Long Wendy Poems
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Not everyone has houses or lands, gold or silver, stocks or bonds, IRA’S or CD’S, Cars or cash, insurance policies, etc. But that does not mean we have nothing to leave behind when we depart this earth. The best things in life are still free, and there can be great qualities in our lives that are well worth the leaving. So why not make a ‘None-Material Possession Will’, and describe from A to Z what you wish to leave behind. i.e.,
TO AL, I LEAVE MY GOOD ATTITUDE
TO BETH, I LEAVE MY INNER BEAUTY
TO CAL, I LEAVE MY COURTEOUSNESS
TO DON, I LEAVE MY DECISIVENESS
TO EARL, I LEAVE MY ENERGY
TO FRANK, I LEAVE MY FAITHFULNESS
TO GWEN, I LEAVE MY GOODNESS
TO HARRY, I LEAVE MY HONESTY
TO IVAN, I LEAVE MY INTELLIGENCE
TO JAN, I LEAVE MY JOY
TO KEN, I LEAVE MY KINDNESS
TO LORI, I LEAVE MY LOVE
TO MARY, I LEAVE MY MERRINESS
TO NANCY, I LEAVE MY NICENESS
TO OLIVER, I LEAVE MY OBEDIENCE
TO PAM, I LEAVE MY PLEASANTNESS
TO QUENTIN, I LEAVE MY QUIETNESS
TO RON, I LEAVE MY READINESS
TO STACY, I LEAVE MY STABILITY
TO TOM, I LEAVE MY TIMELINESS
TO URSULA, I LEAVE MY UNSELFISHNESS
TO VINCENT, I LEAVE MY VIBRANCY
TO WENDY, I LEAVE MY WILLINGNESS
TO XAVIER, I LEAVE MY XENIA (Ze-ni-e [Greek = Hospitality] )
TO YOLANDA, I LEAVE MY YOUTHFULNESS
TO ZACK, I LEAVE MY ZEAL cj071507PoSp(Posted 3/23/20)
In my head a war is raging
No agreement, there’s no pact
Anger wants to be the leader
Rule my thoughts, and with no tact
Then comes Conscience with his reason
Something must be done, and fast
Quickly he sends for Discernment
And hopes this tension will not last
But the latter leaves him waiting
And the waiting took too long
This was not supposed to happen
What ensued, was bad and wrong
Anger whom got all the madder
Started spewing gall and hate
Conscience tried real hard to stop him
But alas, it was too late
Anger didn’t even bother
In his fury and his rage
He just swore with sheer abandon
Like a lion in a cage
Conscience quietly endured this
He gave up, he spoke no more
He just waited till Discernment
Came and walked in through the door
And he came, but with companions
This shook Anger through his spine
Never did he think Discernment
Would show up with an extra nine
Peace and Kindness, Faith and Patience
Goodness, also Self-control
Mildness, Joy, all these were present
They all tried to reach the goal
But the situation worsened
Anger chided who and what
But it didn’t take much longer
’till he wished that he had not
Because Love now started speaking
With a voice strong like a gong
Everyone now stared at Anger
Who now seemed a lot less strong.
Wendy Nipas
The puppet master, a master indeed
Control becomes his greatest need
When first with charm, he lures you in
And then he gives it all a spin
Now in his power you feel trapped
Your energy ever steadily sapped
You know not what to do our say
You are confused in every way
The master keeps you on your toes
He tugs and pulls that’s how it goes
Poor you, you never did foresee
That this would ever come to be
A quandary you’re in for sure
A plight that begs for a speedy cure
You hate the dance you’re forced do
You can’t belief that this is you
But like a moth who loved the flame
You knew not how to play the game.
Wendy Nipas
I am a foodie, I must confess, I swim a few laps for exercise
Along come the Mollusk, and to my pleasant surprise
I have no restraint and they look so yummy
I just open my jaws wide, and fill up my tummy
Holy Mackerel, they make quite the feast!
Unlike that deepwater whale; Moby Vic, that lumbering beast
A real blow show, they eat any freak’n thing
Whale diet: Squid, Krill, Larvae, what distaste they bring!
Ah, catching up to the guys, what are they circling ‘round?
Heya Tom, Bill, GW, Anil. Rob, l see you’ve gained a pound
“I’m on a sea-food diet, I see food, I eat it!” Hee hee hee
Yep, you may want to stick to your day job, try a sea-shanty!
Look over there boys, the Seahorses, I hear they work for LYFT
Harry, how’s business, break for some sushi? California Roll, a gift
You may wanna giddy up, plenty of shrimp crawling beneath you
I know how much the Seahorse love to munch crustaceans too
"Shrimp—cockroaches of the sea! Not a kosher food"
Okay GW, what do you eat, my friend, set the mood
Gefilte fish recipe; grind the salmon, red snapper, codfish,
Onions, carrots, add eggs, sugar, salt, white pepper, in a dish
Stir in ice water, add matzo meal and chop, boil, voila, gefilte fish!
To the right of us, why it’s Lady L, my, she is swell
Small crabs on her menu, anything in the sand that dwell
Blowfish is a species that feeds on poison, dangerous to eat
They can’t hunt, they call ‘em puffers, just one puff’s a real treat
Anil, do you believe in sea nymphs on a blue oceanic parade?
Yes, I vision the lovely face of Wendy on the frame of a mermaid
Nil, come on now, aren’t you married, mate
OK, Tom, I’m going home, I won’t be late, I won’t be late
To the right of us the Starfish, greet the ladies of the sea
How they brighten the day, on display, as charming as can be
Pangie, Valsa, Andrea, Paula, Len, Kim, Eve and Gina
I know how you love snails, I bring escargot straight from the Marina
And so, my friends, another lovely day. Join us for our usual Activities and Brunch
6/11/22
Third Place
A Merger With Food Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Natasha L Scragg
I remember that I once called him Peter Pan
The man I loved, and yet a child at heart to me
A name that became vividly more portending
at pretending than I ever could've imagined.
A lost boy I found long ago, or did he find me?
No need for Tinkerbelle's pixie dust because
he flew with me as his Darling,* to quell his sadness
but in taking it from him, I began losing myself.
He tried to escape his nemesis, the Captain's hook,
but too many walks along the pirate ship's plank
proved to be a daunting task he kept undertaking.
I kept trying to rescue him but he wouldn't swim.
He was drifting far out to sea; drowning in the drink.
I called his name but no sight of him was I able to see.
Peter Pan was lost again, and this time also to me.
Never Never Land is a place I won't be visiting again.
*Wendy Darling
Ego
If I could buy a compliment
One for each awkward day
No matter what the price would be
I’d buy them anyway
Not to inflate my ego
Also not to feed my pride
There’s something I can’t overcome
Believe me, I have tried
You think that I am self-assured
My confidence is showing
Well if that’s the way I am perceived
I can’t blame you for not knowing
You don’t know of my inner fears
The doubt and indecision
I understand it’s not your fault
I did not give permission
I wanted everyone’s respect
That was something I held dear
But now I see that what they have
Is actually more like fear
And that is not a compliment
For it keeps me isolated
I see no benefit in this
I’m much too overrated
So now my desperation shows
But Pride will not make way
For Humility to take its place
It refuses to obey
As I quietly suffer with elegant poise
My heart is sad and hollow
Common sense is pleading for the lead
But I don’t know how to follow.
Wendy Nipas
I wrote this for the children of my friend Wendy and her husband. They both died this past week from Covid 19. They both had chosen not to get the vaccine which is unfortunate. They died three days apart, she was 50 and he was 60. How many more loved ones will we have to watch die before social media stops with the lies and people start listening to their doctors. Please people get your vaccine and spare your children this heartache.
Dear Katie and Cameron
Another sunset has come and gone
My heart laments from dusk till dawn
With the sunrise I’ll kneel and pray
For strength and faith to guide your way
May God’s light shine down on you
And give you peace in all you do
I know their death was premature
But with each other you will endure
Live your life and make them proud
They’ll see you both in any crowd
Just keep in mind as they depart
They both will dwell within your heart
Don’t say goodbye, it’s not the end
They’re up with God, family and friends
You’ll see them again so have no fear
Your Mom and Dad still love you dear
“The fairy was flying in loops and swirls around her,
shedding fairy dust as she went. Throwing it at Wendy.
Delighted, the human girl raised her arms up
to fully experience what was happening. Delicate
golden sparkles floated down and kissed her skin.
Where they touched, Wendy felt lighter.
Tiny pains she hadn't even realized
she felt entirely disappeared, and
any weariness vanished.
She felt rested, energetic, and- airy.”
— Liz Braswell, Straight On Till Morning
PIXIE SUE AND LITTLE OLD ME
greenery fell on me,
spare not the show —
a pixie dancing deliriously
all aglow
wrinkled bark of the wise old oak,
tickled pink,
his wizened spark —
an ageless drink
pixie sue in polka dot dress
amuses the congress —
applause adrift
in giggling face-lifts
opulent oaks
shake their bountiful heads.
the verdant snow —
a confection of Spring, spreads
my leather toes pointed
with little bell swings
melody of a child’s heart —
ring ring ring
and i’m lifting, floating, flying
freely into cloud high —
a tornadic bliss,
a kiss from the earth to the sky
sue looks up in disbelief,
cries —
she wants to live life larger,
grow in size
the leaves twiddle
and twirl,
crafting a nifty nest,
a basket for this panglossian girl —
no a boat — a love cruise
that sails up to the sky.
sue spots her friend,
lands on her head, amused
a hat for me
a strawberry beach for her —
the scent unexpected so far out.
pixie sue with pointed toes — a waterspout
the oaks
extend their limbs,
as polka dots
deliriously fall on them
4/7/2020
REGULARS
Wednesdays, Fridays and
Weekends are my shifts.
When I am there, regulars turn up
which is as exciting as getting gifts.
Let’s start with Carole and Jackie
having so much energy in the morning.
I can hear their voices from down
the road to my adoring.
Two coffees or two teas but
never gravy and water from peas.
Always having a story to tell,
And we always have a laughing spell,
Having a sense of humour that is hip and quick,
I do see Carole licking foam
off her wooden coffee stick!
Moving on to Angie and John,
“A pot of tea please" the kettle I go
and merrily put on. I’m still baffled
by their self-fixing Corsa car.
On evenings, they enjoy going
to The Southcliffe Bar. They love
Bridlington except for when
it’s busy in the streets.
I’m always delighted to see them
come in and take their usual seats,
A 70/30 split heated sausage roll,
as they ask me about a potential
minor TV role,
I ask what cafe’s they’ve been to,
and always hear the portion sizes
are too big to get through!
Josie on Saturdays with
her telephone phone call,
I love saving her “shipping order”,
it’s no problem at all,
Getting up to all sorts like
gardening and swimming at the leisure centre,
It’s always a delight when I see her enter.
Wendy comes in at the end of the week,
seeing her brings a smile to my cheek.
It’s nice to see a fellow author,
having wrote a book about
Sewerby with a co-author.
Paying for her shopping on her
mobile phone up to date with her tech,
She’s so advanced I bet she hasn’t touched
in years the likes of a cheque!
There’s plenty more who come in off the street,
The most brilliant people you’ll ever meet.
Being so privileged to have gotten to meet them
all over the span of seven years,
I certainly owe them a few beers. So cheers!
A is for Annie Apple Blossom she buds in the Spring.
B is Betty Baby Breath she's such a dainty thing.
C is for Miss Candy Tuft pink-cheeked with hair of gold.
D is Debbie Dandelion who never does what she's told!
E is for Easter Lily she's as white as snow.
F is Francie Fairy Bells who ring-a-lings where she goes.
G is for Ginny Gardenia perfumed oh so sweet.
H is Holly Hocks a Tomboy, she has two left feet!
I is for Inca Lily dressed in colors light.
J is Joanie Jump-Ups, Johnny's little sister bright.
K is for Katie Kangaroo Paw her nails are painted red.
L is Lila Lady Slipper who stays too long a bed.
M is for Merry Morning Glory dressed in pale blue.
N is Nancy Narcissus who trumpets ""toodeloo!"
O is for Olivia the Ox-Eyed Daisy dolly.
P is Patty Petunia, her pancakes are a folly.
Q is for Queenie Anns Lace her dresses all have ruffles.
R is Ruby Rose-a-lee who almost always shuffles.
S is for Sandy Snap Dragon tall and thin. petite.
T is Tallulah Tulip her clothes are so off beat!
U is for Uma Umbrella Flower, sweet and sunny.
V is Vicky Violet she plays with Easter bunnies.
W is for Wendy Water Lily she'd rather swim than dance.
X is Xana Xmas Tree in Winter she's entrancing.
Y is for Yani Yarrow, a girl so bonny fair
Z is Zelda Zinnia, she pinning Yani's hair.
All our girls are fine and strong, so beautiful and brave
Not a single one of them would think to misbehave!
Bio: Wise woman.