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That fruity diaphanous spoonful
pairs so well with this stack of memoirs.
Comfort food always makes you smile,
a dash of sugar a pinch of salt.
I look back fondly at my alluring past,
letting each drop nourish me with calm.
Each page part of a fabulous stack,
smiling I sip this cup full of gratitude.
Melodic isn’t always the still waters,
staccato waves build strong character.
Highs and lows you master the tempo,
learning how to pivot when you need to.
The style you create may transform,
with age it becomes a bit more refined.
Sparks of salad days remain entombed,
it’s current fantasticates a fresh twist.
I linger for just a moment in the past,
no regrets and excited for tomorrow.
My manuscript a snug time capsule,
smiling I sip this cup full of gratitude.
Woodstock wild is what the musicians knew
Plain dairy farm in New York, reservation due.
I was too young, alas, or I would have been there.
Loving the music, the ambiance, wild as old dog hair.
Midriffs showing, the crowd was mostly young and thin.
Jumpsuits looked fabulous, no matter who was poured in.
People ate healthy, they were taunt and tight.
Music wafted all over the hills on this Saturday night.
Platform shoes, cowboy boots, sandals, anything went.
Some hitched rides in caravans, that were heaven-sent.
Lots of clean fun while folk music enticed the crowd.
Rolling, rocking, roaring fun, and probably sixteen times too loud.
“I will soothe you and heal you,
I will bring you roses.
I too have been covered with thorns.”
Rumi
When the whole world,
behaved like her enemy,
a homeless heart was buried
in a private place so deep -
out of sight and out of reach.
Each time her emotions were breached,
her metaphorical spade dug darker and deeper -
her shield against shallow predators.
A mind scattered like shells lost in the sea,
yearning for calm waves to offer a sanctuary.
Fate led to the doorstep of her heart's pulse,
each vibration connecting two throbbing souls.
Beyond her make believe veil,
I saw an enchanted magic in her eyes,
celestial candlelight flickering so bright.
A secret smile that could melt hardened hearts,
through luscious lips reserved for special ones.
Although skeptical of words,
there was a desire to bathe
her in beautiful poetry,
caress her sun deprived skin,
stroke the strands of her hair -
silently moisturising her wounds.
Delving into the depth of her persona,
without touch, I felt her so close;
scattered, conflicted, but determined,
bruised, battered, scarred, but not bitter -
flawed, fragile, but compassionately fabulous.
A diamond left to rust, one desired to shine.
A wounded soul with razor sharp thorns,
reminding me of Rumi's desire to heal and soothe.
Simple Musing
Silent One
14 October 2020
Awash in golden sunshine is jade meadow,
Beneath snow capped mountains all aglow.
Carefree breezes wander through the blooms,
Discreetly scattering the sundry perfumes.
Enamored of sapphire skies, cottony clouds,
Fabulous noonday, far from thunderclouds!
Green grass so deep, in late springtime,
Harmonies of birds, all over the daytime!
Idyllic lake, with a duck swimming there,
Jolly in his crystal world, of sky unaware.
King-sized grasshoppers bound the green,
Lavishly jade, in native grass they gleam.
Mellow, melodious and memorable morning,
Naturally lovely when the sun is dreaming!
Once or twice, brown bunnies come in view,
Perky on the picturesque, emerald avenue.
Quivering butterflies, endlessly wandering,
Restless, as is common to those on the wing.
Spicy blooms, of various kinds and colors,
Teeming in the meadow, make exotic covers!
Untouched by time, the majestic mountains,
Vast, and with beauty enjoyed by thousands.
Whimsical ladybugs, chance to roam around.
Xenial is the meadowland, without any sound.
Yellow-tinged is everything that's in sight.
Zealous sunshine shares with all his might!
(Madame is pronounced with accent on maDAME, the French way)
Near a hole in the wall, with no qualm,
Never seen, sits a frumpy Madame.
Using lotion, she works
Giving smooth strokes and jerks
With her fabulous and renowned palm.
By Andrea Dietrich
*This is the theme of a movie I saw on cable.
Its name is Irena Palm, the name a widow takes when
she goes to work at a club in order to make enough money
to allow her grandson the surgery he needs to save his
life. It's not a *****, but her "work" is a bit erotic yet discretely
portrayed. It got high marks from the critics. My writing this
was inspired by Deborah Guzzi's Limerick Contest and now
I enter it into Skat's contest!
Check it out: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0762110/
Golly, where do I start when there are so many of them
Some B-Movie actors but so many are gems
The third movie he starred in was with Hannah in Splash
A mermaid so cute, boy her squeals made me laugh
The next one that secured me to liken this dude
Was in Dragnet as Pep Streebeck, his acting so good
Turner and Hooch to A League of Their Own
You can tell by his acting that this actor has grown
Then came the classics that brought him to the fore
Sleepless in Seattle and Forrest Gump, Toy Story so adored
Catch Me If You Can, The Terminal and The Da Vinci Code
Oscars were sure to follow, to the podium he proudly strode
The guy I have chosen, is the fabulous Tom Hanks
In his role Saving Private Ryan, I say a warm-felt thanks
Fabulous November is finally here
Where famous All Saints Day and All Souls Day
Carpeted the initial steps of this month’s stair
As huge banner of significant occasions flail
Lots of traditional and cultural celebrations
Are enjoyed--they’re big family events
Fabulous November invites us to cheer
For many month’s national and worldwide holidays
We celebrate to bring awareness to our health
Natural disasters and most of all to
Promote unity, peace, recognize the value of children
Men and women—they’re God’s precious gifts
Fabulous November coldness now I feel
As it intensifies, I will gladly prepare
The coming of Yuletide…the best season of the year
I’ll start hanging lanterns, colorful lights
Putting Christmas trees and start mailing cards
Always excited to see friends, family and the whole clan
Nov. 7, 2022 6.10pm
On our first date we had a fabulous fun
joining in procession of a street Carnival .
We were prepared to meet unfamiliar guys
from various different organisations.
Bugle, Saxophone, Tuba, Clarinet, flute
Mostly in high pitch, few were low ! Trying
to synchronise with beats of Drum and Trumpet,
in chorus ! Gorgeous, though not in desired symphony
Enthusiasm surpassed lack of perfect tune.
We enjoyed horse riding with some unknown people
flying coloured flares shining on silvery spangles.
Memorable night ! Fantastic fun in street festival.
One-word contest begged participation.
Putting my mind in acceleration,
I entered with the word - celebration.
Ordinary days need jump starts. I see
each day as an excuse for a party.
Salute relationships hot and hearty.
It takes some effort, commemoration -
sharing food, fellowship, fabulous fun.
Stay six feet apart and keep your mask on.
What did we celebrate September 5th?
Derby's Velazquez, Authentic's horsesmith
and National Cheese Pizza Day, forthwith.
September 5, 2020
** celebration **
Bobby May's One Word Contest.
My one word originally won a second place
however one word is not enough
to qualify as poetry.
As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew
anointed with a gentle rain amidst sun showers she appears as if on cue
Lifting her wings she lands on a Zinnia beneath a tinted sky of April blue
flight of fancy fanning fast, fabulous marvel, she is beauty true on true
Pheromones fill the air as the males call the females to their abode
their abdomens linked tail-to-tail, and on the damsels' eggs the male seed are sowed
From thereon, dull caterpillars slowly transformed into exquisite beauties
then, to a new hope, many newborns flew, making gardens filled with cuties
She then whispered that before brightness, there was a very dark darkness~
so don’t give up on your life just because your present swims in starkness
"Learn from my life cycle," she further said, "beauties that once were can still be
so your belief in sunshine after this raging storm is paramount and key"
From then on, she became me, and I became her, and hope of a better tomorrow fills me
far from me, fear then fled—I face my problems with glee, from hopelessness my life is free