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Jittery glittery tree
A mouse ran up the Christmas tree
Scaring the life from the fairy
Cat did too, with dog in pursuit
'Twas a fiasco and quite hairy.
Fairy's heart raced seeing the chase
The dog bit the cat on the bum
The tree lights flashed, the tree it crashed
And cat had the mouse in a scrum.
Poor fairy flew off, nerves were shot
It wasn't how a Christmas should be
She cared not a jot for this lot
Her intention was to seek peace.
The lady of the house rushed in
To find what was making the din
Kids lovin’ home movie herein
Were sent to bed with a warnin'
Mother had to clear up the mess
While dad took the cat to the vet
Mouse ran away from the affray
Mice who have laughed last, laugh best.
6th December 2020
"The more enlightened our houses are, the more their walls ooze ghosts."-
Italo Calvino
We moved into an inherited old house with a friendly ghost,
our house is an old Victorian built along the mid coast.
Our ghost is not threatening, scary, or causes any fears,
We believe she is the lady of the house and has been for years.
We first noticed her strong scent of lilacs filling the room,
while outside there were no lilacs or flowers in bloom.
We have awoken to smells of tea and freshly baked apple pie,
and often find her teacup on the counter left clean and dry.
She can be a prankster and will sometimes hide our house keys,
we frantically search and then suddenly find them with ease.
She also moves our clothes, pillows and takes our old shoes,
we are not sure why but think she’s keeping herself amused.
Our young grandson came over one weekend to stay overnight,
and told us he met the sweet lady in his room dressed in white.
That weekend he screamed as he fell over the banister railing,
panicked as we ran down expecting to find him hurt and wailing.
He was smiling as he sat perfectly upright in an empty plant pot,
and said the old lady caught him as he fell and put him in this spot.
We were relieved he was not hurt, did not have a scrape or a scratch,
and thanked our ghost lady of the house for her life saving catch!
2/23/23
Contest: Writing Challenge - G Words- Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
( checked with rhymezone)
* This is a fictional poem but based on an experience I had as a child. We lived in a haunted home. I was four years old and fell over the banister. My parents found me sitting upright in a plant pot, not injured. For years I have wondered if I was helped to safety by a ghost.
Deliberately inching its way toward break of day,
The morning sun begins to emblazon the barley field.
Relaxing and watching the orb find its way,
The lady of the house waits for night to yield.
Like every morning, she is seated there,
Enjoying the dew scented breeze on her veranda.
Feeling its coolness on her scalp while combing her hair,
And the warmth of the rising sun becoming grander.
Her mind wanders back to the city of her birth,
Just over the rise, beyond the barley field’s treasure,
Lies the city with the most famous name on earth,
Where, in her youth, she was a lady of pleasure.
To Rachab went all of Jericho’s possession,
By decree of God, for which Achan was stoned.
For this soldier could not control his obsession,
Though aware the city’s riches were God’s own.
With God’s grace, Rachab’s wisdom grew,
And she made the city’s outskirts her spread.
Her land into a field of grain did accrue,
A breadbasket from which hordes were fed.
Her hires were the finest laborers in the land
And were busy harvesting barley all spring.
She paid the very best wage to every man,
Cause her crop was the best early rains could bring.
The fields and glades, that gave her pasture form,
Seemed sensuous in every contour and rise.
At daybreak, contrasting tones were the norm,
Painted artfully by the brightening skies.
Mounds appeared convexly round breasts,
Lovingly sculpted over a span of human girth,
Whose beauty was able to put the heart to a test,
As the machinery of memory rotates the earth.
Babbling brooks flowed from shady nooks,
Giving refreshment to denizens of land and sky,
Producing a scene of green worthy of picture books,
That not one skilled artist would dare deny.
Gingerly she rose the doorway torch to quench,
Watching the shrinking darkness become shadows.
Rachab calmly returns to her veranda bench,
To observe butterflies dance above the meadows.
In her dreams, she envisions a more golden age,
When royalty would be attributed to her seed.
A zephyr flows over her mind turning the page,
But she still aspires the prospect of the throne to accede.
What a lovely story to behold just beginning to dawn,
Rising out yonder, just beyond the horizon of time.
How we yearn to see that age return, now long forgone,
So our hearts may once again be joyous and sublime.
It was a very long day
And a long way from home
Country back roads
Skies of chrome
Tiredness kicks in
I need to stop
A house up ahead
I'll stop and knock
The door opens
Pleasantries in greet
Invited inside
Tired and dead beat
The lady of the house
Offers a drink
A small wine i say
As she replies with a wink
We sit and talk
About our pasts
Sad stories
And past laughs
The evening draws
As i my head starts spinning
I feel elated
Is the evening beginning
Music is played
As i drink more wine
Energetic in dance
As i feel mighty fine
We end up dancing
Our hands in places
Lips touching
And not just faces
Slowly my clothes
Start to fall to the floor
My hands on flesh
I've never seen before
Her body so shaped
Even through hazy eyes
She takes my hand
To her glittering prize
Her hands mould
Around me so
My head like a carousel
In spinning mode
I seem to know what i am doing
But unable to stop
Like I'm on top of the world
And never to drop
The feeling of joy
Surrounds my brain
Elements of ecstasy
Like sparkling champagne
Naked and set
My body flows
In body arousal
Our nakedness shows
The kissing gets frantic
As we sigh and groan
On the floor we writhed
In sporadic moan
As i lie there
I recall the lights
My head in confusion
Now I'm out like a light
I'm awakened early
By a knock at the door
The lady of the house
In breakfast chore
I sit there eating
As my body aches
Scratches and marks
Was i in partake
I have no recollection
Of the evening that's past
I can recall driving up
And that's the last
I say my goodbye's
As i thank my host
She winks as i leave
Looking as white as a ghost
I get in my car
And i head of home
Stopping for gas
No more wandering roam
I speak to the attendant
About the house where i stayed
A lady so kind
How at home i was made
He turns to me
As if i had taken a turn
There's been no one there for years
His face showing concern
I stand in momentary shock
As he tells me the news
The marks on my body
And the bluest of bruise
All the way home
I try to recollect
About the previous night
My thoughts can't project
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When the girl fell from the branches above
She got up brushing the leaves from her hair.
The man said you must be the new lady of the house?
She replied: Yes! I came in on the night train
And I brought the storm with me.
That's quite the power if I do say so myself
And I must say you don't look much like a girl
With those boys' clothes, you have on there.
My mother once told me if I willed it, that the smallest
of creatures could wield great power.
He replied: you best listen to your mother then
Mothers tend to be right on these matters.
My mother is dead, the girl replied; that's why I've
come to live here.
He replied: my mother too, I live here as well.
She eyed him and ask, are you a pirate just in from the sea?
He laughed a hearty laugh. And said no I'm just the maze keeper.
She looked at him funny
He pointed behind her at the twin hedges
You best not go in there without me though.
What's beyond the maze of hedges
She asks in a low voice.
A cottage that looks out over the ocean?
To watch for the smugglers and Tregenna pirates?
Can I go there and see the lookout tower?
He replied: Oh you will never find it
Not without me of course! She smiled.
And knew she had made her first friend
In this new mysterious land, she found
herself in.
written 6/ 6/ 2016 5 pm Monday night
1
Sugar no longer belongs in tea,
only sugar-free,
and the sound of the spoon stirring.
2
The lady of the house,
the lady's kitchen,
gas, mixer, microwave,
the battle of the wok and the spatula.
3
A bottle-gourd vine creeps
through the kitchen roof,
white flowers blooming,
while frogs call out,
ghyangor-ghyang...
4
A harsh, ringing afternoon in Bhadra,
the street hawker
wearing himself hoarse,
calling out his wares.
5
A harsh, ringing afternoon in Bhadra,
ripe hog plums crushed to pulp,
gram-flour fritters and mustard paste
shoved down the throat
by a sharp, puckering sourness,
the taste of our boyhood.
6
Water flowing through the drain,
a fig tree beside it,
and a little farther away,
a plate of rice,
a lump of rice and mashed potato.
7
Darkness descends
over the tops of the bamboo grove.
A sky crowded with stars,
the sound of a fox's footsteps
crunching through fallen leaves.
8
Water hyacinths drift
across the middle of the pond,
and upon their leaves
a spider has woven
its delicate web.
9
Sour curry of ripe shol fish
cooked with green mango,
its more formal name:
amshol.
10
A Hemanta twilight,
a ring of smoke,
and on the electric wire
rows and rows of birds
holding their evening council.
11
I converse with the steps
in the afternoon,
and in their moss-covered bricks
find the memory
of my grandfather.
12
Heavy curtains hang
across doors and windows.
Life, too, has grown heavy.
I find myself remembering
my mother's sari-end,
her anchal.
13
A wall built
to hide nature,
and upon that wall,
a landscape
of nature.
It was a very long day
And a long way from home
Country back roads
Skies of chrome
Tiredness kicks in
I need to stop
A house up ahead
I'll stop and knock
The door opens
Pleasantries in greet
Invited inside
Tired and dead beat
The lady of the house
Offers a drink
A small wine I say
As she replies with a wink
We sit and talk
About our pasts
Sad stories
And past laughs
The evening draws
As I my head starts spinning
I feel elated
Is the evening beginning
Music is played
As I drink more wine
Energetic in dance
As I feel mighty fine
We end up dancing
Our hands in places
Lips touching
And not just faces
Slowly my clothes
Start to fall to the floor
My hands on flesh
I've never seen before
Her body so shaped
Even through hazy eyes
She takes my hand
To her glittering prize
Her hands mould
Around me so
My head like a carousel
In spinning mode
I seem to know what I am doing
But unable to stop
Like I'm on top of the world
And never to drop
The feeling of joy
Surrounds my brain
Elements of ecstasy
Like sparkling champagne
Naked and set
My body flows
In body arousal
Our nakedness shows
The kissing gets frantic
As we sigh and groan
On the floor we writhed
In sporadic moan
As I lie there
I recall the lights
My head in confusion
Now I'm out like a light
I'm awakened early
By a knock at the door
The lady of the house
In breakfast chore
I sit there eating
As my body aches
Scratches and marks
Was I in partake
I have no recollection
Of the evening that's past
I can recall driving up
And that's the last
I say my goodbye's
As I thank my host
She winks as I leave
Looking as white as a ghost
I get in my car
And I head of home
Stopping for gas
No more wandering roam
I speak to the attendant
About the house where I stayed
A lady so kind
How at home I was made
He turns to me
As if I had taken a turn
There's been no one there for years
His face showing concern
I stand in momentary shock
As he tells me the news
The marks on my body
And the bluest of bruise
All the way home
I try to recollect
About the previous night
My thoughts can't project
Life In A Motel
Many years and years ago, I lived in a worker's motel
In Budapest, for years. Before 2005. Hmm, it was a castle
The castle of the single men, guys. Typically, men's world life
A driver, builders, metal workers, woodworkers, and an electrician. And me.
A bank and shop worker,
the drunk waiter
This house was the castle of the night-living decadent guys
Daytime, everybody worked preciously, like an engineer
Oh, time, I think, and I am sure, I am the only one who is still alive
At night, we lived like devils, and so many pubs were open there
Where are you, my brothers? My brothers?? I hope you're kind
Your honest friendship in my life. Best people, best guys! Living your life!
Living! Living!! In my life! You were friends and fathers. I love you. All of you.
And our queen is gone. I loved her. She was the boss. I never forget
She was my mother. After 2008, she always waited for me to come back.
She gave me a home when I came back from London, to enjoy my little holiday
Loved manager, lady of the house, I never, and never forget you
Pure mind, pure mentality, pure life, real puritan style
She said she can’t accept ladies in the motel, only men. No, problem. She meant it
Time
I will visit this house
Again
I hope works
This motel
(Picture no.4)
She knelt down at the table
With a teapot full of milk.
She sat her teddy on the smallest chair.
He wore a neck ribbon of silk.
She summoned her polite pets.
She served her kittens first.
Her dog gazed at her, all dreamy eyed,
Longing to quench his thirst.
She chatted away quite happily,
Playing the lady of the house.
She imagined the kittens were her
Children. And the kanine was her spouse.
She said she'd heartily recommend
All to invite their pets to tea.
" What better company could one have
When one's an only child like me? "
(Picture no.4)
Written 31st October 2021
For Rhyme Me A Poem 2 Contest
Sponsor : Eve Roper
Tom and Jerry
Little creature would creep,
and make Tom honestly weep,
Bright ideas the cat would design,
With a fail always, gears up to redefine,
We could sit through the whole night,
and giggle over their silly fight,
Trying to catch the clever mouse,
and win confidence of lady of the house,
Tom would plan and lay the trap,
as Jerry brilliantly discovers to unwrap,
She would fall into her own dug ditch,
and witty mouse merrily sings at a pitch,
Year after years, still unable to resist,
these funny comics are on top of my list !
Written June 1st, 2015
For contest "comic book characters" by Shadow Hamilton
Placed 1st