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When I'm traveling and away from you,
Not to worry, dear, my love is true.
I remind myself that I'm still yours
When I find myself on foreign shores
In a tryst with a miss behind closed doors,
It's not straying, it's "diplomacy",
Part of my "Good Neighbor" policy.
How else can I explain a flirty dame on a train in Spain?
It would be impolite to refrain from joining her for a brew.
I may not always stop to think,
While teetering on the brink,
How easily one little drink can turn into a few,
But bibulistically,
When in Rome I do as the Romans do.
If a femme makes an overture in France to chercher l'amour,
And it leads to a brief séjour, it's not romance I pursue.
I'll learn more French in an hour
From Mademoiselle in her bower
Than at the Louvre, or the Tower, or even Notre Dame, too,
And linguistically,
When in Rome I do as the Romans do.
So don't shed tears bitterly over pictures from Italy
Of my guide Isabella and me, my heart still beats true.
Each time I give in to a yen,
It's just so I'll know where I've been
'til I'm back in the States once again,
Rendezvousing with you.
So euphemistically,
When in Rome, I might go for a "spin" in Rome,
'cause, Dear, I hear it's a sin in Rome
Not to do as the Romans do.
Author's note: According to my archives, dear reader, I wrote this piece in 2016 and published it here on Poetry Soup shortly thereafter. I was later thrilled and delighted when it was selected to be included in the very first "PS: It's Poetry" anthology published by PS in 2020. It is one of my personal favorites of all the pieces I have written to date, and so I think it's due for another airing.
I’m going up to the highest peak
Up to the roof of the world
To sit at Red Mountains steep
Kneel down and pray for my girl
This beautiful place of treasures
With religious murals upon the walls
The architecture uniquely clever
Like the figure of my senorita doll
And I cry
Oh’ Isabella do you hear me
Praying in the land of snows
Oh’ Cara bella can you see me
Come baby please take me home
It's awesome this palace of potala
The scenery so colourful and clear
As bright as my baby Isabella
White wings and rosary tears
Highest ancient palace in the world
Thousands of years old
Tibetan monastery
Frequent avalanches
Upon Mount Everest
And I cry
Oh’ Isabella do you hear me
Praying in the land of snows
Oh’ Cara bella can you see me
Come baby please take me home
There's a lot of exquisite tankga
Hanging legends from ancient time
Better do some chanting mantra
And see if these bells gonna chime
I can still hear the echo’s haunt her
Throughout the Himalaya's range
I can still see the merry blue waters
And a very vivid picture of my pain
And I sigh
Oh’ Isabella do you hear me
Praying in the land of snows
Oh’ Cara bella can you see me
She's come now to carry me home
© Copyright
K.C.Leake
6th November 2014
All Rights Reserved
COLUMBUS
Signore Christopher Columbus came up with a wacky notion.
He claimed he could reach India by crossing the Atlantic Ocean!
"Just think of all them spices and gold! We ain't got nothin' to lose!"
Queen Isabella thought him nuts but reluctantly funded the cruise.
LT COLONEL CUSTER
Arrogant Custer thought he was the greatest thing since the invention of dynamite!
He took on Sitting Bull who outnumbered him two to one which wasn't very bright.
He led the Seventh Cavalry to disaster ne'er to answer another morning roll call!
'Yellow Hair' proved that old Biblical admonition, "Pride goeth before the fall!"
MOSES
Moses led the Israelites up out of Egypt through the desert to the Promised Land.
He hesitated but God roared, "You the man, Mo!" placing a magic staff in his hand!
So Moses with resolute stride led the Israelites to the land of milk and honey,
Muttering to himself, "Damned if I'll ever do this again for any amount of money!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Woman in Chains
Inner child blinks back tears through the cheval glass
At a bruised reflection staring back,
Battered by the hand of perfection,
Wearing chains in glimmering pearls deception,
Beauty and the beast - beauty now turned beast -
Though in the grip of vogue,
Restrained designs fettering creativity,
Beneath the veneer of outlandish style,
Wears hand-me-downs;
Wounded dove, kissed with a rose from the mist
Gasping on the runway of perfection
Beneath the blazing sun of cutting tongues
Behind made up faces,
Disappears into a chalice -fiery crucible -
Of coveted, borrowed, chains –
A dark kaleidoscope of shifting shapes and sizes -
Of stolen sublime – esteem devoured – ravished -
In runway parades of opaque flawless delusion
Skin hanging from a bony dress frame
Of starving wings scarred by black veils of distortion
With the salt of conformity heaped onto tender wounds
Searing tender flesh reaching out
In manacles for models of the meticulous
Bound up in chains of unforgiven imperfection
Forged in expectation’s subtle abusing links
With parables of precise precision
Handmaid designed by faultless perfection unseen the in the reflection
Till, clothed in a sheath of a new creation,
Slips out of leg shackles, greased by grace,
The inner child in somersaults soars on wings re-stored.
About 30 million people suffer from Anorexia Nervosa – both women and men. It can be a fatal disease effecting heart, kidney and liver functions. It is most prevalent in teenagers and young women. Anorexia took the life of singer Karen Carpenter, ballerina Heidi Guenther and model Isabella Caro. Princess Diana suffered from Anorexia. The recovery rate is very low – about 20%. This is definitely the story of Beauty and the Beast.
8-26-20
Contest: Woman in chains
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If you had a baby
And you live in New York City,
Likely he’d be Jayden,
Which would really be a pity.
Eight hundred other newborns
All were given that same name.
Originality might not be
Jayden’s claim to fame.
For New York City baby girls,
The top choice on the list
Was Isabella, now that Ashley’s
Somehow been dismissed.
When parents agonize to pick
A name they find unique,
It really has to put a crimp
In part of that mystique
When, on the playground, they call
Isabella! or shout Jayden!
And fifty little toddlers
All come saucily paradin’.
I guess those parents might have gone
With Enoch, Oona, Veer;
Those monikers were at the bottom
Of the list last year.
To brand-new parents, though, whose babies’
Lives have just begun,
Their Jayden or their Isabella
Is the only one.
Columbus was not the slightest bit offended
At King Ferdinand's dismissive sound
When he declared the world was round,
His was not a plan that very many comprehended.
Though the queen, Isabella, thought Chris a fine fella,
Her spouse wanted nor hair nor hide of it.
"The horizon", he snarled, "marks the edge of the world."
But Capt. C. was convinced that the horizon was not the edge of the world and that India was somewhere on the other side of it.
"Well, the subject is moot, Spain is broke, we've no loot.
Coffers practically bare, no dinero to spare,
Such a venture is out of the question.
Why not Egypt, or Malta, or Crete, or Gibraltar,
Or something cheaper that we can invest in?"
As Chris started to go, Isabella cried, "Whoa!
Let's dispense with pecunious tomfoolery.
Though we've no ready cash for a project so brash,
I could hock some, or all, of my joolery."
So three ships were anointed, and westward they pointed,
And the horizon they bravely set sail for it.
But the monarchs soon bailed when Chris' treasure search failed,
And to Spain he returned, but no honors he earned.
Instead, he was stripped of command and put in jail for it.
Later, of course, his accomplishment was plain,
And a whole New World was laid open for Spain.
No, Columbus wasn't looking for America when he "found" it,
He just couldn't seem to navigate three caravels around it.
For Columbus Day
October 10, 2022
Isabella- such rare beauty of Spain,
accept this fragrant rose from my hand;
I'm a noble by birth, but a humble man:
Ferdinand can give you love without end!
Isabella, even the obssessed Alfonso, King of Portugal,
would ask you in marriage disguising himself as a jester
and on that wooden throne he would marry you in Fall;
stay faithful to me, we accidently met at the Patum Fair!
Kings constantly seek power and a strong wife that is charming
and who can give them children, honor and fidelity;
has such a king ever approached you: bowing down, begging
to marry him and be part of his life and destiny?
No, Isabella- riches don't always promise happiness,
look for someone who has love that will gratify...
and before you make that vow with absoluteness:
look at me and admit there's nothing to justify!
Written on 9/9/2017
school outing …
prep school day trip -
the Isabella Gardner Museum, Boston …
I round a corner inside,
a sunny courtyard to my left
ahead, an exquisite scalloped arch
sculpted columns on each end
and beyond, softly lit ...
- I gasp, air sucked from my lungs
in the literal sense
my hand clutches my chest,
knees wobbling ...
noticing, someone asks if I'm okay
"physically, yes ... thank you"
(when my breath finally returns)
blown as a mind can be, I'm transfixed
minutes pass, then hours ...
tranquil water, am I -
no ripples, no vacillations
no concern of what’s taking place around me
an entire multi-floor museum -
exceeding artistic genius on every wall
yet the bulk of my day is spent ... right there
entirely and utterly spellbound …
light, dance, music
romance, color, shadow, laughter -
every motion and emotion, churning
I can hear the guitars, the clack of her shoes
feel the heat of el club nocturna, pressing
mind spinning with the feigned haze of absinthe
the waft of cigar smoke and perfume
words stir deep inside me
wound in phrases I can not speak
phrases and fires unknown and unspoken …
and unquenched …
I am but a child -
in the presence of The Divine
frozen to my marrow by the bloom of
resplendent brilliance
my soul, a chaotic milieu of terrifying beauty
and all I can manage,
all I can do ...
is breathe.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Creativity In Visual Arts" Poetry Contest, Line Gauthier, Judge & Sponsor.
* This happened when I was fourteen ... art became very real to me that day, as did the phrase "divine Inspiration", thanks to the painting above, by John Singer Sargent. If you've ever seen it in person, (or SO many others!), you know whereof I speak. (Above image is slightly compressed). *
I have a sassy little Chihuahua,
she can be a nut
and sometimes she misbehaves
and I spank her little butt.
Sometimes she's such a "Diva"
and thinks she is the "Queen"
and she can be so prissy
if you know what I mean.
I love her like she's my own,
and that might just sound strange
but no matter what I do
she never does complain.
She loves me without hesitance,
and protects me at all cost
she's got the "Napoleon" complex
and without her, I'd be lost.
We got her a little friend,
and she's a stinker too
and another little priss
which is nothing new.
They really do act like our kids,
and we already have three sons
I guess it just adds to the mix
when the day is done.
So with that being said,
it's not so hard to see
though she is just "Isabella"
she'll always be, my little IzzyB.
5/23/14-Jessica Thompson
Annabelle Albatross’s amazing aquatics astound audiences at Atlantic airshows.
Bill Beaver’s barrel-rolling barely bumps bobbing buoys.
Crustaceans crowd cramped coves. Charlie Crab cowers, camouflaged creatively.
Dennis Dolphin dives deeply dragging down desirable delicacies.
Elegant electric eels electrify everything. Edgar Eel eats extensively.
Fancy Fanny Flounder flaunts fluorescent fins.
Gigantic gems glisten, giving George Guppy giggles.
Henrietta Hippo holds hands harmoniously hugging Henry Hippo.
Isabella Ibis is inching inland. Infant Iris Ibex idles indoors.
Jeremiah Jellyfish jests joyfully. Juvenile jellyfish join Jeremiah.
Kibitzing Kingfishers keep kids kicking. Katy Kingfisher knits knickerbockers.
Luminescent ladybugs land lightly. Light-hearted, lily-white lizards lounge leisurely.
Many manatee move marvelously, making mini musical masterpieces.
Noone notices ninety needlefish nestled neatly near nets.
Oscar Octopus ogles Ophelia Octopus openly. Ophelia observes Oscar’s oddities.
Pretty Penny Platypus playfully poses.
Quirky Quincy Quail quickly quits quacking.
Racy Rhonda Rattlesnake ran races ‘round round racetracks.
Sassy Sammy Salamander snoozed silently, snorting sand.
Tarsiers traverse terribly tall trees trying to track tiny termites.
Unique umbrellabirds update unclear unicorns under umbrellas.
Voiceless vultures vacate very vivid vegetation.
Wally weasel watches walrus’s wade, wisely waiting.
Xena x-rayed Xyli Xenops.
Young Yuri Yak yelled “Yuck! Yogurt!”
Zombie zebras zip-lined, zealous zookeepers zig-zagged.
Started July, 1996
Finished Feb, 2018