It was a cold November morning
And I had gone out for a walk;
It was my first day in Corfu;
I was walking and smoking cigarettes,
In the narrow streets of the city;
There were no other people on the street,
As I had gone out
around 5 a.m., very early;
Whilst watching exterior of the shops
Of a sudden
I saw a woman,
Who was wearing
Exactly the same clothes as me!
She had high heels,
Black as me!
A long black dress,
A strawberry tattoo in her bare arms
And rose long and straight hair!
Just like me!
She was wearing the same costume.
As me!
Oh!
I put out my pistol.
And I shot her two times;
I killed her;
Categories:
corfu, art,
Form: Free verse
Writing I most appreciate
When poetry I can create
Be it a sonnet impromptu
I need every word to ring true
I sometimes open the floodgate
When I only meant to tempt fate
It's often whimsy I pursue
Dreams of Corfu and Kathmandu
Taking my pen I bid adieu
I need to write an ode to you
AP: 3rd place 2021
Submitted on January 20, 2021 for contest ALL YOURS sponsored by BRIAN STRAND
Originally posted on July 20, 2019
Categories:
corfu, fun, passion, poetry, uplifting,
Form: Rhyme
gypsy soul
dreams of visiting corfu
sun and sea
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Categories:
corfu, adventure, beach, dream, fantasy,
Form: Senryu
I'm nursing a headache the size of Corfu
my stomach is tied up in knots,
it's the seventeenth time that I've been to the loo
feeling sick with a dose of the trots.
My memory's blank as to how I behaved
but from texts on my phone I can see
that Doreen who I met said 'yes' when I proposed
(she's retired now, and seventy three).
I lie on the bed still in suit and loud tie
no effort to climb in the bedding,
my backache tells me as the evening went by
I danced like Grandads at a wedding.
A bad move to mix all those drinks, that's for sure,
I think I may have crossed the line,
there's a photocopy on the floor by the door
and I'd swear that those buttocks are mine.
Categories:
corfu, christmas, humor,
Form: Rhyme
when you become
every woman
and I become every
man
time will stop
and duality will end
but until that time
play with me in the sand
let me lift your
sun drenched body
in the Aegean sea
and spin you round
in divine buoyancy
cover you with clay
crafted in antiquity
rest at the gate of your
womb
in unbearable ecstasy
till we tumble into the
Valley
of endless
possibility
as you become
all earth
and I become
all seeds
then this moment
will drop
into infinity
but until then
let me taste
wine grapes
split between
your swollen lips
and the green scent
of Corfu
upon the curve
of your hips
as my sword
and your bowl
make molten
romance
cascading
rearranging
into the bliss
of our
second chance
Categories:
corfu, love, romantic, sensual,
Form: Lyric
We are going to Corfu, what a great thing,
Come on its booked, let’s go and buy everything.
‘Hang on,’ say’s hubby, 'In Corfu it rains a lot'.
'I want more sun, not the rain, we have already got.'
But it’s booked we are ready one week to go,
‘I want to change it’ he says, 'so to Rhodes we will go.’
At that time we didn’t know what a crossroads that was,
Instead of Corfu, we changed it because,
My husband and I wanted more sun than the rain
That was the point in changing our plane.
Ok, we are at the airport, now watching and waiting
The flight we were booked on was just to the runway taking.
It stopped all of a sudden and smoke did appear,
The poor people on board, they could not get out of her.
We had changed our holiday on a whim because of rain
Fifty Four people died in front of us on that plane.
The plane we had booked but had changed at the end
Took all of those lives but our prayers we did send.
The crossroads had appeared we were lucky that day
We had changed our course and our lives that we can say.
But to the families of those that perished back then
We have never forgotten and ours prayers still go out for them.
Categories:
corfu, death, fear, loss, sad,
Form: Couplet
on the road to Beverly
past Corfu, Smyrna
a battered homestead
a rusting hulk
hot wind, dust
storming sky, raging river
how much better than backbiting and fear
contempt energizes above
a crack, the rip
bolt over the shoulder
Mother Nature's huzzah
then silence, crickets
soft wind
and the leaves sound like rain
Categories:
corfu, life, nature, places,
Form: Free verse