Long Dates Poems
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I remember our first picnic
In an isolated spot
By a cool mountain waterfall
On a summer day very hot
We were still just young kids
The dates we had were very few
I welcomed this opportunity
To be alone all day with you
We laid out our blanket
Near a pool formed by the stream
The hike to this isolated spot
Took hours, or so it seemed
The weight of the backpack
Stuffed with food and bottles of wine
I was glad to be relieved of
When the perfect spot we did find
It was you who suggested we take a dip
To cool off from our hike
Though we hadn’t thought to pack swim suits
A fact I was starting to like
I watched you very closely
Unveil perfection before my eyes
You were coyly enjoying me staring
I hadn’t started undressing – I realized
We swam and then we ate some lunch
Still unclothed we sipped red wine
Before our picnic had come to an end
I was yours and you were mine
Twenty-five years later
Once a year we picnic there
Still never packing swim suits
And your perfection everywhere
27 January is known as holocaust Liberation day
The liberation of the Auschwitz concentration camp
Systematic extermination of jews what can i say
The NAZI regime laying down its stamp
These awful acts carried out around Europe
People being murdered because of religion
No proper food starved of syrup
Living in camps like hells kitchen
6 million Jews exterminated
Two thirds of Europe's Jewish population
The smell of death permeated
It needs to remain in education
Why were the Jewish persecuted
It dates back as far as roman times
The warped idea of man concluded
The Jewish were alleged to commit crimes
The main instigator for this despicable act
The Final solution incitement off genocide
Was Adolf Hitler this is a fact
With his tiny mustache and eyes opened wide
The evil within him was totally absorbed
He compared the Jews to being germs
He wrote main kamph for the record
Antisemitism he took by the horns
Although illegal and somewhat outrageous
Hitler didn't invent antisemitism
Jewish persecution was around in the middle ages
This would now been known as racism
...The two broke up at that very moment,
I never talked to the man again,
but you won’t believe the kind of nonsense
that I head he has said, from his friends.
They claim he wanted to raise it himself,
even would’ve offered to marry Kris,
claimed that he had no problem ‘steeping up,’
that his own parents had married like this!
As if we were back in the dark ages,
like a marriage would solve anything,
he probably still believes that two parents
are needed for a ‘proper’ upbringing.
They say that even failing a marriage,
that he would have set up an adoption,
demanded that she ruin her body
just to birth an unwanted little one.
Asking Kris to put her life on hold,
there’ a reason men have no say in this,
all because some ancient book told him to,
can you believe he would be so selfish?!
I head later on that after that day
he would only go out with Christian girls,
so if another mistake should happen
the child,”Will survive to see the world.”
To think that he would refuse a woman
for wanting control of her own body,
it’s a form of discrimination,
choosing girls who just want to have babies!
Claiming he wants an old-fashioned marriage,
and a wife for him to love and to care—
Hey! I told you the man’s a fascist,
what are you doing?! Don’t go over there!
Perchance, happenstance, my sailor found me
as I arrived (a package deal) but I stole his heart
and wouldn’t share, though some so-and-so tried.
She’s lucky she’s still alive. Thankfully my sailor
couldn’t be bribed. He was revived, not villified,
by my return. He told me all about so-and-so.
I said so-what, we had just met, no big deal.
But I didn’t know she’d hide behind rocks, at the end
of our dates, ga-ga-ing over him. Her glasses brim
with puppy loving, but I stole his heart. It was around
my neck so she couldn’t find it. Kick to the curb,
so-and-so, you're so outta there. Really “out there!”
My Prince, thus nicknamed, brought me to a movie,
first base - ahem…I mean on base. We kissed,
we missed what was playing in the dark. He took
my hand as our lips played like a bow and harp.
I momentarily look up. Some chump, who worked
there was holding my hand - I am NOT that kind of girl.
Roll up your sleeves…knock out this jerk, this l o s e r.
MY sailor had won my heart. No other hand comes close.
Did I tell ya, I also had a sailor in the chow hall, during
boot camp, lick my boots - no my hand. What is wrong
with the seas. Glad I swept up the pearl and not the disease.
9/2/2022
Two successive dates
I failed to hit the mark
I'm sorry for the mistakes
And the crestfallen shark
On the first, I didn't use
Much needed commas and slashes
Flowers I failed to produce
Absent were the flamenco flashes
I now do understand
Beauty of punctuation
Undulations of the land
Whispering illustration
And the slanting slashes
Those acute angles
Poetry to eyelashes
Loosening many tangles
Superb instrument dash
A pause to look at your work
Warns you before being rash
Watches where lightning lurks
Stanzas bring out sparks
Red violet and pink
A ray between two darks
A fillip to potent ink
Thanks for your expertise
It has made me mature
No mistakes in the next exercise
I'm more than sure
Especially the short stanzas
I was unmindful so long
Now these will be in bonanza
Lilac lyrics of a song
Do fix the next date
Mistake-free poems I'll give you
You will feel a tidal elate
Like the autumn silver dew
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August 31, 2019
Overcoming Mistakes Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
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Stood in time, this lost and lonely peer
stripped of life where darkness comes to call
o' tempest dream of endless disappear
let not be me who bends this 'pleted fall
Dearest pain, my skin reflects in death
candles drip, lone aching now to crave
melted forms in shadow's final breath
earthen mounds, o' this my tortured grave
Vacant soul, tormented is thy weave
come to mourn, o' ye of dire stare
cast thy fill in gravel to relieve
final wish, this hour of despair
Pull this soil with spade of coated blood
deeper still for thou hast cast the sign
chiseled dates and names, farewells a' flood
memories 'long crooked festered line
Still, these winds in hallowed echoes flow
endless chants, where haunted arches breach
thick of vine and foothold dangers show
gasp for air, deflated lungs now preach
O' these fears lie anguished, ever deep
press the lid of wood and rotted feel
when the past has nothing left to reap
of this peer, thy darkness shall reveal
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For five days we have been worker bees
Now it is time for those tees
Whether it is fighting off a golfing bogie
Or wiping your hands from a lunch time hoagie
Finally the weekend is here
And adventure is near
Going out entertaining the mates
Finding friends and romantic dates
For a short period of time
And recreation on the mind
Worker bees turned into social bugs
Giving companions fashionable hugs
Interaction with others
And chance meetings that could breed into lovers
Taking a two day holiday where one can reflect and relax
Ignoring what is being transmitted at the office fax
It is the proper time to make the pass
When encountering a potential lifelong lad or lass
Enjoy the time off
Not having any guilt feelings of fault
Being in the corporate life
Needing to be giving the green light
Hoping the check clears
To shop Wal-Mart then on to Sears
During this time we sit down finding peace and cheer
Since the weekend is finally here
Oasis, hallowed site surrounded by sand,
Haven for ancient and modern nomadic band,
Like atoll in midst of ocean deep,
Much like port where ships quietly sleep.
A fertile patch of cornucopia delight,
Food and drink typical of a tropical site,
Offers time of grateful interlude,
Palm trees stand guard over solitude.
Green area amidst a frozen white landscape,
Desert’s balm of water and delicious palm dates,
Fertile parcel where lowly spirits soar,
Sanctum of peace from world’s strong uproar.
Beautiful as a lush green park by ocean beach,
Inn in the desert providing pleasant retreat,
Oasis for those in between ports,
Nature’s uppermost private resort.
Today, there are no bounds
in these times, what’s lost is found
it could be ours with just one tap
then watch it fall onto our lap.
So much to see, so much to do
all from the comfort of the same room
it’s all there, in just one place
even better, it lights up your face.
But when was the last time,
you’d meet a stranger over wine?
Take those digits and hold them close
and watch it become something to boast.
The anticipation of weekend nights
when everything felt vibrant and bright
camera phone photos with blinding light
‘ugly’ jeans, far too tight.
Connection meant a hand to hold
it wasn’t something that could be sold
when they would call, you’d struck gold
now they just ghost, it’s getting old.
There were no ‘prompts’ and there were no ‘swipes’,
just ‘save the dates’ and ‘get it rights’
because back then, you’d have to fight
now it’s okay; next one’s in sight.
There was always something on the big screen
but now what’s new, has already been seen
all that lays there are empty scenes
we stay inside; we’ve found new screens.
Isn’t it great, this newfound fate
that keeps us safe behind our gates
it’s all so shiny, it’s all so bright
yet somehow we’ve lost the light.
DID THEY OR DIDN’T THEY?
He wanted to ask her out and wondered should he
a) just walk up to her and ask her
b) send her an e-mail
c) send her a text
d) leave a note in her desk
If he should ask her out, she wondered, should she
a) say yes please, she’d love to
b) tell him she was washing her hair that night
c) say she was already spoken for
d) laugh and walk away
If he did and she said yes, would he
a) take her to see a movie
b) escort her to a posh restaurant
c) suggest a romantic walk in the woods
d) leave it to her to decide
So did they
a) go on one date and call it a day
b) go on lots of dates and fall in love
c) marry on a sunny day in June
d) live happily ever after
30th January 2023
The Multiple Choice poetry contest
Sponsor - Suzanne Delaney