Mister Alfred
Mister Alfred
Alfred, the pianist who is also my father
although he denies the paternity vehemently,
was in Hawaii and played the ukulele with
Had little success and returned to Europe.
Alfred, the pianist and also my father, could
get the sweetest tones when he played and
women swooned in other men’s arms,
was when not playing of a rather sullen nature
He spent the day walking around town with
In an alpaca jacket and a French bonnet, he looked ever
artistic, and I followed him around, once when I fell
A bollard got in the way; he did help me up and
I`m not your father!
Alfred, the pianist and also my father, got to be
ninety-two, and in the last years of his life was glad
to have a son, even if it was a fake one, as Alfred
was fond of pointing out
Bollard stands so firm,
Life's fragile path stays safer,
No straying allowed.
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Foggy mists engulfed the bright
When raindrops fell throughout the night
The lampposts glowed at midnights dark
When sweethearts kissed at Lover's Park
Inside wrists of sweet perfume
Middle notes of love's exhume
Bollard neon lights ablaze
Dreamy lovers lost in haze
Your restraint has high windows~ let me know, so I might climb up to you.
When you pat him at the back amourously
Feed him with the fluffy cake like a baby boy
Lead him in when the sun is gone behind the door
Post in my direction a smile that says I love you guy
Bother not, you post not in vain; your lie is a lollypop.
When you wind around him on the dancing floor
Like mooring rope around the bollard on the quay
Dip your tongue in his bucca like a drawer in the well
But wave to me on the pavilion among the crowd
Worry not, you wave not in vain; your lie is a lollypop.
When you walk side by side in the aisle of the pews
Dancing forward and backward like a car water wiper
When you said, "yes, I do" loud and clear undisputedly
But blink to me in the congregation like Christmas light
Trouble not, you blink not in vain; your lie is a lollypop.
This love is pure and for you alone.
This love held precious in a sacred realm.
This love is comfort worthy to be called home.
This love is a jewel and yours to own.
How deep is this love?There is no measure.
How deep the yearning that your eyes embrace?
How deep the meaning to share its treasure?
How deep are the roots when hearts interlace?
My love's a bollard to your tethered heart.
My love's a soft feather on your soul's wings.
My love's a fragrant scent that won't depart.
My love's a musical note the heart sings.
I shall embrace you with my love so strong.
I shall caress you as the years grow long.
contest How do I Love Thee, Let Me Count the Ways
2/10/16
Sleeping coil of snake
slithered as my shadow fell -
rope slipped the bollard.
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