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The fall of sixty-three, I envisioned myself
"Miss Sorghum" of our Hancock County Fair.
I aced the talent phase on piano
but needed practice crossing a makeshift stage in heels.
Destiny roared, that fatal afternoon,
my clever escort list'ning for the judge's voice,
grabbed my hand for our debut.
I stumbled and felt my gown unzip.
Throwing his jacket 'round my waist and shoulders,
I escaped with my prince
to a storage room and a most peculiar plight -
Ladder against the wall, a toddler up five steps.
Revealing my gaping rear, I reached for chubby legs
Outstretched across the rungs, I screamed.
Twisting, turning, he came headlong down my back
as mom returned to see my escort catch the lad.
Guessing her son had torn my dress triggered her frown
but the full story sparked a smile upon her face.
And even now, ladders move me to laughter
as I recall - the fall my zipper broke.
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May 1, 2019
original written September 2013
edited on May 1, 2019 to remove the rhyme and meter, cut to 20 lines.
Probably not literally free verse; but definitely unrhymed now.
You might enjoy the original version, The Fall My Zipper Broke at
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/the_fall_my_zipper_broke_505070
contest: Craig Cornish, Smile at the Foot of a Ladder
2025.05.18
Today, I had a morning started quite roughly.
I almost missed the bus,
Then actually missed the stop at the train station,
That costed me one hour moving and waiting around.
Finally, I reached my destination.
I climbed up hill of the Malmsbury Reservoir,
Followed the walking trails
Walked along the Coliban River,
Got closer to the arched brick bridge,
Near Ellesmere Place Malmsbury Viaduct.
I finally found the Malmsbury Botanical gardens.
There was this interesting wooden bridge,
paved its curved path took me to a small island,
Where I was surrounded by lot of water birds.
Leisurely peddled on the pond water.
I fed them with my banana and mandarins,
But they cleverly spitted out the skins.
I then arrived at the station,
In time to jump on the train to Bendigo.
It came late by ten minutes,
But it worked out perfectly for me,
I wanted to visit the Sacred Heart Catheral.
When arrived, I missed the bus number 5,
But the female driver of bus # 50,
She was kind to take me
All the way up to the hill,
That allowed me just walking across and down,
Visited the closed holy church.
I walked down hill all the way to Bendigo station.
I was exhausted and tired.
I plonked into one of the seat.
Finally getting off and arrive home before seven o'clock.
I rushed home to watch "The Piano" series,
At 19:30: for the next four Sunday.
My fingers smashed on the piano’s keyboard.
Let her go. Who needed her?
The notes from the piano trembled with anger.
Was I blind?
Like meteors that smashed into each other,
Simply attracted by gravity,
Merely finding themselves on the same trajectory.
Is that how we fought?
Is hate our gravitational force?
Do we meet by chance
In the vast expanse of the universe?
Or because we were supposed to be rational,
We searched each other,
Just for revenge, for a fleeting moment of hate?
Yet hate was so short lived,
No satisfaction came with it,
Merely the useless thought
That someone had achieved some supremacy.
Were we blind?
Hate can never have the upper hand.
For after a while we search and find
The void of a sterile life.
The door opened and she came for a hug.
I felt elated. Our love took the upper hand.
The notes from the piano turned soft.
It is now a sweet sonata of a love lullaby.
5 January 2021
Like an impetuous dash of time
Everyone are frenziedly falling in line
As we all eagerly await at the carpeted floor
The arrival of our charming celebrity in allure.
Gents got pretty roses… white, yellow, blue and red
Eager to see the majestic beauty -- so great!
We, ladies make a toast with the best champagne
Cheering and wishing while her confetti rain
Today, we’ll spend the whole day and night
Dancing and singing with great delight
With towering cakes, colorful sweets and big balloons
Best orchestra on stage now play in boon
I sing first in solo for my dearest friend,
Wishing her all the happiness which never end
May all the desires of her heart be fulfilled
And her birthday wishes and dreams be achieved
Today, we’ll spend the whole day and night
Dancing and singing with great delight
With towering cakes, colorful sweets and big balloons
Best orchestra on stage now play in boon
I play the sweetest melody on my piano
And everyone jigs and sings for her, too
I recited sweetly my dedication poem
As we give our loving hugs, kisses and roses in bloom.
©2015Leonora Galinta
All Rights Reserved
October 6, 2015 8.25pm
He walks in the court like he is one of a kind,
Is he someone different of a human mankind?
He is smart, cozy but a little bit naughty.
He is newly stud guy who seem to be so catchy.
He got those things that every girl wants,
They can’t just see it because he’s playing too nuts.
If he only knew that he has that crazy good thing,
Girls and he will be all so ready to sing.
I remember how he plays piano,
He sang sweetly in microphone solo.
I remember how he let that ball game ended.
He made the one last go shot tremendously bended.
He is never uncool in all sorts of situation,
He hangs up with gals and guys with same range of action.
That guy has no idea how much he has in his life,
That so called X Factor and guts is so close to his great life
Form:
My first touch of a piano
I was five when I sat on a stool
I heard a high "do" and a lower "do"
Then I stepped on a pedal as tool
I was touching different keys
Hearing each key with a different note
Delighted with every pitch of keys
And by sounds above the musical tote
As I pluck with each note
I started to wonder and concentrate
Bothered on my eye with a mote
I got distracted to orchestrate
Wondering why so many keys to prick
Counting all keys like queach
Eighty-eight pieces of stick
A long line for my short reach
I stopped for a while thinking
How to reach all keys with ease
Looked for a bench and sat to mease
Moving left to right to control my pacing
I started playing with excitement
Cousins behind me watching with bewilderment
I was asked what I was playing
I said, "Mozart's, maybe...," then they started laughing
I laughed with them too
And asked to teach me how
I was told, "Feel the keys above your knees..."
"They'll tell you if they match with your pleas!"
Take me back home Lord to happiness,
take me back to my home,
to family and to the innocence of childhood,
take me back Lord through the years.
To that tangled haired little girl,
who loved life,
and playing make-believe stories,
to mother and father's love.
Take me back Lord,
to those years of happiness.
Take me back,
when I knew nothing bad.
Take me back,
to my grandma.
Take me back Lord,
to live in peace,
and tranquility,
and the ignorance of a child.
Far away from the reality of life,
take me home dear Lord, please.
Only in memories,
does my love live on and on.
oh take me back Lord,
to my childhood.
The road has been hard Lord,
the journey bitter and difficult,
and heartbreaks are all that I have.
Take me home Lord,
take me to my true love,
take me to my babies,
take me home dear Lord . . .
(piano solo)
AND one sweet day Lord,
I will open the gate of heaven,
and I will be home forever,
with those I love . . .
(piano solo)
Oh take me home Lord,
open those gates wide for me,
I am not that tangled haired child,
but a woman coming home.
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October 28, 2015
Lyric
For the contest, Homeward Bound
Honorable Mention
A butterflied eye
blinking stars do shine
on every beating wing
as birds softly sing
to silver maned unicorns dancing in a ring
of dragons snapping webs of woven silk
In a swirl of clouds made of milk
a towering blue filled sky
high diving wheels do fly
on a hundred tuxedoed marching bears
humming out sweet honeyed airs
a hammering anvil octopus with tentacles uproarious
playing a melancholy song
on harps long gone
to sea depths of whales
clicking tongues with their tails
while dolphins do a trick to a metronomic tick.
Purple waves a thousand string bows
as I pull out a petrol coloured rose
from everybody's nose
children burst out a laughing bubble
on a policeman turning into a clown
frozen stiff with a frown
a bassoon the size of an elephant bellowing out such eloquence
with oboes and clarinets that slither and snake their way
blowing bugles into bubblets parping out little trumpelets
and saxophones rippling out dancing skeletones
that shatter cymbals and kettle drums into smithereens
blue tongued lizards fingering their zithers
And last but not least a thousand nimble mice who play piccolos on ice
The performance now takes on a darker tone. Is that a flash of lightning?
Do ominous clouds roll in across the sky?
A belated troop of grinning baboons
Sawing double basses
gnashing teeth and pulling faces
As I wave my wand to whistle forth a dark cloaked demon
from an infernal region
to hit grand piano keys bringing the crowd to their knees
blackened sulphuric fingers spread
Inspiring some unholy dread
as cloven hoof beasts clamour
and witches dance enamoured by yer fiery guest
who draws out hell at yer own behest
Purple Cat rings a bell and the whole artifice fell.
In my dream I wandered into a basement piano bar because someone told me it was the secret place to get great waffles. Sitting at the piano was Beth Hart crooning sorrowful songs, no other accompaniment, just Beth and a piano. It was like this tattooed lass just wandered down the stairs and sat down and started playing with only a few present to share a glorious hour in our lives. I sat at a table near the piano eating a thin waffle with whip cream on top, a scattering of walnut pieces, and no syrup, with a shot of Effen Black Cherry Whiskey on the side, blissfully listening to Beth. I could have died, my life fulfilled.
Shadows crawl
out haunting
In first ray
of light
Coaxing awakening
Striking the soul
Fluttering deepest eyelids
Music strikes
Upon cello cords
Dreamily she awakens, to a gentle strumming, of his soul
As a piano plays
Sweet haunting music
Flows a riverine
Echoing against
One great wall
In China
carries into
the distant hills
Her deepest breath, wrapped lovingly, around his spiritual purity
Music begins
stirring deep passion
Romancing chambers
Dancing on air
Holding heartstrings
Playing emotions
Sweetly within
Inhale and exhale, transcending into, each other
Touches beauty
Striking keys
Drum beating chords
magical fingers play
Enchanting music
Flowing into
the ocean
Her melodies, rise and fall, exquisite synchronicity
swells out
In blossoming
Like honey golden
Ebbs out
in cello
Piano touching heartbeats
A paradiso
of music
Sweetly touches souls
Heartstrings, once plucked, never stay the same
Music Video link - http://youtu.be/NCaH-qqTWpk
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written jointly with soul goddess