Long Lounge Poems
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Walking through the door of my childhood home
brought back tsunami of wisdom overture.
Tastes and colours in décor change with culture;
varied pallet of history in lands roam’.
My children had turned out to be a challenge
as they had early on displayed my talent
for examining and questioning latent
defects papered over; now seeking balance.
We’d a small, intimate wedding reception.
The wallpaper in the lounge is instantly
recognisable (like kin related distantly),
from the photos. No inkling of deception.
My parents had asked this sweet sixteen to voice
her preference for bedroom to replace staid
pattern reminiscent of a fabric plaid.
But they had vetoed black and white Op Art choice.
The celebrations of the many milestones,
spanning the blessed years of three generations
firmly recorded in the decorations;
layers of peeling wallpaper to bare bones.
My shoes lie prone like dogs waiting for a new adventure
Will it be a soft seashore shuffle?
A jaunt through the mall, all dusty with grime
A plunge to tippy-toe into mud and puddles
A climb up a tree or hike up mountain slopes
A skip through playgrounds with the kids
A ride up an escalator, what a relief!
All polished and shined, a first date in mind
A twirl around dance floor, avoiding soft toes
Laced up tightly and properly for business date, late
Or pounding the pavement for shopping walk jaunt
A stroll through the park on soft green grass, fresh mown.
Finally to relax off-feet, in lounge room, at last we're home,
Before shoes shed, get bedded in closet with friends,
Who share tales and tongue wags with the shodden down-trodden.
Panting, running, paying, fuming,
Bumping, swearing, hurrying, driving,
All because today is the thirty first
Of the month, why are we all nigh to burst!
Got to buy groceries, go the butcher
The dry cleaners, the florist, the baker,
Did i turn on the slow cooker?
Have guests coming at 8.00p.m still
On the road, home in 15 minutes – phone Will,
Darling, Did you collect the birthday cake,
There is a big accident, traffic hectic won’t make
It to pick it up – Yes sweetheart I have
Drive carefully the roads are crazy,
Looks like a storm brewing, weather drizzly and hazy.
As I arrive in our driveway it pours with rain,
And I drop a packet, which had the red wine, I stain
My clothes and the car seat, go have your shower,
Hubby says, relax, everything is under control,
Turned shower taps to their full strength and power
Exhausted, let the water run over my naked body
Till I feel refreshed, get dressed in my
Sexy black number,
And come downstairs, hubby gives me a wolf whistle,
Just wait till the guests leave he says, look at him
From under my lashes!
The aroma wafting from the stove is
Provocatively divine!
And next to the sofa is a glass of room
Temperature red wine.
Table is set, arrange flowers I brought in a vase,
Immediately, the bell goes ding dong,
It’s Cherry and Tim,
She couldn’t wait to show me her engagement ring,
Hot on their heels are Susan and Barry,
He has just asked Susan to him marry,
And last of all my twin sister Rina, arrives she’s wise,
With her new boyfriend in tow she bellows, Hi guys!
Fun was had and wine was drunk
Laughter abounded in the lounge and dining room,
We all forgot how tired we were and
It was end of the month, and all the media forecasted,
Was doom and gloom!
It was my birthday, turning forty, no turning back now,
Don’t regret a day of my life, bless the day I took my vow,
Happy birthday dear Mary, happy Birthday to you,
I felt blest had my hubby and sister present and select
Friends but few,
Mellow and happy and with certainly no one drunk,
Just four happy couples full of zest and funk!
Our guests began departing, in twos they left,
I slipped of my shoes and gave a big yawn,
Will picked me up, and must have undressed
Me – for all I remember is waking up to a peck
On my cheek,
And a scrumptious breakfast in bed,
I always knew I had picked the right guy to wed!
I step outside to get some air
upon the ship’s fine teakwood deck,
the North Atlantic air bites deep,
I raise my collar ’round my neck.
Remind myself that it’s April,
and that it must be near midnight,
the long bow seems a lovely place
to stretch my legs and smoke my pipe.
I’m not usually up this late,
but no one sleeps upon this ship,
spent hours in the first-class lounge,
swapping tales with some rich Brits.
It was a treat coming onboard,
a maiden voyage is not cheap,
but I landed deals in England,
and so this luxury I reap.
Though my success cannot compare
to some of the men still inside,
those Astors and those Guggenheims…
can’t imagine such gilded lives.
Not far away, up by the bow,
two sweethearts forget the whole world,
I remember my youthful days
hen I could get lost in a girl.
Heck, I’m not even forty yet,
and were this fifteen years ago,
maybe that would be me and Claire...
so long as mother didn’t know.
I smile and turn my gaze back
upon the night so flat and dark,
no moon to cast its silver glow,
can see no light, nary a spark.
But wait…I think I see a mass,
it’s darker than the starry sky,
alarm bells ring and shouts go up,
the front of the the ship comes alive.
Ship lights reflect, I see ice,
a berg that’s right ahead of us!
Cold panic races down through me,
death comes quick, and I see the cause.
Engines groan, the ship shudders,
the water roiled and churned,
iron creaks loud as the vessel
desperately attempts to turn.
I see the iceberg drawing near,
a slick sheen of white and blue,
my chest thumps like a triphammer
at this cold, yet beautiful doom.
But then the prow, it clears the berg!
Shifts left twenty, then thirty feet,
water opens wide between us,
the ship and iceberg do not meet!!
It takes my stunned mind a moment,
then I release a long-held breath,
never in all of my years
have I come so very close to death.
To think that so many people
could’ve all frozen or drowned,
just imagine the tragedy
if this great ship had gone down…
Applicant's
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
" To be or not to be "
Destiny is a walk
Which is long
It never steps backwards%
The day I became an applicant
I feared the blank holes
To insert and answer on
Ice cold I frozen hoped
To complete the form.
This is the forward1% step
My foot is in the door.
The application is
Not for the dead.
This is my hour to be
Or not to be employ.
The attendant reads my face
And smirk's another applicant
I dragged a answer smile
My cause here is..
To do the job.
The eager in my eye
Satisfies the Captain chief
He order's..
Complete the cast form
And sign the line.
Regularity and method..
Is our requirement.
In the yard you will start9
There is mud to be dug up.
On mine sleeve's
I grind and bite my teeth
The job begins
Behind a long while
In years to come
Now I have a coffee
In the premuim lounge
And ponder on those
Long line's in the mud
Now I see my line's
And windows
In the beauitful building's
I have architected for my city.
Mine wife was told
To mend a hole
Upon a rag
And little did she know
On application
Her red carpet fashion outfits
Designed with many holes
The grandeur would attire.
Our son looked up
And saw the rain
He applied
A fireman he became
And a hero was made.
Never sigh a possibility
On the application line
This waiting all your life
Go destiny
Determined
To be a somebody.
Inspired by... All those houses that long to be homes again.
For our house to become a home forever
By Michelle Morris
20/08/2024
I walk through this empty house
And can see it used to be a home
Filled with joy and laughter
A family who shared fun times
There are photos suspended in frames
Filled with memories and smiling moments
There are knick-knacks collected together
Some funny; and some meaningful
Where the sunlight dips through the window
I can see dust motes dancing in swirls
The family dog lounges in his sacred space
On the chaise lounge near the fireplace
Looking closer you start to notice things
Like only photos of young children are present
Every room is like a museum
Or a shrine to a perfect past wish
For we easily forget certain facts and details
In our yearning to keep certain memories perfect
We want to be able to reminisce
And act like things once went smoothly
But the dust has thickened over the years
The cobwebs house spiders that have taken over corners of rooms
The light has grown dim inside this house
And inside hearts where love was once pure
Funny how humans can take something beautiful
And twist it up and test it over and over
Until nothing is left but hearts spent
Empty and oftentimes bitter and resentful
I walk through rooms where time has stood still
I walk through rooms where life has moved on
And everywhere, everywhere there is hopelessness
For love and light no longer reside here
Bricks and mortar and pretty fabrics
Only create a decorated space for us to live
We have to choose who we share it with
And we have to choose how we will forge our lives together
Only with compassion and kindness
Loyalty, patience and respect
Can we create a nurturing environment
For our house to become a home forever
© Michelle Morris, 2024
I am a paling star to be washed out
In the dazzling brightness of the arriving dawn
A calendar that ran out of time
A broken guitar with strings loose
I will soon exit out of life
Like a man hardly anyone knew ever existed
And only very few would miss
As I look back to the prime days
I feel years have flown away in a flurry
Like scraps of paper whirling in the gale
A dense fog crawls up into my eyes
The verdant vistas and smiling faces
Have discoloured like weather worn paintings
The violet shadows of red rocks
Form a dark cave within me
Nothing subsists in the dells n’ hollows
Of my memory
I wilt under Age’s burning breath
And wither under its deadly blight
Now I drift... a rudderless vessel
Through unknown waters
Waiting at the Departure Lounge
I now have only one prayer;
Don’t let me scorn and disdain the young
Whose sky is wider and dreams endless
Who walk with nimble feet and sure steps
To conquer the world that has left me a scrap!
dogs on vacation filling up the beach with warm barks
dobermans, german shepherds, prissy poodles that cause sparks
husky and rottweiler are sharing a purple lounge chair in the sun
excited corgis begin a volley ball game; this is all kinds of fun!
bulldogs and blue heelers, tripping around in the moist sand.
perky dogs with fluffy tails that are wildly frenzied and fanned.
chihuahuas and yorkies and there is a beagle with a howl.
this would not be the place for a kitten or fowl.
let’s vacation on down to the Vermosa beach
and drink some cold water with slight taste of peach
here comes a striped surfboard and a jet ski too
unhappy mailmen fall from the sky, out of the blue
A custom stove was needed for the camp were the show would
be performed. They stacked straw inside six erected fpour by fours
and used chicken wire to hold them in place. A canvas was used
to create a make shift roof the walls were longer on the front and backsides.
shorter in the middle. Two by fours created structure for the canvas
which was laid and stapled a pipe went up and suddenly we had
heat. Breakfeast and Lunch were smokey delicious. When the ladies came
we readjusted our conversations to be both kind and friendly.
Soup poetry ius Poetry Soup backwards
not spelled backwards but backwards
were you to spell it backwards it would
be: Puos Yrtoep. That say's nothing.
Nothing she responded: Nothing he said
as some watched them take nothing
and talk about a whole lotta something.
It was subtitled under "Awesome Things."
We found that the conversation came
about when someone was interested in
creating a large sign that would be attached
to his lorry doing the "Harvest Day Parade".
The grasses of the field
to feed the cattle as they say.
Quite a week for
Parade Lovers
the muses of folk who admire
comedy too will be quenched with
the addition of "THe Clowns Of Wok-Shire"
the muses mind you as they are humorous!
And to the "Drabs of Murphy" who shall
perform "Poetry and Song": lounge Musik
a style unapproached. As you were my Darlings
we have alot of work to do! They applauded her
as she left the building. Reappearing the
"assignment sheet is on the board!" Love to you all!
She was a teen girl from Oklahoma
Of copper bronze skin with auburn-red hair
Such a pretty girl dreamed of marriage
But she had a job to do taking care of a newborn cousin
such a pretty girl Annie Bell
This was in the 1950's
While on break she was looking for a prince charming
she's the queen of the ball
such a pretty girl Annie Bell
She met a older man some nine years
A handsome guy ex-navy chef
Always wearing expensive tailor made suits
He was a handsome brute
From Mi zu
While at an lounge bar gathering
She dressed liken a movie star
Hand-held her cigarette like Lana Turner
They both look swell
This handsome veteran she met
Dated he courted her for two years
She thought he was swell
This girl named Annie Bell
This teen girl now turn woman
This man now proposes
Now they married as husband and wife
Such a life now everything's all well
a real life love story of Princess of Redbird Oklahoma
Annie Bell Ross now Mrs. Lee
This is her story her personal fairy tale
Of a teen girl now woman
Annie Bell
For contest: Fairy Tale
Sponsored by: Alexis Y.