Long Settee Poems
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Oh God! thank you for giving me all that I have.
But bring me something different!
Good morning, good day, see you soon.
Oh how nice to hear you, to meet you.
Thanks for the nice evening, the day.
Hi, hope we have a pleasant working day.
Oh God! but what's different from now...
Can't see! Bring me something different!
What do I care if you have the worst day?
What does it change if we never met?
The evening was just a waste of time!
Hi, I wish you had fallen dead rising
from your bed this morning!
Oh God forgive me for these bad thoughts.
But please, bring me something different!
I drew out the dull curtains,
the freshly rain-washed tombs gaze at me.
Are we in anyway different?
Hmm...I contemplated them.
No! I drew back the curtains.
Same old things, in life and in death!
Networks and mags, so on and so on...
Change your day by doing something different.
Decorate your house, make it vibrant, the ad says.
Colours everywhere; bright, pastel...a new haven.
A long leave, away from routine and job;
TV, recipes, good foods, astrology, games.
Shopping; nice cloth, friends and parties.
Wow! this was something different!
A week later... Really? It looks old already.
Sitting on the settee, I stare at the ceiling.
No, it was not much like different.
I opened my laptop and shut it as quickly.
Pulled the blanket over my ears and slept till evening.
Oh God! forgive me for wasting this life of mine.
But now let me do something different!
I thought of the family on way back home.
Shortly time for dinner. No fast food.
Quick. A nice meal in short time.
To the garden I recently set.
A bunch of fresh herbs in hand, I came
They smell so good.I smile.
Hmm..the food so good, the table set.
Cutlery laboured and dishes defiled.
Wow! You've brought a big change to everything,
the house, the foods, our lives and yourself!
I smile uncertainly...was it so? I muse.
I felt happy as it was something different.
I was praised and appreciated by my family.
And, I needed to be said that!
Oh God, thank you for making me bring it out!
Date submitted: 23/06/16
Contest: Something seemingly Insignificant and
unexpected changed my life.
SMOKEY THE CURIOUS CAT
Through all his years he was such fun,
Companion, Friend, and more;
Adventure was his middle name,
And I was never bored,
As long as Smokey was around,
He'd brighten up the day.
He'd snuggle, cuddle, kiss and swat,
and say,"Come on, let's play."
I had some turtles in a bowl,
As cute as they could be;
They disappeared while I was out,
Found under the settee.
I had my suspicions,
About how they got there,
So I watched my little buddy,
But he never moved a hair.
Then one day he strolled by me,
With something in his mouth.
I followed him to the livingroom,
He crawled beneath the couch.
He placed a turtle on the floor,
And gently lay beside it,
Just watching it so patiently,
Not hurting it a bit.
Slowly it stuck out it's head,
Then it began to move,
Curiously he watched it go,
Thought Smokey,"He's got groove."
"I like this tiny little guy,
I wonder what it is."
I reached in and picked it up.
"Busted, here's the miz."
"These guys will die without their bowl,
Smokey, don't do that;
But I still love you best you know,
You are the best of cats."
Judy Ball
I'm five and it's a fire-dive -
sweaty-skinned and flambé-limbed,
kindling tingling in my throat,
matches scratching sandpaper skin.
Lying on the terracotta velour settee
watching sparky scenes igniting the room -
a terracotta army of sparks
marching through the grate,
grating like bars on the old forest gate,
black bars of night growing tall on the wall
and I'm always up against it
hearing echoes of the ethereal eternal
Help us help us we'll help you...
I want to be well, to enter the well
cooling the heat and heart of the house,
dousing bouquets of firelight
petals flickering on amber glass bottles of medicine,
her hooked hands feeding me aspirin, penicillin,
cream and green torpedo tablets
fever-spearing, strobing swirling the room.
Now nightshade creepers spine-twine in dark dreams
black echoes build on a sonograph screen
descending into the no-way-out well,
the inescapable hell of not well.
SMOKEY THE CURIOUS CAT
Through all his years he was such fun,
Companion, Friend, and more;
Adventure was his middle name,
And I was never bored,
As long as Smokey was around,
He'd brighten up the day.
He'd snuggle, cuddle, kiss and swat,
and say,"Come on, let's play."
I had some turtles in a bowl,
As cute as they could be;
They disappeared while I was out,
Found under the settee.
I had my suspicions,
About how they got there,
So I watched my little buddy,
But he never moved a hair.
Then one day he strolled by me,
With something in his mouth.
I followed him to the livingroom,
He crawled beneath the couch.
He placed a turtle on the floor,
And gently lay beside it,
Just watching it so patiently,
Not hurting it a bit.
Slowly it stuck out it's head,
Then it began to move,
Curiously he watched it go,
Thought Smokey,"He's got groove."
"I like this tiny little guy,
I wonder what it is."
I reached in and picked it up.
"Busted, here's the miz."
"These guys will die without their bowl,
Smokey, don't do that;
But I stil love you best you know,
You are the best of cats."
Judy Ball
Tea Party
Bright early morning
Courtyard opens to the clear blue unclouded sky
Mourning dove with their cheerful cooing
Lush, crisp, green, grassy, lawn,
Garden flourishes with yellow daffodils, pink lilies, and budding pink roses
Latticework lavish entanglement of sweet fragrant jasmine
My angelic little girl sits on the settee in the pavilion
full of pillows and a blue blanket in case it gets cold
wearing my long string pearls with her ruffle white lace dress
Mama, papa, and baby teddy bears, sit all around her
A tea party she entertains serving tea, cake, and cookies
Everyone invited
With tenderness, giving a drink of tea to her favorite teddy May
I observe my little girl sitting on the settee in the pavilion
A beholding sight
2/4/2015
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Do you ever think about film characters in the realms of reality?
Think about someone like Grima Wormtounge making Saruman a pot of tea?
What about the eye of Sauron trying to find someone to play monopoly or Frodo, giving the ring to Gollum so he can go just home for tea?
Ever think about the characters with their nail clippers, getting waxed or brushing their teeth?
Imagine Rambo with a lawnmower that’s gone faulty?
Or what about The Terminator assembling IKEA furniture quietly?
Ok, try to picture Deadpool trying to find something to wear to a fancy dress party.
What about the ‘man with no name’ listening to the payment options for a flat-screen TV?
Now, what about James Bond getting pissed on your settee or Jason Bourne, bag in hand, waiting to see if the dog just wanted a pee?
Do you ever think of film characters in the realms of reality or is it just me?
As a writer, I am charmingly unoriginal. I use the same letters as everyone else and much of the identical punctuation but in my defense, Coca-Colas are all the same, and each one is delightfully refreshing.
On Sundays my Grandmère throws these fêtes, ‘social lunches’ where anyone might drop in - attendance, I‘m told, can be a social signal. Two weeks ago, it was fashion week and ‘smart society’ (the vampire pale and dangerously thin individuals casually dressed to kill) were trolling for fun.
There were about 150 people there, like the Mayor of Paris, Saint Laurent’s Anthony Vaccarello, Léna Situations (GenZ influencer), Just Riadh (comedian), Delphine Arnault and the Archbishop of Paris - to name a few. But I was only there for a half an hour, and it wasn’t my job to take roll.
Now, these parties all play-out, to me, like romcom ‘problem comedies.’ You have the ever-present and delicate aroma of cocktails, an Archbishop (subconsciously dangling the high trap of moral purification and great, heavenly rewards), elder frenchmen, like my uncle Remy with his languid, cigarette-lipped, smoke-cured profanity, some models hoping to be seen and younger, eager eyed, corporate boy-men types ogling every feminine creature with alcoholic heartiness.
I don’t think Grandmère sees the fun undercard of human foibles, but there are big alcohol-fueled feelings in every register as these events hit their peak. Growing up, at these things, I’d sit quietly in a corner, usually with a book, pretending to read and just people watch. Everyone’s coming and going (‘free-drinks’) but 30 or 40 people are always around somewhere.
These days, Peter shares my little, flowered, corner settee. We sit, shoulder to shoulder, and snark, like huckstas for a sports book, about who’s thirsty for whom. It’s all questionable information, surface impressions and instant verdicts.
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A Song for this:
Someone In The Crowd - Emma Stone, Callie Hernandez, Sonoya Mizuno & Jessica Rothe
She did not have to guess.
She felt it in her bones.
Unfaithful he always was,
Unfaithful he'll always be.
She knew where he would be.
Anger flared in the pit of her stomach,
A heart-wrenching in the ache of fire.
What could she do? Revenge?
She rejected such thoughts
Knowing well enough
She was no match against him.
Why couldn't he love only her?
Why did he leave her dehydrated of love?
As in the Fall, her love-like leaves
Fell down, turned brown,
Definitely to be lost forever.
She'll do without him, come what may.
Thus she lay on her settee, love choked,
Folded herself foetus-like,
Relishing the darkness of her abode.
Another lonely night, cursing her dreams.
A wave of nausea gripped her soul,
Knew she'll have to take her medication
Before she really turned sick.
She swallowed the two pills,
She would not please him and have more.
But she could not resist
Drinking ruby red dry wine.
She felt confused. Did she swallow her pills?
Doubt after doubt after doubt.
Her bottle seemed empty.
So she drank some more.
Finally, she slept
Alone, abandoned on the settee.
You know what I bought this bed sofa the other day
It was the sort for a lofa,yeah it was blue and grey
But yeah I had to take it back, because it had a rip
And would you believe in the middle had a huge dip
I was simply stunned as there was not a lot in there range
I was hoping they'd give me a refund or some exchange
I mean I was apprehensive about buying in the first place
But that's me as always got to be expensive in taste
The shop assistant got me so tense, that I lost my cool
I was so persistent because it just made no sense at all
But neither did I know what I had done with my receipt
All I wanted then was to take a breather and have a seat
You know I had to flip because the sofa fell on my knee
What a trip I felt like a right gofa carrying that bed settee
I did not want to cause a sence, but then how do you react?
I wanted to scream but eventually I did get my money back
A poem idea inspierd by dawn and tony(2001)
Written july/august( 2002) about a time when moved in to belgrade quare
It was carrying it back to the shop me and brotherinlaw tony
just playing around with words trying different subject matter
Adding a bit of humer similer to love thy neigbour
Travelling a poem for coventry and parasights
When all is dark, and often- bright
And the walls- they look- So white!
I see them in my new settee
Sometimes, in the middle of the night
Glowing- like, a marshmallow- tanned
Just a tad, to give, a hue
To look, the way my grandfather did
When he wore, his old- "Brown Shoe"
And then, they took me by my balls
And they made me state some facts
But never did I give into them
They could never trace my tracks
Jehovah people-knocked, with pamphlets in their hand
I tried somewhat to tell them, but they didn't understand
I can't sing "Halleluiah" because I haven't got a voice
And when it comes to my religion- J. W's. not my choice
When all is bright, and often- black
The words I've spilt I won't take back
Truth be told, I would not lie
So, now I shall eat my pumpkin pie