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We moved back into the residence yesterday - we were jubilant - and had a slumb-over last night, to celebrate our reunification. We woke up joyous, on the right side of the same bed (slumb-over), and we’ve been bouncing off the walls ever since.
We’re in the ‘settling in’ phase, restocking our Keurigs, getting our same-’ol furniture in the same-’ol places, picking up our books. In this liminal space, between sugarplums and sutures, our shrinking free-time will sag with increasing weight. Even last night’s normally fabulous martinis began to taste metallically laced with formaldehyde.
Once we’re settled in, our leisure will begin to have the tight, mangled fit of a borrowed jacket. “We’ve got to gear up.” Lisa said, just this morning and even as I type this, my eyes are flitting between my dog-eared copy of Gray's Anatomy and the mcat prep hub.
Classes start in 5 days. Free days burn bright, but disappear in a blink. Time is a precious coin.
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*slumb-over = slumber party
With silly smile, playing laptop keyboard
keys, I relay tales of brief, college bliss,
where days, like dry martinis, swiftly pass
lips that pucker for life’s capricious kiss.
My roommates bring joy and warm delight, like
late night Cheeto-fights to break-up study
drudgery - some chaos can counter stress,
though it makes a powdery-orange mess.
While we whirl and preen, when on party scenes,
we've embarked on the classic scholar’s quest.
We're earnest lasses, who pass-up passes -
well, some capitulate - we are human.
But I'm tempered by shame, and remembered
love's flame - and nightly I whisper his name.
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playing with sonnet
(a poem in Senryus)
They say that you should
never follow whisky with
beer - but my new rhyme
is - never follow
several martinis with
two more martinis
Ladies, please take my
advice, you can’t focus your
eyes in the morning
When your roommates rude
little sister runs the loud
vacuum around noon
Who gets up before
noon in the summer? It’s not
right, if you ask me.
“Mom told me too?” That’s
an excuse reminiscent
of old Nuremberg
I have feels for her
as encumbered as she is
by parental yoke.
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A song for this (please play it low):
Hangovers with You by Big B & Dirty Heads Rock
Taking him out for a spin,
his blue body, shines;
his frame long,
his controlled cruise.
I’m enclosed
in this esteemed frame,
picking up sisters,
roaring the highway
to Dad’s.
Not my ride; my Honey’s.
Today, I take ‘im out for a spin,
straight and sure
on three, two, one…
That’s how many highways
I need to traverse, then
back again.
Dinner in the hotbox,
all the tools of the trade.
Sisters and Sirius XM.
Dad only
gets his three girls, today.
His son spent the night
last week. They cheered
with martinis. We will likely
cheer with manhattans,
with one jubilant cherry
dropped in.
Cheers, friends.
9/8/16
Are you a Mac user or PC?
Do you prefer Justin's or Reese's?
A few times, I saw the movie "E.T."
And I once slept in a teepee
Shouldn't be sleazy
Or greedy
Got to get after it daily, weekly
Monthly and yearly, routinely
You can wish for a lamborghini
But you got to work smart and hard for it, instead of hoping to find a genie
I wore a lot of hoodies and beanies
And scaled many hills and mountains freely
Didn't always eat my wheaties
Just some smoke, alcohol and food that was greasy
Naively
Spent most of the cheese I made rather briefly
Realize, you can't expect any freebie
Or it all to be easy
That's just foolish, whether or not you ever believe me
Don't make an fool of yourself and assume
Anything underneath the sun and moon
That just may lead to your own doom
One day I'm going to visit Fiji
With my lady wearing a pink bikini
As we kick back with our own martinis
Could go on about drinks and food, like kiwis
Sweet Tea
And fettucine
Alfredo with roasted zucchini
But I'd rather spare you that completley
By: Dalton Ogletree
"Tease for Two"
“Ein bisschen Zucker
mit Ihrer Sahne, Sir?“
German accent
smoky toned
she purred
Periwinkles suavely winked,
then played with his -
cufflinks
“Not now Schvee Tart”
he said holding his attache tight
looking across the room
grinning Lupine Blues
a slight smile on his lips,
bemused,
“Service calls,
her name is
"Q”
Across the dance floor
all eyes turned
Parting tall bus boys, handsome waiters
matrons with their peach blinis, their tart apple martinis
flustered debutantes
all poetic unsure
first time daters
dilettantes
rubbed their -
eyes again, they blinked
made way, made room,
for Q's
sashaying soliloquy
serious multi tasking
sensual stiletto Hell-on-High Heels
slick Scarlet lip-glossed
VaVaVoom
As it should be
entertaining control,
further into the room
across the dazzling polished dance floor
no pastie tasselling girls
on well-oiled silver poles
The Special Agent
slinked
The Old Boys
raised their drinks
He stands
She sits
"Ist das eine Waffe
in deiner Tasche,
Special Agt Schmidt?"
She glances at her
Bulgari Serpenti Incantati
and in English says,
"This better be good,
Now is not the time to quit"
Like a wolf
Periwinkles
grins
"Q," he low growl says,
"I propose a change in destination,
I've taken the liberty to buy you
feathers for your wings -
tickets Q...."
then flirtatiously adds,
"Simply adore your bling"
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
1. lupine/wolf
2. lupine/lupinus, genus blue flowering plant
3. Libertango
Evening was upon us and we were running late.
Our reservation at the Hôtel de Paris Saint-Tropez,
was for 9:15 pm.
Be not careless with time
for you will be judged.
My favorite garms for Héraclée eveningwear, are
a sleeveless white linen tee-shirt over linen shorts.
That works perfectly well in the bars and dance clubs
but not the luxe, formally inclined, la-tee-da Hôtel de Paris.
Let custom serve reason, not smother it,
Let obedience not be given to feed another’s pride.
We had rushed from a kite show on the beach.
We were eyed and side eyed - like sketch vagrants -
but not denied a table off front-of-house eye-lines.
You can’t look askance at beachwear, on a Riviera,
in a beach town. I was honestly dressed for vacation moments.
later..
I was dropped into a conversation
with a guy in a bar Peter and I were at.
When talking to rando guys in bars
I give them one of my more boring,
backup personalities.
Anyway, this guy was saying that
dating is now a “rich person’s game.”
I get it, things are bad all over, but here
he is, in the Saint-Tropez Lounge Club,
buying ‘Pornstar Martinis’ at €22 a pop.
Isn’t he actively funding his problem?
Couldn’t he bring a date and buy twice
as many basic martinis at €10?
In the dating market, we all hope to be chosen.
Status anxieties often speak for themselves.
In courting, glitter isn’t always persuasive.
When I met Peter, he was a penniless doctoral student,
existing on a meager stipend and part time jobs.
When in doubt, try authenticity or charm,
both are stylish coping mechanisms.
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Songs for this:
Someday, Someway by Marshall Crenshaw
Silver Heels by Fleetwood Mac
A group of 15-year-old girlfriends
decided where to meet for dinner.
the Dairy Queen next to the Ocean View Restaurant,
because they had only $6.00 among them,
and a cute boy lived across the street named Jimmy Johnson.
10 years later, at their reunion,
the 25-year-old girlfriends decided where to meet for dinner again,
The Ocean View Restaurant because the drinks were cheap,
the band was good and the snacks were free,
there was no cover charge to get inside,
and the place was always packed with lots of cute guys.
The 35-year-old girlfriends at their reunion 10 years later
decided once again where to meet for dinner.
They agreed to meet at the Ocean View Restaurant
because the atmosphere was good and it was right near the gym,
and if they went late enough in the evening,
there wouldn't be too many whiny little kids to bug them.
At their reunion 10 years later, the 45-year-old girlfriends
decided to meet for dinner at the Ocean View Restaurant
because the martinis were big and the waiters were young.
10 years later, the 55-year-old girlfriends
decided to meet for dinner at the Ocean View Restaurant again,
because the prices were reasonable, the wine list was good,
and had windows that opened in case of a hot flashes,
as all good restaurants should.
10 years later, the group of 65-year-old girlfriends
decided to dine at the Ocean View Restaurant as well
because the lighting was good and had an early bird special.
10 years later at their reunion,
the group of 75-year-old girlfriends
met for dinner at the Ocean View Restaurant again,
because the food was not too spicy
and was handicapped-accessible for them.
10 years later, the group of 85-year-old girlfriends
met for dinner at the Ocean View Restaurant once more,
because none of them had ever been there before.
About my name.
If only I could have had more input!
But you were so busy reading
"What to Expect" that you
Weren't expecting how much everyone would hate my name!
Rhymes, people, rhymes! Why do you think I was kicking so hard?
About a name.
Shakespeare said a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
Hmm. You could hand me the most beautiful bouquet of roses,
But if you said, "I got these Fart Flowers just for you," I'd be spelling my name for the judge issuing the restraining order.
Changing my name.
Please don't make any suggestions;
We all know how well your first choice went. My closest friends have all put in their two cents:
Chatty, Fatty, Sweet Cheeks, Banana Beak, Mommy, Daddy (no more martinis for my husband) and others not fit to print.
My chosen name.
So many choices: Nobody doesn't like Sara Lee! Or the person formerly known by a loser name!
No. I picked a winner. Sexy. Addictive. Welcome at any party!
Smoking hot, never a cheap date and so good you'll want more in a few hours! HI! I'm Mary Jane!
January 16, 2017
Sun, sand, surfing the waves,
Sexy swimsuits: we've got it made in the shade.
Umbrellas in martinis and lined in a row
On beaches and resorts wherever you go.
Maui, Mexico, or even the Maldives;
If these are your vacation spots, now's the time to leave.
Maybe a staycation is more your speed;
Enjoy with friends and family. Take as much as you need.
Everybody's glad that summer has arrived;
School is out! Let's go outside!
Remember to mask up. Be safe and have fun.
But don't do anything foolish otherwise you're done!
Time to chill out, relax and unwind,
And leave all of your stress behind.
Ice cream and cold beverages will quench your thirst,
Especially when the heat is the worst.
Music, barbecues, games galore,
Laughter everywhere. Who could ask for more?
Ever wished it could stay this way?
I wish it was summertime every day.