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A Debutante’s Ball to Remember
In the autumn of my life, oft have I recalled that superb summer night,
when I finally experienced my long-awaited heart’s delight.
Family and close friends were all ready for my entry into society,
to celebrate it with a grand debutante’s ball filled with gaiety.
In a dreamlike state, I felt like a princess with a golden crown,
making my grand entrance wearing a champagne chiffon gown.
With matching gloves, and a pair of satin shoes on my tiny feet,
my auburn hair was adorned with butterflies and posies sweet.
The ballroom was magically transformed with gas lights all aglow,
and a glittering chandelier reflected on a highly polished mahogany floor.
As the orchestra played, my body and soul were enraptured and consumed
by its rendition of Ravel’s enthralling “La Valse” which pervaded the room.
Elegant ladies were all dressed to the nines in exquisite pastel gowns
of winter white, baby blue, powder pink, pale peach and beautiful browns.
In tacit competition to out-best each other, social charms were well-honed,
as they daintily fanned themselves and gossiped animatedly in hushed tones.
Refined gentlemen in their finely-tailored tails navigated the room to mingle,
keeping an eye out for eligible heiresses beautiful, graceful, and single.
Wafts of mild masculine colognes came from discretely dabbed faces and hair;
while the fresh feminine floral scent of French perfumes permeated the air.
Armed with a full dance card, I waltzed the night away with ardent admirers,
curtsying and coquettishly smiling, moving on to more exciting suitors.
My enchanting evening climaxed with Strauss’s “Vienna Waltz” filling the hall.
Oh, what a tale I will have to tell as my granddaughter prepares for her first ball!
11-21-2014
Contest: Your Favourite Old Poem (06-08-2015)
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Placement: 1st
Contest: Ballroom Delights (12-16-2014)
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst
Placement: 2nd
In the outskirts, where whispers weave through the wind,
there stands a farmhouse, its timbers groaning with secrets,
a silhouette etched against the horizon’s fading light.
Once, it was alive, pulsing with the beat of day-to-day,
but now, it’s shrouded in a cloak of solitude,
walls lined with the echoes of laughter long gone,
rooms filled with the heavy air of stories untold.
The woman who lived there, a mystery, a shadow,
wandered its halls like a ghost, her presence barely felt
but in the gentle ivory caress of piano keys
that floated through the night, a sorrowful symphony
played to an audience of moon and stars.
Folks in town, they gossiped, cruel jests hidden behind closed doors,
labeling her a recluse, a witch, a specter of the past,
never understanding the weight of loneliness she carried,
a burden that bent her shoulders and dulled her eyes.
She found peace in her music, notes rising and falling,
like the breaths she drew, deep and resonant,
a language only she and the night could comprehend.
The farmhouse, with its peeling paint and creaking floors,
stood as a testament to her existence,
its decay mirroring the abandonment she felt,
doors no longer opening to welcome guests,
windows looking out with a yearning for the world.
Inside, the piano waited, its keys now silent,
dust gathering like a blanket, a comfort in the stillness,
each particle a memory, a moment frozen in time.
And so, the house remains, a relic of loneliness,
a monument to the misunderstood,
its story floating with the wind, carried through the fields,
a melody played on the strings of time,
eternal, echoing, alone.
THE FAIRY TALE
Long ago, far away
As the elderly birch trees say
There lived a beautiful girl, in the castle of misty dreams,
Her eyes were abyssal,covered by angel's wings
The smell of mystery lingered in her dark hair
But she never smiled,never talked,dark clouds hovering o'er her pallid face
Dreams and dreams hurried away through the window of her distant gaze.
No wonder the castle hid itself in the fog of loneliness,
All day long it cried and cried waiting for the sunlight.
Till one day the winds raced,through the walls of the dark castle
Every tree and every bird looked in awe,as God glided through the forest
He moved in speed towards that window, the once silent forest gossiped about his arrival.
Her little heart jumped and hummed like the commotion outside,
To catch a glimpse of him she spread her gaze wide..
He loomed across her window, still, for the first time.
He thought, he found, what he searched, whom he knew through the ages
All the happiness came alive as letters out of the amber pages.
She knew she cried, she never smiled as she was waiting to be found,
Watching him so close by, her heart rhymed the only sound.
The clouds raced far away,
Through the mist the sunrays made way,
the misty dreams melted away.
One embrace,one silent gaze,she smiled, the alabaster foam danced over the waves,
The rosy colour flew across her beautiful face.
The trees sang, the birds tweeted, the octaves danced on their own
The seeds of love found their way out of the rock one again.
Long ago, far away...
The castle glowed, the gloom faded away..
If love is a game I need a referee
If sex is a game I want instant re-play
I played the game of life but fouled out
Life stinks (Forgot to take a shower his morning)
Just my luck, life was but a dream and my alarm went off
Does a bear sh-t in the woods? (Don't think Polar Bears do)
When pigs fly, my windshield's in BIG trouble
The egg came before the chicken but some fool sat on it
I want to fly like an eagle but I have a fear of heights
NEVER venture outdoors when it's raining cats and dogs
Maggots began the tradition of getting married in June
She told me to go fly a kite but the take-off was rather chaotic
Two neighbors gossiped over an electric fence and were shocked at the news
If you need someone to lean on make sure they don't have Vertigo
A new cemetery employee is often assigned to the graveyard shift
A harried and harassed mother accidentally threw the bath water out with the baby
Due to inflation, every time it rains it rains, quarters from heaven
I took the money and ran but ran into an old friend...
She gazed into their eyes. The people she has loved all her life, blinded by a facade of people that surround everyone.
The girl she danced with to their favorite songs and held as she went through pain. The friends which whom she gossiped with from shitty teachers to teenage boys. The friends she had shown her true face to, beyond her mask.
Behind which remained a fragile girl whose heart ached so painfully she had once wished to end it. Yet once they knew she stilled remained alone. No, are you ok? No warm comforting hugs. No words of comfort given to her.
The things she had given these people when they needed it. When she fell apart they didn't seem to care. Too busy in their own worlds. So she kept talking about boys, they distracted her from herself. She kept singing along to the songs and her nails changed colors. But she was new, quiet, yet no one gave her a second glance.
And she awaited the day she could escape their oblivion. Their jabs she saved in memory. The invisible stabs that lay deep within. The bruises upon her lungs and the scabs upon her mind. The things that people gave to her and she kept. While she gave them the warmth they deserved and she was returned with icy winters and heartless smiles. The flawless facades of people everywhere.
Then she disappears. Without a trace. The people miss her for a while, they lost their warmth. Yet they move on, new facades of people to meet. New masks to try on, and new costumes to wear.
Awhile she bought bandages, stitches, and casts. Fixed herself right up to whom she was truly meant to be. The facade long gone along with bruises, scans, and stabs. Left behind was the naked personality of a girl once broken become anew.
When she return she visited all of them. She blew tornadoes upon them, and cried hurricanes. She stomped earthquakes, and shouted words so icy she caused blizzards. When the people tried to recover they asked her why she had become this way.
She merely said,
"If it weren't for me, you would become I."
There was an old vandal in sandals,
Who spread about rumours and scandals,
And it seems a mistake
That I baked her a cake:
She gossiped and kicked out the candles.
For Carolyn’s birthday contest
Two neighbors gossiped over an electric fence and were shocked at the news...
What tall tales must one share
to free themselves from hell
do not allow the heart to ponder
or you will be lost in wonder
What does a woman such as I know of love
I know it hurts more than anything
I know it will be down right disappointing
and no one will come to lift you up
For they want you to give them more than you have
from the time I was a child I have known love was not my desire
I loved with all of my heart and gave everything of whom I was
but no one ever took a chance to love me back
Now in my age my mind is torn from loving and harm
do not bother me if this is your way of fun
after all I am only human
I want to be happy like anyone else, even if by myself
Please if nothing nice can be done or said just pretend I am dead
I know when I am hated or gossiped about and seriously I am at a loss
I want to smile again, I would give anything to have someone be my friend
I do not care who loves who just please let me be a human being too
We used to Communicate, Brainstorm, Debate
but I find you've been quiet and distant, of late.
Just what aren't you Saying? What is the good Word?
To find out, I eavesdropped and here's all that I heard:
You Cheered from the couch for your favorite team,
then Boo-ed twice as loud when they ran out of steam.
You Uttered a curse word with nary a thought,
then you Muttered "I'm sorry" to those in earshot.
You Ordered a drink and took more than a sip,
then Explained to the waiter why there'd be no tip.
You Growled at the dog thinking he'd comprehend,
then you Howled when he bit you, cuz it was pretend.
You Broke the news gently when grandmother died
and Offered condolence when some of us cried.
You Whispered a prayer right before the big game,
then Ranted when they won, cuz they did the same.
You Offered to take the kids out for the day
then Recanted when you found out you'd have to pay.
You Requested a raise and when Boss Man said no,
you Suggested that hell was a place he could go.
You Gossiped about the new guy at the gym,
but Denied it when you were confronted by him.
You have Uttered and Muttered and Whispered and Lied.
You've Lamented, Suggested, Proclaimed and Denied.
You'll talk anyone's ear off with babbling glee,
so I ask - is there something you want to Tell ME?
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Current Contest: Screwed V
Original Contest: Is There Something You Want to Tell Me
07/05/2015
Soft breath winds crossed the field
Wildflowers bending in its reverence
Cottoned clouds in their endless journey
While the brook chattered over rocks
It was a secret place
Discovered on a Sunday walk
And later our place for picnics and passion
In the warm days of spring and new beginnings
Carrion crows gossiped from the stand of pines
Tall grasses hissed around the breeze
From somewhere a ewe called for a lamb
And the sun was gentle and generous
You would be there, on your back, eyes upward
Smiling at all that was
Wishing that every day could be so wondrous
Until the splendor brought your tears of elation
And there was me . . . . sole witness of true grandeur
Found within the curve of your lip or winsome half smile
You were more glorious than the boastful clouds
More radiant than the sun against the brook stones
Far more gentle and fulfilling than the calming breeze
More easily loved than all of creation
For as the earth will one day consume me
So did you so long ago
Little old man, lived in the front pew,
Praying his beads and singing his hymns with virtue
While at home, he gossiped and construed about everyone
Brazen he’d go down to the saloon and have a few and argue about his view
© Eve Roper 4/16/2015
Forgot to submit
Contest Name : What Is Your Hypocrisy
Rubaiyat Form
Sponsor : Justin Bordner
The dark green forests cover the earth with pine , straight and tall , all in a line
Fragrant and soft ,quiet and clean
Gentle giants grow in all sizes, sacred and true, waiting to be seen
The wind stirs through branches and whispers its quick goodbyes ,
While making music that gently soothes the soul
Of one who lies with in my fragrant cocoon, seeking replies
My carpets of needles, warm and sweet, quiet my step and cover my feet
The chickadees, black capped and white, fly to my side
One by one they stop and say hi ,As they pass merrily by
Raccoons, squirrels, rabbits and owls ,gossiped and chattered and told all they knew
And the pine smiles and sings to hear all the news
Their tracks are scattered everywhere ; dotted or round, a pattern or two, give a puzzle, a clue as to what they have been up to
My scent carries in the breeze ,sparkling and green , pungent and clean
The sun beats down , strong and warm ,true to form, it gives me life and keeps me warm
The wind bends and sways my boughs, and I whisper of coolness and dew
The rains splash gentle and sweet to feed my soul and nourish my retreat
For any who listen to hear my silent heartbeat
In our magnificent wilderness home, deep and calm, where our waters run pure and we cant be found
We live whole through all the seasons and for every action we have a reason
All summer long I grow nuts and cones to feed all my friends
I will replenish the earth , nor do I waste, for all I have I lend
In winter, I lay refreshed , sparkling and white, covered in blankets of snow
As I sit and doze I hear the earth speak in tones very low,
She calls and I listen ,sleep, sleep for I am here
Protecting watching caring for all, in things that I do
I gather myself in her darkest womb awaiting the way, that first warm spring day
It is spring and my blood runs strong, make more of me it calls, as I grow big and strong
Awake, awake for it is my time again , the sun ,wind , rain, and tiny feet
To gently sit and play all day long
In the sun and rain silently watching waiting all day long
There were two old women in a town.
The healthy one often wore a frown.
She never helped an earthly soul,
nor saw the beauty of life unfold.
All she thought about was herself.
How she could save and keep her wealth.
She cared not for the suffering poor.
The little children she'd quickly ignore.
The other old woman in that town
fed the poor who were all around.
She read and told stories to the old,
and baked children cookies with icing of gold.
She lovingly bandaged wounds of the sick,
and never let her mind nit pick.
She gossiped not about things left undone.
Her only desire was to please God's Son.
Although she wasn't healthy herself,
she never complained or wished for wealth.
She loved the many folks who came
to visit her home no matter their game.
To look at her no one could see
her time on earth soon would not be.
The healthy old woman constantly complained.
The Godly old woman steadfastly remained.
When Agnes died, the whole town wept.
Poor children by her little grave slept.
The dogs and cats in the alley howled.
The complainer around her tombstone prowled.
The complainer lived to be one hundred and three;
each day hating more of the world she'd see.
She never knew what a help she could be.
She was dead while she lived.
Neither kindness, or love had she.
But Agnes, though she died,
lives with God for eternity.
Janet Marie Bingham
The work was hard out on the ranch, the days were hot an' dry,
An' fancy things you find in town had caught ol' Jim Bob's eye.
When evenin' came he'd sit the fence an' crave to see the sights,
To drive big cars to all the bars an' toast the city nights.
He had a gal he courted some, her name was Betty Lou.
She'd lived a spell in Angelo, had been to Lubbock, too.
Her face was fine, with freckled cheeks, her hair was done in style;
An' all her clothes had fancy brands that musta cost a pile.
Now, Betty Lou had set her sights to put her brand on Jim,
But he had things he had to do an' marriage weren't for him.
The world was callin'-out his name, he had some things to learn,
Some places that he had to see, 'some candles left to burn'.
Well, came a time, an' like you thought, he wandered off the range,
But ended up in Boston-town; now boys, that was a change.
He found a bar that looked real clean an' sauntered in the door;
He'as proud to be of Texas stock an' sallied to the fore.
A fancy feller slithered-up an' asked Jim to his place,
But when he put his hand on Jim's, he punched him in the face.
I guess that feller didn't know for what ol' Jim was known,
An' bein' green to city life, he'as best just left alone.
Right after Jim had took his shot that dude got mighty riled;
He punched Jim once an' kicked him twice, an' left him right defiled.
Jim left his mark, I guess you'd say, that feller's bloody clothes;
Cause when that feller swung his fist, Jim hit it with his nose!.
He'd never seen them fancy dudes, who act like girls an' such;
From what he knew, which wadn't squat, he didn't like 'em much.
He heard they'as sissies, frail an' weak, sashayin' as they walked.
They gossiped like some women-folk, an' giggled when they talked.
Well, when it all was said an' done, he helped Jim to his feet,
An' dusted off his shirt a mite, then smiled at him real sweet.
He told Jim 'bout a couple things he liked to do with males;
Now, one was such I won't repeat, but one was kickin' tails.
Well, boys I guess there's lessons here: be careful where you roam;
Don't wander off to Boston-town, if Texas is your home;
But if you do, stear clear of bars, an' this I would include;
Don't ever underestimate an' rile a fancy dude.
How nice to swim in sea, river, lake and pond!
Floating body, pressing water, moving forward
How nice to enjoy spattering, splashing sound!
Gesturing body, flapping wing, clapping hand,
I remember once while swimming with friend
To cross the local river to go to enjoy local band
Where we saw the singers sang hand in hand
In sweet voice, shaking body, hair, opening mind,
On the way home longitudinally in river we swam
All the while we gossiped and made lots of fun
Then we dove, caught fishes lately returned home
Many happy did return in every sun and moon,
Now, we swim paying money in swimming pool
And in artificial lake without lily though waterful
But funless swimming, charmless time passing
Though it is a game here with heavy contesting.