He loves catching fish,
It’s his everyday wish,
At dawn, he sets his boat ready,
Even though his boys are sometimes heady,
Off he goes for a bounty catch,
The weather is never a match
to hinder his jolly sail,
Eating fish is his family’s daily diet,
Some are also kept for sale,
Some smoked and wrapped in a serviette,
He takes along on his journey,
Sunny days are his best days,
Fishes seem attracted to his rays,
His pockets are buoyed with money.
August 30, 2022.
A Jolly Fisherman Poetry Contest,
Julia Ward.
Categories:
serviette, family, fish, fishing, food,
Form: Rhyme
Hope-losing Miss Lizzy,
Already looking dizzy,
Now knows it isn’t easy:
Bartending for The Like-Ant-Busy:
Customers quick to be queasy
Over served glasses visibly greasy.
Teeth-gnashing, baring Lizzy
Coldly painted “Damned Lazy”
Continues to wish at were easy
A fence between serviette and The Creasy
Tables distancing from The Sleazy…
Can’t a smoky bar turn breezy?
The upset enquiry of Upset Lizzy
Whose bar -woman’s breath has turned wheezy.
Categories:
serviette, career, cheer up, confidence,
Form: Rhyme
The wake
I can't cope with this everything is arranged
the women in my house are talking about handbags
that much not match the dress.
Or is it the other way around
I tried my suit it was too small I'm wearing a black trouser
with a suitable jacket.
The casket will be open, but we can't stand too near
I Don't want to see his cold face.
He has been in the morgue for days, waiting for
the money from his boss in Congo
if the money does not arrive on time, we have to wait
a bit longer.
I have saved, but it was meant for my funeral,
everything else is arranged they are playing AVE Maria
which will reduce me to tears.
My wife will shush me to tell me to pull myself together
and hand me a serviette.
After the burial, we will go and get something to eat
I like to get drunk, but my wife will stop me.
You see he was my friend and I will never get a new one.
Categories:
serviette, beautiful, confidence, creation, environment,
Form: Blank verse
It all started with a bet
Inside a launderette
Over a cigarette
With a brunette
I hadn’t yet met
Her name was Marie-Antoinette
As she said it she did a pirouette
And wow what a silhouette
Coquette she wore an amulet
Feared nothing short of a bayonet
Forgot the laundry it was still wet
I got hungry and craved an omelet
Asked M-A to join me in my Corvette
Drove to the closest luncheonette
Ordered baguette and anisette
We talked right until the sun set
She showed me a statuette
She dreamt of a trip to Tibet
So we jumped on a jumbo jet
Me her and the rest of the jetset
Across the aisle was the oddest duet
He played the clarinet she the castanet
While Marie-Antoinette rhymed the alphabet
Dancing and waving with a serviette
Try and imagine this strange vignette
Marie-Antoinette Marie-Antoinette
Forever in her debt
Not so easy to forget
I only have one regret
I left Marie-Antoinette back in Tibet
Submitted on November 14, 2022 for contest 2022 POETRY MARATHON MILE 20 sponsored by MARK TONEY
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Originally posted on February 17, 2018
Categories:
serviette, fun, silly,
Form: Monorhyme
Beware of Poets
Don`t trust a poet` s declaration of love
it is the words he means, the turn of a phrase
you just happen to be there as he looks you in
the eyes thinking; I have to write down that
before I forget it
Sometimes he finds a serviette borrow a pen
writes down words you thought was meant for you.
Drinking coffee with you, he appears restless
because he wants to go home and
fill out the poem he composed, alas he is not
thinking of you but of a wider audience
Categories:
serviette, career, caregiving, cat, celebration,
Form: Blank verse
Paris Sonnet
I visited Paris a few days ago went into a café
And ordered a cream cake, the slice was huge
And had a yellow liquid on top, I was assured
It was sweaty sugar.
Tiny footsteps
No, it was decoration
Made by an artistic baker and a fork
I have diabetes should not eat sugary things
Put a serviette over the cake, drank my coffee and left.
The river Seine was still high
I just this morning read that Paris has a plaque of rats
Discerning taste prefers cake shops and why not
Who wants to live in that dirty river blind lovers
Think are romantic.
Categories:
serviette, cute love, dad, dance,
Form: Sonnet
Solomly the mist drifted aimlessly,
cloaking moor and heather, the
curlew and grouse silenced by
the haunting of a solitary piper.
Kilt clad from rocky outcrop,
the lament Land Of My Youth
echoed ridge and valley.
Beckoning the lost footsteps,
the gillie, the baker, the bankers
son, the urchin that raided your
orchard, once names, once faces,
now empty spaces at the dinner
table.
And the tune reaches out beyond
the gorse and fern to strange lands,
names we failed in geography at
school but now etched in heart
and epitaph.
The lofty peaks point skyward like
prayers some unclimbed, some
unanswered. The grass will grow
where boys once ran, the laughter
now an aching memory.
The piper stills plays beckoning
souls not names, the stag raises
its head and the eagle circles
this land of our youth. To duty
or glory from boys to men, from
men to earth. The orchard will be
quiet tomorrow and the hills less
worthy. At the dinner table a
serviette to dry the tear and the
piper will fill the glen.
Categories:
serviette, loss
Form: Prose Poetry
Toulouse, oh please do place a hand on me
Your pen will sketch what your eyes can see
The ladies’ legs as they dance the can-can
Make me feel like more than a napkin
Toulouse, oh s'il vous plaît placer une main sur moi
Votre stylo esquissera que vos yeux peuvent voir
Les dames les jambes comme ils dansent la Marque de french-cancan
Me me sens comme plus qu'une serviette de table
Categories:
serviette, people, me,
Form: Clerihew
Underneath the huge iced white Christmas tree balls
Eyebrow lifted as she sank back into the leather chair.
Comfortable ,eyes no longer sunken with dehydration.
Gingerbread and curds being sugared and whipped
eyeing his dessert with determination , he whispers....
Speaking in unison "A cat has its special scratching tree."
Crumpling her serviette in her fist, she stood up and
extends her hand spending the next couple of hours
kissing on the soft sofa with the glamorous blonde.
Your marriage must come first no matter however
much you profess to love your mistress.Swallowed.
She will understand and immediately say goodbye.
Categories:
serviette, life, people, seasons, social,
Form: Verse