Found a poem I wrote by accident
That caused me to have a shocked reaction
It was on 'A hundred days of poetry'
On YouTube, day one, for all folk to see.
Though I was not asked for my permission
It was read so nice all was forgiven
I wrote it back in the days of Covid
When we wore masks to cover our noses.
The poem had the title "Have you Seen"
How for all the medics it must have been
And all of those who work behind the scenes
The helpers, caterers, all in the teams.
I wonder what guided me on that day
To see and hear my poem on display
Have we a guardian angel perhaps
Out there with their feathered wings under wraps.
A drop of summer, pleasing--over there
I thought it wanted me, no want of ground
but want of me, instead a pleasant sound
of birds merging and darting thoroughfare
seemingly clueless of their doing-dare
o'er crowds busy about, looking spellbound
course to escape amiss ahead turned round
to freedom with the banners released to air.
In the opened venues queues roundabout
every which way as the buying frenzy
curtailed from end to pass the noontime lunch
crowd slowing and going but caterers doubt
that the dinner crowd will be as lengthy
till gathering increased, gave them a hunch.
Best man, maid of honor,
Father of the bride.
Toss the bouquet and the garter,
Groomsmen on the side.
In-laws, photographers, caterers…
Don’t forget to tip the waiters.
DJ stage, reception hall,
Gold bands, first dance, pillar to post….
And now a toast:
Here’s to prideful selfishness and petty vanities.
Those rocks and shoals can wreck your ship.
Suspicions will harbor resentment
And threaten your future contentment.
Be careful as you navigate your way.
Here’s to unresolved childhood issues
And deep-seated jealousies.
They can sabotage your happiness
And lead to endless miseries.
Beware these hidden dangers every day.
Here’s to poor communication
And a lack of empathy.
Emotional projections
That highlight imperfections…
The disrespect that only leads to tears.
Here’s to blissfulness and diligence,
Tolerance and vigilance,
Wedding rings and lovers’ knots,
Champagne and caveats.
Cheers!
The invitations have been sent out, and the venue is sublime
A Castle in the country oh how I wish that it was mine
With sweeping staircases in the entrance hall
Crystal chandeliers, oh its perfect for my ball
The guests will arrive in their suits and dresses
Their masks are in place – I hope no one guesses
Dancing by candlelight it is so romantic
Not like at a discothèque so fast and so frantic
I’ve got the most wonderful caterers in the west
Their canapés are amazing, simply the best
Ice-cold champagne served in a crystal glass
It really is apt for a party of this class
It’s secret wedding party for when my beloved and I say ‘I do’
The only thing missing from my surprise party is YOU
07~20~14
Written for Rumor has It Contest ~ Sponsored by Judy Konos
~awarded 1st place~
A Pint of Bitter…sure-
At the registrar office we´re getting married
when I noticed on her papers she had been
married 5 times….hold on you never told me
this, I thought you had been married once and
had a daughter with him. I have of think about
this marriage left she accosted me in the street
and said; but what about the caterers, sausage
rolls and pies?
Cheshire; rain and I dislike indigestible food.
I a walked into a pub and had chicken in a basket
with chips and a pint of beer. Her brother came in
and 12 pints of beer later I agreed to marry his sister.
The rest was a blur working men´s clubs and more beer.
The English working class is a tribe and I didn´t fit in.
I went back to sea again but that bloody piece of paper
with my name on took years to erase.
Are you the one I can run to when the world turns against me?
Are you the one I can depend on when I’m at my weakest moment?
You’re the one I lean on when I can’t stand no more
I look at you to take my mind away from the chaos
When the paparazzi harasses me about last week’s victory
Baby I’m a man who wants the simple things in life
So I ask myself are the one for me?
I don’t need special attention when I received it from sports
I don’t need caterers especially when I eat very well
I tell you to be there and stay here with me and never stress
Because I can enjoy this with you and you holding me down
From jump I want you to acknowledge the love I’m giving
To be my number one isn't easy or hard
Be you and you will find us together more and more
But can I call you to answer my phone call?
Can I text you and know you will text back?
Can I eat dinner with you without ruining the moment?
Questions that need to be answered in sometime timely fashioned
So are you the one for me?
Oh! I see tears in the heart of Africa
Why would this come from America?
We are still mending our mean malaria
Why would you bless us with black bacteria?
Umar Farouk Abdul Muttalab was a black, bold egg
Hatched under a white, wretched hen with erring eggs,
He learnt to be bad not in the shores of our land
So, why would you add our name to this bad band.
I am sorry if your name is on the roll,
White caterers are the author of this egg roll;
I wonder why a noble nation will be stigmatized
For the fault of one acclaimed Nigerian who felt traumatized.
We are not terrorists… not dark but dutiful
We are a nation, black, bold and beautiful
Nigeria may be weeping and wailing
Yet Nigerians keep steady…sailing.