Long Chalet Poems
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Can I be frank with you my love?
There's no one else who I think of
Can I be frank with you my dear?
I always want you to be near
Can I be frank with you my sweet?
Compared with you none can compete
Can I be frank with you bluebird?
You're my choice, the one preferred
I want to walk my life with you
Through meadows, glades and pastures new
Filled with scents of coming spring
Flowers, grasses, everything
That symbolizes love newborn
A sunrise on a brand new morn
The promise of another day
To start again a different way
It's happened, what am I to do?
I've fallen deep in love with you
No one knows, no one can
Secure with me yet I still plan
For someday in a French chalet
With orchids watching, on display
I'd take your hand and on one knee
Ask if you would be with me
If we had lived before
where would we have found ourselves?
In the countryside where roads were dirt and not tar
and skinned knees and elbows would leave a scar.
In the city crowded and buzzing with life
clutching at the task of living full of strife.
You were from the city and hated all the hustle
I was from the country loving but dreaming of Brussels.
You said you had been there and not once seen me
I was never there just in my dreams of what could be.
Then some how in the time that faded quickly in the sun
you and I met casually and suddenly were one.
How was that possible having grown miles and states apart
but who's to say how it happens, meeting of the hearts.
In another time, just a second beyond our reach
we would have never met as you disliked the beach
The city never called to me, so I stayed away
but a chance gathering took place at that pocono chalet.
Whisked into being,a love that stretched past fifty years
into what became the tale of joys and tears.
But in another time, a chance might have us never met
grateful now I live in memory without regrets.
I've been privileged to behold glorious sunsets around this orb.
All so spectacular, 'tis almost more than I can absorb!
No artist could e'er blend oils to match The Creator's skill,
Nor with their most exquisite viruosity my languid soul fill!
To glimpse Pikes Peak embraced by the sun's crimson glows,
Can ne'er be portrayed in prose a mere poet could compose.
The sun sinking behind Mount Pelee on the Isle of Martinique,
Proffering a panorama of that volcanic peak so very unique!
I can think of nothing more soothing to the soul than sipping tea,
Watching a splendid sunset enfolding snow-capped Mount Fuji!
Or sipping effervescent wine overlooking magnificent Naples Bay,
Gazing upon Mount Vesuvius reposing in Sol's last rays across the way!
At eventide among the soaring Alps looking on from a quaint chalet,
As the sun casts colorful hues on snowy peaks at the close of day!
E'en the world's most renowned artist could ne'er portray
The beauty of the Grand Canyon and the sun as they interplay!
Ah! To savor the gloaming in the balmy Isles of Hawaii,
As the sinking, scarlet sun meets the shimmering sea!
I'll e'er laud that e'er-changing canvas in the western sky,
Painted for our delight by the Master Artist from on high!
Entry for Silent One's "Sunrise and Sunset" Contest
Snow Globe Memories – Mystic
As my wrinkled old hands grasp the glass ball,
I watch as the glistening snowflakes begin to fall.
I gaze into it and give it one last shake.
There’ll be no room for all I was hoping to take.
My heart strokes the strings of memories, sublime.
This little snow globe has stood the test of time.
I watch the soft flakes settle on an old oak tree.
Alpine trees echo enticing chants, beckoning me.
I was bound for paradise, such a splendid upward climb.
The alps bringing peace, when church bells chime.
My wanderlust cured, no more would I roam.
Such amazing years I have spent in my mountain home.
Lost in the vision of my little snow globe here today.
As the last of the snow has settled, I really want to stay.
Along with some other treasures, I pack it in my port.
My love of this home just couldn’t be bought.
I wonder if there’s a snow globe that depicts where I am going.
I’ll miss my lovely chalet especially when it’s snowing.
I’ll keep my wee globe with its snow falling under the dome,
and I’ll take the snow in my glass ball to the old age home.
‘Oh I say isn’t this spiffing or what?’
says Jeremy taking the horse for a trot.
It will be pheasant for dinner which the butler will sort
followed by Havana cigars and a nice drop of port
in the billiard room where the gentlemen play,
then a nice game of backgammon if it’s on a Wednesday.
The silver spoon in his mouth means he speaks rather strange,
words like golly gosh, old bean- all rather deranged.
The Rolls will be cleaned for a trip to the course
where golf will be played in tidy plus fours.
Then it's off to the cricket with the boys for a jolly,
joined by stock brokers and bankers with plenty of lolly!
It’s lunch at the Ivy or tea at the Ritz
all terribly posh, just like St Moritz
where his chalet will tend to the winter delight,
skiing with royalty on champagne powder of white.
The hallway displays portraits of the old,
founders of industry which took hold
securing old money to ensure a liquidity
where one will never face financial humility.
It’s great to be a member of the global elite,
The bean poles in my garden are standing proud and neat.
Organic veg is thriving thanks to ample bags of peat.
I never hear a siren roaming down my street.
I’m fairly relaxed when an airline goes under.
Got a business proposition? Let me find you a funder.
“When will I fix their boilers?” my tenants do wonder.
I’ll soon find a scapegoat, if I should make a blunder.
A product of a public school, the pride of Shrewsbury,
Forcibly convinced that you would rather be me.
The reality is I’m at the top of the tree
So every branch manager is looking up to me!
My diary is dependent on the diligent Katrina,
She runs the show like clockwork, you’ll find nobody keener.
She cuts through all the jargon so the minutes are much leaner
And can text me at the golf club or on my yacht in the marina.
I’m awfully busy, cannot give you an appointment.
Upbeat copywriters - you can find a place in my tent.
Relatively shielded from the risks of disappointment,
You’ll never find a fly in my ointment!
If the radiators splutter, I call my handyman,
If my money’s on a racehorse, then I hope it runs to plan,
On the promenade at Paignton I’m a suave and sandy man,
To a certain travel agent, I’m her “neat and dandy man.”
My doctor comes a-running if I ever get a cough.
Your trusted friends will recognise when you’re a toff.
I flutter like a butterfly high above your moth
So the sprinklers on my lawn are rarely turned off.
Sundays see me mulling over crossword clues
While my weekend valet cleans my outdoor shoes,
Got to keep my name out of the news.
Remember buddy: heads I win and tails you lose.
Now most of my investments are quite discreet,
There’s a chalet in Antigua and a villa in Crete.
Want some carrot cake while you’re thinking on your feet?
Then you’d better not quibble with the global elite.
This poem first appeared in the P.U.W. Anthology "In the Name of Democracy - Poetic Voices" on 22nd May 2021.
I put thought into everything and anything,
So I chose ringtones I associated with them.
Those digital melodies make my heart sing.
I often found myself feeling a certain hum.
For my first, it was beautiful "Constellation,"
A gentle enchanting ringtone just felt so him.
Whenever he called I was filled with elation.
But he'll never call again as I made him grim.
For my second, it was "Twinkle," just as lovely,
But this time it was associated with the beauty
Of moments of tender care he showed freely.
He only calls once in a while to check on me.
For my final love, it's "Chalet," sounds dreamy,
Just like his soul, love, voice, and maturity.
First two did make me fly among stars happily,
Third one helps me be down-to-Earth gently.
Hands folded prayer like to beseech thee
to abduct me with no cause to up braid
natural temptation found temptation commanding
from divine dada disobeyed
Earthbound Olympian of love,
now dwells amidst mossy secluded glade
a natural bed of soft earthy, downy
canopied bridal awaiting to lovers to get laid
and maybe nine months later,
a baby will resemble thee dear milkmaid
then whence we return to our Land O’ Lakes chalet
homage will be paid
in which human guise paramour
doles secrets of amorous Lumineers trade
into dreamland such desire does in vade.
Victuals to satiate pleasures of flesh
especially erogenous zones
administered by this imaginary mistress
sin seductive tones
thru this private line, but no other phones
triggering mine little rolling stones
to generate primal sounds vis a vis moans
inducing groin seams of pants extreme groans
toward pocket sixty-nine without lovely bones.
A copious amount of adoration suffuses entire body of this man
her, whose gentle and kind embrace promises to be eternal plan
as made mention in the Bible, Quran, or Torah millennia ago rattan
whose healthy libido will probably outlive me life span.
Royal carpet treatment awaits me each and every day
as the differences between myself and august dweller on high
establish a bounty and glory of compassion to roll in the hay
atop bodacious, delicious, felicitous fantasy asks me to lie
imbibing succulent atmosphere akin to an eternal month o may
taking spirit soaring thousands of miles of feet in the sky.
Upon hearing sweet nothings nobody else can hear
affecting heavy breathing indicated by nostril
that imperceptibly flare
a sheer grin of joy lights up countenance ear to ear
despite impish quarks of this divine being so dear
as journey to inxs of nirvana induced ejaculated whispered clear
from being buck-naked bare.
"snowflakes were falling winter frosty wonderland and we said I do"
We fell in love and were to be married in February,
So we planned a winter theme wedding for that sweet day;
Oh, it was so beautiful with snow gently falling down on us,
Every time I see a delicate, snowflake I recall our wedding.
The ceremony was performed outside in nature,
Under a clear tent with amazing decorations placed;
We embraced the scenery and each other and said I do,
Bells rang out and we drank champagne to cheers.
The reception room was full of frosted branches,
And icy blue lighting created a dreamy, gorgeous quality;
We truly embraced the season with garlands of green,
Icicle like crystals, pine cones, and candles on the tables.
We looked into each others eyes, this love was ever,
No two, it seemed could love each other more:
And is anything more romantic than a blanket of snow,
Our wedding pictures a memory, oh my flowers were lovely.
My dress was so pretty, I will keep it forever,
At the reception we served frosty cocktails to suit the season;
And to eat we had all types of comfort food to try,
Music was a band and when we had our dance, I was a princess.
Our wedding night was spent in a winter chalet,
With a fireplace crackling we held each other with love;
The honeymoon, however, was a tropical escape in warmth,
We truly were a couple in love, and created memories forever.
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February 21, 2016
Poetry/verse/'Wedding Song'
Copyright Protected ID, 16-1189-483-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted into FTI Blog Series 1 - Romance
Brian Strand
Podium Place 3
I crave for them through sprays of light
To see the vignettes in my mind
Their warm love hugs me day or night
Inside a chalet large and bright
I relive heart’s joys so entwined
I crave for them through sprays of light
My grandma's laughter soft and sprite
My grandpa's face, firm yet kind
Their warm love hugs me day or night
Those bedtime stories fill my sight
Hide-and- seek thrills, now hard to find
I crave for them through sprays of light
We pluck sweet fruits with all our might
Till weak trees fade with old age grind
Their warm love hugs me day or night
These souvenirs of life’s blessed flight
Finds me clinging to years all signed
I crave for them through sprays of light
Their warm love hugs me day or night.
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