux grand
handedness, and crass exhibition
generating mega sales (as Tale
of Two Cities, or more)
earns management stripes viz
embracing the Christmas spirit
(via blithely deftly, frenziedly,
et cetera) per avidly boasting,
coarsely displaying, eagerly
flaunting, et cetera prices paid
for the latest curiosity, doodad,
gewgaws (whereby un
avoidable advertisements), flood
mass communication airways,
causeways, driveways, et cetera
to plug reduced priceline sans
gaud dee, knickknacks, gimcracks,
encompass companies blitzkrieg
for those, who disparage being
labeled Scrooge plunk down
every red cent, and empty
their pockets, purses, wallets
to snag the title of topnotch spender
no matter no need exists to snatch
every last kickshaw, novelty ornamental
tchotchkes, (which modus operandi,
(visited upon the populace, a tidal wave
vis a vis figurative manifestation,
laceration, inundation, whereby tenet,
maxim, credo, et cetera broadcast
to general public amply expending
fistfuls of dollars fulfilling
Great Expectations
(for family, friends, relatives)
buy giving liberally,
and intuitive paramour, whence swooning swain first experienced anew
an alien emotional lightness of being within mine hardened carapace did brew
a propensity to surmise, intuit, and detect a romantic joyful dew
drop similar to lovers in dustbin of historical annals dipped ‘ere farewell flew
common as the air we breathe, this new found muse sic cull passion grew
yet handled with kid gloves, which lacked the means to nurture and hue
a novel interpersonal ecstasy, which with fits and starts knew
tony yen physics manifested into a mutual attraction
despite any self-admission new
to this chap, whose skills sans intimacy infantile
and as a result inadvertently caused grief
to a gal (who valiantly christened her vehicle Ruby)
hoping to stride down the pew
which outcome thwarted, now tis much more sands of mine life time
funneled down the hourglass shaped queue
without any rhyme nor reason find this bard **** to rue
how a golden opportunity indiscriminately
lost a flickr and sentiments now akin to culinary Michelin patshke stew
rather futile to ruminate the long lapsed travails that tripped a true
lee darling dame, whose take on the matter, this poet would cherish a view
yet….nary a clue exists if any possibility to revisit that denouement recalling
the awkward fits and starts before embers of warm reciprocity kindled
reciprocal an ambition to court, jest and indubitably woo
to flip and shutterfly at greased lightening speed
back to that contra dance at Summit Presbyterian Church
at the cross roads of Green and Westview Avenues.
devastatingly, grievously, inconsolably,
got hexed, issued jilted livingsocial, a less
son learned to late, how maddeningly mess
say yon nick lee infuriated, not accepting press
sing ill fate, nor countenancing fatal injustice,
refusing to curtsy fiendish inxs did piss
her off (poisoned scorpion sting) remiss
cheekily peppering psyche as if Swiss
cheese, a once spunky Arthur Murray shored
dance instructor, who scored
door prize in the guise of thee less torte sured
near nonagenarian papa, where meanness poured
from grim mortal outlook parlayed moored
deadly reaper, quashed, ruined as lord
stole, sacred maternal tribal nurse, unfairly did hoard
final precious seconds unexpectedly meant un explored
positive rapport forever undergirded "door"
closed to resolve ambivalence with venerable bead
did association between
kith and kin, unfairly
dead poet society lettered deed
wrested a vibrant life despite zest that freed
a vibrant gal to coast along dialed up esprit
de corps spirit to live, yet greed
of metastatic cancer upended lead,
where mind over matter, sans power
in positive thinking rubric and plead
ding didst kill last ditch homeopathic screed
ambitions trumped, thus giving up the ghost
wracking sadness, sinking sorrow spilling most
lee tears of loss, among family, fellow Unitarians
of the Thomas Paine Fellowship
included with your obituary post.
Folie à Deux
stirred not at all
like a wilderness of dreams
or tremulous glimpses
of awakening
the world is
mighty but solemn
invoking traitors
into the ocean
of lucidity
bitterly trembling
we're motionless
rudderless
but not artless at least
and we sigh
and sigh
and sigh once more
Don't grab a hot pan with your hand, from the form the oven!
It's painful.
Don't roller skate in a Hurricane?
Are Ya crazy?
Don't linger by tall buildings, in an earthquake.
It's fatal.
If you ride on a burrow might land on a cactus.
Your jazz will be Achin.
Don't eat a loaf of avocado toast and two stacks of bacon.
That's constipation may ruin your vacation.
Never refer to her as your old lady.
She'll punch you in the nose.
your eyes will swell closed.
Feel like you reside in Hades!