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“Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature” Gerard De Nerval
THE SNOWY FIELDS
The honeymooners sleigh-shaped bed — a vase.
Arrange our starry souls, so sound awake.
O lovebird buds, fly free above our place —
Embrace the happiness of snow globe shakes.
The snowy fields of baby’s breath catch mine.
Its strong and downy spread of beauty soft.
O Winter glistens in my arms. The sign. . .
A million stars of love’s sweet light; the loft.
Date written - 10/23/2019
Writing Challenge, October, 2019 - Flower or Flowers -
Sponsor, Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode
marvelous, they burst.
we are immersed in the fun.
our conjugal thirst,
meeting of the minds, rehearsed.
spectacular spectators traversed
over many July holidays. some, coerced.
delightful, at first being honeymooners.
with three kids, became submersed. the work!
happiness interspersed.
in the end it is all good at the worst,
because we are not dead. we are living not cursed.
though dealing with quite a few of an outburst -
which one of us hasn’t blown our top, had a cloudburst!
we are nursed by the fireworks,
thoroughly conversed quiet now, except for oohs and ahhs.
magic of memories, well versed.
7/1/2023
New York, New York, the road in the fork
of the events, the places and folks who've buttered the pork
Like Rockefeller, Moynihan and Andrew Cuomo
Frank Sinatra, Louie Armstrong, John Lenon and Yoko Ono
Lenny Bernstein and Lenny Bruce
Cookie Monster, Rocky and Bullwinkle Moose
There's Radio City, Central Park and Carnegie Hall
Coney Island, Yankee Stadium -- Let's Play Ball!
The Brooklyn Bridge on the Hudson River
Lower East Side and the Village, for swingin' livers
Babe Ruth, Mickey Mantle and White Ford
Don't forget Casey Stengel and Yogi Berra -- Oh, my Lord!
Marilyn Monroe, Madonna and Phyllis Diller in curlers
Archie Bunker, the Meathead, Anne Meara and Jerry Stiller
Stooge-mania, West Side Story and Annie Hall
Kramden, Norton and the Honeymooners
You've seen or heard of 'em all
There's Madison Square Garden and the NY Philharmonic
The Times and Wall Street Journal -- news junkies tonics
Malcolm X, Dr. King, and Abe Saperstein
Julius Erving / Dr. J with a case of Afro-sheen
Baldies like Kojac and Yul Brynner, the King of Siam
Sam I Am, Son of Sam, Green Eggs and Ham
Harlem Globetrotters, the Apollo, Kareem Abdul Jabbar
Jay Leno, Ed McMahon and Johnny Carson, the great Jack Paar
There's Broadway, Times Square, Soho and Fifth Avenue
Isaac Stern, Pavoratti, Willie Nelson and Ray Charles singin' the blues ...
Make a list from the Statue of Liberty all the way up to Mars
~ You still might leave out a legacy of constellations and stars!
It caught my eye as I walked by
On a cool and cloudy morning
So, I stopped a bit to stare at it
And right away with no dismay
The memories came flooding back
Of an August day thirty years past
And a sail we made on a windy day
Across the bay of Bras d’Or Lake
We set a fine clip on that twin-mast ship
And my heart raced quick as we keeled a bit
Now the windward run was exhilarating fun
As over the waves we bounced and skipped
It’s amazing how fast a morning can pass
While you and your bride are taking a ride
On a twin-mast schooner, as honeymooners
Now I told all that so I can share this
On our way back to the Inverness Inn
We made a stop at a quaint little shop
There sat a heart shaped sign made of pine
With a welcome banner across the top
Painted with the scene of our twin-mast ship
Sailing past the light house we’d seen on our trip
Easily the second cutest thing in the shop
Now to discover how much money it cost
Thirty quid, not a whole lot you may say
But half days pay back in those days
Thirty years now that sign has hung by our door
Welcoming family and friends by the score
Now we have lived in multiple places
And that sign has welcomed many faces
It catches my eye as I walk by
So, I stop a bit to stare at it
And right away with no dismay
The memories come flooding back
The happy nest
inspires; expires.
Chirping papa
sends his regards
with memories -
flying solo,
of his marriage;
and the mundane -
the bills and chores.
Listening aids
one left behind.
I incline to
get an earful.
I learn the ropes.
I see him smile.
Mourning’s over.
Gets on with life.
He’d not agree,
but neither do
honeymooners
admit when it’s
over and they
settle into
the married life.
My dad’s routine
of flourishing -
with martinis
grateful for the
olives; I loves.
He admits luck
with his children
who daily care
and listen to
his sapience.
5/5/2023
Did we really dabble daily?
You must be hyper-delirious!
Is it the posit in my eyes;
the recent rosy surprises?
Honeymooners might silkily slide
and slip sleepily into such dreams,
remembered. Still
such thoughts bring to mind
those early reclines of young love.
I can picture you in your red threads,
unveiling of slim
and vainglorious muscles,
the hustle of prowess.
Our steamy windows,
the firsts, the thirsts,
the pinpoint of lusty eyes,
the thrust of vigor.
Do we dabble daily
in linking love,
hand in hand;
the saxophone hums.
Together we slide
through the love tunnel
in the dark,
dangerously drifting
toward the eternal waterfall;
the climax.
Along the coolness of the oaks we walked.
Honeymooners dreams, was our secret talk!
Eucalyptus trees smiled, scenting our way.
Twas “our” San Francisco first come what may.
I never thought, you would die so very young.
But you taught me independence and deep love.
That gift you gave me, to not follow nor a groupie be.
Was the biggest gift ever, till we conjoin in eternity .
Your wisdom, laughter, love so sorely missed.
But a wife never forgets the magic of your kiss.
Nor the great Bohemian days when we married.
When death comes,to you, I shall run and not tarry!
All my love,
Panagiota
8/14/2022
~1~
Ever since I was a youngster, I loved my comedy shows
So, I've wrote about some comedy that most everybody knows
Remember watching "The Honeymooners" late at night tucked in your bed
Remember watching "The Flintstones" with Barney, Dino and Fred
Remember Soupy Sales, Red Buttons and Benny Hill
And don't forget about Mr. Rogers, and good old Mr. Bill
Remember Laurel and Hardy and remember Charlie Chan
And remember all the "Bowery Boys" and the "Little Rascals" clan
Remember all the "Munsters" and the "Addams Family" too
And remember watching "Tom & Jerry" and the classic "Scooby-Doo"
Remember all those comedy shows, I really loved them all
But still my favorite is "I Love Lucy" starring- Lucille Ball
her finger to his lips,
the mood like an eclipse.
she’s set the bed so it won’t quake,
not yet.
her satin gown shifts slowly,
like accentuated snowflakes.
the moon illuminates the hallowed place.
she flickers with the candlelight,
bare feet on rose petals, her wrists
orchestrating the space above the clouds -
a tender dance, sans music.
she needs him to hear
the deafness of the night,
then she can make love to him,
as if he knew
a world where only lightning can succumb
to the pitter-patterless rain; noiseless crackle,
the ebony sky with plumes of ziggurats.
afterall, she’s wont to create fireworks
in the marriage bed; roman candles,
catherine wheels, head over heels
in love with him,
and he hears her.
she kisses his tears.
he hears her quiet heartbeat.
the ornate swan and royal blue,
her charms,
the twining of vanilla and rose...
the honeymooners in vociferous throes.
this night of nights — the chamber undulates
as her spouse embraces the storm.
he craves fidelity*, her infinity.
6/25/2020
Sensuality Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
*state of being faithful; accuracy of details
Loosely based on the movie Arsenic and Old Lace.
I’m sure you’ll excuse the rambling for that is what
the movie was like — an adrenal rush of dark and crazy!
Teddy Roosevelt: “Bully for you.”
BULLY FOR POISON
no pantywaist.
puts his big boy pants on.
deals with his bully
brother and his odd sidekick.
his uncle bugles at tiptop,
races downstairs,
keeps going
to the gullet —
the belly of the whale.
a grave situation.
tools laid out...
twisted...
menacing..
are his aunts a menace too?
but so sweet to his fiance
while they (let me say
this with the voice of Margaret Hamilton)
“Poison...poison…”
oh don’t worry!
they are only helping
lonely old men.
elderberry wine
sounds delicious
and zany.
Mortimer gets ever more
drunk
on crazy
as he finds bodies in window seats
and buried “in the locks,” below.
in the end he,
like his Uncle
(Teddy Roosevelt) blows
his bugle,
races downstairs,
figuring he must be
cuckoo, for he’s related
to the bunch of nuts.
honeymooners pack up the whole bunch
in paddy wagons, straight jackets,
whatever it takes.
he finds out he can’t relate,
he’s adopted.
wipes off his forehead,
kisses his aunts,
rides off into the sunset.
his kids will never visit.
he warns them of drinking,
especially when they are lonely old men.
teaches his daughters not to mix drinks.
he hopes of his adopted family, he’s seen the last.
he will keep tabs.
3/11/2021