I saw them walking
She caught my eye
Turned to glance
When they walked by
She in spandex
That oh mi oh my
Said hey baby
Phat az you is
We could start rehersting
and make some kids
Her buster told me
Stepoff trick
Told him ole girl
Might let him (boop)
My (boop)
By the way I was talking
To your gal
You want some of dis
Give you summa fat
Here kitty kitty you ah
Sweet kitty cat
Told him
It's to late
You can't skate
By the way
I was talking to your date
To late
you can't skate
Stop gritting Mister
I gamin on your date
I met a man on the road today
otherworldly, gamin, fey.
A gimlet look in his jaundiced eye,
he held my gaze and I questioned why
he wandered here,
a mendicant man of pleasant demeanour,
when, from his coat, he produced an ocarina
and proceeded to play a tune so jolly
yet full of pathos and melancholy
that my soul was transported to another place,
another dimension in time and space,
where I danced and dined and wined and made merry
with Fauns and Satyrs and the Juniper berry.
Great Pan himself held court over all,
and many and varied were held in his thrall,
as nymphs and faeries pranced and disported
my view of the world was skewed and distorted.
As mushrooms and toadstools were proffered and ate
a table of provender was assembled and set.
My pupils dilated and my eyes grew ever wider
and I promised myself to stay off scrumpy cider.
But you have obligations
someone you love
or pretend to
it's much about nothing
when you're explaining
what's it for a man to do
What's up with me and you
Ooh aI think it's strange
You gamin on me
Playing silly games
Baby do your thang
You do alot of talking
I wanna hear the rules
to what you have arranged
Been there:done that
You gotta man
Where he at
You try'n to set me
You try'n start a fight
What's your plans for the night
We gonna get it on
Then he'll come bursting on
You got a man
And I have a freind
But you have obligations
someone you love
or pretend to
it's much about nothing
when you're explaining
what's it for a man to do
What's up with me and you
Ooh aI think it's strange
You gamin on me
Playing silly games
Baby do your thang
You do alot of talking
I wanna hear the rules
to what you have arranged
Been there:done that
You gotta man
Where he at
You try'n to set me
You try'n start a fight
What's your plans for the night
We gonna get it on
Then he'll come bursting on
You got a man
And I have a freind
But you have obligations
someone you love
or pretend to
it's much about nothing
when you're explaining
what's it for a man to do
What's up with me and you
Ooh aI think it's strange
You gamin on me
Playing silly games
Baby do your thang
You do alot of talking
I wanna hear the rules
to what you have arranged
Been there:done that
You gotta man
Where he at
You try'n to set me
You try'n start a fight
What's your plans for the night
We gonna get it on
Then he'll come bursting on
You got a man
And I have a freind
But you have obligations
someone you love
or pretend to
it's much about nothing
when you're explaining
what's it for a man to do
What's up with me and you
Ooh aI think it's strange
You gamin on me
Playing silly games
Baby do your thang
You do alot of talking
I wanna hear the rules
to what you have arranged
Been there:done that
You gotta man
Where he at
You try'n to set me
You try'n start a fight
What's your plans for the night
We gonna get it on
Then he'll come bursting on
You got a man
And I have a freind
But you have obligations
someone you love
or pretend to
it's much about nothing
when you're explaining
what's it for a man to do
What's up with me and you
Ooh aI think it's strange
You gamin on me
Playing silly games
Baby do your thang
You do alot of talking
I wanna hear the rules
to what you have arranged
Been there:done that
You gotta man
Where he at
You try'n to set me
You try'n start a fight
What's your plans for the night
We gonna get it on
Then he'll come bursting on
You got a man
And I have a freind
Foxes cachinnate
Into the infant day
Her dreams are circumfused
Into milk way
She catches a glimpse of a sunbeam tardigrade
He grieves for his youth misspent in a xenodochium
In adulthood, he became a connoisseur in supernaculum
A modern day Rimbaud, for him debauchery has no boundaries
Bounded is his heart to no fair lass or milky maiden.
He is well versed in poetic inferno and immaculate vice
Commits sins of all kinds thrice
Yet she falls for him, the fair maiden pure
For this Coeur de Pirate, there is no cure
She strokes his naked body
He won’t flinch.
The sun is hot now, yet his heart is cool.
This love story is desultory
She must leave her gamin- Rimbaud
But she is afraid, she would fall for a Daud.
Her fingers are moist now.
His flesh inviting and taut.
It's almost as if Beethoven, had seen her gamin face
And had composed a melody...to match her given name
My grandchild, sweet Claire Elise, I love your name, so fair
You bear the name, so filled with grace of fragrant springtime air
Each letter, bound together, forms a soothing lyrical sound
She has mischief set between her eyes...and with cheeks the color rose
Such a name that fits her many moods, like a poem so filled with prose
She is daughter of springtime, impatient as the seasons
Twirling like a whirlwind, never needing any reason
She's an imp, she's a beauty, she is like a butterfly's cocoon
She is living on the threshold, of a flower soon to bloom
Summer glistens in her raven locks, winter hides behind her pout
Autumn waiting in the colors, she is changing all about
Her beauty leaves me breathless, like the sound of her sweet name
Claire Elise...my love unfolds....a greater beauty still untold
Beneath the moon, beneath the skies, just as your name implies
You are the greatest gift, I've ever received,
You are heaven sent, on angel wings
From your mother's winsome smile
And the teasing loving twinkle in your daddy's gleaming eyes
Little late Lady
(Tongue Twister/ Alliteration )
Little late Lady lingered likewise long at the Lodge.
Made mean man Maney more than merely mad.
Silly Sam Sheriff sadly seized a solemn summons.
Little late Lady legally lip lied lost legation law.
Big bad bully badgered beauty by a big ball bat.
Little late Lady lynched large lunatic large late lad.
Lugubrious little late Lady had a large larynx lump.
God give grace going gangster on gamin gall!
Little late Lady lingered likewise long at the lodge.
Written by: Judy Ann Riley
Revised : June 1, 2009
whereby shall the young shelter their skin
without a home to hire their hand
a moments rest beside a beggar and trash can
young years spent inside a starving soul
much of faith was lost beyond control
harlot housewives tease their baffled hair
children with rich parents spit on their shoelaces
calling them ugly neglected ducks
the gamin are children neglected
who roam the streets and wish upon broken stars magnified by streetlights
I visited my sister-in-law at the hospital today
She had a beautiful baby boy of six pounds, seven ounces
His hair and eyes were painted brown and his brittle body had a big belly button
with a bright bouffant tattoo on his bottom
He looked at me with eyes ironic of a curious cat; and quickly stared at his
mother who was motionless asleep
With failed attempts to gather words to speak....
He cried, and cried, and cried...
Awakened by his tears she fed him
(An excruciating pain bites my body when the future breaks my present mirror)
And then the sky clouds filled my eyes
I watched as this baby boy inhaled seven years
Walking the streets as a gamin
No whereabouts, no nothing, my nephew...
His eyes were painted brown as was his hair
With eyes ironic of a curious cat
Upon the grave of his mother, motionless asleep
He cried, and cried, and cried
The pain had left my body
Six pounds, seven ounces
The mother awoke