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The fake isolation of the island insinuated the fostering of remnants;
remnants of religious fervor, close knit seafaring families, and rugged farmers;
remnants of power past and present.
A fog shrouded canvass awaits the onslaught of August revelry.
And, where widows walked the peeks of robber barons manses, the elementals now play.
Tomato red fire trucks ring the seaside green. Throngs of , oh so, polite W.A.S.P.S
and multicultural couples dot the lawn in precise groupings.
The squeal of stroller strapped toddlers echo across ocean
and down alleyways lined with painted ladies
Gay blades and saucy sisters saunter unharassed through the crowds of young families.
Prosperously retirees with salt and pepper hair in pink and green golf shirts line the porches
of the gingerbread homes ringing the green.
In the gazebo a brass band plays John Phillip Souza and closes by belting out
the American anthem, after dark, no flag wave, yet random patriots stand.
Their forms silhouette upon the gray fog like their intentions
mocking the holiday aire with their reminder of war….
those raging on in Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan and Pakistan.
and fade with the crowds roar to “Sit down your blocking the view!”
And as the elite, and privileged meet and greet chatting in wonder over the multiple sightings
of airforce one choppers and past President Clinton.
The three times the worlds average wage is spent on FIREWORKS, frivolously,
for the entertainment of the richest citizens of the planet. God Blessed America.
Reading a poem about a horse
with a stain
on the author’s page. Patron
ate something saucy,
as he read of a war statue,
forking or spooning
probably pasta or slurping
poetry, precariously, I ponder,
as I wait for the oven timer
to deliver dinner. Deviled
ham quiche - the aesthetic
embodiment of
eggs & cream, cheddar,
onions & cayenne
firmly held in its shell.
I’ll eat in the early afternoon
and get a lift
to see Cheap Trick &
Rod Stewart. Not the cheap
seats, but the special ones
saved for the limo driver’s guests;
he will be chatting it up
behind the stage or
just standing by.
I can’t get past a couple
pages, having stopped
at the blot. A library lie
that these hard-covered words
are all mine, well his;
a-muse-d at a blank page,
how I’ve filled its plate,
and how
I will separate
my pie from my eye.
We were learning to play bridge, and it was okay I guess.
I always outbid everyone at the table including sister Tess.
Mom and Dad took one each of us, “you get that twin.”
We always took them down, rarely would we win.
One day when the rest of them were away from the table
Sassy joker jumped into my lap and said “I shall call you Mable”.
The glint in his eye said “Let’s be a couple, you little minx!”
I was so shocked, I threw him under the couch cushion, pink.
Where is the joker? Asked Mom as she put the cards away.
I professed not to know, but picked him up the very next day.
Let me sleep under your pillow tonight, the saucy joker said.
I was horrified, but thrilled too, as I took him to my bed.
Minnie was a moaner
She was always blue,
She had lost all her friends
Although she only had a few.
She moaned about the weather,
Especially when it rained.
She complained about her neighbours,
Who thought she was a pain?
She didn't like animals.
She had never owned a pet.
The price of pet food was daunting,
Without paying for a vet
The birds were too noisy.
She hated fluttering things,
Their feathers dropped out everywhere
Even from their wings
Bird seed and litter boxes,
Dog bones and dirty paws.
She was terrified of foxes,
So she locked herself indoors.
This self-induced isolation
Filled Minnie with sorrow
She would make an effort
To going shopping tomorrow.
She dressed with care,
And put on her best hat,
Then she heard her knocker
Making a rat a tat.
Minnie was surprised
When she opened the door
There stood an old man
Who she had never seen before.
Who are you?
She said in surprise,
As she looked at the old man
Who had a twinkle in his eye
My name is Mick,
He said with a grin
I've come to introduce myself
As I have just moved in,
Moved in where?
I'd like to know.
You don't live here
Would you please go,
I'm going nowhere,
I've just arrived here
I knocked on my neighbours
To say I'm new, not to cause fear
To you, old dear.
By the way, what's your name
I should like to know
I knew a girl who looked like you
Many years ago.
Minnie, Minnie uttered quietly.
Trying to hide a grin
If your surname is not Mr Mouse
I may let you in.
The old man smiled broadly,
No, my name is Mickey Finn,
Not Mickey Mouse
He said with a saucy grin.
Now we are introduced.
In a proper way
Can I escort you to the shops,
It's such a lovely day.
It is indeed said, Minnie,
Straightening her hat
Then perhaps we will share a pot of tea
And a long chat.
The Halloween queen puts cement in tarts
A crafty way to bond with a man’s heart
One tart is enough to stiffen one’s bits
Witches have such extraordinary gifts.
This witch is not of the usual sort
Casting of spells is not par for the course
She’s a thriller, cement is her filler
The tarts she makes are her for sure killer.
Some men can’t resist the charms of a witch
Dressed up to the nines, quite an exhibit
With the skill of seduction, they mesmerise
Promising their suitors the time of their lives.
With tarts appealing, simply delicious
The men are won over and lubricious.
Taking all that’s on offer, however
A moment’s pleasure, they’re gone forever.
Halloween - 2021
Dayspring Moon
Mischievous moon sneaks into dawning’s sight
Coquettish smile winks at dawn in delight
Playful like a child who fights sleep at night
Morning games, hide and seek...dayspring flush, rising pique -
Daylight with argent streaks...light in soft moon mystique -
Elfish clown blows a kiss as day begins
Impish moon flirts at dawn with saucy grins
Moonstruck sunrise, before the sun cuts in,
Tow-head minx riding high...morningtide's azure sighs -
Full moon in the day sky...gibbous dance gone awry -
Pearly pixie wears a smile, laughing light,
A sly smirk on her alabaster cheeks,
Yawns then slinks away as the deep blue spins,
Lunar prank reflects her spry sun ally.
The mirror was irritatingly sparkly today
Gave me a saucy wink, showing her arrogance
I hate being in the bathroom in the morning
For this very reason
Two pony dogs have to be stepped over in the hallway
One is not moving
The other one will rear up in between my legs
Not intending to trip me, but one day I will break a hip
I make my way to the kitchen; has the coffee pot been turned on?
Another amazing day of retirement, where I sit in a chair and click
Click click click click click click click
Why is there nothing interesting on TV?
A book flies off the shelf when I enter the living room
Is the poltergeist back?
Well, at least this is something…..
oh dear heaven ...
how impeccant …
how subtly innocent and eager!
are you truly as oblivious as you seem?
oh, I am sure of otherwise …
or would there not be so much unsullied skin laid bare -
so few garments that thus adorn the masterpiece?
utter innocence, burning in the motion of your stride ...
a fortuitous feast of flames for the common!
the gods themselves feign deference to such fair symmetry,
and barter the heavens for but a grace of your shadow -
you are pristine virtue, annotated ...
you are torturous fare for the plain and fallow,
and envy for even the inimitable …
innate sensuality trickles from your feathery brow
to your Lilliputian toes, (painted bubblegum pink),
tracing an unblemished dermal landscape
that any hormone-hewn human would consider a dream destination …
you exude a connate allure, inexplicable,
enchanting even the stars -
sky weeping in exquisite anguish for sake of your fluid movement,
saucy, exposed hips,
tossed with coy yet libidinous intent,
their immaculate and fluid rhythm
catching in chests like a cardiac event,
pulling the breath from lungs around you like taffy,
(and not returning without discerned effort),
every gaze in your line swinging in matched tempo,
stupefying all within your affect ...
a mass hypnosis inspired by your walk alone -
ponytail braid and pink ribbon sway in opposite tempo,
adding to the sassy attitude …
eyes, pure white arctic spheres
with polished onyx centers,
set to possess the soul, should they find your focus …
faultless, blue-white smile,
framed by sugar plum lips, shaped to perfect bows ...
oh dear heaven!
such resplendent rapture should they whisper your name!
such divine intoxication should those eyes affix yours!
the gods themselves are weeping wonder ...
the gods themselves!
* SECOND PLACE in the "Free Verse On Love" Poetry Contest, Laura Loo, Sponsor. *
Today is her birthday ring all the bells
Today is her birthday for one who excels
Today be prepared ~ be warned ~ be aware
The grooviest grandma
With flowing red hair
Will be hitting the town
In her gold lamé gown
On the tiniest of feet
Oh so comfy ~ so sweet
Shimmering ~ Silver ‘Birks’
‘Cos to wear any others
Quite frankly really hurts…
A scarlet feather boa
Think you already know her?
Chandelier earrings almost touching the floor
She is Sassy ~ Saucy ~ Sexy too
Hey ~ have you almost guessed who?
With her beloved pussy Irene ^~^
Who really thinks she is the Queen
Robed head to tail in emerald green
A classier pair you've never seen
As a friend she makes me smile
for this I love her all the while
I love her total eccentricity
her passion and her honesty
Happy Birthday salutations on this day of celebrations
Sending love and hugs across the world from Ann your biggest fan
To my dearest Panagiota my poem is my gift to you
Enjoy your day ~ in your unique way ~ as only you can do…
Written 13th March 2020
Miss October is our resident witch,
But she has a good name,
Unlike many others,
Of midevil fame.
A saucy little flirt is she,
Dancing all about,
At play in Autumn breezes,
With her skirts flying about.
Her eyes are black as onyx,
Her teeth are pearly white.
Her hair changes it's color,
Shining in the light.
Sometimes it's black as it can be,
Or red or gold or white.
No matter what it's color,
She's an enchanting sight.
She always has a pot on.
I thought it some strange brew.
She let me have a taste of it.
It was a tasty stew.
She never casts an evil spell.
Her magic's just for good.
She casts them all in secret.
As all good witches should.
My dog was hurt real bad once.
He had been in a fight.
She bound his wounds to help him,
And stayed with him through the night.
I was really sick once.
I think I had the flu.
She tended and she nursed me,
Gave me some awful brew.
Another time I fell real hard,
When I was out at play.
She picked me up, looked in my eyes,
And took the pain away.
This witch casts her loving spell,
It seems on everyone.
We love her and we bless her.
You guessed it, she's my mom.