Best Gentlemanly Poems
~Frosty Interlude~
She ambled in the frosty woods.
Wondering, if with her imbalance
problems and her cane, if she should.
Still, she forged ahead bravely through
slippery branches and dead grass,
Till the world tilted and she went
crashing onto her _ss!
As luck would have it, a fellow-
canes-man was there.
He greeted her and brushed the
dead leaves and frost from her
graying, full head of hair.
Stood the grateful woman up,
and took her to his gentlemanly
lair.
Hot chocolate and cookies were
placed on the table.
He gave her a warm, Turkish towel,
to dry her long hair, making her
serenely comfortable.
They spent that entire November
day together!
A day she will always with sweet
thoughts and in her heart, fondly
cherish and remember!
11/1/2019
Bite Me
May fortune fall upon you
And give you riches by the slew
A mansion huge with twenty rooms
Designed into the finest style
And in each room bespangled glass
And because you are a wretched ass
and lack a gentlemanly guile
leaving nothing to presume
May diarrhea follow you
from one to twenty rooms
John Lawless Contest May 31, 2015
Every little girl needs her daddy
to love her with gentlemanly charm.
To hold her tightly when she is afraid and keep her safe from harm.
Daddy have you ever wondered whose holding us now.
From pigtails and bubblegum,
to lipstick and high heels;
Daddy whose going to be their to hold our hand.
To help us mend our broken heart,
teach us that true love is real.
Daddy you never stop to wonder the day
you walked out on mom was the day you abandon us too.
Now as we grow older whose going to teach us to dance in the living room,
Whose going to see us twirl.
Whose going to bid us goodnight
And tell us everything is going to be alright.
Daddy your actions were selfish your desires divide our home
Now daddy you no longer belong to us alone.
You forgot along the way that there is no love that equals that of daddy's Little Girls.
Daddy you once said you prayed
But along the way I think you forgot to ask God
To guard your heart and protect your family from your selfish wayward ways.
The day you married mom
The day you created us
You forgot you made a promise
To stand with us for better for worse
You promise to love us and watch us grow
Dad you failed us
You replaced us for ashes and clay
We were meant to be daddy's little girl's.
"Golden Gift"
sweet life as a golden retriever
a good therapy dog, stress reliever
changing lives I am called Venus de Milo
wagging my tail I shout a huge "hello".
after duties are done I speed round the yard
barking so softly while still standing guard
my friends, Thor and Thunder, are gentlemanly "Danes"
treating me like a lady while we play doggie games.
at dinner, my mistress, allows me to share
canine chow with "the guys" a midnight blue pair
we dash for the leashes for a walk in the park
enjoy greeting people till long after dark.
soon bedtime arrives and my friends paw "bye-bye"
I trot to my blanket in a basket nearby
howl goodnight to the Moon as I nod off to rest
tomorrow duty calls and I must look my best!
*For Doggone Tales Contest
*June 22, 2012
Between 96th and 104th Street on Broadway
A mid age man holds high his bible as he shouts and struts.
From year to year he holds his route
When day is lit or turns to night
His chants I hear in words of worth
His strained voice reaches some looking out windows
Those traversing sidewalk sometimes stand and stare
He stands few feet away in worn shoes twisted to one side
His felt hat on salt and pepper hair gives gentlemanly air
He could have been a GQ type in earlier times
A worn leather bag heavy laden with tracks and books
Is draped on one shoulder.
He hands colored tracks to anyone
While lovingly he chants:"GOD! GOD! GOD!"
"I LOWYOU! ILOWYOU! ILOWYOU! GOD! GOD!"
Over and over his chanting holds rhythm
Contentment rings clear, but by golly! the man speaks no English
The bible is held high as he shares.
I've seen him writing countless checks for
Religious cause each first of the month
He writes until the lot is done; then from the post office
He ventures right back on Broadway to share
Salvation tracks; yes, he holds high his bible
And strut, and strut, unashamed; unafraid
His ministry to him, means a lot.
*
ARTE MAYOR*: Neither Cricket nor Football
Is this the way to prop A-first
Sock not oval ball overhead
Slam not round ball with drumstick dead
Cut not corporate tax: the worst
Hundred millions sweat till tv burst
Swamp Super Bowl cheer-leaders' tights
The day England scorned Wales' rights*
Would arméd football rugby durst
Catch not ball in leather-gloved hand
Watch how slip-fields pluck balls from air
Out-fields brave boundaries debonair
That's what cricket's in any land
Trumped-up charges make no A-men grand
Nor soft base balls stop eyes grow sore
A-1 Nation must make World soar
Hail Rugby! King Twickenham brand!
Throw missile back You Quarter-Back
Take no step beyond the Red line
Referee draws to keep the front-line
Push no further than ball in pack
The Golden Rule's not to kick back
Unless you're in scrum cheek to jowl
And lick the foe if he must growl
Block those horns in grid-lock Am-track!
Curve ball's By Gad no in-swinger
Reach first base sans one lone strike
Home runs no match sixes through dike
Stop runs coming through huge bouncer
Best way to take the World over
Scrap apéd games from lean memory
Learn to play ball gentlemanly
You'll need no Vinson carrier!
*Arte Mayor (Sp. Major Art) stanzaic form, the art of Archiprest de Hita (12th-13th c.): eight syllabic lines in eight-line stanzas, rhyming abba acca.
*England beat Wales in epic match at Cardiff to win Six-Nations' Rugby 2017 Trophy; the same day the Super Bowl was watched by 125 millions on TV. If the same audience could have seen the match at Cardiff, I'd wager that would have been the very last Super Bowl event in history.
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XXVI
IF you pull that long-besieged face
Back and forth to Brussels in Brexit bob-sleigh
Deal or No-Deal backstop Customs excise nor phase
EU patience and make jingle-bells rein deer neigh
If you pull that plucky long face
You risk boxing the Left's adamant Brexit-Deal ear
" EYES " to the Right " NOSE " to the Left " have it " put Westminster grace out-of-place
No argument on amendments " PROSIT " with Franco-German beer
Then if you pull that long disfigured face
The Celts will with Scots not in English parley
To invite reigning Norman to fly in the face into Brexit space
Not mind you on skis past Omaha Beach and Isle Guernsey
Yet if you continue to pull that long-merited face
Even Roman legions will over-run the Charlemagne Gaul face rightaway
To watch Nero blitz-krieg London while May souffle sur les braises
Won't even a Nobel Peace Prize entice a ditch-Brexit May
If you must then pull a long-stymied face
Carve Britain out add a STAR to the Star-Spangled pot-pourrée
Let the Scots the Irish and the Welsh in gaelic discourse
While gentlemanly Six Nations Cup supplant Super Bowl rough play
© T. Wignesan - Paris, January 29, 2019
When my son was young and so very, very wild…
I loved him dearly for he was my child.
But I feared the drugs, alcohol, and friends he did keep.
I knew they would destroy him, as I found my Eyes do weep.
We found a private High school with new peers to seek.
Miraculously, He found his own way back, and to college he did leap.
He chose a college and fraternity far away, as my eyes blurred again.
But the day he was on his own, became the best that’s ever been.
His fraternity became his brothers, and advice they dished out.
Study time became important, with gentlemanly behavior devout.
I’ll thank them each, in the leadership and help they all showed.
I’ll thank my son for growing up, and for becoming who we now know.
Community service brought blood drives, and teaching inner city kids.
They worked on their fraternity house, reclaiming it from the skids.
All parties had designated drivers to take every body home, all right.
They gathered clothes for the homeless to brighten up their life.
They built Homes For Humanity for to work he was never adverse.
Then, to add to the rest, he continued to work to become a nurse.
He put himself through college working in a hospital and ambulance.
He had learned a reverence for life, happiness, and yes, even patience.
My wild, wild son has found purpose in life and peace at long last.
And again my eyes do weep… This time with love so vast...
Written 11-09-2011
Green Eyed Monster - A Love Story
So, I headed home to me flat from a hard day’s night
Working in the coal mines for a quid or two
“Just outside Londondary”, me says, when some busy body inquires
I goes right home to find me bed
Right quick and fast since I’m exhausted
I finds me ugly gal Sal with some guy there
Doing some unkind deeds upon me pillow
That I can’t rightly explain right here and now
Being a gentlemanly kinda fellow that I am and seeing red
I says to Sal, “Watcha doing deary?!” “What’s that in me bed?”
She says, “Nuffin love.” “I just finished the wash and found this bloke in here
And I’m all flustered, and as surprised as you.”
As a rule me complexion is as white as these sheets once were
I becomes hysterical, flushed and weird and fumbles for me gun
“Where’s me bullets deary!” I query of the misses.
But she’s as quiet as a mouse.
Now I’m in a frenzy and frothing at the mouth
“Don’t let me get me belt out or a knife!” I yells out to the wife
“Let’s keep it nice and easy!”
I finds the bullets, fills the chambers, shoots in their direction
I missed them both
But halted the copulation or repopulation
Which ever comes first
Created on 11/25/14 for “The Green Eyed Monster” – Poetry Contest
You said, “You and Me” is true and polite way
“You” must come first before the word “Me”,
“Do YOU love ME? ” I asked sincerely
You answered, ”****, yes Hon, I really do love you, badly! ”
Looking for a tuxedo, you asked me if it fits you
I said I like the way you first dressed, the first time I admired you.
I liked the way you gentlemanly dressed
You smiled devilishly, I am impressed,
And that suit revealed best fit on your chest!
I like most to wear my best bare back gown
Cling to your arm, dance with the music’s sublime.
Yet you said, “Teach me how to dance, Hon, I have never known.”
“Let your heart teach you; it will make you step on time.
And you’ll see…you can bring me to a dance only our hearts can rhyme! ”
“But I will step on your feet…” you uttered in sorry
Hmn… You know you can’t harm my feet, I have no worry,
Our hearts will guide us to a dance we have never imagined
You and I, I and you… dance in rhythm… ’till US is through…
Let’s dance.
Inner Whispers
UNDERNEATH AN ARMPIT
WHO IS IT? IS IT A TEST?
I DON’T WANNA THINK
I AM OR YOU ARE, ARE OR AREN’T?
GUESS WHO OR WHAT!
A MAN…A HUSBAND!
WHO CARES…BUT HE CARES!
JUST A MERE EXERCISE
NOT IN THE PROCESS AN EXORCISM
OF ALL THE MEN, A GENTLEMAN
A MILITARY OFFICER, A COLONEL
A GENERAL, A PRESIDENT
MORE THAN EVER, A LAPSE
DOMESTICALLY OR MAYBE DOMINATED.
DON’T BE FAST
NOR IN AN ARM LENGTH
THIS GENTLEMANLY ACT. NOW IS IT
SEEMED DIMINISHING OR FADING HASTILY
AGAIN I DON’T WANNA JUDGED WITH RESPECT
FOR SOME REASON THOUGH AGHAST.
GIVE THEM A FAIR ASSESSMENT
THOUGH THERE ARE REALLY THAT
SOFT MANNERED AND SOCIAL DISCOMFORT
BUT FOR SOME EXCUSES I KNOW IT ISN’T
RATHER BE A BLESSING IN DISGUISE
AS VERY UNDERSTANDING, BETTER THINK WISE
OR TWICE
THIS MAN IS GOD’S WILLINGLY A BET TO BIT
A BUTTERFLY, A GAY OR A *****BUT, NO, NOT
I BELIEVE THERE IS AN INNER TRAIT
PASS IT BUT DO NOT CONDEMN IT
FOR HEAVENLY THE TRUTH
THIS MAN TRULY “ LOVES YOU”, QUOTE,
AND UNQUOTE!
Yesterday rear it's ugly head
To reign and paint today's rain in red
Seduce the mind and rape dead peace
Through today's stolen and bitter kiss.
Today a circle so viciously formed
Around success and being totally doomed
Farther from the frontier of success
Sinking deeper into doom's fortress.
Today scrambles hurriedly to safety
In the guise of being gentlemanly
Tommorrow smiles and embraces scorn
Setting the pace for a gainless run.
Genuine drive implodes randomly
Indecision gains ground evenly
Gained grounds give grounds in a shameless run
As tommorrow's blur continues to burn.
If today brave the sorrow instead
Turn and face yesterday face to face
Tommorrow's bliss will be assured definitely
A hardworker is a sure candidate for fun.
Poetry Soup abounds in poets who are special in unique ways and for me it was so hard to single out just one. So I was reluctant to join this contest. However at the last moment, I thought of choosing one, Edward Ibeh, a true gentleman in my eyes, who never comes to limelight, except for the contests he holds from time to time.
E - Effective words in place, a poet’s grace.
D - Diligent in duties and devoted to virtue in every place.
W- Wisdom and humility combine in this forbearing soul.
A - Authentic heart that cherishes life in its whole.
R - Radiates kindness like a guiding light.
D - Dignified in character, making many hearts bright.
I – Illustrious poet with a passion for his art, so genuine.
B - Braving adversities, in family and community shine.
E - Elevates fellow poets, giving due respect to all.
H - Honorable in every way, he's a gentlemanly soul.
Beauti-licous boy -
brawny, blushing blackberry -
Banquet for big bites!
Bare yourself; bedevil me.
Be bad, Boy, and make me beg.
Rare raspberry rogue -
recipe I can’t resist;
revelry’s repast!
Rattle me. . . Then ravish me.
Rambunctious rascal. . . . No regrets!
Gentlemanly grape -
Berry that grows gracefully -
Good for the gourmet!
Generous, gallant, gentile.
Gaze on me, and go. . . . .slowly.
My sweet seducer,
I savor strawberry scent
sinful. . . sensuous.
Shiver me beneath silk sheets.
As you saunter off, I’ll sigh.
Bodacious berries -
from blue to boysenberry;
from bashful to bold,
and from breakfast to bed time. . .
Bountiful berries bring bliss.
For Linda Marie's "Luscious Love LLingers" Alliteration Contest
Musical rainbeats
Harmonize upon the roof
Static on the radio
A love song, a love dance
Our feet slide in step
There is the heat of
Your hands on my waist
The nearness of your face
Your amber eyes radiate gold
And I don't know where to look-
I think about another
I said "Forever" to
Our forever did not
survive two summers
I wonder if I can ever believe
In forever, again
Silence too potent
We untangle, unlock
"Thank you for the pleasure of your company,"
You say, in your winsome, gentlemanly way
"You don't have to go; this was all I wanted,"
I almost say - but don't
Because it wasn't all I wanted
In my memory, we are
silhouettes in moonlight.
9/12/18