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LAVENDER LADY
She was my lavender lady;
Standing by the lake,
Gazing across the sky-blue water
At who-knows what in the distance.
She was the very essence of elegance.
Spurning the mini-skirted fashion of the age,
Her flowing summer dress
Modestly reached mid-calf.
I was not given to approaching perfect strangers
(And I use the word ‘perfect’ advisedly)
But I was drawn to her.
Like a moth to a flame?
Iron filings to a magnet?
Choose your own simile.
“Lovely day,” I ventured,
“For gazing across lakes.”
“Very pleasant,” she responded, coolly.
“Do you come here often?”
I heard myself say, with horror
And caught a glimpse of amusement
In those pale blue eyes
At the outrageous cliché.
“Did you really say that,” she asked,
“Or I did I imagine it?”
“Sorry,” I said. “I always get tongue-tied
At moments like these.”
“I see. And what sort of moment is this then?”
“!t could be a moment of destiny.
“Hmm,” she said, “and, then again, it could be
An insignificant moment in time”
She turned to walk away.
“Lavender really suits you,” I tried.
But she kept on walking.
I called after her.
“You didn’t answer my question,”
“What question was that?”
She asked, over her shoulder.
“Do you come here often?”
She laughed
“Come again tomorrow and find out.”
19th September 2020
Clutching at Straws contest
Sponsor Kai Michael Neuman
For your eyes only
I give to you
The words that I can't speak
Yet each one is true
From somewhere within
This timeframe of life
You came along
And fit in just right
You make all the mundane
Not seem so bad
You're an uplifting spirit
Whenever I'm sad
There's an attraction down deep
That I can't describe
Leaving my words all bundled
And my mouth tongue-tied
When we met in this life
It had to be fate
Cause we formed a bond
That never will break
My words lack the feeling
My heart knows you deserve
Most writings come easy
But I'm at a loss for all words
I'm sure it's not chance
That brought you to me
Each time that you're near
An Angel I see
Your like Christmas morning
When I was five
My excitement abounding
You make me feel so alive
You deserve so much more
Than my words can express
I fallen short
So now I digress
Streetlights shinning, makes the city glitter
The tarmac surface resists light penetration, causing a sparkle
Sweet scent from different flowers melting hearts
Oh yes! No nos nor buts
Oh yes
That's stunning. What a beauty!
Those eyes? Not even a fugitive can escape their wrath
I'm tongue tied but not mute
I can't walk not that I am crippled
It's only that no one can run away from an angel
Mathematics wasn't my subject but this sum is well added
Her round tantalizing eyes, oh my! you can't help but give in
I am shy but I can't look away
Stick to the subject she is beautiful
Love is in the heart.
That's true, I can feel it.
It is beating
The West African Tom Tom drums...that's the rhythm
My ribcage is under threat
Dear legs save the ribs just go for it
Her voice is sweet it reminds me of Elani
A delicious food for my soul
I am ready to dine
Our proximity is making it worse
Palpitation increasing, with stuttering making the bonus
Love is blossoming,the attraction I can't repel
I swear to love her
though there was no live audience
the statue of Kimathi be my witness
Truly I have fallen in love in Nairobi
The class thing
I’m working class from the very beginning, my mother worked in a fish factory putting sardines
In the meantime, she went to work before me. My breakfast was standing in the kitchen, eating a slice of bread with margarine. if the school served breakfast, I ate there
I noticed early in life that those who spoke with educated voices got better treatment than we who spoke the street parlance
I tried to speak as the educated did, which made me tongue-tied and deeply shy, but it helped me to get an education of sorts
It was only after stumbling, falling, and reading that I came to see I hail from an honorable class that built our nation after World War 2
I sat beneath the ancient oak in my back yard,
grieving and in sorrow at the age of twelve.
My best friend, Jessie, was moving far away.
I didn't think I'd ever see him again,
so, I wrote a note to tell him what was in my heart.
I filled the page with memories through the years,
of our laughter, our fears, and things I'd never said.
I didn't sign my name but folded it with great care.
A swift Autumn breeze flew away with my note.
I chased it until it was far beyond my reach.
Now Jessie would never know my love was real.
I didn't tell him in case it would embarrass him
and because he may not feel the same way.
If that was so, I'd rather not know.
No word from Jessie in the five years he'd been gone.
It was my Senior year, and soon I'd be off to college...
a new beginning, but memories of him lingered.
After classes on the first day, I found a note in my locker.
Someone had slipped it through a crack under the door.
It was written in my handwriting, five years ago.
I turned when someone tapped my shoulder.
Jessie! He'd changed, but not his beautiful eyes.
I couldn't find the words to express what I felt.
Tongue tied with disbelief, but Jessie's smile put me at ease.
They'd just moved back to town, a few blocks away.
Yesterday, he'd helped his dad trim an old oak tree
and found something lodged in its branches...
squirreled away like an acorn in a hidden hole.
It was yellowed with age, its edges ragged,
so very carefully he opened it to read
the words I thought he would never see.
We stood there, ogling each other before I asked,
"How do you know I wrote this to you?"
In a voice so deep it made me blink, he replied,
"No one else scribbled little drawings like those.
I remember lots of things from back then,
most of them are about you."
October 29, 2022
A Note in the Wind Contest
Sponsored by Charlie Messina
A SONNET IN THE WIND - NW
“Tell me how you love me,” she begged him,
As they walked beneath the harvest moon.
But, as usual, he got tongue-tied.
He was not very good with words.
“Tell me in a sonnet then,” she suggested,
“Written on scented notepaper.”
Each day she waited at the gate
To catch the postman on his round.
Each day the postman touched his cap,
Bidding her good morning as he passed.
Then, on day four, a windy day,
She spotted on the breeze
A sheet of paper, just too high to reach.
Perhaps he was romantic after all.
Joyfully she followed it
Down the street, through the wrought iron gate
And into the tree-lined park.
Sheltered by the trees, the wind dropped
And the note came circling gently to the ground.
Eagerly she pounced on it
And read the legend written there.
“Two pints of milk, one loaf of bread,
Butter, Sugar, strawberry jam.”
Fourteen items, listed one-by-one.
She was not impressed with the sonnet.
The syllable count was entirely wrong.
26th October 2022
A Note in the Wind poetry contest
Sponsor - Charles Messina
Into a wall you made me crash
My insides were turned to mash
I feel so weird and mushy
I am wobbly and gooshy
Like jello you make me shake
My control you had to break
With the softness of your hand
My knees buckle--I can't stand
You made me turn into
One big soft pile of goo
It feels like I have no bones
All my sturdiness is gone
Shuddering and really weak
I can't find the words to speak
I am tongue tied--out of sound
Any movements can't be found
But I am not one bit worried
Your strong arms reach out and carry
Me into a strong love grip
I never want to fall or slip
Out of it--I can not live
Without this feeling that you give
I have a strange malady
curiously effecting me
for I am very susceptible
to words of a variety
Words like cushlamachree
or hobbledehoy
give me such joy...
that my brain begins burbling
at a fantastic rate
things like bamboozle, bumfuzzle
blatteroon, and bombinate!
Bogged down in boondoggled
bedraggled, beware
I'm not making sense
and I really don't care!
Gushing galoot, galumph, galore
something inside crying
more, More, MORE!!!
I'm an insatiable verbavore!
Flippantly tripping through
flibbertigibbet, flumadiddle
filipendulous to the stupendous
sounds of mellifluous eutony
I am getting so tongue-tied here
my mouth is in mutiny!
But, oh my Dearie-
there's whigmaleerie
wifty, whimsical...
mugwump, moppet
words keep wheeling through my head
'though silly, I can't stop it!
For there's slubberdegullion
mollycoddle, hobgoblin
and gumption, too!
With all the splendiferous words about...
what's a logoleptic to do?
Into a wall you made me crash
My insides were turned to mash
I feel so weird and mushy
I am wobbly and gooshy
Like jello you make me shake
My control you had to break
With the softness of your hand
My knees buckle--I can't stand
You made me turn into
One big soft pile of goo
It feels like I have no bones
All my sturdiness is gone
Shuddering and really weak
I can't find the words to speak
I am tongue tied--out of sound
Any movements can't be found
But I am not one bit worried
Your strong arms reach out and carry
Me into a strong love grip
I never want to fall or slip
Out of it--I can not live
Without this feeling that you give
Nurse Narcolept’
Give "poetry" a go She said
She said, you won’t never look back
take a lie down on my couch She said
She said, give my poetry a go
she pulled me in deep
the agony was infernally slow
Nurse Narcolept’
and her whip
traced my outline
in a steady stream
of purrfectly pert poems
such an odd sensation
my hands and tongue tied
poetically biting the bit
there was no turning
which way or that
white square or black
right or left
what’s left of right
let alone finding
the most decent
indecent way back
from the craziness of It
the mind caressing the
anima animus id
the cool cats all watching
whisper under
their hormonal horror whiskers
run Dick Run
for those cross-dressers
voyeuristically entangled
run Jane Run
oh what fun
doesn’t walk like a duck
absolutely no quack
lethally tap dancing
gang'star across keys rat-a-tat-tat
no need for a gun
Candide Diderot. ‘24
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