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So slick and sexy. Purred past Temple Bar.
That throaty engine advertising punch.
All legal London, strolling out for lunch,
with turning heads declared, “Now that’s a car!”
So many barristers are – if not losers,
low earners and slow learners. I was one.
I, plodding back from Penge, felt put upon:
a plea, a pittance. Now for Holborn’s boozers.
That mean machine was not for saps like me.
I turned my face towards the threatening rain,
and started wearily up Chancery Lane.
A cup of tea and, hopefully, a fee
awaited me in Chambers. Alloy wheels
slid sleekly, silently – stopped at my side.
That car again! I watched the window glide
wide open. And I almost had to kneel
to see the driver. Handsome. Tall and thin.
The shirt was pastel pink, the tie was silk.
The suit was Savile Row, or of that ilk.
His words astonished me. “Well, clamber in!”
And then the penny dropped. It’s Alex R!
Agility has never been my thing,
so Reaney waited, engine idling,
as I shoe-horned myself into his car.
We’d known each other at the School of Law,
but then our paths had radically diverged.
Me, in pleas and poverty submerged,
and he, the wide blue skies of Libel to explore.
“I’ll run you back to Chambers – beat the rain.”
He asked me what had occupied my morning.
For him, the King’s Bench judges were adjourning.
I’d copped a plea in Penge – how to explain?
The major stars had Alex at the helm
when they unleashed their lawsuits on the press.
Defending thefts of bicycles – and less –
was my domain. He ruled a regal realm.
His clients of the moment, man and wife,
were household names. They’d sold their wedding day
to paparazzi, who refused to pay.
The plaint was something weird, like “Stolen Life”.
The man, from Delaware, big hair, and Jewish.
They crank out movies like there’s no tomorrow
(Chicago, Basic Instinct, Traffic, Zorro):
the girl, from Aberdare – think Cher, and shrewish.
To talk of money is a vulgar thing,
but I was desperate to know his fee.
The forty quid I’d earned, I wouldn’t see
for months to come. His wrists were dripping bling.
We’d be at Chambers in another minute.
“So, Alex,” (best to blurt the damn thing out),
“a case like that. You’re looking at … about …?”
He grinned at me and said, “you’re sitting in it.”
I never spoke for him to leave, to follow and take my hand,
But I fear I may have, with something more powerful,
Than the sounds slipping off my tongue and through my teeth.
It may have been the way my teeth bit down on my lips,
-coloring them crimpson
Or the husky sighs that called his name through the hours of night.
It may have been the way he looked into my eyes,
- half down lids, smoldering in his gaze,
Those honey warmth a were looking into the skies and found,
-the universe instead.
The galaxy was now his to love, he had found the looking glass to heavens gardens.
I never used my words - but it may have been the way my hips swayed,
My curbs like temples to be conquered by his hands.
Oh and how I loved the way he roamed over my land,
He loved my valleys and my mountains, my river was the fountain of his youth.
I loved the way his voice purred and called me to the bedroom.
It may have been The way my fingers ran through his hair,
Teaching him that he could enjoy the things he never had,
Smooth legs curled up in his lap, soft lips drawing over his skin.
It could have been my smoothness or the smell I let drift and waft over his senses,
Or perhaps the color of my hair, it's soft curls wrapped around his finger,
Maybe it was the way my fingers kneaded the rocks from his shoulders,
-till his tension turned to sand.
Nails caressing his back, crawling to his chest to draw circles in his silk.
The way my hands smoothed over his body, easing his thoughts,
Erasing his worries, drawing the breath from his lips.
I welcomed him home with arms wrapped around his body and dancing eyes,
-my smile sparkled in the twilight.
I stroked his soul and made it quiver, showed it how to dance,
I lit a fire blazing deep inside him, halting time with my gaze,
And I could feel the crystal constellations threatening to fill the oceans with stars,
Maybe it was the way I rubbed my face against his skin,
Nuzzling his tender spots with affection, building his strength,
He read me like his favorite book, falling in love with my lines,
My letters dripping sweet from his lips, his fingers caressing down my spine.
I didn't speak the words, but my body bid him to come home.
I remember being a little remote control. My chassis
was sound and I was beeping all the time. My handlers
were amused to drive me around. I was happy to please them.
It made me feel sound.
Then they took me to the track to teach me to race.
It seemed like I crashed all over the place.
Into this one and that with horrible splats.
Then they made us sleep on these crazy floor mats.
There were speeders who were so cool and fast
and I was easy enough to pass.
They laughed at me and I felt like a fool
but my handlers wanted me to be in school.
Then there were those who ran very slow
They ran like trucks with things to tow
And it seemed like I was getting bogged down too
with weights like dummy, drip-nose and pugh!
As I got bigger my engine grew
and I quit banging into you, you and you.
And occasionally, I'd stop to take a fight
and settle a score or show my might.
But mostly I went cruising about, flexing
my muscles, lettin' it all hang out!
Showing off was really a very great thrill
especially when a girl liked my shiny, chrome grill.
There were some who liked me and polished my chrome!
And I sometimes thought I should take her home.
Then there were those who lied right from their heart,
they made me feel bad and my engine wouldn't start.
It hurt bad to feel like a broken go-kart
and they didn't care if they broke my little heart.
It made me angry and I wanted revenge.
I thought of ancient powers from darkest StoneHenge.
I wanted to hurt them down deep inside but something
stopped me, I think it was pride.
They just weren't worth it somehow I knew
and I waited with grace until I met you.
You were shiny and white with chromium delight.
Colors and stripes all looking right!
I couldn't help but fall in love
with a car that resembled a spicy, love dove.
My headlights beamed and my motor purred
I couldn't stop beeping while my oil was stirred
I raced around and pulled up straight away
and said, "hello there darlin' I'm sayin hey, hey!"
You smiled and laughed and made me feel at home
and we sparkled and shined no longer alone
And I realized it was nice to be in this place with you
even though we both were no longer new.
Disappointed Devil - Hood Das Fume And Fret
'Curse darned demon
of that thar
underworld nudged me abet
as a permanent solution
to a temporary problem
i.e. principally no money
and rising debt
not for a long time didst
I feel so distressed didst,
where no amount of
optimism could get
back joie de vivre ebullient elan,
that oft times fines me jet
ting hither and yon, to and fro,
until spent energy met
fatigue, whence sand
man gave his pet
tickle yore sleep inducing
sprinkling granular set
tat heave, albeit
non off fence sieve tet
deep slumber didst
hone like a whet
stone, less drastic alternative versus
welcoming grim reaper, yet
eventually, aye reckon
this human machine
moost give up the ghost
boot not now,
cuz this moment hike ken boast...,
an immediate diminution
of anguish, viz unlike as told
yesterday, the monthly doled
social security automatic direct
electronic deposit extolled
joyus relief, viz checking account
death rattle didst sense a gold
din shimmer and em bold
qua slight monetary profusion
lowering destitution,
asper dearth of monies
allowing ease to un fold,
which severe dire straits rolled
forward respite
with money for nothing
oppressive full (rick kitty)
full Nelson neck
i.e. near choke hold
rejuvenated brittle psyche mold
during self feeling auld
also attendant temp
purred critical pull
away woe decreased yielding
(all "talk" and no action),
following thru with desperate,
sans destructive (irreversible)
actions unable to hold,
metaphorical tiger of despair
by the figurative tail,
where soul of mine
almost got "sold"
for a pittance (NOT penitence)
to the Prada devil
(or similar facsimile thereof)
rational self didst scold
spewing idle "FAKE"
hollw we ning suicidal threats,
not necessarily bold
cuz, this scribe did not write
his last (nor first,
second, third...) will
and testament before death,
would hove found
me stiff and cold.
Preface to this brief bitty
written snap ting snapshot – word ditty
dates back before I reached gritty
age of eight and fifty, aye recall a kitty
rescued by my youngest sister, who took pity
and felt aghast,
at a potential cruel fate no witty.
Upon return home from an Antioch College coup
(so many diverse work experiences required -
some involving offal goop
i.e. case in point being this anecdote,
which may fall outside the loop
of common “hands on
off fish shawl” employment,
thee tasks on par with handling poop
stoically accepted by Shari Todd
(name of said sibling),
who when home from Davis, California
(albeit temporarily, and before she returned
to Yellow Springs, Ohio) divulged
how she did scoop
dread, dreck, dregs, et, cetera –
i.e. by product amidst fish farm
didst set her dead against being linkedin
purr animal cruelty, thus play role of troop
er – which tummy
earned her kudos a resounding whoop!
* * * * * * * * * * *
Before launching into this poem purr say
lemme mention how thine late mother
took an immediate affinity and hence no delay
that this lucky creature became akin to a bebe.
Main Coon, Felis catus, nicknamed Boozie
raccoon features, face mask, brown thick costume
handsome boy, affectionate personality, expressively vocal
Pink wet nose, emerald eyes, pointed ears
cavernous mouth, sharp teeth, rough tongue
striped design, massive fluffy fur, bushy tail
Soft paws, padded cushions, retractable blades
wild animal, predation urge, survival instinct
agile movement, swift motion, unfortunate victim
Door prize, flies feast, whitened bones
loyalty strong, pageant display,
splayed across kitchen table courtly dignity
Quiet house, sonar sounded, Cheshire upward smile
purred softly, rubbed legs, warm vacant lap
Jumping agility, firmly sequestered
Contentment expressed, internal hum, reciprocal therapy
beautiful petsmart, little monkey, comfortably sleeps
peaceful slumber, wakeful stretch, ideal life
Fortunate intervention, cat whisker to demise,
brush avoided becoming piscine meal,
kingly privileged role, heartfelt love.
I next encountered the divine
Many years later in Berkeley, California
I had gone home to be with my Mother
While taking leave from my job
in the Foreign Service
I had two weeks there by myself
My wife came later
near the end of the trip
Every morning I woke up
Had my coffee, and breakfast
Did yoga while listening to music
And looking out at the garden
Then spoke to my mother
Who was sliding into dementia
Day by day losing her reason
Then I would go out
And explore the city
Go to a museum
Go to one neighborhood
And just be there
Rediscovering the Bay area
After years of being away
Having dinner with old friends
Seeing movies etc
Every morning a black cat came to visit
The cat was friendly and waited for me
And then would join me in my morning rambles
Following me to the bus stop
I stated talking to the black cat
He looked at me with the spark of divinity
In his dark eyes
I called him the cosmic cat
He seemed to like that
He would look at me
And I opened up to me
Told the cat all my dark secrets
As I walked the streets
Of the old neighborhood
Every morning and every evening the cat
Would be there to greet me
And to carry out our endless conversation
Then I had to leave
And in our final conversation
I asked the cosmic cat
Say, Cat are you just a cat
Or are you a demonic cat
Are you possessed by God
Or by Satan
The cat looked at me
And I realized that God
Was indeed residing in the cat
But that god was residing everywhere
All I had to do was open my mind
And the rest would follow
So I said Good bye to the cosmic cat
And he purred and came up to me
And I felt the comforting presence
Of the divine spirit of God
As I said goodbye to the cosmic cat
And said goodbye to my mother
As this was the last time
That we would be able to really talk
I told my mother about the cosmic cat
She smiled and said that the cat
was there for me and her
to comfort us both in our hour of need
and that the cat was indeed
a cosmic cat
published in Scarlet Leaf Review November 2017
Peasant girl was now a knight’s wife
Enjoying the step up in life
For a spell
She left the desert in order for the two to gel
One day working the romantic wishing well
Relationship was not a kiss and tell
Still giving the honeymoon a try
With the trusting coyote companion at her side
Acting like the survival guide
Both enjoying the outdoor air
Not noticing a potential scare
Hidden inside the snow covered mountains
Melting water like a fountain
Things started to shake and stir
An avalanche rumbled and purred
Running back to the couple’s enchanting suite
Hoping her beau the knight could perform a heroic feat
Opening the door Mrs. Knight feeling frozen heat
Yelled, “oh sweet!”
No need to repeat
The knight with the golden locks
Was there when opportunity knocks
“It is my goal
To be ever so bold,”
Giving him a hug
On their matrimony rug
“An avalanche went on a power play
I do not know what to say!”
After kissing
Knight with golden locks went listening
Coming up quickly with a goal
To fight the crumbling cold
Another avalanche suddenly occurred
Two lovers watched the escaping birds
Realizing there was a problem
And they were at the bottom
Penalizing nature claiming event foul
One on one netter after which the knight took a bow
Feeling nice and secure
Still having a bride every so pure
Fascinated with her mate’s idea that was a cure
Everything seemed clear
Until in his ear
Came the words “oh dear”
Avalanche took another shot
Slab of ice looking for a resting stop
“Honey, please make it stop?”
Our faithful knight
Was turning a seasonal fluffy white
Needed extra time to think
Avalanche pushing him to the brink
Grabbing his magic stone
Asking for assistance he did groan
Suddenly everything was calm
No sound of a wintry bomb
Success in hand
Once again the world no longer in a jam
“Touché!” the knight did command
Disaster avoided from a well thought out plan
Due to the knight with golden locks taking a stand
And building the mystical dam
They say just there beyond the valley, that
there lived inside a house, a little cat
who never went outside to run and play;
she had to spend her time indoors each day.
Beside the window, curled up on a chair,
her heart was saddened by the nasty glare
of every cat that passed within her sight-
with eyes of fear and looking for a fight.
One day, a while back, she’d gone outside,
but never stayed out long- came in to hide.
The kitties laughed and chided her, and so
would not befriend her; she became their foe.
They called her Rainbow Cat- her owners named
her that, because her fur was brightly flamed
with colors- yellow, green and red, and blue
laid out in arcs; like rainbows, her fur grew.
Now Rainbow Cat, aware that she was shy
and different from others that passed by,
began to think of other ways to cope-
to make them like her- so there was some hope.
She thought and thought, whatever can I do
to let them know beneath this colored ‘doo’
there lives a nice smart kitten just like them
and, not a kitty cat they should condemn.
That night it came to her within a dream;
come morning, she began to smile and beam.
Her owner left the door somewhat ajar
as they left home for shopping in their car.
Her bowl of yummy dry food in the room
was filled up to the top and without gloom,
she carried dry food nibbles, one by one,
out through the door onto the porch, till done.
She stood beside her feast- began to eat;
and soon the cats came by, did not retreat-
But, closer to the porch they came to see
that Rainbow Cat had planned a cat party.
They came to share the feast each, one by one,
and Rainbow Cat was happy they had come!
The cats now saw beneath her rainbow fur-
she was a kitty just like them and purred.
November 2, 2014
~1st Place~
Contest: Sweet Fairytale For Children
Sponsor: BJ Legros Kelley
Judged: 05/06/2023
~1st Place~
Contest: Fable to the Rescue
Sponsor: Carol Eastman
Judged 11/18/2014
Moral: Never judge people by how they look:
What is inside is what really counts.
Ride of the Scarecrow Clan
(To: Mittens)
She was born in the corn on a cold misty morn,
the most beautiful cat on the farm.
(I must keep her from coming to harm!)
The most beautiful kitty inspired this ditty
with whiskers that whisper her charm,
wild white whiskers that whisper her charm.
But the angels grew jealous, much too overzealous,
they schemed up a dastardly plan,
that they stole from a bad bogeyman.
They would use and abuse all their magic, so tragic,
and conjure the Scarecrow Clan,
for their devilish dastardly plan.
The Clan owed them a favor for past misbehavior,
behavior so foul and so cruel,
they would ride when moon became full!
When the moon elevated they rose animated
to drown Mitten’s in the cesspool.
As they hunted they started to drool.
Hunting high, hunting low, riding ‘round to and fro,
the Clan frantically searched helter-skelter,
for young Mittens who found a safe shelter.
As they howled and they growled all the air became fouled,
but they couldn’t find Mittens’ safe shelter.
“When we find her, in acid we’ll melt her!”
Could these four scarecrows stoop to even new lows
as they hunt by light of the moon?
(Better hurry the dawn will come soon!)
Long they hunted and haunted but she was undaunted,
she laughed at the bumbling buffoons,
while she purred out some kitty cat tunes.
Curled with grace in a space near the warm fireplace,
for the Scarecrow Clan fears the fire.
(Just the thought of it makes them perspire.)
So they searched and they lurched in the fields near the church,
growing desperate, dejected, and dire,
for the sunlight will make them expire.
Without warning came morning, but there was no mourning,
the angels’ black magic was shattered,
and the Scarecrow Clan riders battered.
Under natural law the Clan turned back to straw,
and their straw o’er the cornfield was scattered.
She'll be safe now and that’s all that mattered.
13-March-2020 (Friday the 13th). First Place in "A Rattling Rhyme" poetry contest sponsored by Nina Parmenter
Did you hear about the moose, who thought he was a goose? He swam and he honked and even waddled when he walked. But it would make you cry, if you had seen it with your own eyes, the morning when that moose tried to fly.
Once there was a hog, who thought he was a dog. He barked then he sniffed and even chased after sticks. But oh, how that hog did moan and groan, when all he got for dinner was just an old soup bone.
Grandma had a rat, that thought it was a cat. It meowed then it scratched and even purred when she patted it. But when it wouldn’t chase a mouse, she threw it out of her house.
Did you hear the story of an ox that wanted to be a fox? Each day the ox pulled a cart, as around the farm the fox would dart. Then one morning fair, the ox on a dare, ran away to play all day with his friend the fox. As evening came and hungry from his play, the ox asked the fox “Have you any hay?” “Nay!” exclaimed the fox. So right there and then, the ox headed for his pen and ran away never again.
My Uncle had a monkey who thought he was a donkey. That monkey hee-hawed and walked around on all fours. That monkey even changed his name to Eeyore. But when we put the sacks, heavy upon his back, to haul them into town. The monkey fell flat against the ground and claimed he was no donkey; he was simply monkeying around.
Then there is the sorry tale of a whale trying to be a snail. The whale moved about so slow she got carried away in the under tow. When her friends wanted her to flip about and shout, all she did was pout and lay about. But the saddest part to tell, is when that whale thought she had a shell.
Have you heard the story of the hare who wanted to be a bear? They rollicked about all spring, summer and fall. But when winter came and the bear went to hibernate, that hare decided he didn’t want to be a bear after all.
Now here’s the moral of this whole mixed up tale. When you try to be someone else, you think is very cool, you will always end up, looking like a fool.
For you are you and that should do!