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I dream a world of contrasts and evolution
Bold smartness and resolution
In so much as:
Flat things are flat for all people,
and shades of gray are not adulterated by photoshopping.
Facts and opinions regain their identities.
Deception is an accident not a strategy.
Trust is earned.
Empathy is respected as a strength.
Impulsiveness once again is the domain of toddlers,
not an asset of adults.
The racial spectrum achieves a balance and cohesiveness
unachievable by Versace or DaVinci or Trump.
Our differences are assets we share.
Ideas are guided by compassion and wisdom,
and triumph when they find their words.
I dream a world of contrasts and evolution
Bold smartness and resolution
What’s wrong with me? I’ve been asking myself this all week.
Anyone who knows me will tell you that I weigh questions coldly and logically. Then it hit to me.. it’s summer, silly and I'm in classes!
A typical summer would find me tanned, sunburned, greased and unkempt, like a happy, sandy, beach hobo, my hair would be either braided or left fly-about to tangle into cotton candy wads.
My bf Peter’s learned to like fine restaurants (You’re welcome). I’d have never left the beach on my own.
“They can bring us anything,” I’d argue, looking up pitiably from my shaded, Tropitone lounge chair.
Around sundown, Peter would have to catch me, slippery oiled and brown, to comb me out and scrub me before dinner.
“Get dressed!” he’d encourage, picking out a dress suitable for dining or casino wear - “I made us a reservation.”
I’d come out of the en-suite in my fluffy, Versace, terry towel but invariably, before I was even dry, Peter would shake his head, growl and say, “Com-mere,” holding his arms out a little, palms up (he’s never been very verbose), and smirking a little, I would, because his expression reminded me of Christmas.
“What about our reservation?” I’d chuckle.
This was, of course, a volunteer situation, where it was up to us all to do our best.
.
.
Songs for thus:
Girls On the Beach by Carter Cathcart
Wouldn't It Be Nice by Papa Doo Run Run
Please Let Me Wonder by Carter Cathcart
did you think leaving me
would break me?
i wasn’t broken.
a soul is allowed to get
that much heated only once in
a life time
Was i hurt?
of course!
however, i prepared for it.
you were never mine in the first place,
just too many things reminding me of you,
most i can never let go of.
you gave me a piece that
put my writer’s block to sleep
that peach and passion fruit
tea makes me feel rejuvenated.
the chocolates?
i eat them whenever i get bored.
i still look at the empty christmas box
the only physical christmas gift i’ve gotten,
doesn't match
the rice my grandma makes on that day though.
The versace perfume?
i’ll spray it when i want to
feel you close to me.
the song we shared?
it makes me smile and dance still.
what do I do with troijaan and Kk.Y
you left in my dressing locker?
you gave me a name that
would make me think of you forever.
The way we made love
was intense and I hoped
there wouldn’t be a living
mark left behind
because I'd be forced to send it back.
i'm sad you left, I'm sad I left,
but instead of feeling bad,
i'm letting those good memories
Bring the best out of me.
from this day onwards
i’ll turn my pain into pen,
my hurts into hard work,
i won’t cry myself to sleep
or remember the words you said
I never believed them anyway.
because you were a tree with branches that
needed to harness.
i’ll write every beat of how i feel instead,
it’s okay to cry right?
that’s how i can heal.
i’m human and i’ll miss you
it’s not hurting so much though,
cause i knew this time would surface
just didn’t know it would be this soon.
i chose you from the start
i just wanted to be satisfied
and let go.
I didn’t want nothing more
but you did show me a little more
So I stayed a little longer.
i’ll cherish the fun times you made me smile
the bad moments? i won’t let them ruin it.
one of the best year i had.
spent 2 fighting like cats & dogs
we were both weird so I thought
we didn’t fit.
you said otherwise
I Agreed!
i didn't understand the conflict of interest
you meant but i’m sure it was just a means.
i understand hunny!
i’m used to detachment so i'm good.
be happy!
my pride won’t let me text
you so i'm storing it here.
Winning the Lottery
Yes, I dream of winning the Lottery,
Hitting the jackpot on a Saturday night.
Oh, it’s so wonderful to imagine,
So, I cross my fingers and hold them tight.
Our George bemoans his bad luck,
All these years, not even a Tenner.
He told me that a couple from up Orkney,
Won Five million, Mr and Mrs Jenner.
Now I don’t want a fortune,
Just to be comfortable, would be nice.
I could buy me a shiny new sports job,
Without thinking about it twice.
A holiday to the Island of Barbados,
Under tropical skies, that sounds grand.
Or perhaps a Mediterranean cruise,
Lazing on deck, getting tanned.
I would have to update my wardrobe,
With a suit from Ralph Lauren.
A few shirts with the label of Versace,
Oh, and Designer shoes by Donna Karan.
We may have to move from the terrace,
Buy a cottage in the countryside.
Or better still a bungalow by the sea,
With a Veranda, to sit watching the tide.
I could afford to have Guitar lessons,
Learn to play blues like Jimmy Page.
Imagine that, me becoming a rock star,
With adoring groupies at front of stage.
Now, I won’t see our Emily go short,
and I’ll give a bit to John and Jilly.
I’d better return Danny’s Lawnmower,
and give that borrowed Twenty back to Billy.
I could retire and take it easy,
No more working long shifts over-night,
Slaving for that Miserly McGregor,
He’s loaded but so flaming tight.
In truth, I’d leave without notice,
And tell him just where to stick it.
My wife say’s stop daydreaming Jim
You’ve never even bought a ticket.
“Your mother’s love, the silent devotion ,the never heard prayers, the unseen care.” ~~ Shobhna Kanwar~~
She stood in the foyer of the church, through the window to the aisle.
Her threadbare clothes hung around her form in denial.
She watched him take her arm, as they approached the groom.
A hush was heard as the organ played in the room.
How stunning the bridesmaids, four beautiful girls,
The bride exquisite, her delicate lace gown studded with pearls.
The crowd were obviously all well to do,
Men in Versace suits, women clad in Channel and Dior too.
She listened as they said their vows and swore to be true.
She smiled as he proclaimed to his bride “I love you”.
Marriage complete, they would all soon walk out to the street.
It was time for the hagged woman to make a hasty retreat.
He glanced at her but didn’t raise an eyebrow.
She would never be recognized the way she looked now.
It was so long since she had cried, she shed just one tear.
Her dear daughter would never know that her mother was here.
Your dolls grin in my summer
melted silver plastic sin
and I heard a crow caw
all for my belated needs
I never intended life
finding my self six feet deep
My pall bearer lover-needs
me and my simple sweet soul!
All for you I oiled
your soul machine
and I am cosmic
mechanic heart
I have the skills
to fix your devour-mouth
My pall bearer sees crow caw
and I'm still six feet under
Under your high heel-career
and Versace style psychotic needs
And who (you) bury my bleedings
I keep your longest kiss under
-- neath my broken bone cap knees
and nothing hurts like my mouth.
: 07-16-2014 ::
OLD AND NEW 3 : COURTROOM
On a throne sat a vulture
feathers preened in paisley silk
eyes red and drawn
heart tightened by trauma
skin thirstily drank almond oil
Ghosts in black gowns stood
around remembering privileges
past the ruffles, insulated by
a myriad rules crying ink
spilling verbs on cold
corridor benches
White rhino horned a metre
eyes flecked hazel fear
buttocks rippled castrated power
in Versace pants pressed by
servants underpaid, yet dancing
Blood numbered endless doors
coffee machine broken, judge
pasted a smile borrowed
from law school decades ago
onto a hand-painted t-shirt
Another drama of new estates
I wondered where the freedom
fairies were ?
©GhairoDanielsPoetry1997
He sure enjoys
his life of Reilly;
lavishly living it up!
A globe-trotter.
A man-about-town.
He's a big hit
with the ladies,
and he doesn't mind
all the attention.
He's a big spender.
Did I mention
he's got style, too?
An unlit Cuban cigar
is always seen dangling
from his mouth.
He's not a smoker,
it's for the look.
He's fashion-savvy,
collecting Rolex watches,
ray ban sunglasses,
fedora hats,
and Versace suits.
He loves his cars
costly and fast;
a Porsche here,
a Lamborghini there
On weekends,
he sets sail
on his fancy yacht,
flying high
on his private jet.
He kills time
on the golf course
hitting the links
with millionaire friends,
throwing parties,
and showing off
his trophy wife
His escargot dinners
are always served
on high-end china.
He swigs champagne
from crystal.
Oh, what a life!
(Free Verse)
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Catch a Weasel Asleep
Upon my word It all came true,
Sky turned Green and Earth was blue,
Fish didn’t swim but they could walk,
Sheep wore hats and learnt to talk.
Cockroach roamed six feet tall,
Slaying dragons, for they are small,
Eagles fell from pure green sky,
Shed their wings could no longer fly.
Fox strolls town during light of day,
Greeting strangers, it’s just his way.
Tiger’s tamed eating berry fruit,
Rats attack men in pin stripe suit.
Mankind turns human, honest and good,
Walking land where giants stood.
World is spinning upside down,
Man, in the Moon bemoans and frown.
Penguins wear trews by Louis Versace,
Playing concert piano like Liberace.
Ice caps melting flooding the land,
Paupers and Porpoise go cap in hand.
Life on Earth is in reverse,
Pollution and noise only make things worse,
If you ever catch a Weasel asleep,
The end is nigh; time to weep.
THE BEAUTIFUL FLOWER VERSACE
STANZA 1
How lovely it sounds,
To hear of a Beautiful Flower which profound.
Wanting to be with it, for years abound.
Going far beyond,
To see this Beautiful Flower which Profound
STANZA 2
It takes years to reach.
It soil in it vase was rich.
It colors were pink and peach.
You were told that The Beautiful Flower was made by a .
But yet, you didn’t give an inch.
STANZA 3
You said to the , The Beautiful Flower is mine.
For I will water The Beautiful Flower with sweet wine,
Ready to break any line,
For The Beautiful Flower to be mine.
So we shall abide.
STANZA 4
The vase alone, was so attractive
Whosoever stirs at it, becomes erotically active.
Because The Beautiful Flower was seductive,
From the be protective,
But those words to me was inactive
STANZA 5
Getting The Flower, I bleed
Eagerly to taste it seed
Because that was my need
After tasting the seed
STANZA 6
The Flower Vase becomes bigger
After eight month, the vase becomes extra bigger
What kind of wine did I give to The Beautiful Flower?
Where is the attraction and seduction of My Flower?
I went to see a Plower
STANZA 7
I told him my narration
He said why didn’t you use protection?
He said something can be done without protection
The words of the then draw my attention
STANZA 8
I then remembered that beauty fades
But it was not late,
Because from the plower, "ones a vase is broken a new beautiful vase shall appear".