Long Chintz Poems

The Room of the Unrequited
By Roger White
    That evening, stillness permeated the lavender-scented room.  Dusk crept through the windows
smudged by oily fingers, The day’s twilight left a dull umbra on wall...

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It was old fashioned shopping,....floors were warm planks of wood
Where footsteps sounded hallow, and the walls were lined with goods
A “5 and 10” cent heaven, … was the friendly Woolworth's Store
One would always be surprised,...

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Dear Shari Todd – written July 29, 2015

While rifling thru outdated writing, 
     which virtual thumbing
     wrought non deadly chancre “FAKE” blister
(long thee envy o' this wordy...

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Mother would tuck into each dresser drawer,
                      a bar of soap, to scent the...

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A dusk, a glazed verandah, it's just rained,
a smell of lilac, earthworms and wet earth,
an awkward silence - the confusion chained
my tongue: “What if she’ll laugh at? Is it worth?”
A glass of wine casts the...

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Her fair gentle nature reflected parental tenderness
White wicker furniture, skillfully crafted Indian carpets
Most  acceptable  presents of  b;ue   fine bone china
We  begin  to splice  together  the useful...

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With a knock upon my dressing room doors
I enter stage right to rapturous applause
And I sit before a white grand piano
So excited to perform
Gershwin’s Rhapsody in Blue
Such a treat for me to play 
It would...

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Ladies, your shopping acumen
is well known, but every now and then
it wouldn’t hurt to take a man’s advice
especially if the item is triple in price!
So, when selecting bathroom tissue buy
the plainest and cheapest. Here’s why.
Stop...

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It was just an old rocking chair,
Chipped up, flowered chintz, and worn,
We put it on the curb on trash pickup day,
"Free for the Taking,"
We looked out the window a time or two,
And no one had...

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Walking in curiosity's footprints,
I wander through life like a beachcomber.
But I seek wit above trinkets and chintz,
tracking thinkers and poets like Homer.
Many see me as a shiftless roamer,
but I am anything but commonplace.
Creation showed me...

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Whatever happened to common sense
when did we all become so dense
ya can’t fall off an un-sat fence

dreaming of why and where and whence
trying to figure out farthings and pence
trapped in a world of hereafter and...

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Little old ladies stooped over trays,
at the garden centre caff,
where they spend their days purchasing
tranklements, considered slightly naff.

Everythings game from gnomes to pomander
that remind them of their mothers,
that are placed upon shelves,with yet more elves
along...

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~~~~~~~~                     Pink Polyester Pants           ...

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Oh, Spring my love I feel now your sweet hug,
you send soft breezes to stroke- to entice;
Spring your loving fingers . . . my serene drug,
I longed for you through winters coldest ice.

Putting on my...

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Boy :
deep beneath the veil
behind creaking songs of mouth -
felt fragrance of love

Girl :
nah! torpor dreamer
fret over your own fancies -
stars won't shine the day

Boy :
rain sweeping over
pall of clouds hiding the sun -
still I...

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Dawn’s xanthous blooming through the forest trees.
Bouquet from God’s hand suddenly immersed in light.
Flaming pine without a flicker, matchless crimson seize.
Skinny oaks like a garden gate, applauds pleasing sight.
O blaze of origin -
Sun’s ancient grin.
That...

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Grandmother's Porch

Oh, with my love remembered! 

Huge American flag flying with pride!

House a pristine white, with hunter 
green shutters.

Three matching hunter green rocking 
chairs with chintz cushions.

Huge geranium plant in a lovely wood 
container.

Railings to...

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Hotel terraces art nouveau  ironwork  and  interiors
Mother of pearl cufflinks painters actors musicians
Scooters racing around an antiquity filled Italian city
Mediterranean charm "How do you like your breakky?"
Feeling faint she lay on the...

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fingering white pages, one by
one, painted with ebonic ink.
  borrowed,
    i’m blushing
      like a bride.
the rush
  of pages,
    windmill
   ...

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