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First love
It was a day in May
I was a cook at a hotel, my first
job after graduation
and the first, in our family
with proper training
I even got a certificate, it
had my name in big letters
Then, I was full of myself
I met Greta, who was the one
cleaning pans and plates
We fell in love
Never did I know that love
could be so sweet
It was like nature was on our side
flower-scented and trees
strew green leaves on our path
A summer has an ending
I had gone away to see my mother
who lived in another town
She was not at the railway station
to meet and autumnal light
The trees faded, shedding brown leaves
A love story was over
heartbroken, I joined the Navy
Now that I'm old, she is the one
I remember
First, you should know,
I don't own a lawnmower.
I had to borrow one
from my sister-in-law.
So I can mow
my daughter's lawn.
Second, Cutting the lawn
is my escape from
my mundane honey do list
of running errands
and household chores.
Third, I also, cut
my sister-in-law’s lawn.
But don't get me wrong,
I have fantasies
of mowing her lawn.
She even gave me a key
to her shed,
so I can come and get it
whenever I like.
Four, Now that I have her
the lawn mower.
I start mowing her lawn
from front to back.
I’m not a tree hugger,
but look forward to
cleaning up the leaves
in her back yard.
My Mom read the supermarket flyer
There was a sale on sparkling cider
I groaned when she said we must shop
When she starts, she'll never stop.
I pleaded, "Mom, in the study below
"We have sixty-three, I counted, I know
"Bottles cover half the floor
"It's hard to even open the door."
But determination was in her face
So I had to drive her to the marketplace
We cleaned out their cider without doubt
I carried four bags, staggered out.
I arranged the bottles on our floor
There was no room at all, not any more
Then she made dinner, and I went to sleep
While a burglar at our house did creep.
He jimmied the window lock, and climbed in
Fell over the bottles, made an awful din
I woke up to the sound of shattered glass
And an escaping thief, going fast.
So now I'm cleaning up soda on that floor
But I won't complain about Mom any more
She can shop for soda, and Angel Cake too
She can fumble coupons till the cashier turns blue.
The cops caught the perp, he smelled of cider
An international gang, the net got wider
All this helped Mom's ego inflate
My neighbors told Mom that she was great.
So all you who shop until you drop
You never know, you might help a cop.
And make a burglary plot flop.
kidnapped by aliens
inside outer space
held hostage
within the mind
upside down
turning grease lightning
dancing blind love
shaking out
negative garbage
spring cleaning
dusting cobwebs
turning over trails
a new leaf
summer sun smiles
opening gates
golden precious
in the garden
of flowers
one beauty
a blooming rose
stands out
in softly gifted
textured petals
blushing portrait glows
sweet velvet heart
of a maiden
pretty thoughts
clear inside vision
sparkling in
the mirror
you are princess
most beautiful
in mirror reflection
i ever did see
inside out special
held hostage
kidnapped by love
please do not
set me free
We all knew Jack or someone like him,
But we thought time had passed by him,
We even sang the odd hymn,
To mark the passing on of him.
But alas he has returned to carry on where he left off
Knowing every job the ins and outs of.
That others could not finish off,
Despite many views to the contrary of,
By those cleaning up after he had moved off,
To tell others what he never knew the half of.
I came across him the other day,
And he still had the same old things to say,
About how others did not know how to work with clay,
Or who should have right of way,
And that he was able to bring what was needed into play,
Faster than I could say,
I'm finished for the day.
Now he has a family of his own,
For us to bemoan.
If You Live to Get Old
Dedicated to my Father, of
Blessed Memory!
If You Live to Get Old...
Yet, you retain, your youthful
heart,
Zowie~ you have an enormous
start!
Sure, your rooftop may turn
gray.
But to you, each day is but
another chance to truly play!
You do anything you darn well
please.
You are the last to be cleaning
out cabinets on your sore knees.
Sure, you have pain of all kinds,
Comes with the territory, pay it
no mind.
My Father refused to go to the
Doc's! (three cheers,Dad)
He lived long and extended his
life clock.
He always did things for others
No matter the weather.
Bet he's in heaven now~wearing
a smile, and elegant Borsellino
hat with an exquisite feather.
And driving his favorite car, the Cadillac,
with gorgeous,elegant soft leather.
My Father~ a man who loved life,
jokes, family, great music, food and yes~
playing the ponies,
at Arlington Park Race Track.
Later, his granddaughter was the
star and love of his life!
So, if you get to grow old,
Create fun and enjoy it.
Do not be morose, be happy and
outrageously bold!
And always follow Whitman's
advice:
" Resist much; obey, little!
Then, it's a blast, growing old.
June 20,2019
Panagiota Romios
Relief courtesy dreaded (re:) inspection not revisited until May 2022
Anticipatory anxiety put on high alert
when the warden gave less than a week
courtesy spluttering tone of voice
she did angrily blurt
nsync with her usual persona
being wickedly curt
treating us (myself and missus) like dirt
gloating in our writhing adversity
poor, sharecroppers, no matter yours truly indigent
no matter exhaustive effort I do exert
to secure living income/wage, thus flirt
with visions of illusions grandeur
analogous to taut pulled belt girt
tightly around psyche whereby temple hurt
with unbearable agony
rendering these lovely bones inert.
Grosse and Quade Management
at 2 Highland Manor Apartments
with Jackie Geiger at the helm
finds yours truly afflicted with weak
praise, cuz she left us
(meself and the missus)
in figurative darkness,
whereby I electronically bellow and shriek
silently critiquing as if writing op/ed
for Time magazine and/or defunct Newsweek
perhaps under heading summarizing healthweek,
which hypothetical issue possibly considered
virtual collector's item
and subsequently unreal antique.
Nevertheless said rich daddy's princess
forewarned yours truly and spouse
dated June 24th, 2021,
quoted verbatim as follows:
Dear Mr. & Mrs. Harris
Due to your recent annual inspection,
we will be re-inspecting
your apartment on Tuesday, June 29th
from 11am-4pm.
We will be conducting
the inspection to ensure
you are making progress
cleaning your apartment,
especially your kitchen and bathroom areas.
We also want to keep up
with eliminating your fruit fly issue
in your apartment.
The above date came and went
(as did two other recently lapsed dates),
we never got notified
approximately five year tenant
logically concluded - and anger pent
up inside furious enough
methinks gross analogy when
twenty eight National Guardsmen
fired their weapons at a group
of anti-war demonstrators at Kent
State On May 4, 1970,
now mine poem attains completion extent.
I washed my hands this morning when I visited the loo,
Then went and touched the tap, which you really shouldn’t do,
And then I scratched my nose, because I had an itch,
Then with my bare hands I went and pulled the switch!
And then I went and sneezed, with no tissue close to hand
Whilst holding the marmalade, not good you understand,
With the work surface soiled and the margarine as well,
This damn Coronavirus is my own living hell!
And so I washed my hands and then to my surprise
There was no towel around, which I hadn’t realised.
So I’m wandering ‘round the kitchen, like a zombie on the run,
And I had to wash my hands again - oh isn’t this just fun!!
So I sanitised the kitchen, wiped the work tops too
Then I asked my wife ‘would you mind cleaning the loo?’
I’ve sanitised the door knobs and all the floors to boot
And just to be sure I thought I’d sanitise the fruit.
I sanitised my phone but dropped it on the floor,
As I cannot clean a broken screen, I shan’t wipe it any more.
And I tried to wipe my laptop but it doesn’t like the soap
And now I cannot switch it on, god knows how I will cope!
And the hand lotion I use, which normally lasts a year,
Is not enough to get me through this afternoon I fear,
And so I wash my hands again, a ritual I now despise,
As the scientists keep telling me ‘wash your hands we emphasise!’
Do quivering quails qualify for welfare? My child queried me.
I was startled at the question, it is interesting you can see.
What are quivering quails? I asked my quick-witted four-year-old.
I am not sure, but I read about them somewhere, he said big and bold.
What is quivering? I asked him, questioning what he had read.
I was pretty sure I had slipped my romance novel under my bed.
Quivering, you know, like this, he said, shaking his head and his teeth.
I was relieved to know he means shivering, relieved beyond relief.
Do you want to see what a quail is? I asked him, thinking he did not know.
He got down on his hands and knees, his hands were now quite low.
Pulled a wildlife animal book out from under his closet debris.
I did not remember ever reading this, but I must have, I could see.
There was a huge quail and it was shivering in the winter cold.
See? He said, all excited. His enthusiasm will never get stale or old.
I decided to stop my cleaning and pay attention to him that day.
Thirty years later, I am glad I also decided to bring out some blue clay.
For questioning four-year-olds who turn thirty-four grow up and go.
You can never get them back, no matter how much you desire, so….
Stop cleaning and vacuuming and pay attention to your little guys.
When they get married, they are whisked away before your eyes.
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