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March Winds
Stooping their backs while grasping their hats,
The gentleman and lady friend push back
The wind, attempting to gain progression
On the sidewalk to their destination.
One leg ahead, followed by the other
Stepping forward in an aggressive manner,
They make tracks, but the draft is intently
Sweeping, brutally blistering, and chilling.
This is not the juncture to be out there, I conjecture
While staring out the window, observing the weather
And the motions and energies exerted by the couple
Entering the establishment where I wait on tables.
Raw oysters with cucumber mignonette sauce
(Recommended by many for manly performance)
Complement steamed Asian greens and oyster mushrooms,
With a slightly chilled Chablis to rid the gloom.
In-between seasons of winter and summer,
When the snow melts by the sun and wind’s vigour,
Giving way to raw dynamics and our encounter.
March winds—I was never too fond of the changeover,
Except on the latter in April’s joy filled days,
When spring becomes wonderful to the pupil
And I smell the sporting grass and see trees sprouting leaves
And flowers unfolding their petals in the warm breeze.
Whereupon the bough birds chirp endlessly
And bees fattening on blooms hum melodiously,
And people, carefree, are zestfully happy,
As when entering a garden of felicity.
Discreetly, I recompose myself not to let my emotions display
And leave the miss and her beau to enjoy their entrée plate,
Who softly giggle to each other with innocent grins
Of fortitude when out there braving March winds.
Death took you like a sneak thief
Just before Autumn gold appeared
The time of year your soul revered
Proving that life is all too brief
The loss too vivid to comprehend
My beautiful gracious lady friend
O magic of a single Autumn leaf
The beauty of your soul in heaven rests
Away from strife and life’s tempests
It isn’t enough to quell my grief
But your memory lives in my heart
Especially in Autumn’s works of art
Death took you like a sneak thief
Proving that life is all too brief
O magic of a single Autumn leaf
It isn’t enough to quell my grief
Dedicated to Connie Marcum Wong
A beautiful friend and Mentor who I will always miss.
Written in the Constanza poetry form.
Constanza, a poetry Form created by our very own Connie Marcum Wong, consists of five or more 3-line stanzas. Each line has a set meter of eight syllables. The first lines of all the stanzas can be read successively as an independent poem, with the rest of the poem weaved in to express a deeper meaning. The first lines convey a theme written in monorhyme, while the second and third lines of each stanza rhyme together. All the first lines are added as a monorhyme at the end.
Rhyme scheme: a/b/b, a/c/c, a/d/d, a/e/e, a/f/f, aaaaa. 5 TRIPLETS, (15 LINES), FOLOWED BY A 5 LINE MONORHYME. SEE EXAMPLE BELOW.
Night Channels
It was a Friday on The Hill
a place where I could forget
classes and even classmates.
darkness possessed
I drank and played table games
Talked with a mechanic
And a lady friend. I dated her once.
music played
Bells of pinball machines rang
and conversations filled the room
to the touch of whiskey and gin.
new life found
A man in a Civil War uniform
danced in the middle of the street
while others walked bar-to-bar.
in conversation
A second self I embraced
my texts closed for a moment
while I learned the art of living.
celebration
When I sat in my car
the radio played a call-in show
of a rock station in Chicago.
city lights like stars
Advancing years had bought unsteady feet
the top step of the coach was one too far
with hand outstretched I reached up from my seat
she grasped it, other hand held on the bar.
A breathless 'thank you' then smiling, remarked
'A long time since a man has held my hand',
her eyes lit with a reminiscent spark
that only those who've lost would understand.
She giggled like an adolescent teen,
had ribald banter with her lady friend
the years rolled back to when she would have been
in wedded bliss, no broken heart to mend.
A gesture that at first did not seem much
but happiness is found in just a touch
The sweet voice of the announcer
Echoed through the airport.
Ladies and Gentlemen
Gate 4 Malta Paris is now open.
Take your hand luggage
And have your tickets ready.
*
He picked up his briefcase,
Looked at his lady friend,
Her eyes were swollen with tears.
He dared not kiss her goodbye.
Will you be back, she stammered.
No, it is better this way. For I
Have loved you on and off.
You don’t deserve a man like me.
You need a steadfast person,
Someone who will care for you
In a very proper way.
You will be loved and have a family,
A kind person who deserves you.
I am not that kind of person.
Don’t think I shall not miss you.
I’ll wander around the periphery
Of Rue de Jardin, always alone
No woman will take your place.
Silence will be my companion.
I deserve no better. So my sweet,
I bid you farewell. And wipe away
The small tear in my eye.
*
Then he gave her a thin envelope.
It was her one-way ticket for Paris.
Would she go?
Lovable Henry was a dapper, pompous hedgehog
His flaming style was ritzy, he put on the dog.
We thought it amusing he wore a silky top hat.
He was afraid of nothing but a prissy stuck up cat.
Henry had a lady friend, she was so loud, obscene.
The two of them together had much fun being seen.
She wore a bustle, a bonnet, and prissy pantaloons.
He wore the most outrageous suits, with bright yellow moons.
They went on their dates in the vegetable garden out back.
He would pack a picnic, taken in a crinkled paper sack.
Henry the Hedgehog and His lady friend we called Honey.
We thought she was in it for his body, not his money.
The cat would watch them both, rolling his yellow evil eyes.
Watch them laughing idiotically under the blue skies.
Then he would chase poor Henry, our little tiny pet
Back into the house. Luckily, he has not caught him yet!
House to house
A passing, admiring scent
Hold me...we'll pass
House to house
You are still apart of me
Hold your horses
Fight the tears
Wipe them away until everything
Clears
House to house
Passing by torment
Do you know the hint?
When time runs out
I wait till some sun
Peaks in this forbidden forest
Tormented by breaking summers
Drenched...on no one's side
Just stay near...beside...abide
We'll stay house to house
Excited by curiosity
There will be a house for us
At last
A key to joy
Let us go...explore this terrain
We'll have a roof
To push aside the rain
To clear our years away
We are definitely here to stay
House to house
Torment to joy
We are invited
To stay here forever
At last
Without no guilt
There is no way
That I'm moving
No more
This desire
Ruins me to the core
I'm sure
At last
With my lady friend
And began to tend
Our wanted life
Without
Passing
House to house
Dealing with passing
To and fro by searching
House to house
At last!
A faceless man is standing in produce.
He’s crying. No one stops.
No one asks him why.
He says the sky is falling
He says it again and again.
He grabs a passerby’s arm
and tell them it’s falling.
The passerby drops
a head of lettuce onto the floor.
A woman in tattered jeans
says the cost of meat has gone up.
A young mother
with a baby in the basket
wheels a cart of formula
and wonders how anyone
can afford to live
while outside a boy in high school
races an empty shopping cart
through the parking lot.
A woman with stringy, long hair
standing near the entrance
plays guitar
and the case is open
for dollar bills and quarters.
A weary clerk brings
in a line of carts
and says the task never ends.
The woman says life’s a show—
Bring in the clowns, she sings.
Displays of Doritos lined
up by the entrance
say buy more—
one bag is never enough.
The clerk stands near the front
and keeps his hands in his pockets
as he watches a wave of humanity
walks in and out the entrance.
The manager looks at him.
Smile, she says.
One month after his lady friend
transferred to another store
he is standing alone
in a crowd.
A lady friend of mine inadvertently substituted
the letter 'v' occasionally for the correct spelling,
suddenly the word 'nape' became 'vape' which at least
I found less predictable and stopped people getting 'neck.'
'Vow are you today?' she might ask, I would say, 'Vine!'
I remember the gendarme from 'Allo, Allo,
who would say: 'Gude moaning,' along with others,
together, it would probably have been, 'a bravo new vorld.'
Pop songs were a riot - 'Bridge Over Vubbled Waters,'
'It Must Have Been Vove' and 'Vinner Takes It All;'
some almost sounded right - Simon's, The Sounds Of Vilence,'
have you heard the latest - Whitney, The Vatest Love Of All.'
Bonnie Tyler was the classic, case of double-take,
in fact, she would say it was: 'A Total Eclipse Of The Vart.'
THE COMBINATION OF THE
SERIES OF MANEUVERS ARE CONCERNED
THE STEPS BEFORE DEFEAT
GUFLAND SCORN ( KARATE THRUST)
INTO A LA MISEREEL ( SHORT ARM CLOTHESLINE)
FOLLOWED BY " THE DELGRIN'S SPIKE"
( PILEDRIVER)
CAN MAKE MOST OPPONENTS FALL TO DEFEAT.
IT'S HAS MADE HIM CHAMPION ELSEWHERE
THIS CROWD GATHERS TONIGHT TO SEE
IF IT CAN MAKE HIM CHAMPION HERE.
THE IRONY OF IT ALL
HE MAKES HIS RETURN TO THE VERY PLACE
HE STARTED HIS CAREER.
CAN TONIGHT BE THE NIGHT
WILL THE DILGRIN SPIKE MAKE HIM CHAMPION:
OR WILL HIS OPPONENTS "KEEN AND CUNNING MIND"
(SPINNING TOE HOLD)
HAVE HIM TO ONCE AGAIN DEFEND HIS CROWN.
TUNE IN TONIGHT
OR COME DOWN TO THE ARENA,
WE'RE LIVE!
HE BEGAN HIS CAREER AT THE AGE OF 20 YEARS OLD. THE STORY GOES, AT AGE NINETEEN HE BOUGHT HIS FEMALE FRIEND TO MEET HIS PARENTS, THE LADY FRIEND STAYED THE NIGHT
SO THE GUY COULD DO HIS CHORES IN THE MORNING. WHEN MORNING CAME HE AND HIS FRIEND WENT OUT TO THE FIELDS, TO DIG POTATOES: THE GUY WAS SO HEAD OVER HEELS IN LOVE HE WENT TO THE TOMATO GARDEN AND STARTED DIGGING THE TOMATOES, HIS DAD SAW THIS AND TOOK THE SHOVEL HANDLE ACROSS HIS BACK, WHEN THE HANDLE BROKE HIS DAD TOOK THE GUY TO THE SOUTH-CITY RASSLIN LEAGUE, THIS WAS THE START OF THIS GUY'S CAREER.( HE'S ACTUALLY THE THIRD SEAT OBOIST IN THE SOUTH-CITY ORCHESTRA HE WEARS THE MASK BECAUSE OF THE INCIDENT WITH HIS PAW!