Orange slices in a plastic baggie
44 oz of a slushie daily
Short hair that never changed
butt cheeks hanging over the seat
We had nothing in common
yet Her's was the first Christmas card every year
She was married
no children
She'd look at me like I was speaking another language
when I spoke
She farted once
and looked at me like I did it
Her name was Sandra
but went by Sandy
Never saw her in a dress or dressed up
It was always comfort clothes
She had cancer
then it went away
I don't remember asking her about it
About how she's doing
I never thought I'd miss her
but I do.
My mirror tells the brutal truth,
a woeful tale of vanished youth
Where one eye squints and one eye shines
and broken dreams are long dark lines.
Emotionless and coldly callous
Honesty without spite or malice
Shamelessly silent yet telling all
Reflecting the writing on the wall.
An image appearing all too clear
Becomes too telling, too austere
Once colorful hues seen on display
Have now faded into a dismal gray
To know and see what is real and true
But then to sadly regret the view.
Telling myself it doesn't matter
Yet knowing, one is bound to shatter.
Sandra Weiss
Daniel Turner
I know the pain that love can bring
How hurtful words can bite and sting
When lies are told, love will take wings
That real love doesn't come with strings
Love, liken to a pendulum swing
Taking it all not giving a thing
Once I listened to my heart sing
When I thought love was everything.
What happens is, that we don't see
Sometimes love's not meant to be
Perhaps there should be a decree,
The lock for love has lost it's key
I found that love was not for me
It brings with it too much debris
Though some will say that love is free
I'd have to say, I disagree.
Sandra Weiss
Daniel Turner
Dear Sandra, here’s a little note from my heart to yours.
May it bring you a smile whenever you read it.
From your heart to your home, you’ve always opened the door,
Even late at night when I may have scared you a bit.
Let’s face it, who would stop by late at night, except me?
Hence, the reason you answered the door with a large bat.
But you still treat me as though I am family.
I want you to know how much I appreciate that.
Seriously though, your friendship, I truly cherish.
Your kindness, honesty, and sense of humor are rare.
I know those qualities of yours will never perish.
It’s people like you who give me a reason to care.
Here’s a little taste of life from a different point of view.
Look closely, and you may see a very little part of you.
These are pictures of things that you see around you every day.
But, now you can see them up close, in a different kind of way.
So, the next time that you look at a piece of wood or stone,
Think about how it looks, sitting in the dirt and all alone.
Pick it up and look at it closely to see what you can see.
And remember that these small things are a part of you and me.
Dave's nuts 'bout his girlfriend, Sandra McSpark
She doesn't bite much, but Man! - Can she bark!
She's got the sexiest growls
From voluptuous jowels
Sandra's no dog ~ She's a silver 'land shark'
There are only two movies I watch more than once a year.
While You Were Sleeping with Sandra Bullock is one of them.
Sure, I love her. But I love Bill Pullman too and Peter Boyle.
You know how sometimes you want to recast a movie?
This is not one of those. Each person was cast perfectly.
They are comedians, their timing is exquisitely done.
They are lovable, except Peter and Ashley, but they are great
Because they are supposed to be pompous, staid, stuck-up.
Every time I watch I am cheering for the heroes to get together.
Even Joe Junior, the landlord’s son, has a loveable side to him.
Glynis Johns is perfect, and it is great to see her again.
But the plot, oh, my, it is hilariously funny! So terrific.
I sit on the edge of my seat, chomping down popcorn
At an unnatural rate, cheering them on, dying for the ending.
When Lucy says “I fell in love with you,” and Peter Boyle says
“You fell in love with me?” my heart swells every single time.
This is a die-and-go-to-Venice movie. I highly recommend it.
If you want to grin for the rest of the night, watch this one.
The windmills swallowed
Don Quixote,
Ocean spat out Atlantis.
Nothing will surprise their hearts
Captured by stony aortas.
The boy from family portrait on the shelf,
Dag his bitten nails into remains of rotten orange
(which left the trail in colour of the burning hearth
across the sky),
And probably not even then,
Not once, has he wondered
What are the trenches on his mother’s face
Channelling salty water
From two black amulets.
Sister’s arms grew wings and scattered
Toward the hanging tree,
Row and untouched by loneliness,
The dog was staring
At the dry terracotta peel,
Only the father,
Smiling and handsome in a black suit,
Resisted the tide of the scorched sunset.
~
Words softly whisper, thoughts float as dreams, a poetic angel it seems
~
12/31/19
Written for the: Who Flips Your Trolley Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Bobby May
As a young boy with older brothers
A father who was either drunk or in prison
My big brother had a one on one talk with me
About being developed
But first this story about Tom Sawyer
He read in school about Tom and played me for a fool
Somehow he talked me into painting his room blue, fact!!
But one day when all was quiet
He explained sex to me
No wonder I could never find a girl
Who liked me?
Darn Brothers anyway!
Taking in all the beauty of
this sunny brand new day
As squirrels scurry about,
caught up in their play
Watching brilliant colors
blend together up in the skies
A soft gentle breeze whispers
Good Morning in silky sweet sighs
amidst the threads
of autumn trees
i listen as the morning speaks
a sigh within its silky breath
rustles through the leaves
within its golden branches
nested squirrels arise in play
beneath horizon's serenade
Sandra was enchanted and glamourous
Men were intimidated
Giddy when meeting her
Her winsome winning ways delighted them
None of the lot suspected
It was women she liked
Bingo goes where he does;
Throws his money on the table;
Sandra braids her ponytail;
Says she not in love with no man;
All hail, all hail, yeah;
Gambler goes to jail;
Sandra talks to Mable;
Bingo doesn't get bail;
Shouldn't steal the money;
All hail, all hail, yeah;
Mable ask Sandra isn't she married to Bingo;
Sandra said while touching her long hair no not any more;
6/11/19
Sandra I still think of you
Wondering where you are
Is your life a happy one
Full of kids and love
Have the years been kind to you
Did your dreams come true
Was our time good for you
Do you ever think of me
Perhaps we had a puppy love
For just a little time
So many years have pasted since then
In mind memories you haven’t changed
Still a picture I do keep
And look from time to time
Thinking longing of your kiss
Lost forever now in time
While you were sleeping, 1995.
I am Sandra Bullock, feeling alive.
Whenever I am sad, in any way,
I become Lucy Moderatz that day.
Favorite all time movie and so much more,
Eliminates sadness from every pore,
I do not jump on tracks, but see who does.
Stalk him hard as any soul ever was.
Carpenter brother Jack is my hero.
Escaping my cat life, feeling loved so.
People embrace me. A family again.
This movie for me is a total win.
Movie I enjoy, so totally dear.
I probably watch it eight times a year.
Date: 12-14-2018
Poetry Contest: Movie Magic
Sponsor: Gregory R. Barden
Movie: While You Were Sleeping
Character: Lucy Moderatz played by Sandra Bullock
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