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I often ponder how life would have been
if I’d looks and grace of a beauty queen
Would I be happy, would I have riches
have my meals served upon silver dishes.
Perhaps I’d have lived alike a princess
wearing dresses of the absolute best
With handsome suitors requesting my hand
living dreams only found in fairyland.
Maybe I’d have a chauffeur standing by
preferably a humble, charming guy
To take me shopping at the poshest shop
where I could wander and shop till I drop.
I ponder about jewels that I’d wear
rubies in the tiara on my hair
The glances I’d have when out and about
and wonderful comments that folk would shout.
Then I’ll stop pondering, come back to earth
reminding myself I’m no special girl.
* * *
My son eats
ice cream
in front of a heater
in January.
He asked me
if that made sense,
so, I told him:
“It does for you,
Ben.”
,
As a mother
to a middle-schooler
I have become
the one-and-only
unappreciated
chauffeur,
the thesaurus
that he doesn’t
trust,
the center
of all things
wrong
and embarrassing.
Meanwhile,
I continue
to be proud
of the man
he is becoming
and my little hand
that nudges him
along,
however
embarrassingly,
and sometimes
I catch him
smiling back.
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furry chauffeur grins~
convertible, no coat, just
nuts in the glovebox
The island of Gili Meno
is a best-kept secret, they say.
Where all the fashionistas go;
until it becomes a tad passé.
I read it in a glossy mag
while waiting for my root canal;
with where to go to see a stag;
the secret life of Marc Chagall.
Some other best-kept secrets were;
where you can buy THAT wedding dress,
or should you tip your dad’s chauffeur?
And are there monsters in Loch Ness?
I found an ‘unknown Cotswold pub’
the secret to a perfect pie’
a secret door to a nightclub’
and that it’s cool to grow bonsai.
That Lady X once dated HIM;
that he collects his navel fluff;
quite why that singer’s rather slim
(and she was photo’d in the buff!)
A best-kept-secret hideaway,
the booking details right below.
Where is the best all-day buffet,
in France they call their water eau.
Best-kept secrets are all around.
Shush, don’t let everybody know
exactly where it was you found
how to book that French chateau.
In 1959 when I was nearly ten
HRH the Queen Mother was in Kenya
and to an engagement on the way
with no escort whatsoever
in a black Humber Pullman Landaulet
my Mum and I who were the only two
on Forest Road (now Uhuru Hwy)
standing at the end of the drive
waiting by the Nairobi roadside
for Her Majesty to arrive
soon she came and leaning forward
tapping the chauffeur on the shoulder
to see our front garden she bid him stop
and admired in wonder the colourful three
bougainvillea which had climbed to the top
of a very tall silver birch tree
cascading like a waterfall in a riot of colour
then personally to me Elizabeth gave
(a treasured memory in 2024 at 74)
while gazing at our amazing floral display
a smile and the world-renowned Royal Wave
Cackles, snickers, chortles and squeals ease life's weight.
Laughter can completely reset our composure.
Humors random salves of mirth can ease feeling states.
Past times of paled poise were health fueled by laughs ardor.
Laughter can completely reset our composure.
Acute giggles often cause worthwhile tummy bunched aches.
Past times of paled poise were health fueled by laughs ardor.
Bonding laugh episodes can mold sweet memory shapes.
Acute giggles often cause worthwhile tummy bunched aches.
Laughs can floor lay us to mirth quake over and over.
Bonding laugh episodes can mold sweet memory shapes.
Laughing steers peace of mind like a kind chauffeur.
Laughs can floor lay us to mirth quake over and over.
Humors random salves of mirth can ease feeling states.
Laughing steers peace of mind like a kind chauffeur.
Cackles, snickers, chortles and squeals ease life's weight.
Goodbye! Goodbye!
Father, we buried you today
in a wicker casket
wherein bones of Mother lay.
Laid to rest upon her
as the guest of honour
together once more to stay.
Goodbye! Goodbye!
I read the eulogy that I wrote
but in a final regret
the words stuck in my throat.
Then sang my heart
"How Great Thou Art"
and now I write my footnote.
Goodbye! Goodbye!
It’s time for my closing verse.
How long the years
that bless and unkindly curse,
till in a black wagon
our sorry a-rse draggin’
we get to flat ride in a hearse.
Farewell! Farewell!
For most of us the one day
we get to ride in a big
chauffeur driven limo
is the one day you're DOA!
Now old and wearied
alas my father just buried!
1921 ~ 2014
Written: October 2014
In a dream
being chauffeured
to where? I do not know
where? the silence stifling
still as the night,
stars glowing…
but the chauffeur, driving
heedless to my faith –
Jesus is dead, he speaks
like a bullhorn
going off in my mind,
grief surrounds me
but the dream comes to life…
“He is ALIVE!”
I say it, my voice amplified
WHO IS THIS MAN?
my mind enters the war
with his spirit – evil words
a dark that won’t heal
a world filled with sorrow
pain and so much horror!
“HE IS ALIVE!”
my voice doesn’t tremble
I am at war, the shield will defend me.
“He is ALIVE!”
“He is ALIVE!”
“HE IS ALIVE!”
And, that is how it ends
I wake up, speaking, announcing
to the dawn…
He lives and so I can smile!
the chauffeur is a liar…
His love invigorates my life
His light flows through the dark,
quieting the fears,
wiping away the tears
He’ll always be here – always
He is ALIVE and I can survive
because He is mine,
this Jesus who will never die.
Oh, how that chauffeur lied!
Where do you work, what is your career?
Well, I'm glad you asked, I have many titles it would appear.
I'm proud of these titles, non of which require a degree.
One of my favorite titles is mom of three.
I'm a homemaker, a cleaning lady, a chef, and a maid;
a run the monsters away when they are afraid.
I'm a librarian and teacher of every subject;
a cheer leader and manager of every school project.
A counselor, a therapist, both physical and mental;
a manager of any and all incidentals.
One may also call me a chauffeur.
Some days all this driving seems much like a blur.
I'm an event planner and activities director,
and I'm putting my years in for debt collector.
A private investigator, a hostage negotiator,
a disciplinary, and a mediator.
A soul protector, security, a body guard;
and a safe place to go when life gets too hard.
I'm a personal shopper, a stylist and a hairdresser;
a go-to for advice when they want to impress her.
I'm a wife to the most wonderful husband and father;
and a listening ear when something's a bother.
Last but not least, I am a spiritual guidance;
a child of God who will always follow in His abidance.
I was listening to music streaming through our Alexa the other day
when a song came on that reminded me of a friend who moved away.
Immediately this song became my personal chauffeur….
taking me on a drive through a forest of memories of her.
That same day I heard a song…it was one Elton John performed….
and I was driven to a group of friends…in my old college dorm.
I don’t remember their names…after all…it’s been so long….
but I remember there is happiness attached to that old song.
When I hear a song that reminds me of Deborah…
as I listen to its music and sometimes sing along
I’m transported to the moment we both first heard that song.
I suppose that’s why listening to music is so easy to embrace
because of its ability to transcend…to transform time and space.
When I randomly listen to music…happily …I never know
If it's a song that once touched my heart…where I’m going to go.
I’d like to spend more time explaining exactly what I mean…
how certain songs set me free…
but the music is still streaming
and it appears…my chauffeur’s calling me.
Today a tribute to women…to women everywhere
A simple acknowledgment of all the hats you wear…
And men…if you hadn’t thought of this before…
A little something to make you think:
A mother, a secretary, a teacher
a chauffeur, a maid, a counselor
a cook and a cleaner walk into a bar….
And then she sits down and orders a drink.
The green leafed tree in the harbor.
There the freights are advanced.
Sailors with quality tools, while
diners feast and play chess. The edge
Of the merchants dine hall has a Blindspot
where tugboats honk there horn to
enter the harbor. A large pile of bones
where the chef has stacked them, for
the jewelers to retrieve them to make
Carved ornaments for tourist and others.
We find there Snorkel and Algae two
Fiddlers who play music while diners
Eat at the Surfin Toot restaurant.
"Anchors ah shore maties, Anchors ah-
Shore!"
Captain Morse Pierconn
USS Snorkelcraft
Chauffeur play'd Hymn
But didn't play me
Swift sung to her
But didn't sing to me
People like song
But didn't like me
What we gon do
What we gon do
Indough neigh ah
Ah beautiful ismuss
Brazilian strings
A pretty lady
We sing ah song
But song don't
Sing me
We sing ah song
Of love!
Like Animals in a plantation, so is life
Monkey must slave and Baboon must chop
Monkey must sweat and Baboon must miliki
Monkey sow, Baboon harvest
That's life's philosophy
Like Animals in a plantation, so is life
Monkey gather, Baboon plunder
When Monkey hussle, Baboon go Rustle
Monkey be chauffeur, Baboon balance for back
That's life's philosophy
Monkey be slave, Baboon be Master
That is life.
DEAR LOVE
He showered her with expensive gifts
Because he loved her dearly.
He bought her jewels from Tiffany’s,
Until he was bankrupt nearly.
And then she ran off with the chauffeur.
He’d loved her – very dearly!
I have made myriads of blunders but yours makes my heart ache
That I didn't tell you, makes it the most regrettable mistake.
But,like the moon I will love you silently from afar
Knowing well that you will never be my emotions Chauffeur.
Living in remorse is just something I must take
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