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Come to me and lose your morality, less of the gentlemanly formality,
I'm no lady I have no class, I live amongst the worlds outcasts!
Friend of the friendless, foe to none, your who I desire, my chosen one,
Tonight I will treat you to passion unleashed, a treat indeed with this whore from the
streets,
Hand over your money it's all about cash, not the wife that your tied to and the love that
you lack,
Let me guess as you count out my evenings fee, 'my wife truly does not understand me'
As I lift up my skirt and drop down my panties, tell me in whispers your sexual fantasises,
"Yeah baby, thats oh so good, no-one ever touched me like I knew you would",
As you work it harder,and I shake to my core, I think damn why don't they give Oscars to
street walking whores?
Quick to finish,as quick as it started, thats where this romance ends, and our paths departed!
At my first sight of him,
I saw such a benevolence,
the Cuban youth with mocha skin
and bright root beer-brown eyes,
he only loved me,
I, a frivolous woman.
He was nineteen, I was twenty-two,
his steadfast devotion of heart,
my UK heritage fire.
How I wish I could send him a message
through the timelessness of poetry,
breathed into his dreams by an angel,
to say, when I think of us forty-three
years ago,
I sing a song of the sea.
We were U.S. Navy recruits in the
challenges of boot camp.
He thought my plain looks were
beauteous,
he, so serene and gentlemanly,
what a man should be.
He gave me an engagement ring,
when we graduated that hot
Orlando, Florida day,
the loving man too good for me,
how I hurt his truest of cherish,
he only loved me,
the woman of a thousand fragments.
Not long after he went out to the
vasty romantic sea,
I wrote him ending our engagement,
I never saw him again.
The years a flash of decades,
that brought my sorrow in tidal waves.
When I set sail in my elder's nocturnal
sleeping sojourns,
I think of him as my memories soar
as if an oceanic bird,
and awake-
to sing a song of the sea. ~
He is like those April birds,
waiting for the passage to sweet summers,
after the fragrant spring has passed through their wings.
The birds return home, after the winters have departed,
likewise, he discovers himself, spreading smiles at the break of dawn.
A warm presence like a sunbeam, a true child of summer,
his gentlemanly manners, perhaps learned from his mother.
His smile shines like the sun, oh, a true tulip he is!
May the Lord bless him with eternal happiness, like a field of flowers under the clear sky.
And in this dance of time, he rises like a bird seeking its heights,
seeking the warmth of summer in every ray, in every breeze that caresses his face,
with a heart open to light, to all that is beautiful and unspoken,
embracing each day as a gift, as a promise of a new beginning.
He is like that moment of morning when the sun meets the dew,
a soul finding its way home among memories and dreams,
with every step, with every smile, bringing summer into the hearts of those he meets,
and thus, in his universe, flowers bloom endlessly, and the song of birds is eternal.
Every little girl needs her daddy
to love her with gentlemanly charm.
To hold her tightly when she is afraid and keep her safe from harm.
Daddy have you ever wondered whose holding us now.
From pigtails and bubblegum,
to lipstick and high heels;
Daddy whose going to be their to hold our hand.
To help us mend our broken heart,
teach us that true love is real.
Daddy you never stop to wonder the day
you walked out on mom was the day you abandon us too.
Now as we grow older whose going to teach us to dance in the living room,
Whose going to see us twirl.
Whose going to bid us goodnight
And tell us everything is going to be alright.
Daddy your actions were selfish your desires divide our home
Now daddy you no longer belong to us alone.
You forgot along the way that there is no love that equals that of daddy's Little Girls.
Daddy you once said you prayed
But along the way I think you forgot to ask God
To guard your heart and protect your family from your selfish wayward ways.
The day you married mom
The day you created us
You forgot you made a promise
To stand with us for better for worse
You promise to love us and watch us grow
Dad you failed us
You replaced us for ashes and clay
We were meant to be daddy's little girl's.
Green Eyed Monster - A Love Story
So, I headed home to me flat from a hard day’s night
Working in the coal mines for a quid or two
“Just outside Londondary”, me says, when some busy body inquires
I goes right home to find me bed
Right quick and fast since I’m exhausted
I finds me ugly gal Sal with some guy there
Doing some unkind deeds upon me pillow
That I can’t rightly explain right here and now
Being a gentlemanly kinda fellow that I am and seeing red
I says to Sal, “Watcha doing deary?!” “What’s that in me bed?”
She says, “Nuffin love.” “I just finished the wash and found this bloke in here
And I’m all flustered, and as surprised as you.”
As a rule me complexion is as white as these sheets once were
I becomes hysterical, flushed and weird and fumbles for me gun
“Where’s me bullets deary!” I query of the misses.
But she’s as quiet as a mouse.
Now I’m in a frenzy and frothing at the mouth
“Don’t let me get me belt out or a knife!” I yells out to the wife
“Let’s keep it nice and easy!”
I finds the bullets, fills the chambers, shoots in their direction
I missed them both
But halted the copulation or repopulation
Which ever comes first
Created on 11/25/14 for “The Green Eyed Monster” – Poetry Contest
When I was young I didn’t think
In terms of accomplishment
I guess my ego wasn’t developed enough
To have the perspective and appreciation
To consider it all worthwhile, but
I also think those childhood achievements
Pleased my parents more than myself.
By the time I was done with school
What I accomplished were the simply things
I did just living a life
And following my own path.
For a while there I was inordinately proud
Of the house and home I built,
Then the arduous spiritual practices
Which took ages to accomplish
And replaced ordinary pride
With the sublime pride of the Deity.
Then eventually and thankfully
Came a family to raise
And career to pursue,
All of which seemed
Like a worthwhile accomplishment
Then and now.
Then came retirement
And the creation and accumulation,
If not accomplishment, of ten thousand things
Climbing routes, paintings and poems,
Gardens, orchards and long hikes;
The culmination of a gentlemanly life of leisure.
Now when much of that too
Has lost its charm
Accomplishments are measured more simply
Daily and immediately,
By the feeding of dogs on schedule
And the scooping of their poop,
By watching the arboretum thrive and grow,
Keeping it watered and mowed.
Eventually I know there will come a time
When the charms of even these simple pleasures
Will lose their hold
And I will be left with just accomplishing
Another morning
Another day
Another night
Another breath…
Until even the karma
Of that bit of accomplishment
Is exhausted
And I will have at last
Achieved the goal of this life;
To go in peace, without a trace.
(4/22/25)
~Frosty Interlude~
She ambled in the frosty woods.
Wondering, if with her imbalance
problems and her cane, if she should.
Still, she forged ahead bravely through
slippery branches and dead grass,
Till the world tilted and she went
crashing onto her _ss!
As luck would have it, a fellow-
canes-man was there.
He greeted her and brushed the
dead leaves and frost from her
graying, full head of hair.
Stood the grateful woman up,
and took her to his gentlemanly
lair.
Hot chocolate and cookies were
placed on the table.
He gave her a warm, Turkish towel,
to dry her long hair, making her
serenely comfortable.
They spent that entire November
day together!
A day she will always with sweet
thoughts and in her heart, fondly
cherish and remember!
11/1/2019
Form:
There’s a Nobel Prize for Peace
There’s probably one for war
I’d like to plead the case
For adding just one more
They say he was just a hungry toff
Feeling the need of a quick snack
Between some few games of cards
Thus allowing him quickly back
To those gentlemanly pursuits
Worthy of a man of his station
But to all us modern rushed folk
He’s the benefactor of the nation.
Johnson perfected dictionaries
Wellington his really useful boots
Worthy causes there no doubt
Scarce worth the merest of hoots
Compared to Earl of Sandwich
With his eponymous fast food
Easily and quickly adapted
To every nuance and mood
So lift your glasses please
Ply toasts upon the head
Of the man who first invented
Fun with two slices of bread
All hail to thee, John Montagu
The world doth owe great debt to you
Between 96th and 104th Street on Broadway
A mid age man holds high his bible as he shouts and struts.
From year to year he holds his route
When day is lit or turns to night
His chants I hear in words of worth
His strained voice reaches some looking out windows
Those traversing sidewalk sometimes stand and stare
He stands few feet away in worn shoes twisted to one side
His felt hat on salt and pepper hair gives gentlemanly air
He could have been a GQ type in earlier times
A worn leather bag heavy laden with tracks and books
Is draped on one shoulder.
He hands colored tracks to anyone
While lovingly he chants:"GOD! GOD! GOD!"
"I LOWYOU! ILOWYOU! ILOWYOU! GOD! GOD!"
Over and over his chanting holds rhythm
Contentment rings clear, but by golly! the man speaks no English
The bible is held high as he shares.
I've seen him writing countless checks for
Religious cause each first of the month
He writes until the lot is done; then from the post office
He ventures right back on Broadway to share
Salvation tracks; yes, he holds high his bible
And strut, and strut, unashamed; unafraid
His ministry to him, means a lot.
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Form:
I was outside her house as I open the gate
walking through the trellis
I approached the steps
I look up and I sigh
As breathe and anxiety
I have arrived I am looking so
in part for her open heart
but I might embrace her pains as I call her name
I go up the steps to the right of me
A porch swing now i knock on the door
and it opens and her father appears
I say how are you sir may I see your daughter
he glares at me he towers over me
he looks I appear to be quivering
but I inhale I exhale the fear away
still I stand at ease now
And I won't back down this day
he said what is your intent with my girl
why are you here
I tell him sir I want to get to know her
but in this I reveal may I approach you sir
with all due respect I love your daughter sir
but this you must get I trust your heart sir
that I shall display a Godly gentlemanly foray
I want to rest in you sir and give you no doubts
I want nothing but the best for your daughter's heart
so may I prove myself to you and be doodly bound
I so know that her heart is God's first yours and your wives
and I want to earn it may I sir be yours first may I earn your trust
My future dreams and desire
Only if it's God's will and your blessing years and years away
I want her hand in marriage the father says Boy I admire your courage
You're astute standing you're just a boy trying to be a man
I got my eye on you so within your honesty
If you be real with me we'll see what the future hold but keeping your memory
This is our girl so you're on probation
Ain't no messing around with my darling child
So if you think you're interested you must confess this
My eye will be on you so watch what you do just be true I'll give you the clue
Remember first this is our girl and maybe one day would loan her to you