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I went to the dance, all alone and shy
I sat in the corner, I have no idea why
They all seemed to be laughing and high
Dancing and having good times
As I sat in the corner, singing like a mime
I saw her over by the exit door
Tears in her eyes, sadness for sure
I saw in her heart
The loneliness that was mine
I understood at once, this was my time
To be a gentleman and do what’s right
So I took her slowly into my arms
I said so softly
Put your head on my shoulders
I held her in silence
As she drained all her tears
Then the song ended and I let her go
She smiles so sweetly and said thank-you dear Joe
Leaving me here, to dance alone
I have to confess it felt very nice
To consol a sweet gal
Even she left me with no vice
Giving it seems, is its own reward
Even for the lonely, my happiness restored
Bonus Stanza 1
Thirty years later, as I arrive home
I kiss my love on her enticing lips
Her blonde hair waves with her lovely hips
I love her still, like long ago
When I said so softly
Put your head on my shoulder
Bonus Stanza 2
A place to cry
Put your head on my shoulder
It doesn’t matter why
Only angels need to know
That you are special
This is simply so
Notes
This idea came to me reading one of Dave Woods poems, listening to Paul Anka and a poem called “A place to cry” by Kathryn Ramirez. Three completely unrelated events into one poem. The BlueRay version has more Bonus Stanza’s and is available for the low price of 99.99 per copy, Oh and also this is just a poem, there is no love for this dark poet
There is a tension of expectation in the air
I adjust my skirt and straighten my hair
Will the other poets be let down when meeting me
I wonder how true my impressions of them will be
In one corner the rhyming poets have gathered
And arranged themselves in alphabetical order.
The nature poets stand near a faux waterfall
Where ferns and orchids adorn a rock wall.
The rollicking laughter exposes the comics
As opposed to the quieter, even, iambics.
Then right in the center a crowd so familiar
Across the room their identities - clearer
A face for the names I have learned over time
At last we are meeting, our lives to align
Andrea,Connie and Kathryn from PFT
Gals that have always encouraged me
Anna-Lise, Line, Debbie and Eve
Constance, Carol, Monteray and Shadow.
Their poems reflect where their hearts are at
If your name isn't here it is etched in my heart.
Then the guys appear- such good looking gents
Who always take time for careful comments.
Paul, Richard, Laurie, Tom, Vijay and Teppo.
Who I'm blessed to befriend
All talented poets whose work I commend.
As we mingle with others we haven't met yet.
There's Drake arranging an open- mike set
Carrie,Kim, Seren, Debbie - Sara,and Joyce
Finally now I'll be hearing their voices.
Brian, Dr Ram, Devnath, Tom, Pandita and others
The numbers of names seems too numerous to cover.
Some with only a fleeting encounter
Craig, Catie, Chris A and Ruben O
It's mostly through blogs their characters show.
Suddenly morning blooms on the hill
I awake from the dream with the sun on my sill
Perhaps it will never come to pass
Meeting the Soupers in one place enmasse.
STRAND SELECT X,any form,any theme
Contest Judged: 2/22/2020
First Place
Only I Decide My Fate
By Kathryn Collins and Terry O'Leary
At times when I am dark and deep
joy but flickering dim,
I upon the portal keep
stilled like phantom limb.
Braced by winter's welkin wind,
distant clouds unfold,
where once the roar of laughter dinned
I taste the burning cold.
Stood in life's predicament
immobile on the sill,
I wait for grand encouragement,
to warm this awful chill.
Stranded in the winter bleak,
with breezes bitter blown
slicing like the sleet oblique
I find myself alone
If frozen at the brink I stand,
persist in stagnant stall,
my feet will melt to silken sand.
gone my soul, my all.
Thanks to Kathy for her support and inspiration
Certain directors, expecting to see
Their names on the nominee slate,
Might have been shocked, as the rest of us were,
‘Cause omissions are cause for debate.
Kathryn and Quentin and Argo’s guy, Ben,
Were snubbed or forgotten or worse;
Rumors were floating with people to blame
And reasons both strange and perverse.
Though all of their films got a “Best Picture” nod,
Perhaps all the voters believe
Directors don’t really contribute that much
Or at least less than those three perceive.
I know I’d feel slighted if it had been me,
But grousing out loud’s not allowed;
Still, to Quentin and Kathryn and Ben, I must say
I saw all of your films and was wowed!
Kate Mulgrew played Captain Kathryn Janeway.
Robert Beltran played her first officer, Commander Chakotay.
Tim Russ played the role of Lieutenant Commander Tuvok,
the show's Vulcan equivalent to Star Trek's Mr Spock.
Robert Duncan McNeill played Lieutenant Tom Paris ,
the starship crew's most expert pilot.
Garrett Wang played Ensign Harry Kim,
Kim was Lieutenant Tom Paris's best friend.
B'Elanna Torres was played by Roxann Dawson
the crew member's half Klingon half Human.
The endearing Talaxian specie known as Neelix,
was played by the actor Ethan Phillips.
Robert Picardo played the ship's medical emergency holographic doctor.
Jennifer Lien played Kes, a specie known as the Ocampa,
and last but not least my personal favorite character of mine,
the amazon, buxom blonde Borg known as Seven of Nine,
played most cerebrally and seductively by actress Jeri Ryan.
In my opinion it's the best Star Trek series adventure.
It ran for seven seasons; Star Trek's Voyager.
“It seems at some point you’d run out of awful.”
—Kathryn Stockett, The Help
Blue in Spring
I hear the birds, do you?
Or are they unseen to your ears,
as to my eyes? The sun is shining,
though I don’t see its glowing orb.
The trees are budding, buddying up,
growing closer as their fingertips touch.
The seeds clawing their way
through Spring soil, proud with hues
of yellow, orange, red and blue.
Blue in Spring, springboard
of life’s enemies, looking for a kill
in looks, jeers, smackdowns,
any ills; ruination of imperfection;
the stinger looking for an opening.
No forgiveness; yet God blesses us
with soft rain, comforting sunflowers,
shade from a grandfather oak; and
weeping willows that we might hang
on the turning tendrils, cling to
a childhood dream of happily ever after.
Our glee and laughter arrive in His realm;
God is delighted to receive our gratitude.