Long Lady Poems
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I OPENED A DOOR TO A TIME BEFORE,
WITH DELUSION, MYSTERY AND SO MUCH MORE.
THE SUN WASN'T SHINING BUT THERE WAS PLENTY OF LIGHT.
I FELT TRAPPED IN A WORLD BETWEEN DAYTIME AND NIGHT.
THE STREET LIGHTS HAD CANDLES, NONE OF THEM LIT.
THAT THREW ME OFF, FOR A MOMENT A BIT.
COBBLESTONE STREETS AND BUILDINGS OF BRICK.
A STENCH IN THE AIR THAT WAS MAKING ME SICK.
I LISTENED REAL CLOSE I HEARD SOMEONE WEEPING.
IT SOUND LIKE THEY SAID IT'S THE SECRETS I'M KEEPING.
I LOOKED UP THE STREET SAW PEOPLE WALKING ALONG.
I RAN TO THAT SPOT AND FELT SOMETHING WAS WRONG.
I STOOD IN THAT SPOT WITH MY BACK TO AND ALLY.
I HEARD A GIRLS VOICE SAY MY NAME IS SALLY.
I TURNED AROUND AND WITNESSED A FLASH.
I LOOKED TO THE GROUND AND SAW A PILE OF ASH.
I HEARD PEOPLE LAUGHING, IN BACK, TO MY RIGHT.
I SPUN AROUND QUICKLY, THERE WAS NO ONE IN SIGHT.
I STROLLED DOWN THE STREET AND THOUGHT QUAINT LITTLE TOWN.
WHAT REALLY SEEMED STRANGE, THERE WAS NO ONE AROUND.
I STROLLED THROUGH THE PARK TO TAKE IN THE SIGHTS.
I SAW A LOVELY YOUNG LADY, WHO'S SMILE WAS BRIGHT.
I JUST HAD TO ASK, DO YOU REALLY EXIST?
WITH A WINK AND A NOD SHE GAVE A SLAP ON MY WRIST.
COMPLETELY SURPRISED, THIS MADE ME GASP.
SHE SAID MY NAME IS TAZZIE AND I LIVE IN THE PAST.
I SAID MY NAME IS PEPPERMAN. SHE SAID I KNOW WHO YOU ARE.
YOU WALKED THROUGH THE PORTAL FROM A WORLD NOT FAR.
I WAS REALLY QUITE STARTLED. DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY.
SHE TOOK HOLD OF MY HAND AND SAID PLEASE WALK THIS WAY.
THE SUN SEEMED TO SHINE WITH A WARM GENTLE BREEZE.
THE FEELING OF EMPTINESS DISSIPATED WITH EASE.
THE FRAGRANCE OF LILAC BOMBARDED THE AIR.
COLORFUL FLOWERS WERE EVERY-WHERE
FROM THAT POINT ON, THE PLACE CAME TO LIFE.
I FELT MY MEMORY WAS SHARP AS A KNIFE.
ICE CREAM VENDOR AND CHILDREN AT PLAY.
THIS ALL TOOK PLACE ONE YESTERDAY.
Last night, while I was weary, an Angel came to me.
He was sent to be my guide — a trip he was asked to oversee.
The Angel had a calmness as he gently took my hand,
He told me not to be afraid — a journey for me he had planned.
The Angel spread his giant wings and wrapped me in embrace,
And what seemed like just the blink of an eye, we were transposed to another place.
We stood within a garden, soft grass beneath my bare feet,
A cool breeze caressed my body, easing me from gentle heat.
No words could describe the beauty — a paradise beyond compare,
A masterpiece so carefully made, for a select few to share.
In the distance, I heard a lady singing softly to children near,
They sat in circles, hand in hand, their laughter pure and clear.
Her voice — it sounded familiar, as I slowly drew more near,
The song was one from childhood, a memory I hold so dear.
I didn’t feel out of place as I joined them for a while,
I felt the joy in every note — I couldn’t help but smile.
The Angel spoke once more, this time calling me by name,
He said I had been brought here, and the reason he explained:
“At times, some souls are called here, though only for a day,
When hope feels lost, and hearts grow tired, and light seems far away.
When life on earth feels heavy, too hard for one to bear,
They’re brought here by an Angel — to remember love's still there.
For you, my child, were brought here, because you needed to see,
How precious you are to the father — A blessing from him to thee.
Taking a walk with my horse
along this road which is the pathway
trying to look ahead to no avail
wondering will this be my day
Gazing up on high seeing the treetops
makes me think there's no limit
imaging what my possibilities can be
trying to keep faith every minute
My horse stepped always ahead
leading me in its every step
as if she knew exactly what to do
her looks showed 'your book I've read'
The flowers so pretty at the edge
makes up for the trees looking so bare
the woodland being our guard of honour
feel so special for a sight so rare
Being led by my horse
what an awesome treat
a graceful beast indeed
privileged indeed us to meet
( I have written this pondering a painting called 'The Walk', where the horse leads its lady owner through a pathway with woodland and flowers on each side of the path.)
I heard it on the news today
All my dreams have been blown away
I’m sitting here now in my bra and knickers
With a bottle of gin and family pack of Snickers
Oh no it’s such a sad depressing day
George Clooney’s getting wed today
Oh those eyes so dark brown and sultry
And with his hair turning grey mmmmmmmmmmmmm
Guess lots of ladies are in mourning
They missed their chance now reality is dawning…
All across the land ladies are wishing
It was with him that they were kissing
Now if only I was ten years younger - twenty is nearer the mark
If I plaster myself in make up and went somewhere that’s dark
If only I was tall and slim
I could have had a chance with him
So guys if its chocolate your lady is craving
Buy her the biggest box it will stop her raving
Make sure you give her lots of attention
And George Clooney’s name you must NEVER mention
Jan Allison
27th September 2014
A few years ago, I was privileged to attend a birthday party for a centenarian.
During the ceremony, there was a procession, and each of us greeted the honoree. When I greeted her, it did not appear that she recognized me, but I was ok with that, because I had met her many years prior. I was simply honored to be in her presence.
About a year ago, I visited a lady in the nursing home who was 104 at the time. She has since passed on, but I felt something special about meeting her.
I have always had a special connection in my heart toward older people,
and being acquainted with a centenarian does something special for me.
I sense that God shares such ones with us for his own loving purpose, and
if I can consume something from them, I am blessed and the better for it.
Another centenarian that I have known most of my life turned 100 this year.
It has been 50 years or more since I last saw her, but I remember her well
as I was growing up in the community less than ten miles from her. Her husband was a kind and hard working gentleman, and they had lots of children as did my parents. I saw her on occasions when she visited my mother, and I was very observant of her active community and school involvement. I noted that she was dedicated and active in matters pertaining to the betterment of people. As I look back over the years, I now see her as a gentle giant and a lady of peace so fitting of the name she bares.
It's just past 4 AM as I write this, and I'm writing because after awakening for a bathroom visit, I could not return to sleep. Such as endearing lady, a countenance most beautiful and gentle. Having known Mrs. Peace since childhood, I feel honored that such a one aided in my sleeplessness and
took charge of my memory this early Wednesday morning. I am inspired by her life and enriched by her longevity.
120220PS
Sweet Felicia wore a frown, as the distant thunder grew
Raindrops fell and nearly drowned, the beetles running two by two
We ran in tandem through the night, seeking shelter from the storm
In the distance shone a light, and in peril hope was born
A simple cabin through the fog appeared, as if a vision in a dream
We slowly walked, and as we neared, it was beyond a shallow stream
And now to wade in this cold wind, took all our courage and our grit
And as we rapped upon the door, the darkened window became lit
As the door swung open slowly, a bearded elder did appear
"Who is it, who wants to enter?" I spoke but stuttered as he came near
“We’re seeking shelter from the storm, as we lost our way back home
Our nerves are tattered, our wills are worn, this tempest chilled us to the bone”
The blind man begged us “come inside”, arm in arm we slowly entered
Felicia clinging to my side, the blind man asked us where we ventured
As I began to speak, a darkened figure did appear
My hands did shake, my knees grew weak, Felicia screamed as he came near
“What frightens so your lady friend?”, I cried “man don’t you know what you have here?”
“It’s just a visitor” the fool replied, and said we should no be in fear
Felicia hid behind my back, as this large creature held out his hand
I slowly held mine out as well, and we shook slowly where I stand
I realized what I just saw, was something spoken of in tales of lore
Yes it was Bigfoot standing here in front of me, I thought of heading for the door
The blind man said we all should sit, wait out the storm, wait ‘till daylight
So we all sat and had some wine, the blind man’s hand produced a pipe
Where did he get this wondrous herb?, that made my smile light up so bright
Before the clock struck once again, Felicia went out like a light
And as my body now grew numb, I tried to rise to no avail
And flying high now as a kite, tomorrow I must not tell this tale
To those who wonder where we were, on yesterdays long journey
We both agreed that we should say, we went to see a friend named Bernie
It's cold and damp outside tonight.
A cold rain drizzles down,
And now it's just the four of us,
Walk darkened streets through town.
I miss the others very much,
Especially when we walk,
Their memory so vivid,
As we commune and talk.
I still can see their faces,
Still see them standing there,
Waiting oh so patiently,
To take the evening air.
Tiara was so quiet,
So gentle, sweet and good,
Obedient to the very end,
As by my side she stood.
Tasha was my princess,
A lady through and through,
A delicate aristocrat,
She was my baby too.
Petey Dog was handsome,
So merry, full of love,
And all he asked was "Love me back",
He'll always be beloved.
I will always miss them,
For they were family.
Their love and loyalty to me,
Is an anomaly;
For God gave us the animals,
To teach us loyalty,
For seems to me most men are born,
Without this faculty.
The heart of human beings,
Is selfish, cruel, unkind,
Seldom showing mercy,
As though we were born blind.
Animals are loyal,
Self-sacrificing too,
In humans that much dignity,
Is found in but a few;
So when I look to find a friend,
He'll likely have a tail,
For when I need a friend the most,
I know he will not fail.
I tickled funny bones of five Souper men
So I gave thought to trying it once again
In the order they replied
My sarcasm was applied
As I gently heckled them with ink and pen
First, Tom Cunningham, who "liked my collection"
To femme limericks he had no objection
But now it's his turn
Tom, forgive the burn
I heard you're headed for a house of correction
Jerry T Curtis said to "keep them coming"
But I think that lately he's been slumming
He's all aflutter
And starts to stutter
When his lady friend starts his heart strumming
Then there was the poet of romance, Tim Smith
His sweet words of seduction are not a myth
I know it to be truth
Don't ask me. It's uncouth
I don't kiss and tell so I'm pleading the fifth
John Gondolf said my limericks made him "chuckle"
His comments are always filled with honeysuckle
But if he wants a date
I'll have to castigate
I have a black belt in the use of my knuckles
"I needed smiles and giggles," said Greg Barden
His poems are flowers blooming in a garden
But some words are couture
Fertilized with manure
Now I guess I'll have to beg for Greg's pardon
Gentlemen, I ask forgiveness for this spoof
My humorous parodies should be the proof
That I like all of you
And don't mind if ya do
Get even in your own limericks of reproof
In his derby hat and his three piece tweed suit so exquisitely sublime.
Grandpa Rory entered the men’s club on Sixteenth and fine.
A lady would have swooned if she had been there as an attendant.
He had an air about him that made women less than independent.
The hat check boy offered to take this distinguished tiger’s hat.
He said “no thank you, son,” giving his derby a gentle tap.
He was the kind of guy who would take attention from a groom.
Other men stopped talking to watch this tiger enter their lunch room.
He did not speak at all, but his flair and ambiance was well understood.
He entered stealthily, as a king of mafia kings and wise guys should.
Some hastily left, getting their check and heading toward the door.
Listening as they left for Grandpa Rory’s well heard of emphatic roar.
Grandpa approached the table of two having a bit of a drink.
He asked if he could sit, giving the young cub a gentle kindly wink.
The older gentleman looked startled, and was I am quite sure.
For this was Ruffian T. Rory, a man with reputation pure.
So I hear you are hiring my grandson, he said to the middle aged man.
The man began to whimper, took out his handkerchief, and fan.
What are the terms? The conditions? The money? Grandpa Rory said.
The man promptly fell on the floor with a heart attack, thoroughly dead.
Grandpa! Rory said. That is the sixteenth interview you have blown.
Can you just stay away next time? Can you please just stay at home?
Grandpa Rory said to him, “My grandson, the job offer is still there.”
So Little Rory went to work for Grandpa, providing heirs within the lair.
Despite her very boring job
the sea witch still often arose
to swim upward to see the sun;
And every day, all day long
she would simply stay there
basking quietly in the sunlight;
Her crown of gold always glowed
as her eight midnight tentacles
splashed the sea just for fun;
Time always lingered but passed on
and yet the sea witch still enjoyed
the silent peace in the land above;
With the humans gone she felt free
until she saw the sight of a lady
in purple with a bright pink tail.
A green head of luscious hair appeared
as her long lost friend met her gaze
in these desolately calm night skies;
For a moment she paused before she said,
"I know you and I intend to bring you
the moon's light, for you are worthy."
She then held out the shining crescent
smiling up brightly while gulls sang
and didn't waver upon seeing the crown;
The ocean king's gold trident faced her
and that's when she realized her heart
had a question that needed an answer.
"Your song is what summoned me to you,
but will you ever come back home again
to share the music with the rest of us?"
The sea witch looked down at her trident
with a sagely smile while pointing it
towards the held out moon before replying,
"For many years I longed to feel like Ariel
so why rejoin the depths when this earth
has always offered me genuine refuge?"
Then she reached out to touch the moon
while the mermaid looked at her pensively,
not realizing that she'd just been blessed.
Note: The sea witch is based on an original character I created for a video game playthrough. You can see the accompanying art for this poem on my Tumblr.