Christmas in Quebec is an enormous affair.
There are giggles and smiles and excitement in the air.
Tens of thousands of visitors head here every year.
The festivities and traditions are to many so dear.
We have festivals and feasts and foods of all sorts.
We get airmen and armies and sailors from every port.
There are delicacies too delicious to mention to you.
Why don’t you come visit this Christmas in 2022?
In my younger years used to take the bus
In winter froze my nose and ears
Don't know how I survived still have 'em
Kinda crooked the way it appears
Wore woolen ear muffs as mom insisted
Sure did the job playing hockey
With cherry red like or red apple cheeks
Dad picked me up in our old jalopy
All things were different back in the 40s
'Twas my real growing up years
It was my first introduction to the girlies
Times of gladness and a few tears
Wouldn't trade em for all my adult years
More cheers less fears mostly
To say that at eighty-six I think is a big plus
Girlies loved my sexy goatee
Through the cobblestone roads they walk
with feet so light and hearts so bright
along the path where passion sizzles love
it is a prelude to dismember by the hour ;
Fine china dishes and silent forks await
outside the window, a horse passes by
clickity clack clomp clickity clack clomp;
They are dreaming of their future
in Quebec City that place of old
where open rustic gates are a sign
of new beginnings;
The waiter speaks with a sweet mix of
English-French and savoire faire;
The grateful feast begins
fullant plates of pasta so divine
that when the hour is over, all they
do is lay supine:
"Embrasse moi mons cherie "
he leans over and kisses her softly
then feathers her body with a brush
of his hand , downy soft and warm
no words are needed.
8/24/2019
Contest Name: 136 words
quebec city
cobblestone streets
autumn memories
posted on September 11, 2018
The first time I saw him, my heart took flight.
What a beautiful, beautiful sight!
Dark-eyed and gorgeous with plenty of height!
He came where I worked, stealing glances each night
as he streaked through my life like a comet so bright.
In less than one week, that guy would be gone.
What a beautiful, beautiful sight.
How I wished our time could go on.
It seemed all my young life I'd wanted to be
with a boy like that; it was so heavenly
every evening when he came around. I would see
this young man flashing flirty smiles at me!
Later I learned he'd felt shy until he
asked me out finally! We kissed in his car.
With a boy like that, it was so heavenly!
I'll never forget him - my bright vanished star.
Indelible is my memory of the young man from Quebec.
Dedicated to Guy Loranger, wherever he might be.
Nov. 14, 2017 For the Rhyme Time II Contest of Laura Loo
Beneath his coal-black forelocks, flirty eyes
kept meeting mine when I allowed my gaze
to fall on him. As if I were a prize,
he grinned at me. He'd put me in a daze!
When he approached, my heart began to pound.
He spoke so fluently, and his accent
was French! I'd never heard a sweeter sound.
He asked me on a date. Of course I went!
We chatted in a cafe as we ate.
Inside the core of me, a longing grew.
then as he drove me home, I could not wait
for what I knew would very soon ensue!
Once parked, he turned to me, eyes deep and tender,
and all that I could do was to surrender.
Dedicated to my indelible memory: Guy Loranger, wherever he may be.
Written Aug, 9, 2016 for
Becca Teagan's All I could do was surrender - Shakespearean Sonnet
The dam broke in Quebec.
My thoughts,
my words,
and my pen
all moved.
Moved like the thin layer
of brackish water
over the icy depths
of le Fleave St. Laurent.
Moved like the evening breeze
over the cobblestoned streets
past the lighted shops’ doors.
Moved like the flags flying
over le Chateau Frontenac
as the high winds whip.
The French
from the tongues of
the waitresses
and bartenders
and patrons,
and the strums and songs of
the brickwall guitarist,
all worked as white noise,
and the glasses of wheat beer,
the plate of white cheese and
cold red grapes,
and the warm amber candles,
were all sustenance to the soul
to move my pen across the notebook
and break the dam.
FREEZE - FRAME OF QUEBEC CITY
Time-capsule towers over St. Lawrence:
Heights of Abraham look imperiously down
On the Ile d’Orleans spread over the river,
Chateau Frontenac’s fairytale frivolous turrets,
Le Parlement’s serious severity,
Antique town with narrow cobbled streets,
Overhanging shoulders of timbered gables.
Clipclop of caleche leaps back centuries,
Cobblestones echo concertina and fiddle music
About log-driving men with peavey poles.
L’ete indien - a world of rust and copper leaf,
Montmorency Falls and the legend,
All frozen in time and in winter’s snowy grip.