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I sat watching from across the bar,
As she toyed with her entourage of suitors;
Feeding each man small pieces of hope -
Her coquettish smile couldn’t be much cuter.
Her drinks were free; her blouse cut low;
She laughed at all of their jokes.
But, she always made sure, she was never alone
With just a single one of those blokes.
Some lesser men gave up the fight
When the stronger ones started moving in;
I caught her eye through the haze and the crowd
And sent her a tonic and gin.
When the waiter handed her the glass,
And mentioned it was being sent by me,
The huddle of studs all turned their heads,
At this pomposity they just had to see.
They snickered and sneered at the old man on the stool
Who was certainly no competition at all
They looked at each other, rolled their eyes
And simultaneously let out a hefty guffaw
She excused herself to go powder up
Leaving the hopeful combatants all alone
Then walked up to me, kissed me on the lips
And said, “Come on Dear, it’s time to go home.”
She slipped back on the ring I bought her years ago,
Feeling her vanity had been restored quite enough;
I paid my bar tab, looked back at the dropping jaws
And said, “Sorry boys, you don’t have the right stuff.”
We used to Communicate, Brainstorm, Debate
but I find you've been quiet and distant, of late.
Just what aren't you Saying? What is the good Word?
To find out, I eavesdropped and here's all that I heard:
You Cheered from the couch for your favorite team,
then Boo-ed twice as loud when they ran out of steam.
You Uttered a curse word with nary a thought,
then you Muttered "I'm sorry" to those in earshot.
You Ordered a drink and took more than a sip,
then Explained to the waiter why there'd be no tip.
You Growled at the dog thinking he'd comprehend,
then you Howled when he bit you, cuz it was pretend.
You Broke the news gently when grandmother died
and Offered condolence when some of us cried.
You Whispered a prayer right before the big game,
then Ranted when they won, cuz they did the same.
You Offered to take the kids out for the day
then Recanted when you found out you'd have to pay.
You Requested a raise and when Boss Man said no,
you Suggested that hell was a place he could go.
You Gossiped about the new guy at the gym,
but Denied it when you were confronted by him.
You have Uttered and Muttered and Whispered and Lied.
You've Lamented, Suggested, Proclaimed and Denied.
You'll talk anyone's ear off with babbling glee,
so I ask - is there something you want to Tell ME?
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Current Contest: Screwed V
Original Contest: Is There Something You Want to Tell Me
07/05/2015
Angelic, Axial, Animalistic, Anonymous
Balanced, Bullish, Brave, Boorish
Caring, Cynical, Charismatic, Contradicting
Daring, Doodling, Detached, Deep
Eccentric, Excavator, Engaged, Exorcising
Fatherly, Frantic, Fiendish, Faithful
Gamer, Gothic, Gibberish, Gentle
Heretic, Hippy, Horizontal, Hermit
Inspirational, Inquisitive, Impulsive, Interpreter
Jolly, Just, Jumper, Jack in the Beanstalk
Kindling, Kudosocial, Kinky, Karate zen
Loving, Lexical, Lavish, Lunar
Mysterious, Motherly, Musical, Mnemonic
Nurturing, Nibbling, Natural, Neanderthal
Outgoing, Outsider, Onlooker, Orthopaedic
Pious, Pepperish, Plastered, Porcelain
Quiet, Quixotic, Quester, Quicky
Repairman, Rider, Realistic, Remnant
Sweet, Sour, Single, Stamped
Truthful, Thinker, Tinker, Tumbler
Undecided, Untitled, Universal, Unknown
Vertical, Virgin, Vandal, Varsitarian
Whimsical, Waiter, Worldly, Wordy
Xenophobic, X-men, Xylophonic, X-rated
Yuppy, Yummy, Y era, Yoyo
Zany, Zealous, Zippy, Zapped
A sniper is a waiter.
You wait for the target,
You wait for the sunset,
You wait for the sunrise,
You wait for the rain to stop,
You wait for the wind to blow.
Sometimes, you wait for hours,
Then, everything is over in seconds.
Most of the time it is a fruitless wait.
The gun is a lifeless too.
But a good sniper,
Can put a pulse on it.
Bullet knows no mercy.
Too many killings
Makes your heart
Cold steel.
Bullets are like savings,
Spent wisely.
A gun is like a lady.
The less you know about her,
The more you fall for her.
Not precisely,
A gun is like a man.
The more you know him,
The better he can protect you.
I tell you,
A sniper heart is a lonely hunter.
I loved my fat Thai noodles.
They were such a perfect lunch;
But after four big dumplings,
I was filled up quite a bunch.
I ate as much as I could eat.
The portion was absurd;
‘Cause when I lay my chopsticks down,
I’d only scarfed a third.
The waiter took my leftovers
And packed them in a tin,
With plastic cover and
A paper bag to put them in.
He left it on my table
And I took it when I paid,
Real pleased that dinner for tonight
Was sitting there, all made.
But walking home, quite suddenly
My meal came crashing through.
The soggy-bottomed bag had ripped,
So what was I to do?
For on the sidewalk was displayed
Pad See Ew in its glory.
I scooped it up as best I could,
And that’s the end of story.
There is a moral to this tale –
When you go out to eat,
A noodle in the belly beats
A noodle on the street!
The store sign read “The Christmas House”
so we walked right in, greeted by giant Mouse!
Upon his head was a fluffy Santa Cap;
truly he was quite a friendly chap.
In the warm Foyer he took my coat;
a Chihuahua chorus barked holiday notes.
I knew they served great pet treats
but this place is amazing and sweet!
An elf waiter skated up to me
and handed me some wine and Brie!
To my dog Ben he gave a scone
shaped just like a big dog bone.
“Welcome, welcome, our new guests”
he sang to us with great zest;
“You’ll have the happiest time in here
I’m sorry, would you prefer a Nog or beer?”
I thanked him and said all was fine
and I swear that was a vintage wine.
we ate and drank and felt so merry,
I even enjoyed some plums and cherries.
Progressing to the other rooms
we smelled the finest of perfumes;
wafting from within the kitchen
of gingerbread, Ben ate a smidgen.
The next room had a singing snowman;
around him kittens played Kick The Can.
There were Christmas trees in each room
and pets could visit Santa on Zoom!
Christmas bones, and treat shaped mice;
were served by elves, how very nice;
I met the cat who did the cooking and baking,
jerky and chicken fingers he was making
Imagine my surprise as I drew near;
a cat chorus that brought me such cheer.
It was directed by a talented Dalmatian;
and my heart did swell with elation.
The harmony unlike any I’d heard,
those felines sounded just like songbirds.
poodles were hanging Christmas wreaths
a beagle hung icicles on a tree.
The animals left with packages galore;
it was a fine place, that’s for sure.
As we left a Great Dane gave a shout,
“Next year they’re hav’in a bigger blowout!”
“A Merry Christmas to Ben and his human,
we thank you for stopp’in by and Zoom’in.”
I wished them all great holiday cheer
and Ben and I’ll sure be back next year.
That electric energy rolled in like a wave.
It hit everything in its path.
Conversations paused and
The clinking of silverware stopped.
A chilling silence enveloped the restaurant.
Even in my secluded rear booth,
I knew she had arrived.
The temperature was unusually heated.
The women leaned over their plates,
Exposing low bustlines and
Licking red plush lips after every bite.
The men kept the wine glasses full.
They nodded, listening to lilted voices,
While stroking soft hands
With nails that matched perfect smiles.
She knew, just from standing in the door,
He was already here.
She slid lithely into the booth opposite him.
A waiter appeared with drinks,
He had ordered knowing
Her tastes in aged whiskey.
He smiled warmly at her,
A hot flush of warm air
Seemingly swirling around her.
Like a warm caress.
First like two fingers down her cheek.
Then a gentle touch under her ear.
She bent her head naturally into the touch.
The hand next so soft,
massaging her shoulder.
It felt so good she moaned aloud,
Before catching herself.
But this all was over,
As fast as it started.
And a piece of small folded paper
Was before her on the table.
He watched her eyes shine
As she read his offer.
She smiled.
Those blue eyes met mine.
In the kitchen a plate crashed.
A male voice was yelling loudly.
This made the waiter walking by us
Startle and fall into our table,
Spilling my drink into my lap.
A few tables over
A couple were drunkenly
Arguing over the cost of their bill.
Instead of handing him a napkin,
I gave him that paper back
With a counter offer.
I waited politely until the table was cleaned,
And he had received a fresh beverage.
I made sure to smile sweetly.
"Karma, if you want that damn human
that badly, you can have him this time.
I get him next time."
"Lucifer darling, of course."
Karma shot back her glass of whiskey,
Rose from the booth
Bent to kiss the Devil on the cheek,
And walked towards to door.
He lays on the couch.
The morning sun shines through the blinds Reminding him of another night passing.
He lived through the high and drunkenness.
How?
I try to smile,
But the more I smile, the more my eyebrows curl.
Now I need to speak, but I don’t think I can speak without shouting!
I’m rocking a bit now.
Which is making the floor shift and creak and my chair is about to crash through the floor.
My eyebrows are furling and my fingers are curling.
And the furling is ugly and makes me look like an old lady.
I’m thinking and trying to create more time by thinking slowly and gently.
But it’s loud. My thoughts are so loud.
The room is getting more distant.
The walls are creaking in tune with the floor.
They’re looking at me!
The waiter, and my friends are looking at me!
They’re aging and furling and curling.
The garlic chicken.
Yes, the garlic chicken please.
And water.
Water always helps me.
And the moment is over.
A character study done here.
You always liked to stir things up.
Like a washer agitator
You thought your tactics a good touch.
Stirring, stirring until worn out
A good name you just loved to smear.
The fabric ripped, buttons cracked, gone.
Desiring to ruin a nonsuch.
You'd set the trap, you fishhook baiter.
Carrying on life, minutes later
You'll never change, your ways all set.
But sometimes now at life you clutch.
I had hoped you'd change soon, my dear
Doing your service still your waiter
This is actually a Bref Double poetry form but somewhat the same as Quatorzain.
Beliefs, rituals myths... are like organs of religions,
To god and goddesses, in respect, we fear like pigeons;
Apollo, Artemis, Athena, and Ares... of Greece,
Presided over by Zeus and Hera, did fear increase...!
Sumeria, Columbia, India, and Egypt,
Though varied, like treasures, had their age-old religious script;
Philosophers or poets or saints or serenely sages,
Invoked gods and goddesses before beginning their pages...!
John Milton called on the Spirit; darkness to illumine,
Lift his soul from mundane; always to dwell, in the divine;
Denise Levertov had his reason to make his house yarn,
Like a bear; and the snow blocking all the entrances, darken...!
Christians begin thoughts, words, and deeds with the Lord's great Prayer,
Muslims submit supplications - Dua - with great love and care;
Hindus chant Mantras, holding sacred power and virtue,
Sikh Akaal Moorat, Ajooni, Saibhang... have great value...!
The Eternal God living in me, I invoke, in awe,
Alla or Guru or Mohammad, or Christ of love-law;
Illuminate my lone paths in ways I do not know how,
To them, in love, sincere worship... ever I humbly bow...!
May my life, like mirrors, reflect your love, to each and all!
May yearnings of mine, like streams, in you ever rise and fall!
May no harm to any beings, in my heart spring at all!
May my soul, like a waiter, stand ready to heed your call...!
20 October 2021