Long Sheila Poems
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Sheila and Tony were friends at work, nothing more.
Discussing silly things, exchanging quips and tips with each other.
They had their own peculiar gestures and funny looks.
It was noticed by the others, but they were mostly older women.
Wise sages who understood the leaning in language before they did.
They are so young! The crones thought, amused.
Wisely kept the leaning in to themselves, noticing but not commenting.
For every person must discover their own love story in their own way.
Noting things often ruins them, and these were experienced women.
When Sheila shyly told the crones she was thinking about dating Tony
Entire floor of employees heard, remembering their own love stories.
Money exchanged hands, for bets had been placed months ahead.
There once was a man from the land of M
A lot of people thought he was a joker
Fond of women's clothes he liked wearing them
Around his neck he wore a black choker
A lot of people thought he was a joker
Underneath all that dark eye liner
Around his neck he wore a choker
his high heels could not be finer
Underneath all that dark eye liner
The boy who so adored his mom
His high heels could not be finer
He wished to be a Sheila instead of Tom
The boy who so adored Mom
All of those exquisite clothes
He wished he could be Sheila instead of Tom
Yet there was that problem with his hose
All those exquisite clothes
A lot of people thought he was a joker
Yet there was that problem with his hose
Around his neck they found a black choker
You're a beauty, his grandmother said. You would make a terrific catch.
Sheila did not know if she wanted to be caught.
She had been doing pretty well for thirty-two years by herself.
She had a terrific family, a great job, and she owned her own home.
He was handsome and kind, but boring.
She thought it would work out though.
Are you settling? Her girlfriend asked.
She sort of was, but he was a nice guy.
She did not want to hurt his feelings,
and her parents wanted her married.
They were of the religious belief that everyone should be for some reason..
She dated him for several months; each date a little more boring than the last. But he was incredibly nice and got his feelings hurt if she said no to the next date. He pouted too, he was great at pouting.
She ended up not hurting his feelings date after date after boring date.
Her parents were thrilled when she said “yes” at Christmas.
He had asked her in front of them, so saying “no” would be more difficult.
She resolved to go into this resigned to a life of “whatever”.
He was thrilled, laughing and kissing everyone in the room.
Her family liked him better than they had ever liked her.
He hung out with her brothers, they had all the same hobbies.
Her sisters began including her in discussions, she was “normal” now.
She thought she could get used to him, and her family adored him.
She was walking down the aisle with her beaming father when she knew….
She had been wrong. She ran off screaming, leaping toward freedom.
Her family adopted him and disowned her. Best day ever!
Mass destruction is happening on a global basis.
People are dying, killing, maiming, hurting.
Sheila is determined to finish her masterpiece.
Her love for her creation is on fire; she is in a frenzy.
The chords and notes she plays are chilling.
They are dangerous and provocative.
Striking terror in the hearts of those who still have a soul.
There is something ominous and frightening about her song.
Her fingers hit the keys with purpose and resolve.
She has left her body, and is watching it now, go on without a soul.
Some empaths have figured it out. Hair stands up on their necks.
The world is falling into pits of despair, yet her soulless body plays on.
With an ingenuine saccharine la-di-da
The hoity toity woman said “hi” to ma
A want to be royal, an aristocrat
stated poser, false Sheila name of Pat
My brother was smitten right away
He gave her his best times of day
Pat could have been a clock tower shooter
He did not see this at all, my brother Tooter
She is so refined and fashionable!
I thought a narcist too and really dull
She is so pretty and genteel
I did not think so, and here’s the deal…
I knew William, her ex, a wonderful man
She stole all his stuff except for a fan
At her sale she refused to sell to him
He was escorted out by her new friend Tim
Will’s dog was sad, she had him staked out mean
Putting on airs like a Victorian Queen
Pat married my brother Tooter of course
Arrived in a carriage with a rented horse
We may have lost him I said to my ma
Just like your daddy, she said, referring to Pa
For Pa had run away with a scoundrel too
She took all his money and possessions in ’82.
He said, “Those who seek should not stop seeking
until they find. When they find, they will be disturbed.
When they are disturbed, they will marvel, and will rule
over all.”
There was a Sheila who sought an ideal man named Chad,
yet no man named Chad proved to be her perfect ideal
for only a perfect Chad would do.
There was a man called Chad who sought a paragon
called Sheila, yet no maiden called Sheila
proved to be his ideal.
One day Chad gave up looking for a perfect Sheila.
He relaxed and ceased his seeking,
at that point Sheila found him.
Both were greatly disturbed, discovering at last
they had known each other all along.
They rejoiced greatly and the people saw they
held a power that the world could not possess.
Sheila wants to go to Europe, her man, Lou is thinking Mexico.
Just go, said their teenage son, pack up and go! Go! Go!
You would have to come, they argued, but he has a job.
I’ll stay with him said Gram, who was fond of her grandson Rob.
Sheila and Lou hit the road, it was a smooth, happy start.
They traveled through the Midwest, each with a loving heart.
Formidable five-wheeler was packed with the supplies for a week.
They were like teenagers again, on bit of a honeymoon streak.
They went through Mississippi in the middle of the night
Traveled to Georgia, where they saw many an amazing sight
Wandered down to Florida and spied a large gator cross the road.
Oh, this gives me the creeps said Sheila, now in mama mode.
Let’s try Route 66 said Lou, so they turned that bus around.
Traveled through the Midwest, their eyes on boring ground.
When they hit Wyoming, they were cheering at bison who roam.
I cannot wait to get home, said Sheila, so I can write this in a poem.
There’s not one Halloween I count as dear
although I loved those childhood times. If I
think back to long ago and then go by
the feelings they evoked in me, then it is clear. . .
One “Hallowed Eve” is an example of
my yearning for those boys I fantasized
about and all the ways that I devised
to meet them! How I suffered angst for puppy love!
His name was Ricky Adams. Like some dope,
I’d stare at him in class and wish he’d see
that he and I were simply meant to be.
Then came my chance one day. A best friend gave me hope!
This best friend, Sheila, knew about my crush
on Ricky. To the same church they both went.
She asked me to a Halloween event
her church would hold. To think of it, I felt a rush. . .
For surely Ricky would be there. I dressed
in something pretty. Oh, this had to be
the night that cutie pie would notice me
at last. This had to be the night that I’d be blessed!
I had great fun with each and every game,
a haunted house, great chili that we ate.
I wondered how much longer I must wait.
But then my hope dissolved when Ricky never came.
Alas, so many times it came to this:
My dreams of love would sadly come to naught,
but I’d keep on, and so my youth was fraught
with dreams dashed, like my hoped for Hallowed Eve of bliss.
For Paula Swanson's "Halloween of Years Past" Contest
Paul
Husband of Sheila, Father of Kirsty and Paul-Mark,
Grandfather of Valentina, teacher, and friend
Son of Pauline and Nazarene, brother to six siblings:
Joseph – Angela – Carmel – Catherine – Victor – Maria Concetta
Lover of freedom, honesty, dreams, dark chocolate, nuts, red wine, and windmills
Patient and diplomatic, but like a dormant volcano is liable to erupt
Enjoys sports, swimming, walking, travelling, reading, writing, painting, and drama
Detests lies, double-faced people, wars, cheats, bullying, and vandalism
Who feels for those in need, the persecuted, and the marginalized
Who fears loss of countryside, betrayal, hate, suffering, and dementia
Who would like to see tomorrow’s dawn, peace on earth, beyond the mountain peak,
Resident of Safi village, Malta, Europe
Callus
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17th October, 2014
Contest: Bio Poems
Sponsor: Regina Riddle
Placed: 1st
Here’s a bold tale it will have you in titters
It’s about poor Sheila who lost her knickers
She went for a cruise upon the great ocean
Fell in the water with the boats sudden motion.
She swallowed some water and began to cough
A big wave engulfed her and tore her knickers off
A passing gull dived and took them in its beak
Poor Sheila cried out, “Oh what a damn cheek”.
The fog horn sounded and the ship it slowed down
Everyone was worried that poor Sheila would drown
Someone said “It’s a shame for the poor young lass”
Sheila was more worried that they’d see her bare ass
A lifeboat was launched to rescue poor Sheila
But as she was hauled in they could see her posterior
Cameras were clicking aimed at her anatomy
Soon would be online for the entire world to see.
Always make sure your elastic is tight
Or like poor Sheila, lose them you might
Poor Sheila is still struggling to live it down
Still gets wolf whistled when she goes into town.
“I will not be cruising for quite a long while
I’ve bought some new knickers” she said with a smile.
On the side of a cliff there is a gull’s nest
That is lined with silk knickers of quality the best.
Written 25th March 2018.