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Curly headed Sadie warned the dragon bright
Better stay away from here, especially tonight
My daddy is on alert, that you gave me a fright.
Now that I know you, I want you to be all right.
The dragon was insistent, and liked Sadie so much.
He kept flitting and flirting, just out of her touch.
He asked to touch her bunny, and she said one little time.
So he gently felt its bunny paw, and then he said it’s mine.
Sadie snatched back her bunny and gave him what for fast.
She told him he’d best get out of there, if he wanted to last.
She told him her daddy wanted to shoot him in the head.
If that happened, she warned him, he would be promptly dead.
The dragon could not take the hint, due to the butterflies.
He was their guardian, and had to watch them with his eyes.
So he and Sadie made a pact, and kept it hard and good.
They would be friends forever, and he’d do whatever he could.
To guard not only the faeries, but Sadie, for she was a delight.
He agreed because of her daddy’s temper, he would stay out of sight.
They were forever friends, this dragon, and this little Sadie Honey.
Never getting into it unless he touched her sacred brown stuffed bunny.
Paternal grandmother's headstone - Beth David, Elmont, Long Island
Shaindel (Sadie), variant of Shana Harris
died May 13th, 1959 exquisitely chiseled
alphanumeric characters legibly engraved
sepulchral casket entombing lovely bones
deoxyribonucleic acid repurposed into me
Matthew Scott Harris patronymic protector,
when I die taking family surname to netherland
who unwittingly named his youngest daughter
after his recently deceased father's mother.
Mortality encompasses subsequent cremation
never mind death of yours truly unbeknownst
mine soul will migrate towards deceased kith
kindred folks only known courtesy genealogy
descendents called Eastern Europe homeland
upon landing at Ellis Island émigrés hugged
immigration officials and illegibly scribbled
unpronounceable/ unreadable birth names
subsequently adopting common shorthand.
Chromosomes reconstituted genetic material
gifted from forebears ecstatic immigrants apt
to be regaled by relatives hustling newcomers
into fast paced frenzy, the latter gesticulating
at cityscape marveling over hubbub jabbering
babble synchronized in tandem with hawkers
and vendors selling, peddling comestibles,
gewgaws, papers, et cetera predating buyer
beware analogous to innocents abroad say
by George an American in Paris humming
Rhapsody in Blue.
Agog regarding novel sights never seen within
father/mother land, viz supposed New World
blitzkrieg eventually quieted, relegated, shelved...
analogous by Dickens perusing tchotchkes
commonly found within olde curiosity shop,
yet no matter acclimatization arose espying
eye opening merchandise, the dirt poor status
regarding bloodlines a couple generations ago
immediate deterrent experienced by Aaron
Harris (papa's father) as a boy, who provided
for his family, their hardscrabble existence
only somewhat alleviated thru hook and crook.
Please pardon poetic license usurped,
especially slight exaggeration of penury
promulgated concerning up by bootstraps
scenario evinced by paternal grandfather
after he attained and emerged out boyhood,
though destitution imprinted thru his infancy
until growing up hardened qua hard school
of knocks limiting him to eighth grade education.
Sadie knows how to make a bad time a great time
I follow her lead, and she soon has me dancing
She is creative and fun, but mostly, self-confident
She knows what to say and when to say it
In touch with her inner child, she can show me a party
A party of one or two or six hundred, it does not matter.
As long as Sadie is there, I will be too.
She is my life line, my confidant, my soul sister, my friend.
We have been there for each other since the beginning of time.
Time when we got our own freedoms and understood ourselves.
Our souls call to each other, for we have a cosmic connection.
She is the one I turn to in crisis, and the one with whom I can laugh the hardest, knowing there is no judgement, only love.
A fine country squire name of Zachary,
Made a fortune in his haberdashery.
The ladies and gents,
Put out a fair pence,
In return for the good squire's advisory.
He fancied a dowager lady,
Known as quiet, fastidious Miss Sadie.
She was quite a good looker,
Also a good cooker,
But there was two sides to this lady.
The squire did call on Miss Sadie.
Demurely she promised him maybe,
They could have tea,
Beneath the Oak tree,
And he began seeing her daily.
One week was all that it took,
And the squire was firmly hooked.
He lost lots of weight,
In one week of dates,
'Cause Sadie really knew how to cook.
Tuesday night was out of sight.
We were all laughing, with delight.
Out of nowhere, came a bleach blond lady.
Eveybody knew her name was Sadie.
Sadie's eyes were about to cry.
When a man like me, came walking by.
I gave her a grin.When she said to me.
'Climb on board, and I'll set you free'.
Sadie was a lady, with a big surprise.
If you spoke the wrong words.
You'd have to compromise.
Lucky and loose, she liked to quiver.
Hands so cold, it would make you shiver.
Sadie had curves, and a body you could admire.
She could warm us all up.
Like a summertime fire.
But her hands were cold.
Like the cold of winter.
Nothing you could say.
Really seemed to matter.
Sadie was a lady, with a luke warm smile.
Make you real happy.
Make you stay for awhile.
Over and over, she would say with a grin.
'Keep the boys happy'.'Let the boys win'.
Sadie would say?
'Let the boys win'.
Over and over again...
Poetry By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2009,2014..ALL rights reserved..
A: I’ll call him AARUSH, ray of sun;
B: And she’ll be BEA, a happy one;
C: COLCHAS is bronze from head to toes;
D: His oaktree brother, DARA, grows;
E: Alive is EFA, she’s a one;
F: And FFION is our foxglove son;
G: There’s GUY, our clever boy the guide;
H: HAKIM, he’s wise - can’t be denied;
I: She works, Our IDA, round the clock;
J: JOANNA says her God, he rocks;
K: Alert, our KACIE tops her class;
L: LATISHA, such a happy lass;
M: As MARCO thinks he’s Mars the god;
N: New baby brother NEO nods;
O: He’s OLAF, proud of kith and kin;
P: And PAULA, she is small and thin;
Q: My QUEENIE she’s a queen - beware;
R: He’s ROAN with the reddest hair;
S: While SADIE, she’s a princess; wild
T: TALULAH, she’s an awful child;
U: As URI is a boy of light;
V: VERONICA, her picture’s right;
W: And WENDY, she’s a friendly soul;
X: But XANDER, he’s a fighter though;
Y: YVETTE, she’s like a yew so tall;
Z: And ZAK, the purest boy of all;
And now I’ve named the little dears;
I must get started – volunteers?
I’m 43, single again and live in England. I don’t have any children (as far as I know, LOL).
For Cyndi’s Z is for Zaria contest
Greetings from Schwenksville, Pennsylvania
today March 1st, 2021
I dashed (off the enclosed poem) yay
while safely secured within
white horse open sleigh
after reading following
pray lemme know if ye uttered oy vey.
Profound insights divulged
during our most recent family zoom
Approximately seven hundred
and fifty four months since exiting womb,
yours truly (sole son
of late Boyce Brandon -
yes she named him
after paternal grandmother
Sadie, her mom's Yiddish name
Basia Brana or Brandla)
me currently ensconced within unit B44
analogous to catacomb
amid Highland Manor Apartments
I dwell - our livingsocial hole in the wall
among grateful dead residents
facility likened to metaphorical tomb
each stone individually moved one at a time
courtesy hearty and hale archeologists
resident to *Qom
(a city in northwestern Iran -
place of pilgrimage for Shiite Muslims)
to imbibe on spiritual succor
and become comfortably numb
acquiring appropriate trailing appellation,
yes a USDA, FDA, B Corp... and
Pink Floyd approved nom de plume,
which feeble poetic brainstorm
begat within mine
sixty plus shades of gray matter,
which exhaustive mental effort
induced silent but deadly ka-boom
one Matthew Scott Harris
rent asunder vaporized to smithereens,
hence each his personal possessions
cherished as prized heirloom
no trace left behind
regarding pulverized lovely bones,
nevertheless burnt offerings
specialists did painstakingly exhume
where Ashkenazi temple will bloom.
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*My humblest apology for lame rhyme
with previous word similar to crypt
yours truly deserted and he gypped
thee while crawling
across Sahara during nighttime
dehydration subsequently
found me tight lipped
I called Uber, but could not get a lyft.
She was a tough old lady with a permanently etched scow
Yep, with old misses Sadie you did not want to run a foul
Sitting out in her chair watching everyone who went by
Just the way she would stare with that one crooked eye
She never seemed to smile or even say a word
And lived next door for a while from what I have heard
There she was nearly every day watching every move we made
The one thing that I would say is that she made me very afraid
In playing with my ball it went bouncing over her fence
Banging against her wall my fear suddenly became immense
She stood up quickly in looking down right at my ball
Then she looked at me and I was only three feet tall
Then she gestured my way saying here it is right over here
She said it's okay you can come and get your ball my dear
So I opened up the gate as she pointed where it went
I never forget that date and what "I'm sorry" had meant
For in each day after she would always say hi
Even sharing some laughter or at least I would try
But had I known or even had a little clue
To what one is prone you should try something new
Vincent Flannery 11-29-13
There is a girl I know,
A work of sheer perfection head to toe.
Each time I think of her, my heart beats so,
And her name is Sadie Sue.
She has a pair of eyes
That are bluer than West Texas skies,
And there's a hint of promise in her sighs
Of paradise with Sadie Sue.
The way she moves her hips
Can make me tingle to my fingertips,
And when she speaks the honey fairly drips
From the lips of Sadie Sue.
When she turns on her smile,
It lights the world up for a country mile,
And my humdrum life seems more worthwhile
When I can be with Sadie Sue.
She has her pick of beaus,
And fellas flock around her, Heaven knows,
But by some chance if it were me she chose,
I would be true to Sadie Sue.
And then how proud I'll be
When my dream becomes reality
And she goes walking down the aisle with me,
The day I marry Sadie Sue.
written too late for the contest, but wanted to post it anyway....
I had one of the most wonderful mom's any human being could have...she lives with me now - with decreasing dementia.., I answer her constant repetitive questions,
listen sadly to all of her accusations, but always have a hug and smile for her. The progression of alzheimer's is very difficult to watch and deal with...and I hope one day they may find a cure for it....
What a lovely bouquet of flowers sitting on the dresser top,
The sweet scent of lavender- who sent them? I thought,
Should get up and feed that spoiled cat before I go,
Got dressed, grabbed the TV remote, and made a cup of jo-
Think I’ll get the paper first- should be laying by the door,
Have to read what’s new today- I picked it off the floor,
That cat is never here, always wandering and staying out,
Think I’ll make a cup of coffee, now what’s all this about?
Why is my TV on? I never watch it ‘til late at night,
Electricity must be shorting out – something’s just not right,
Going to call the landlord, she’ll get some nasty words from me,
“Hello …Sadie...I’m just fine - come over, I’d like some company”
Knock, knock – who’s pounding on the door so early? Why Sadie come on in,
I was just thinking about you - my dearest, closest friend,
Oh, thank you much, I see you put some flowers on my table,
You’re sorry about what…who got run over …god no, not Sable!
Sadie, my heart’s broken – I’m angry - I feel I’m going to die,
Now, now dear, please stop it, tell me, why is it you cry?
Wait until my little cat comes back – she’ll bring you lots of cheer,
Here’s some tissue for your eyes, I haven’t seen you for a year-
Let me make you a cup of tea, we’ll sit a while and chat,
Damn thieves! They’ve taken everything – hope you like your coffee black!
That TV is way too loud , it blurs my thoughts and head,
Did I tell you about my cat? Gone so long, I think - by someone else she’s fed-,
Hang on a minute, the phone’s ringing down in the hall,
Put the TV on if you want– you can watch Lucille Ball-
HEY, YOU THERE!!! How dare you come in without knocking first,
I don’t need anything from you – last time you took my purse –
Of course I know who you are, are you trying to make an ass out of me?
I didn’t come off the banana boat – darling, would you like a cup of tea?