Not 5 feet tall she does stand proud,
And trust me she can work the crowd.
When job’s all done
She’s up for fun,
And that comes with laughing out loud!
Her children are grownups in fact,
All trying to clean up their act.
Bond not broken,
Love unspoken -
Maternal instincts still intact!
She knows the chessboard like her hand,
The forks and gambits are well planned.
Knight, rook or pawn -
The battle’s on,
All pieces snap at her command!
She now sports a wrinkle or two,
Yet fashion sense as good as new.
By any means
She struts her jeans
In hippie style of fading blue!
Poetry, her integral part,
Her way with words is off the chart.
Her sharp tongue works
Through quips and quirks,
That blows your mind and wins your heart!
She claims she has no shades of grey,
But once you dissect her wordplay,
Her dark side shines
In hidden lines,
Then LOL goes a long way!
Categories:
gambits, humorous,
Form: Bio
It was not a Parisian café
though it tried to be.
Our teeth were strong
they flashed
intermittently.
The house wine was red,
the bread was good bread.
The creamy leaf was dressed,
it bloomed and licked the mouth
with a blithe bouquet of ease and tease.
The fish was dunked in a
blue dish of piquant delight.
A butter fat flounder fandangoed
upon our tongues just right.
We were trying, working the words,
leaning into anything
that would further our cause.
Alas signals were misread
gambits misunderstood
subtleties stubbled over ambrosial food.
Tight lipped
we nibbled and sipped.
Time slipped, barely recovering,
the waiter was smooth, his speech
a soupcon of olive upon a slippery smear.
We tried to repair
tried to mend that which was not there.
At the frothy tick of the hour
coffee dark resignations shrugged.
We briefly hugged while hope
crumbled upon a red and white cloth,
hurried promises exchanged,
a cheek peck and wane smiles
pale preludes to nothing at all
and nothing arranged.
It was awhile since
yet
we met again
though we were ever the same,
for nothing went anywhere
and that was it
to be never again.
Categories:
gambits, poetry,
Form: Free verse
God gave me a great gift of glory
A gift of a good gracious guardian,
Gifts of Gaiety, Gumption and Grief
God’s gift grants no gates for groveling
Nor are they gimmicks, glitches, nor guilt
Thus, the gift so grand gives Gypsies and Greeks
The same kind of gratitude and grace
All kinds of genders and gauche gawky geeks
Are equaled as gifts of the Glory God
I have no time for gibbers and gabbles
But to glean through ungarbling gospels
Giving boys and girls no chance for greed,
No chance for gruesome grueling gossips
My gift is not gullible for gambits
Plus, my gift of character speaks no arrogance
Categories:
gambits, god,
Form: Alliteration
So deep a love to feel
Your muse Cupid would wonder
When the golden chance you couldn’t steal
Preferring instead to explore gambits like a gander
Pushing a prevarication scheme without a clear
Strategy as to where you felt your breakthrough
Would emerge from, dear
Although to your credit you remained true
Supposing luck once again to your side
Would come swinging the pendulum
In your favour as aside you pushed your pride
To beat the drum
Whose rhythm like a wedding bell
Stimulated heartbeats into faster pulses
Denoting chances to lift the veil
On your romance for impulses
To hasten the tempo of the tango
For both your heart and hers to dance
To disentangle
Knots and spots of bother to advance
The agenda to win the love
For which all along you long
To hold, hold, hold on wings of the white dove
That your resolve makes strong
As seconds tick
You break the ice
Knees growing weak
Lips trembling once, twice, thrice
You squeeze Betty into your arms
Bodies entwined
No more romance doldrums
Love in the end redefined and refined.
Categories:
gambits, poems,
Form: Free verse
RENDEZVOUS WITH ECSTASY
Had I a nonchalant finesse
Would you a rendezvous acquiesce
Or would my chances be precarious
Having failed with all my gambits various
I’ll try perchance a different approach
Where I give you a cause to reproach
Yourself for lack of sympathy
For one with a unique malady
Of heart ache for you while I’m rejected
That leaves me hopeless and dejected
So I’ll go no more a gallivanting
While I pursue my lady, panting
For your unique beauty wild and free
‘Til I win you and live in ecstasy
5 May 2018
Categories:
gambits, desire,
Form: Rhyme
I like the chess.
The figures are equal
and clear the rules
(with a little superiority
after all of the white)
And various gambits
the women’s and
the king’s ones
are the beauty.
And in the Sicilian
Defense
the dagger is hidden
but perks up
(it is only
the ancient game).
I am not interested in
the result
and all sorts of the classics
boring
but the pulsating lighting up.
Now:
Mate for the Queen!
Sheh for the King!
Categories:
gambits, games,
Form: Free verse
Thunderous palpitations upon benign sedaments,
Miscreants vindicate with justice of six cents.
A vociferous tyrannosaurus bursts sickly
Sanitized wives and rodents scurry very
Sedately towards dainty cliffs and heights
Of unforeseeable depths-withered sights.
A Persian rug is spread across garnered grounds
Before touring gypsies which please sound.
Great stories gather precariously on the head
Of a pen sent from hapless flutters in bed-
Sensations traverse a thing called a universe,
Discoursing various travesties as a nurse.
In gambits trained by substantial lapels
And triumphant whores who cast spells
Of priority towards declining propellers.
But, you're right, titanically proportioned cells.
Dwelling in tumultuous storms just to feel,
To melt the ashes of memories, means to heal.
Neglect the skeptic who's late for dinner
Skinning prunes and my meat suit's a winner.
Standard debasement sits beside youth
Stinking of stale sex and sweat of a sleuth
In the waiting room planning substantial
Equations translating to aliens:
We're still here...
Categories:
gambits, angel, universe,
Form: Ballad