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Some don't know her very well-
My sister, Antoinette Marcelle;
A reserved and silent beauty,
To see her is a pleasantry.
Though she is much younger than me,
We two are the youngest of three.
A gift from our father, Marzell,
Is the second name of Antoinette Marcelle.
Summer days are peachy keen,
A flower grows where none has ever been!
And is therefore rarer than rare,
For others are abloom elsewhere.
Antoinette Marcelle, a wishing well!
And birds sing in the dell,
And shadows chase the sound of song,
As they dart and flit along.
With my brother, we are three,
Side by side in destiny;
But youngest of us is Antoinette Marcelle,
The last button on Jacob's coattail.
Note: My late mother drew this picture of Antoinette when she was still a child. She gave me a copy. I have always loved this song by Carly Simon, and that's why I included it, not with any intention of self praise. It's such a loving song about sisters, and it's always made me think of mine. Actually, I'd like to be my younger sister. :0
Play a song for me
get out the old record player, no cds
look through the protected sleeved LPs
of all our old memories.
These twilight years
hold so many recollected dreams
easily recalling the heartaches of the years
when the laughter faded into flowing streams.
Choose a song, some familiar melody
one shared and love from times gone by
and we can slow dance to the pleasantry
in the love of you and I.
What song will it be
what words would they express
to revive love's magic revelry
in this life in which we are blessed.
Play it again
let the reality be relived
still holding onto to my best friend
we still have much more love to give.
Play me a song
any old one will do
we know where we belong
dancing alone together, just me and you.
(unsettled conscience beckons expunging)
Upon espying aesthetically pleasing lass
(considerably younger than me),
middle aged ma'am, or classy older woman
impetuousness overtakes rationality
courting acquaintanceship constituting
aforementioned type female
these premature ejaculations
blindside yours truly
upon comfort level
of unfamiliar lady recipient,
(especially years gone by
with then young daughters in tow)
oft times lacked conscientious wherewithal,
how embarrassing offspring felt
at their buffoon papa appearing,
intimating, kickstarting... rapport
at first blush evincing politesse,
yet keen eldest progeny
adept to discern in apropos overture,
despite being well mannered
couched foray, an unconscious insinuation
discerned, hinted, leveraged...
unspoken ulterior motive,
yet honest to dog overt blurting
complement toward veritable stranger
essentially, intrepidly, overtly...
stated genuine pleasantry
attempting to recoup losses
from utterly abysmal
socially withdrawn adolescence
could easily be interpreted
as sexual innuendo
(particularly witnessed by
acutely perceptive first born),
whose reverence, asper in this dada
plummeted, especially cuz
similar instances occurred,
where ambiguity
to formulate unfavorable conclusion
tacked on her growing
list of gripes against dada
loosely analogous to Martin Luther,
whereby his “95 Theses,”
which propounded two central beliefs -
the Bible and central religious authority -
humans may reach salvation only
by their faith and not by their deeds -
was to spark Protestant Reformation,
which essentially kindled
figurative fuel to the fire
incrementally cleaving paternal dotage
undesirable, no matter Pedophilia
never goaded what in mine mind
amounted proving daring do,
since suppressed infatuations
decades past, this then
extremely reclusive knew
nothing about powder milk biscuits
to give shy people the strength
they need to get up and
do what needs to be done.
Thus, an apologia without exception,
whether or not these words seen to deux
darling daughters, plus
other gals who experienced discomfort
at innocuous attempt
to get linkedin with
whirling wide webbing of women.
(my fashionably late xmas greeting
could long foster for this century 21 a meeting
of thee poetic minds pleasantry sent once
boot not worth reap peat ting).
up in the air
mine barrel sized girth
sloshes with cheap beer
wishing many strangers
happy holidays and good cheer
making me suitable
as santa claus and his team of rein deer
chewing gum to avoid
popping in both left and right ear
yet the rickety sleigh
may not become air borne I fear
landing ungracefully
scattering presents and gear
if wooden contraption alights,
a horrendous crash many will hear
no doubt instigating
children and adults to jeer
comparing this jolly fellow to king lear
yet running for the hills
as this mad man gets considerably near
the madding crowd,
who expected a more
healthy saint nick to a pear
with healthy physique
instead of the trademark outsize rear
which cause for observers
to guffaw and sneer
whereby my trademark suit
will seemingly tear
and reveal that this clown
wears frilly under wear
prompting me to avoid
accepting this role for next year.
People are duck-walking,
The ice has stuck,
only the sky just above my top lip
is melting.
I move forward
by counting the parked cars
on this side of the morning.
A bundled-up woman I knew
from last winter stares at me,
she is way across the street,
sheets of black ice divide is.
Hands wave inside suede mittens
makes me think of cold kittens
like the one I did not save
one winter, abandoned, it looked past me
into its own abandonment.
today it’s me out here in the dead-eyed light.
The woman across the sheet ice
is a figure under a skating sky.
I imagine that she only believes
in a warmer memory of me,
figments are fragments
on this cracking ice.
She was in service in Vietnam
she nursed,
this part of her I remember,
but the weathered face
underneath her mouth-covering scarf
does not smile at me.
She is done with healing.
I understand,
why should we even try a pleasantry
abandoned as we are
on this street
that keeps sliding forward
forgetting for us
our last but one footsteps.
You can tear me apart with your words
That line by line wound deeper still
And yet you appear to not see the knife
you use to slowly bleed my soul.
No matter, for when in innocence
I relay back to those I trust
to see if my pains are misfelt
or misunderstood, they''ll fuel.
What I say to someone close
when hurt I deem to say in confidence,
that such conversation style with fact
is in own home should remain as that.
But wait, no, for there is a Judas among us
one who betrays such confiding.
For they will twist, turn and tear
every word taken for to assume gossip.
Chinese whispers,
a bit here, less there and then wait.
Telephone will ring
and then accusations outpour.
I would not mind,
but this is second time
after its come down to helping out
one who needs it at time.
There will not be a third
for within your jealous trinity
I shall entrust no more.
For no need have I to play such games.
Lost you will remain
until such times as you realise
and apologise between you.
Where you'll hurt one another more.
Maybe then you will see
it was the one not from same mold
for that was indeed the one
who kept all quiet until now.
Knowing this one said this
That one does that
They did the other
'Tis no interest nor business of mine.
The one who for too many times
let the ice melt from her back
to warm with pleasantry once more
Even though she'd had enough long, long before.
Written: September 09, 2023
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In the sphere of exuberance and delight.
Places where relationships provide insight.
There's a sweetness in the mellowness.
Emotion embellished without devilishness
Intoxication of perpetual bliss,
Unceasing happiness, a blessed kiss
Of goodness and joyfulness combined,
In connubial union, two souls entwined.
A love unending, forever blessed,
In the sacred vows, they have professed.
In this realm of unending delight,
Rapture and felicity bear flight.
Everlastingly, it shall be,
A nirvana of love for all to foresee.
Ageless and eternal, their love shall be,
A pleasantry of ecstasy and glee.
In the realm of geniality and cheer,
Their compatibility shines clear.
Exuberance and joy cram the air,
As their love blossoms beyond compare.
With evermore beatitude they reside,
In married bliss, they cannot hide.
Congeniality and blissfulness abound,
As they create their own paradise found.
In the realm of amenity and peace,
Their love shall never cease.
Eternal and heavenly, their bond will be,
Committed bliss for eternity.
**********************To Beautiful... Forever on my mind**************************
I awake to such pleasantry
her beautiful face once more
I get dressed, grab my keys
and head for the front door
I try to think of anything
to relieve my mind of her
I can't get anything done
my mind is slightly blurred
she has me twisted
it's not like me,
sprung, bewitched
I'm slowly dropping to my knees
For twenty two years
been friends
For eighteen months
been lovers
I care for her most
there is no-one else
above her
******************************
My pager vibrates
than blares out loud
what a hellacious sound
I recognize the number
her mother is calling me
is it a special occasion?
because for nothing do we agree.
She answers with a sniffle
mumbling incoherently
Beautiful has been shot
in a convenience store robbery
My blood drained quickly,
face turned casper white.
My legs turned to Jell-O
now i've lost my sight
I used whatever strength I had
whatever I could muster
I had to reach the hospital
to tell her that I love her.
Be there when she needs me most
be strong and show no pain.
Hold back my tears,
going against my grain.
By the time I reached her bedside
able to hold her hand.
The doctor said "We've lost her"
" We've done everything we can.."
The Red-Line Sounds.......................................................................................................
..........:JP)...................
My Esteemed Comrades,
Fellow devotees of the Sacred Process -
It feels as though I've never left,
As though we've always been here
Around a table
Inside a room
No windows No doors
Our collective voice falls on my ears
With all the pleasantry
Of sheet metal being slowly torn apart.
We have moved with all the expedition
Of snails racing across arctic tundra mudflats.
Our work is as relevant
As the growth of our toenails.
Our decisions as meaningful
As Babylonian algebra.
Our goals as clear as anyone's could be,
Before their Thorazine wears off.
This has been as much fun for me
As licking salt with a papercut tongue.
I've grown to love these meetings;
They define my life.
I even dream of them.
They are my answer to the great Koan of the Void.
So when I die,
Fill my emptied veins with coffee black as space.
Call a meeting with Supreme Chair God,
To discuss the agenda of my DNA -
Record the Minutes of my life,
Weigh their worth against the sands of time,
Submit them for Review and Approval
To the Creation Committee
Before the universe implodes and the whole thing starts again -
Establish Rules of Order for the Ritual Dance,
The Alpha and Omega Circle of Proceedure,
For the Beginning of the End of the End of the Beginning
Of the
Next
Eternal
Meeting!
I mustn’t shiver I mustn’t quake
Alas, of late
I have more than one candidate
My 1st favorite teacher is…
Mrs. Hammin my teacher with green hair
In the six grade she set the stage
For that I give a grand hip-hip Hooray
And coming in 2nd but yet ties for first place
Is my eighth grade junior high teacher Miss Hanger
She’d was into black history you must know your origins
Or she’s shame you right down to your roots, WOW! Ya
You must be first obedient to God Country and parents
I was chosen as one of the three in junior high to receive
Junior Achievement Award (for just being me) hey!
Also last but not least she too, ties for 1st place
It an ex-Nun, Military woman Bernice Godowski
Her stern pleasantry and writing mastery
She sparked me in creativity in my creative writing class
You see reading, writing so exciting
Verses and lore’s that’s what I glean and gotten
I thank God these educating sisters. . .
All three tie it’s my decision
Mrs. Hammin
Mrs. Hanger
Miss. Godowski
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