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On the shadowed banks of river they sat together
Adulating setting sun quivering in rippling currents
Where golden filaments shimmered on blue water
Forming and breaking ephemeral circular motions
Undulating amber rays on eve’s buoyant emotions.
Her dimples smiled upon her visage of royal poise
Enticing him to probe her cheerful, enamored eyes
Mesmerizing as yet un-blossomed amatory dreams
As they raved of college, friends, late nights carefree
Exploring coyly maiden impulses of mature themes
Inflaming seductively, untrodden clues of fantasies.
Alas! those memories now~ dulcet still, but empty.
Never he saw her again on her side of the prairies
Strolling nonchalantly, engrossed in birds chirping,
No one standing there now to steal his glances slyly
Hiding behind notions of secrecy, at first meekly,
Though later, quite daringly, wantonly, frequently;
Elevating him unlike anyone else, before, or since.
Her last letter to him was cryptic, yet informative:
A rustic farm house, cow moos amid clucking sounds,
Boy and a girl, flower beds, and a dog named Duffy~
A simple life on landscapes lauding ancestral heritage.
He remembers well~ saying it, genuinely meaning it,
As movingly she indulged in life that could have been,
Awkwardly dropping hints, soon she’ll be married.
Yet, here she is now intimating, she too so loved him~
Validating his belief—though offering a mere fig leaf--
A vain gesture to convince him she honored his dream
Memorializing secret pact, living life in his blueprint:
Boy and a girl, rustic farm house, a dog named Duffy.
April 12, 2022
Poem of the day on April 14, 2022
Placed 1st: This or That, Vol 11 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: Fig Leaf
Whose smile and behavior are more devilish than Tom Cruise’s?
Naturally cast to play Maverick, daringly bending the rules.
Putting himself and his bestie Goose in danger, over and over.
They both are enjoying US Navy’s elite fighter weapons school.
Maverick is conceited, cocky, and super believably over-confident
As is Iceman, his nemesis, and major competitor, played by Val Kilmer.
The two together carry this movie to an exciting fruition.
Maverick's flirtation with Charlie, astrophysics instructor adds pizazz.
I do not think you will be bored if you rent this one dated 1986.
Thirty-seven years later, it still makes me smile.
Of course Goose’s death will always be sad, even now.
'Course as a grim teller of tall tales,
(albeit poetic) reasonable rhyming
quasi roundelay I readily admitted to feign
cuz, stringing words together with
pride and prejudice plus
sense and sensibility, jocularity,
and conformity I dissed deign
(spoiler alert) iamb, trochaic,
dactylic, and anapestic metrical reign
jest your ordinary garden variety
dollar short day late dime a dozen
penniless citizen banker Abel and Cain,
yet mine mean mien blithely, daringly,
fatuously, ludicrously, nauseatingly,
pretentiously playfully urbane
many (if not all readers)
will coon sitter
yours truly harmlessly insane,
whose feeble attempts
to wax and wane
oft times falls flat (splat goes Matt)
as if dropped out plane,
without a parachute
instantly recuperating while lain
supine (winded, but...
none the worse) asthma brain
suffers concussion, confusion, contusion
actually, immediately, and unexpectedly
knocked fluent German speaking ability
within germane guy verständlich?
If ye really comprehend
trademark non Turkish gobbledygook
then explain (using
language of least familiarity),
but best to commence
with eye catching hook
impossible mission
apt lit pupils (mine)
to evade even momentarily
riveting, spellbinding,
and transfixing look
courtesy ingenious way
with word ye snook
cored me and took
wind out my sails.
Nor could I breakaway courtesy automobile,
cuz 2009 Hyundai Sonata
would not start... yea for real,
thus finding me ready to yoke
neck (think gibbet) each heel
dangling as body goes limp
blessedly, finally, happily
ridding me of any/all hangups,
one less goo goo gaga born this way
poker face cards for him to deal.
UNGABLUZUM describes this schlemiel!
Gypsy Fortune Teller costume revealed my most dazzling self
Wearing hot pink, silver, gold, purples, and flaming oranges.
Carrying a crystal ball, tarot cards and runes.
An elaborately embroidered shawl over my shoulders.
Enjoyed myself ever so much at the Octoberfest, reading palms.
My psychic self pranced forth, hugging my soul with delight.
Pirate Queen costume, reveals my hidden slashing self.
She looked so unassuming, they thought, until they saw me now.
My blousy sleeves set off my enormous black boots and eight inch belt.
I moved daringly, with aggressiveness I usually cannot muster.
The crowd cleared a way, seeing my determined purposeful pirate walk.
Sword and pistol attached to my side, I felt a confidence I rarely feel.
I growled at a few children and they laughed, because they knew me.
Elvira, Mistress of the Dark costume revealing more than I should have.
My sensual, sexual, excited to be me side, so I shared it only with my man.
Wearing it at home, in the bedroom where others rarely go.
He likes this one the best. Even better than my French maid costume.
Enough said.
There lived a man, in a village ancient
With sagely wisdom like fire-borne gold
With mountainous virtues he stood patient
To hold on to his beliefs he was bold
Each test of his life he daringly bore
With sagely wisdom like fire-borne gold
Dilemmas, no doubt, troubled his inner core
Conflicts within and without did torment
Each test of his life he daringly bore
Though to no evil course he did relent
Good seemed bad, vice versa; he was perplexed
Conflicts within and without did torment
When he found in a state morally vexed
He took hold of the hand of the Lord, lo,
Good seemed bad, vice versa; he was perplexed
With his life, so lonely, like a caged pet
There lived a man, in a village ancient
He took hold of the hand of the Lord, lo,
With mountainous virtues he stood patient
03 November 2022
The perfect painting-
She’s walked for long adorning it;
With an array of aromatic colours
It’s been her identity for quite a while
Only perfect it is not and she’s the only one who knows
For within a tormented painting glares daringly at her
As if ridiculing her to put up a fight that was long lost
Having savored genuineness in her-
Her emotions took a hard turn
And now it’s hard for her to distinguish between true and false
She believed in love’s greatness over all emotions
And she feels it but somehow mistrusts it
So as cold creates more room for himself within
All other emotions kind of follow suit
Creating another unwanted version of her
So she plays the perfect role with an ease for the outside world
But inside normalcy grows weaker
Inside where the perfect painting she longs to hang
Crossroads Tale: Synopsis
Jumbled, fumbled
thoughts fester floors
such a toxicologist,
bleeding heart
ignores,
Channels his veins
neath tiled floors
of a bar joint
worked by
whores,
His essence fills the walls
challenged by cigarettes,
cigars, concoctions and
lonely tear ducts that
drains and fills the
devil's brew of
tasteless
breakups
In all off this bruhaha he
gathers his thoughts of
what has or to be
somewhere is a
guitar, who had
bested the
best,
Little did he know that
one who he had
blasted in that
match was,
the master
The young man brought
vigor to one who was
stale but hungered,
as challenged less
became his demise
for none in the
world would
daringly
despise
So it was winning or losing for
the master knew the kid had
already won irrespective
as being challenged was
the determining
factor,
For they both won because
the master was finally
challenged, by a boy
who offered his soul
to be the best and
on return, he
gave him a
free ticket
to fame.
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2019 September 15
*2nd Place*
Crossroads
~~Silent One
When you see I look just fine,
looking like im having fun,
it's that Trelegy ellipta, all mine,
my life saving,
horribly hard-core,
expensive friend.
Improves quality of life
but hastens that final end.
It's that daringly dubious
double edged sword.
There's no purpose in intubation.
But I beat him back
as best I can,
armed with Z-packs
and other medication,
his staph advances once again.
I am armed and ready.
I stand at the gate,
watching closely,
I know his plan
to hit me harder
to extract that fee,
but I know just when to strike,
the moment to open that Z.
I have to laugh,
going home has never been so much fun,
i'm certainly not suffering.
But he will come
like a thief in the night
to take me home
suddenly.
I know not when.
"And magnificently we will flow...
into the mystic..." (Van Morrison)
Roger Ebert~ "At The Movies"
Chicago Film Critic: Pulitzer Prize winner for Criticism.
Has a star in his name, at the Hollywood Walk of Fame.
Passed away in 2013 A.D.
~~A Dedication to Roger Ebert~~
Ah, dear Roger! Gone but not forgotten.
Infinitely compassionate, warm and fun!
With you, and many Chicago journalists,
I was so very blessed to run.
You never were too big to come to my
humble home parties!
You brought your journalist friends, too.
When my daughter was just two, she
joyfully opened our front door for you.
Each New Years Eve, you rented a space
for your hundreds of friends,
With drink, food and overflowing
laughter.
Those days, Roger, I will remember and
cherish, today and forever after.
I daringly argued with you about your movie
critiques!
And yet...you were open to hearing the
ramblings from my mouth.
Till a deathly illness, took you painfully out!
But, of your endless virtues and genuine
humanity and creativity,
Of these, dearest Roger, I will eternally shout!
Love,
Panagiota
Panagiota Romios
4/1/2019
There it sits…
in the dark corner a hollow thing bony arms skeletal
Is it grinning
There sitting closer in shadow even in Light.
Black Eyes staring.
Things understand….
Unmoved.
EYES glow like cats in car lights
I wonder…
What are you!
A haunting vestige of hair, all teeth, and bone
Tumbling down past your shoulders
A dark thing of dark flesh…
Lost to void
A pool of light near your arm
It's daringly too close, fearing to see
too much too soon...
Light seems to retract?
Feeling your ice drift from you
from your hands
I ask you, “what are you?”
“Where have you been?”
“Where are you going”?
Skintight skull grinning eyes wide
a dark dialogue I devise
I want to pull you close but the fear is…
You were my ALL, in a former life.
My memories of us once
beautiful, bright, fleeting...
...now just dust drifting
Your soul is lost,
so is mine?
And only this thing
Sits & grins
sinisterly at me…
"love not the dead only suffer the living"
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