Long Randy Poems
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“come fluttering words, come drifting words to me…”
A Rambling Poet
A mere housemaid awakens before morning light.
Eyes wide, she bolts upright to the bed’s edge, as if late for work, though she
never is.
Another beautiful day to labor away.
Polishing silver all day has its advantages.
Each piece polishes to a looking glass, each a porthole to her dreams.
As she stares into the final polished vase, her weary face transforms into the face of
a lovely, fair skinned maiden.
Soft red lips highlight her perfect cheek bones and straight nose.
A simple pink ribbon holds her long, auburn hair in place.
Sparkling green eyes and a happy smile portray her excitement as she admires her
floor length pastel summer dress.
“Oh my, It’s time for my evening stroll,” she reminds herself.
Twirling once, she heads out the door leading to the apple orchard.
Barely noticing the orchard’s beauty, she strolls toward the stone steps leading to her favorite place, the stone rose garden.
Making her way down the steps, she immediately notices someone has placed two arrangements onto the platform from the stone cabinet.
As she bends to smell the flowers, she accidentally brushes some petals off, sending them floating to the platform and moss covered stone walk.
Closing her eyes, she lets the essence take her back a dozen years to a young girl
planting pink roses with her mother.
“There’s not a lot of room to plant,” her mother would say. “Two inches of soil between all this stone is what we have to work with.”
She opens her eyes to find herself staring into the polished silver vase.
Her tired, smudged face reminds her it’s time to go home.
Something different catches her eye in the polished looking glass.
Her long auburn hair is no longer neatly bundled under her cleaning bonnet, but held in place by a simple pink ribbon.
Randy Steele
July 25, 2011
"What Is She Thinking?" contest
Folks living by the coast line
have been given an unpleasant evacuation order, not a warning,
" Evacuate immediately, Sandy is coming with rain
and strong gusts...some of you will refuse to leave town,
standing on the beach watching
the hurricane's four feet tides rise....are you insane? "
The concerned cop on the loud speaker says,
" Take what you can and hop in your car and head for
the Evacuation Center...there you'll be safe! "
Hesitation persists on their stubborn faces...
" Take your kids to a safer place, food and clothes will be available! "
An elderly woman screams, " Listen to him and go! "
I have seen a dozen storms, but hurricane Sandy is a vicious name!"
" Go, don't let any children shake and ramble! "
Randy has already hit the Jersey shore,
and slowing moving up to New York's Harbor;
another exodus from this Melting Pot
that once was struck by a terrorists' attack...
now, a Natural Disaster. " Sins of wicked people! "
That preacher on Third Avenue shouts while ringing a bell,
" Turn to God and He will not punish anyone anymore! "
" Shut up!" A punk smoking crack tells him..." Who's this God
whom you are talking about? Why is he so angry and uses the rod? "
I was His child, but today my master is the Devil! "
When hurricane Sandy comes, I won't be waiting for vicious killer winds,
be blown away as glass shatters and rooftops fall;
I will be safe in my home, praying for the ones in danger.
" Everyone listen and heed, hurricanes are no jokes...pack your belongings
and flee to safety! Isn't it life-threatening to all?"
I grab the car keys and off I go with uncombed hair.
Hide and seek is a child's game played while
Adults oversee.
With Sandy
The blood hound
Resting under a near by tree.
Randy
Who is first up has closed his eyes
Counting one... two..... three.
One child yells don't peek. You can hear
Children moving all around.
As the seeker is listening intensely
He yells out is everyone where they want
To be?
Ready or not here I come for thee.
There's always one who makes not a sound
Touches the tree
Then yells I am home free.
Now three
Have gotten past me.
There is still more ground
To cover as another child trys to get past.
At last
All Children are found.
The first child caught is the seeker while
The last one is the winner of this round.
I have relatives all over the USA, in one state or another.
Thanks to my randy great-grandparents who could not keep their hands off each other.
They had eighteen children, sometimes in two’s, and most of their children had ten.
Eight was considered a failure to the family, it truly had to be at least ten, back then.
Their tiny Iowa farmhouse was so ridiculously small, it was crazy.
But they raised nine fine sons, and nine ambitious daughters, and none of them was lazy.
We had our family reunions on an extensively long flatbed truck.
We went on hayrides, and we played with twenty-something cousins in the muck.
I have relatives all over the USA, in one state or another.
Thanks to my randy great-grandparents who could not keep their hands off each other.
I have so many crush everywhere
Palpable and inner beauties, seen and felt somewhere
Likeness of Hedy, Audrey, Soraya, Oona, Grace, Lucille, Jayne, Yvonne, Sophia, Debbie, Doris, Patti, Eydie, Skeeter, Brenda, Lesley, Holly, Sookie, Millie, Tammy, Sandy, Connie, Timi, Anne, Patsy, Claudia, Julie, Patti, Juice, Janie, Janis, Minnie/Andrea, Stacy, Shelley, Stevie, Laura, Carole, Mary, Melissa, Maureen, Patti, Agnetha, Anni-Frida, Randy C, Angela, Vesta, Deniece, Linda, Crystal, Teri, Whitney, Jane, Jacklyn, Morgan, Sondra, Sandra, Nadia, Olga, Kelly, Kim, Michelle, Debra, Geena, Ashley, Renee, Diana, Liza, Bette, Ann, Nancy, Keren W, Michael S, Chaka Khan, Isabella, Rebecca, Jeanne, Faith, Beverly, Alicia S, Alison, Leigh, Avril, Laura, Maryam, Izabella, Josie, Elena, Silvia... from East and West, I surely do.
From North and South are my classmates, friends...
and You!
Little Bo Peep her head full of soft cotton wool
Lost sheep! No wonder. She thinks her ram is a bull
Over the hills and far far away
forever these sheep are astray
whilst their little plump bellies remain, delightedly full
There once was a sweetheart with title of Cinderella
Met a desperate and randy old fella
In her carriage she fled
prefer he stayed out of her bed
If she has to she'll hide way down in the cellar
Hickory Dickory Dock a big electric clock
shorted out, three mice endured a shock
The farmers wife's knife very blunt
Kept their tails laughed at her stunt
Will they run up again they'll immediately now take stock
There was a tarantula spider well known as Incy or Ipsy
Hotel every Friday always came tottering home very tipsy
His dwelling is named the Web Inn
When drunk renamed Wobble In
Constructed inside a web that's attractive and wispy
Humpty Dumpty he sat on a ten metre wall
Such a conceited big head he was due for a fall
Suddenly bricks took a tumble
Humpty now atop this big jumble
Come stick me together that was his desperate call
Jack an invitation to step sister Jill
Together lets go sliding down this long hill
Jill ripped her pants
can't wear them to dance
But the sliding together gave them a wonderful thrill
Little Miss Muffet sat perched on her tuffet
The porridge too hot to eat she said stuff it
Through her guts went the curds
passed out now as turds
She then arrived to eat some fruit at a buffet
Little Jack Horner still remains in the same corner
For many years an inveterate mourner
Once pulled out the plum
That injured his bum
Decided it's time to cheer himself up so dived inside a hot sauna
If you’re very lucky, you may find
The type of handyman
Who can take care of the problems
That you now no longer can.
Climb a ladder to the roof? No prob -
It’s what he likes to do
And while up there, he will clean
The cloudy skylights, just for you.
Clogged up gutters? With some gloves
He’ll scoop out leaves and dirt and gunk,
Staying cheerful through it all.
(I know that I’d be in a funk.)
When he’s finished, he will lowball
What he thinks that you should pay.
Do you know of anybody else
Who’d act in that same way?
Handy Randy is this person
Who is capable and fair
And reliable and really nice,
These attributes so rare.
Bountiful castles with walls of sand
Each grain an intricate part
Albatross squawk in high demand
Con morsels from those with soft hearts
Hot bodies bask in the blazing sun
Bikinis boast dangerous curves
Lifeguards patrol tanned to well done
As surfers show off their steel nerves
Nautical transports battle the swells
Kites soar aloft dot the sky
Enveloped in rays and happy kid yells
Transfers to a new level high
Blankets of color protect fragile skin
Immense weight of stress melts away
Nod off gently and try to imagine
Going to work every day
On a beach where work is like play
Randy Steele
Beach Blanket Bingo contest
Z apping a Beautiful Countess Doesn’t Ever Get Her
I n Juicy Kiss Lip Mode, No, Or Picking Que’s Roses. She Takes Useless Vows With X,Y,Z.
G ee, He In Jest Kids Lady May! Not Owning Prince Q’s Randy Stanchion ;) Tactfull..
U nderlings Vacillate Wildly! X, Y, Z…..
R un! Showing Tail Untoward. Vowing Woefully X Y Z…
A dd Buxom Countess’s Ditties Each *** Grins. Harry Is Just Keen Liking Majesty’s
N ew Outdoor Palace Quarters Randomly Searching...
T ents Under Vassals Winking Xamination Yet Zapping.
E fforts Fail Gratifying HRS, Instead Just King Leo Mounts New Obstacles. Protesting…
Queenie Risks Suffering To Untie Vicious Wack-jobs, X Y Z.
*My seven letter word is ZIGURATE..THE FORM IS A COMBINATION OF
ACCROSTIC & ABC
Although I seethe with fingers clenched
to silence this mad virus in my marrow,
the sight of favored quality time for siblings
gnaws this band of jealousy, untamed.
Being second or third best, rage is my ally,
igniting a fury hidden inside this chest
an expanding tremor ready to pounce back...
do you smell the pain when I reach for you?
Stop the excuse that we are many kids... liars!
As a middle child, hand-me downs are gifts;
the eldest wears silk; young Randy...leather
while I sit far off in a theater like a pile of rags.
Faking a deathly nightmare in the grim of nightfall,
Mom and Dad rush to feed my thirst for attention
and while I whisper slowly about this, my revenge;
the jaundiced ghost of abandonment is unleashed...
and they brush my hair through new moon's tint
oh full of concern...without the need to speak.
Shadow Hamilton's Contest
Through Their Eyes #2 Posted 9/9/2015
Resubmitted 8/16/2016