Gloria Dubbins - not much of a name,
but trust me on my judgment, gentle reader;
in terms of Beauty, she was Hall of Fame.
We’re talking – let’s see – nineteen seventy-two,
but I’m the keeper of the Gloria Flame,
and still to me she’s better, and more true,
than all your Taylor Swifts or Amber Heards.
She did the things that gorgeous women do -
in essence, nothing. Gloria had no words.
Intelligence? Commitment? Are you kidding?
For babes, that stuff is strictly for the birds.
She sat immobile and observed the bidding.
I’ll tell you this, but won’t apportion blame.
You, too, would be as motionless as cedar
if you’d been dealt her hand, to play The Game.
She’s not the kind you wound up talking to.
Her presence smote you with a sort of shame:
she struck you dumb: the words would not come through.
And Gloria didn’t gravitate to herds.
Perforce, she rowed her own sublime canoe.
Her beauty left her friendless, like the Kurds.
What was her view of Comus? Little Gidding?
I don’t have – no, I never had – a clue.
Enigma fits her. Easily two-thirds
of all the girls acknowledged her as leader,
but oddly she was Nothing Like A Dame.
Categories:
dubbins, nostalgia,
Form: Terza Rima
Dubbins the donkey had not seen Chet for over twenty-two years
He clomped right up to him and gave a joyful excited bray
Chet felt guilty for staying away from his parent’s farm this long
He had forgotten how long a donkey’s memory is.
Categories:
dubbins, animal,
Form: Light Verse
Lo the Days of Doubt Destroy
Lo the days of doubt destroy
those dreams I built but failed deploy
O’er changing winds and curses flew
the starlit night a crimson hue
Perchance my dubbins upside down?
where death was dealt, has now been found
Three crows now perch upon the cross
that bears my name where doubt was lost
Categories:
dubbins, introspection
Form: Couplet