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The morning paper is everywhere, the breakfast dishes, are here and there
Her feet up in the easy chair, the old man in his underwear
The phone starts ringing loud and clear, so hubby quickly disappears
When he returns, she sees a frown,…, He calmly says, “Guess who’s in town?”
“The corporate boss, not far away….I've asked them here to spend the day!”
“A little lunch would be no trouble. He’s with his wife…her name is Mable”
“You did what???? she screams. (The neighbors hear!)
"Company?? ... You say they're near?”
“Help me quick. Get off your rear!!”
"Oh dear,.... oh dear, ......oh dear) !!
"Get off your rear, you lazy man! And if you don't .....I SWEAR!"
She frets and stews and carries on….her hubby simply mutters
She runs around the messy room and stashes all the clutter
She’s acting like a headless chicken, her partner in a quandary
He watches as she runs around, hiding dirty laundry
Oh dear, they’ll need some lunch to nibble, whatever could she fix?
She finds some fruit, some crackers, cheese, a bag of party mix
Running to the bedroom, she’s gasping raves and rants
“You’ve got to get your shirt on!…For Pete’s sake, dear! Find your pants!”
“Heaven’s, we must hurry! We’ve got to make the bed!”
"Whatever you say, dear" he grumbles, and shakes his bewildered head
She discards her frumpy nightgown, powders her frantic frown
She quickly brushes hair, a dab of lipstick too
Tosses sloppy slippers, dons her pretty shoes
A knocking on the door, she pastes a cheery smile
Her unexpected company has come to stay awhile!
Breathing deep, she goes to greet them “So good of you to call!”
“What’s that.....a bother?” “ Now don’t be silly, you aren’t bothering us at all!”
She shoots a glance, a daggered lance, into her husband’s mug
He has no clue, ignores what brews…a deep, dark hole he's dug
For, once again, he’s lost his head…and says
….”Stay the night, it's quite all right, we have an extra bed!!”
She fakes a smile, and says "OF course!!".........
(but tomorrow he’ll be DEAD!!!)
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Delusions .
Thoughts of, Deceive ?
Perceptions derive - from experiences one has had -
at times skewed by all that has made one sad -
come back to haunt the present, make one feel so bad
on this journey to something different, something new,
a journey out of the past, experiences unlike with you.
Experiences, - I have had many - with you, very few !
It is so very difficult to see through the silence,
through a world apart and all the defense.
I am in a quandary ?, precariously on a fence
not knowing which way to step ?, what is right ?,
and so all I seem to do is - carry on this inner fight
that takes me from then to when, losing all sight,
questioning the innocence, the beauty before me.
Will the past ?, always be the eyes through which I see.
B. J. "A" 2
January 8th 2010
I followed the perfume she wore
Walking up the quay
She moved with grace and poise
Stepping out of her Rolls-Royce
Platinum glistening in a sun pool
A millionaire bedecked with jewels.
I was on a wheel-chair we met on the deck
She looked sad all I could do was stare
We got talking she was in a quandary
I sat up and heard her story
Three stages she had strived under light beams
Accumulating wealth means and dreams
A quiver rippled down mainstream
Penance and tears a flowing stream
I was travelling to raise funds for children
Just like me sitting on moving wheels.
She offered support and we got off the boat
To enter a quaint home where children’s laughter
roamed.
Her mood now uplifted no tears left to trace
As she was leaving a child grabbed
her legs and stared at her face
The child only said I want to remember your face
So when I meet you at heaven’s space
I recognise you with loves embrace
The fourth stage of her life now graced.
8.2.2021
Mind your P’s and Q’s
Sponsor Michelle Faulkner
In recent days on a holiday
that we spent in the English Lakes
a day spent at Grange-over-Sands
this lovely little town is so great
It has an attraction all of its own
especially down at the duck pond
which is surrounded by many a bench
memories of a bench made me respond
In 1989 after being ill with chickenpox
I spend time there recovering for a week
before leaving home got a get-well card
from a young lady, I admired so to speak
I sat on that bench many a day
reading a get-well card to me
it was so nice that a lady did care
then I was in a quandary under the tree
The bench did indeed change my life
for I did ask that young lady to go out
amazingly she said yes, in time is my wife
sweet memories indeed there is no doubt
(That lady that I did ask out on that first date was Christine now my wife of 33 years.)
To the staff of this soup of poetry:
Your mandatory categories are killing me.
I have a write on my PC that I wrote last week,
but I can't post it cause I don't know it's category.
If you could possibly create an "Other" category,
that would make life much more easier for me.
Is there at all any possibility
that one may one day write in their own category?
I don't know inspiration from introspection. I'm not too bright you see.
I've categorized this write as humor/funny
but it should have been categorized "Most seriously"
I'm always in a quandary
whenever I have to choose a category.
There once was a dragon, his name was, Little Lou.
His mind in a quandary, didn’t know what to do.
Dragon’s love children, this Lou wanted to teach;
how and where to begin, it seemed so out of reach.
Being himself, a young dragon lad;
Lou knew within, his wish could be had.
So up on the mountaintop, Lou did watch,
little village children, playing Hopscotch.
He began to think, with his young dragon brain;
an idea came to him, he could barely contain.
So down to the village, Lou swiftly did fly;
watching the children, with bright dragon eyes.
He landed beside, the fountain of Eros;
and watched with caution, little Billy Beros.
Billy was bouncing his little red ball;
back and forth from the side of a cobbler’s store wall.
Lou did approach him in a very slow manner;
so slow that Billy asked, “Dragon, what is the matter?”
Lou placed his head, upon the soft ground and
told Billy the idea he had found.
.
There, in the village, near Eros great fountain;
Billy and Lou began hammering and pounding.
Nails into the wood that, Little Lou had collected;
from their combined efforts, a playground was erected!
The folks in the village were all so amazed;
the playground became the village’s latest craze.
Billy and Lou, were the greatest of friends;
and little Lou’s love, fear it did transcend.
I am in a quandary
I am in a fix
My life in a predicament
I wonder what will happen next
Nothing doth run smoothly
So often things go wrong
It would be so refreshing
For a new day to begin
with laughter and with joy
and a large double gin
And as the sun begins to rise
And blackbirds start to sing
I’m looking all around
for a dilemma to begin
Breakfast comes and goes
Not a burn upon the toast
For today this day be Sunday
I look forward to my Sunday roast
A gentle stroll along the prom
Before it starts to go all wrong
But people smile and for a while
I even burst into a song
Back at home the leg of lamb
Permeates my nostrils
Pink and succulent with roasties
tender carrots and parsnips
lots of lovely fresh mint sauce
complements the lamb of course
I sit and tuck into my meal
lamb melting in my mouth
This is my favourite Sunday roast
But then disaster doth approach
My left front crown I'd swallowed down
My day had begun
far too good to be true
I am starting to choke
I am turning bright blue
Alone am I ~ am I going to die
No one here to pat my back
I am in a pickle
I am in a jam
In such a tight corner
In a quandary is where I am…
Written 2nd October 2021
Contest "Q" contest
Sponsor Constance La France
2nd PLACE
Contest A STRAND 1054
Sponsor Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE
Quandary
I bought a zoo - a magic place
With extinct animals - maybe lost in space
Now in a quandary - what to do
I have an ailing Jurassic Zoo!
My Stegosaur snores with loud zings
My Pterodactyl sprained one wing
My Tyrannosaur is burping bubbles
My Brontosaur wheezes stubble
My Allosaur has the sniffles
My Triceratops has heartburn dismal
My Philoceratops has the flu
My Centrosaur snorts in blue
Can't just go to the local drugstore
For dinosaur remedies lost in lore
In a quandary - what to do
My vet won't set foot in my Jurassic Zoo
Now
My Wooly Mammoth has lost his hair
My Sabre-toothed Tiger has toothache scares
My Short Faced Bear has halitosis
My Irish Elk has spinal stenosis
My Giant Sloth hangs upside down
My Wooly Rhino fumes and frowns
My Mega Otter cannot swim
My Bear Dog grows cat teeth in him.
Think I have solved my quandary....
Buying lush woodlands with running streams
In that paradise - let them all run free
Every time I visit with warm scones and fine tea
They will come a running with greetings just for me.
10-1-21
Contest "Q"
Sponsor: Constance La France
Thank you Marikate for your inspiration!
10-8-22
Contest: Marathon Mile 16
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Pushed to the edge by reality, yes, these verses will stifle.
A revolving door always present; New York City....Vicious Cycle.
This is a poem about the hardships, and monotony of this age
The world unchanging in its essence....many problems to assuage.
Why is our purlieu in such predicaments, the morass so intense?
It seems the fire has been extinguished; in other words we've acquiesced.
Hallways, alleys, subway stations/where the weak and troubled roam.
Considered dross by our society, that's why the streets became their home.
Our youth in dire straits, how can they be redeemed?
High school dropouts, teenage suicide, and for meth my brothers fiend.
Homeless people are anathema; we seldom love the poor…
New York City...Vicious Cycle....where daily living is abhorred.
A nimbus cloud, can't see the acme/ Where Then Can Love Be Found?
The cacophony breaks the silence; the voice of weeping does resound.
Welfare parents in a quandary, just barely scraping by.
Elderly people doing no better...though receiving S.S.I.
New York City....Vicious Cycle, spreading like a deadly cancer.
Minority children disenfranchised; drug dealing is their answer.
Boys and girls, young and pretty/ jailbait, nowhere to run.
A perfect target for a pedophile; their tender lives have just begun.
Dark specters in every borough; people lost and living trifle.
Eight million stories, naked truth...New York City...Vicious Cycle.
Broken Trust
I went for a walk today
Just to try and clear my mind
The things that really troubled me
The answers so hard to find
You left me for another
And it broke my heart in two
I cried so many tears
Because my love for you was true
Now you have come back to me
And said leaving a big mistake
You have left me in a quandary
Because I fear you are too late.
I cried a million tears
Yes, that is oh so true
But the pain finally went away
and I got over you.
Now you are asking me to love you
Just the way I used to do
If only there was a way for us
But the trust I had is missing too
We simply cannot go back
That was another life and time
I gave you all I had to give
And you crushed this love of mine
I am sorry I cannot retrieve it
Because Trust and love go together
My trust for you is broken
And the love is gone forever.
So I went for a walk today
Just to try to clear my mind
And I finally found the answers
They had been there all the time.
Connie Moore
Dec 28, 2013