Long Tuxedo Poems
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Lisa was the very first love of my youth,
even her voice had the sound of a flute;
how funny she looked with those huge, black sunglasses
matching her blue bikini...honestly I had plenty of laughs!
I surely approached like any other boy would,
trying to mentally rehearse my intent...
and finding courage took a planned incident,
which made me conquer her with an insincere word.
"Sorry for messing up your clean blanket,
the hot sand burned my feet and I got mad!"
I humbly said with the tenderest voice to win her favor...
" No need to apologize. " she replied, touching her red hair.
And suddenly a summer steamy love began...
how delighted and how lucky I was to have gotten away so shamelessly
with my pretense, then she asked me to get off the hot sand
and sit on her blanket to listen to Cher...oh, she longed for her Sonny!
Lisa was the very first love of my youth filled with sensation;
when I open my cluttered closet, a withered carnation,
she put in my tuxedo jacket, still evokes our last date...
the eighties were a joy to explore with her without any haste.
Around the wet corners of summer
In the alleys of scooter-revving Paris
11 at night
A back light herd of red eyes
Bull-rush Champs-Elysees
Parting for an ambulance
Its siren wobbling like a half-drunk soprano
Sobbing a song
While a man in tuxedo
Is breaking plates on the cobblestone
For our attention to the menu inside
An invitation crushed in a shattered pile
At his heel
“Come come le Monsieur Escargots for Madame!”
We say ok
Which seems to delay further smashing
“Americans” he says under his breath
Smiling
He takes her hand from mine
Leads her over a threshold
Smeared in rain and streetlight Peonies
I am left the choice to follow
My wife
The attention the commotion
“I can see your love is unbreakable.” He winks
Nudging our chairs upstairs to the white-clothed table
A silver carafe of water
Sweating at the center of fine china
I hold her hand
We cut and stab the dinner
While the city outside argues
Through the unlatched wooden shutters
The man
Resuming his lullaby crashing.
Almost
Decided to make that post
A tweet
That I thought would put on the heat
Entire world could read it
Some may say to me ‘beat it’
Wanted to get things off my chest
Since my blood pressure it did test
Almost I did this vengeful act
Based on an opinion feeling and not fact
Resulting in a meeting where the boss would give me the sack
I said I almost did something like that
Confessing to being a trolling rat
Instead, I caught myself as I sat
And cleared my mind
Decided to decline
Making that post
To the social media ghost
And in the end
No need to defend
My keyboard used instead of a pen
Work I deleted not pressing the button send
So, I will honor my duties of formal host
Giving the award winner the special toast
No telling them what I honestly felt
As they fill their money belt
Tightened in a way
Where it would stay
Silent and quiet
Not stirring any tabloid circus riot
Am I committing a crime worthy of an arrest?
Fibbing about whom was the actual best
In a situation that truly is a mess
Ready to confess
Unless
I went through
With what I was going to do
Almost
Post
About why I did not want to be the tuxedo wearing entertaining host
Do you ever feel like the world's a tuxedo
And you're a pair of brown shoes?
Have you ever felt you had two left feet?
Or the ship's already left for the cruise?
Please take heart, we've all been afflicted
At one time or another in our lives
There are those who appear a lot worse off
They forget to wear pants when they drive
There ain't no cure for this strange affliction
Embarrassing as hell, heaven knows
Walking across the floor at the prom
With your dress tucked up in your hose
Out for a walk, met my cranky old boss
He was taking his dog for a stroll
Chatted and then after saying good luck
Turned and smacked into a pole
Or when you attend a Halloween party
You're the only one dressed up in the room
Then you realize it was a black tie affair
But you're dressed like a pregnant baboon
Just dig a deep hole and climb down inside
Hope nobody notices you're gone
Don't come out until four in the morning
Slink home by the first light of dawn
© Jack Ellison 2012
In a average lifetime, humans usually eat
About sixty thousand pounds of food
That's equal to the weight of six elephants
But the elephants have to be nude
Half of all Americans over fifty
No longer possess their own choppers
Be careful if you get into a fight with one
They'll gum you to death right proper
World's shortest man was only 21 inches
Had to have his tuxedo specially made
Wives want more sex reading love stories
Husbands have it made in the shade
There's lots of howling in India at night
Law says you can marry your dog
Once the U.S. issued a 5 cent bill
Vending machines got all clogged
Babies are often dropped on their head
More serious than colic by far
Males sweat more than ladies when caught
With their hands in the cookie jar
It has been estimated that at any one time
0.7 % of the world is drunk
Actually thought it'd be a whole lot higher
My in-law is always drunk as a skunk
The average person walks the equivalent
Of twice round the world afore they're done
No wonder I don't feel like I get enough sleep
But I'm probably not the only one!
SHE WISHED, HE STILL WANTED THINGS AND PEOPLE
THAT WERE UNABTAINABLE. HER WORKS WERE OF THINGS
SOUGHT AFTER BY THOSE WHO COULD AFFORD THEM. SHE ALLOWED THOSE WHO'S WEALTH COULD HAVE THESE THINGS: HINGS THAT
SOME SAW AS PEICES OF ARTISTIC FLARE.
ONCE WHEN A PERSON WHO RENEW'D HIS INTEREST. SAW HER JEWELS
HE ASKED "WHO COULD HAVE POSSIBLIBY CREATED SUCH ON EARTH
IN THE MIND OF A HUMAN" SHE INTERUPED HIM ANWSERING MY MOTHER, THIS TO TRY AND GAIUN HIS ATTENTION, THIS CAUSED THEM TO BE MARRIED, E WHINED-UP SELLING THE PEICE OF ART AS HIS OWN, THAT'S HOW
THEY MADE THEIR MONEY. SHE WOULD CREATE ART ON CEDAR BOARD, AND SHALEAC THE WOODED PRIZE, AND THEN FIND BEAUTIFUL FABRICS AND
WOULD ATTACH THESE FABRICS TO THE EDGES OF THE BOARDS, CREATING A VISION OF REFINED BEAUTY, SAMPLES WERE SENT AROUND THE WORLD, WERE THESE PEICES CAUSED SOME TO WANT. THEIR WANT CAUSED THEM TO BUY. ONE SUCH PEICE IS SAID TO BE THE INSPIRATION OF THE POEM, " BALLETINE" AND THE SONG "dOS' EN DANCE". ONE SAID PEICE CONTAINED AS THE FRAME AN OBOE THAT ENCOMPASSED A WOMAN ON A BEACH IN A PERFECTLY ABTRACTED ORANGE AND BLUE SKY.
Night wrinkles on dim hangers;
bell-bottom pants
two-toned platform shoes
a wide `kipper' tie.
In a pocket
a crumpled Kodachrome -
hot pants and velvet neck-choker.
‘Who is she?’
This closet is a time machine
I exited decades ago.
Dreaming hands part a frilled dress shirt
from its sky-blue tuxedo.
A stripy tank-top.
dances badly to ‘Brown Sugar’
damn you Mike Jagger
you created a monster.
There’s a rum and coke stain
floating like a ghost
through fading threads.
Time, now exhausted,
falls back onto a pillow
the wardrobe trembles like a Tardis
then disappears
into its blue police box
where every garb ever worn
still fits.
Who are you?
I am a hairy hippy, I glitter,
and Jesus Christ is still a Super Star.
She’s a sexy girl who won’t let me sleep.
Wire hangers rattle in the dark
a metallic laughter.
Nerves jiggle restless legs.
THE CAT, THE DOG, THE MOUSE AND THE RABBIT HUTC>/center>
When passing the pet shop window, I saw a wondrous sight.
The pets were having a party, far into the night.
The cat was smoking a home-made spliff she’d rolled between her paws;
The dog was sipping pink champagne and nibbling petit fours.
The pet mouse jived with the python, getting ever bolder;
Until she pulled a muscle, throwing him over her shoulder.
The doe, in a slinky cocktail dress and the buck in a silk tuxedo,
Slipped behind their rabbit hutch to exercise their libido.
The tortoises, though normally shy, had come right out of their shell
And took the floor in a slow waltz, which of course they did rather well.
They beckoned me to join them and we danced at a furious pace.
And then I awoke with a tickly nose; my cat was licking my face.
30th March 2020
Cheerful Rhyme Competition
Sponsor - Line Gautier
G-len Miller, his music is so wonderfully enchanting.
L-istening to his "Moonlight Serenade" makes me think of love so tender.
E-ndless joy, in my heart,his music always brings to me.His given
N-ame was,Alton Glenn Miller.He was born in Clarinda,Iowa,U.S.
N-otoriously,performed the trombone.His Glenn Miller Orchestra is divine!
M-usician arranger,composer,and great band leader in the swing era.
I-n The Mood",is onother one of my favorite music pieces of his to this day.
L-ittle Brown Jug" "American Patrol" "Tuxedo Junction" and so many more,his
L-egacy is filled of so much dancing and romance under a moonlit and stars.
E-ntertaining the troops was something very close to his heart.Glenn Miller,
R-emains one of the most famous and recognizable names of the big band era.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2010
October, 7,2014
Wind outside my tiny home, wreaking chaos on its porch
Wicker chairs and potted plants, stand firmly against its force
Finely tuned chimes sound loudly, sending sweetly toned notes into the night
A candle I’ve lit flickers, with the flow of cool currents through aging wooden panes
As the warm glow from the fire, now comforting, fends off the chill from a cool springtime rain
Tuxedo cats hardly notice a thing, intertwined into something resembling a fine sable
Opening one eye on occasion, then quickly returning to twilight
The fire logs let out a soft sounding hiss, as they shrink into hot glowing embers
Fixing my gaze towards its vibrant colors. Comforting, Hypnotic
Drift off to sleep with sounds of a storm. Who’s sharp pitches and tones
Guiding me gently like binaural beats and theta waves
Into another state, created by conscious choice. A world of making all my own