In loving memory of our Nicola,
Loyal and caring as could be,
Such a devoted partner to Peter,
Simply the best mum to me.
You were taken far too soon,
Because life is cruel and unfair,
But I know you're still around,
Carrying you inside my heart everywhere.
Always caring for family and friends,
And my love for horses too,
Are just a few of the things,
That im proud I got from you.
I know you're right beside me,
Guiding every step along the way,
I love and miss you more,
With each night and every day.
Sadie liked to talk tough
because she was soft, an easy target
she fell prey to people who take advantage of nice
her tough words kept people away
it is not that they feared her
it is that they thought she would be tough
not understanding how easy she was
she often bragged that she had slugged or slapped someone
Fake advertising that had the desired effect.
She sits in a provocative way, knowing it.
Shiny red fedora perched down over her eyes.
An open dress shows many gorgeous assets.
Headlights glaring, soft legs casually crossed.
Looking like a doll from Mattel, not Art Deco.
I wonder if she is getting ready to dance or sing?
Could be both, she is multi-talented, capable of surprises.
I watch my cousin proudly, ready to give loud applause.
Today is an American folk event
Unraveled by traditions and etiquette
Vixens ask men on a date
Women hoping to find a mate
Sadie Hawkins Day we celebrate
Sadie looked like a delicate porcelain Madame Alexander doll.
As if she had stepped out of an old-fashioned magazine stall.
Her delicate curls were perfect as if done by Mr. Hairdresser Paul.
We marveled at her fur-lined cape, she was the hit of the ball.
There is a girl I know,
A work of sheer perfection head to toe.
Each time I think of her, my heart beats so,
And her name is Sadie Sue.
She has a pair of eyes
That are bluer than West Texas skies,
And there's a hint of promise in her sighs
Of paradise with Sadie Sue.
The way she moves her hips
Can make me tingle to my fingertips,
And when she speaks the honey fairly drips
From the lips of Sadie Sue.
When she turns on her smile,
It lights the world up for a country mile,
And my humdrum life seems more worthwhile
When I can be with Sadie Sue.
She has her pick of beaus,
And fellas flock around her, Heaven knows,
But by some chance if it were me she chose,
I would be true to Sadie Sue.
And then how proud I'll be
When my dream becomes reality
And she goes walking down the aisle with me,
The day I marry Sadie Sue.
By
The back
Door I find
Her chipped red bowl
Sunk into cold mud
Cupping my hands, I hold
Gently, my last piece of her
I think she knew, that gray morning
Putting her nose on my lap to say
Goodbye - but I, distracted by jobs and
Chores, left her asleep on her frayed blanket
I returned too late and she was gone
A decade past, but I still cry
Dusty tears for yesterday
Yet when I lift my face
Through silver cracked clouds
I can glimpse her
Paw prints on
Heaven's
Grass
2/18/22
E Forms - Etheree contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
First Place
Why do you keep up this ambiance? I asked Sadie.
Her house was a Bohemian’s catchall place.
A cobweb full of delightful piles and paints.
Half finished canvases, beautiful embroidered scarves.
See? She is not a witch, I told my persnickety girlfriend.
Ooh! She said. “Is that a cobweb?” It was; inside the house.
Sadie brought in the tea kettle and mentioned Earl Gray.
My girlfriend ran off screaming, due to the kettle’s teeth.
I love things that are whimsical and fun; so, I stayed.
Sharing a delightful afternoon with a recluse who is hilarious.
I went back many more times; but did not convey it to others.
Sadie liked her reputation as the neighborhood witch.
It goes along with my rune readings and my soothsaying.
She taught me this, palmistry and how to read auras.
You have the gift of second sight, she told me.
You knew your friend would run out screaming.
I could not deny it. I knew that she knew that I knew.
I was now smiling as widely as her crazy teapot.
Sadie was my best teacher; I was proud to know her.
We still commune, even though she is beyond the veil.
Curly headed Sadie warned the dragon bright
Better stay away from here, especially tonight
My daddy is on alert, that you gave me a fright.
Now that I know you, I want you to be all right.
The dragon was insistent, and liked Sadie so much.
He kept flitting and flirting, just out of her touch.
He asked to touch her bunny, and she said one little time.
So he gently felt its bunny paw, and then he said it’s mine.
Sadie snatched back her bunny and gave him what for fast.
She told him he’d best get out of there, if he wanted to last.
She told him her daddy wanted to shoot him in the head.
If that happened, she warned him, he would be promptly dead.
The dragon could not take the hint, due to the butterflies.
He was their guardian, and had to watch them with his eyes.
So he and Sadie made a pact, and kept it hard and good.
They would be friends forever, and he’d do whatever he could.
To guard not only the faeries, but Sadie, for she was a delight.
He agreed because of her daddy’s temper, he would stay out of sight.
They were forever friends, this dragon, and this little Sadie Honey.
Never getting into it unless he touched her sacred brown stuffed bunny.
In blue jeans and a large floppy hat,
Charming as the hot, southern morn;
She hears songbirds go this way and that-
And scarecrows are still as the corn!
Scented Sadie softly, secretly, smiles.
Whatever notions could be in her mind?
Her pleasure in beauty radiates for miles,
Like the stars that twinkle, though blind.
Sunny Sadie spreads such singular spirit,
As the lusty hues of nature clash and blend!
Like blossoms, sweet joyfulness she emits,
Like a high fashion model's newest trend!
Sensuously sweet, she casts a secret spell,
For she is the heartthrob of still summer!
Famed pearly teeth, of blissful living tell,
Like the fair visions that arise in slumber.
She shimmers, spins sparkly, spicy sensations,
Throughout the hot days and the inky nights.
Strawberry girl, loves to dance and twirl,
Sassy, slender stunning, strikingly bright!
LIMERICK
BRADY SADIE--
There was once a girl named Sadie
She had such long hair it was Brady
Hair so long comb would say Ahh!!
Could not run a strand through it no way
this is why she kept it braided
7/14/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
There once was a lady named, Sadie.
Whose past was a little shady.
She once shot a man.
Who did not understand.
Difference of no and maybe.
Who is Sadie Hawkins?
Why is she so famous?
All about the girls ask boys
In conversation between us.
I wonder what it would be
To have my name remembered instead of me.
Of course no one in their right mind would ever.
Call a social even Violet J. Magee.
A tall single rose
Breaking through a lowly pit of thorns
Much too vibrant
And much too free
Sadie Sexy Sadie
Alone trapped and overwhelmed
How could they have been so blind
So cold and ruthless
To such innocent beauty
Your smile your eyes your charm
So sweet so gentle and so fragile
Misunderstood and abused
Sadie Sexy Sadie
Pinned to a bed of thorns
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on October 14, 2017 for contest FRAGILE sponsored by JOHN HAMILTON
They say that the blues come 'round on Monday
And, friend, it just may be true what they say
But the blues sure don't use just that one day
Because I damn sure have got 'em today
I used to be just a travellin' man
'Til I met that gal that they call Sadie
I settled down on a dry piece of land
An' made sure they knew she was my lady
It wasn't long 'fore Sadie went wand'rin'
An' left me here on that dry piece of land
There ain't no help in sittin' here pond'rin -
Sadie just laughed as she took a new man
So I'll take the blues on down that dirt road
An' hope that travellin' lightens the load
4/27/2017
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