Let me tell you about the most tragic love story that has ever been known.
It's about a man who had a lover and her name was Pauline Jones.
It happened thirty-five years in the past.
But sadly, it was destined not to last.
She was beautiful with her hourglass figure and red hair.
But when she was taken from him, it was sad and unfair.
She had an ex-lover and he was jealous and mean.
He was furious and bitter because he lost Pauline.
Her ex-lover decided to visit her and she rejected him one last time.
He became enraged and he's rotting in prison for his horrible crime.
When she rejected her ex-lover, he decided that she shouldn't live anymore.
When Pauline's new lover came home, he found her lying dead on the floor.
When he saw what had been done,
He decided to end it all with his gun.
He knew that he could not be happy without having Pauline by his side.
He bought an engagement ring and was going to ask her to be his bride.
She treated him like a king and he treated her like she was a queen.
He ended his life because life would've been worthless without Pauline.
Pauline’s perfume personified poise and passion, a sliver.
In the quay of life, it was quaint, but it made one quiver.
Parading through life enticing quite a few quails,
Querying within but most suitors attempts were fails.
Pauline had the upper hand for sure, in every kind of way.
Her quiet, soft, personae was sedate almost every day.
Pauline’s platinum personality put us all in a quandary.
Did we pay penance, genuflect or just admire her that way?
I was not sure, so I stayed in my corner, under lock and key.
For this amorous scent would have been the quick undoing of me!
Poetry Contest: Mind Your P's and Q's
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner
Written 2/28/2021
In loving memory of Derek, 1932 - 2021, and Pauline North, 1931 - 2021
I know what I like, my love
And I like what I see
I wonder if you’d like to take
My hand and dance with me
We’ll marry in September and
Go laughing by the sea
I wonder if you’ll take my hand
My love, and dance with me
We’ll have a little house and make
A home and family
And all of this will come to pass
If you will dance with me
And I will make your flour rise
And puddings that will be
Like honey on your tongue if you
Will come and dance with me
There’s children in the garden, love
So many I can see
And all because you took my hand
And came and danced with me
You were my only love and true
And we’ll forever be
The last ones out there on the floor
You loved to dance with me
I’ll bring you daffodils, my love
And later after tea
I’ll take your hand and then we will
Go dancing, you and me
© Gail Foster 21st February 2021
A poem about a schoolboy crush.
PAULINE.
And her name was Pauline.
We were twelve.
We would meet on the swings.
In the park.
After school.
Before tea.
And before dark.
Passing each other on the swings one day.
I heard Pauline say.
"Will you marry me?"
One day I ran to our usual meeting.
But Pauline never came.
I swung on my swing slow.
To give Pauline time to show.
But Pauline did not.
It was all a long time ago.
Still, I have never forgotten her tho.
Pauline
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There once was this unbelievable Lady, of great source
who travelled this great Earth, as a matter of life's coarse
carrying within her, a heritage of great - wondrous force.
To the World, - then and now - she brought the word
onto two continents - many where fortunate and heard
and saw beauty and degradation - preformed - of this land
and the heroics and genocide of the first - the Red Man.
This Lady, of integrity, honesty, great soul, came to stand
for - what there is so little left of - from the hand of man
as we trample upon much of what once was noble, human
and of coarse, the source, the force that could make us so -
humane, especially at a time in this World's long history.
This was a beautiful Lady, who performed - wrote a story.
B.J."A" 2
February 1 2009
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