Tessa Ransford 'WOMAN'
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to be loved by you
and loved in return
graceful beyond words
turning in the direction
of your smile
precious each moment
precious each kiss
might I hold your hand
to stand together as one
united together in love
as lovers
must we make foe
of those in opposition
to our togetherness
to divide the crowd in thus
this endeavor
might my ring protect
the hand of my lover
to queit a meanspirted
world
Tessa's Thighs
Hey Tessa babe come and kill me with your sexy oversize thighs! The CIA is after you. Reason: your oversize thighs! I see you in your cut down jeans. So awesomely fecking sexy.
See the curve of your tailpipe where there's no material, your table top lips tight against the fabric curtains. You need a licence for your sweetie leisure centre body. You age 170.
I know many men who want a piece of you. I do. As does my wife. How will you both be, between one another's thighs on the river? Your dear darling do not moan that you have a top body, ace thighs and no licence to use it.
I'll give you false ID so I can legally use you, be between your hot oversize cupboards my dear Tessa. You'll enjoy your pussy cat bite being nibbled and my big cockerel up your light bulb. Over and over again.
Second Shadow
Jimmy Boom Semtex
Guilt and grief hold hostage Tessa’s mind,
Ruining all attempts at normal life.
Errors of her past caused others strife.
Although they’re forgiving and so kind,
Tessa can’t yet leave her guilt behind.
Echoes of good days at last break through.
She remembers when she used to pray,
Crying cleansing tears, finding her way,
And basking in forgiveness, feeling new.
Phoenix rising, Tessa is today.
Embers fade, outshone by sun’s bright rays.
Date: January 11, 2020
Contest Title: Great Escape Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
January 27, 2020, entered in Strand Choice 7
W-orthy name of eighth September
I-s denoting sweet success;
N-ever ever will she quit nor will she give up to distress.
T-riumph and victory
E-levate her good reputation;
S-atisfied with her performance,
S-ated with her own
A-ction.
B-ig birthday celebration
U-nderscores her rank and fame;
L-et WIN TESSA be regarded
A-s eighth September's worthy
N-ame.
Brian’s Birthday
Tomorrow is Brian’s birthday,
Who will his mum invite to play?
Brian hopes that Mick will come
But that depends on Michael’s mum.
Kate always brings nice toys
But never, ever plays with boys.
Or Margaret with her freckled face,
Not a hair out of place,
Bringing presents with expensive trappings,
Bows and kisses and silver wrappings.
Tessa with her bright red hair
Only seems to stand and stare,
Or Richard who’s extremely rude,
Talks whilst he chews his food.
William, who lives next door to Mick,
Eats and eats until he’s sick.
Thomas could come and stay the night
But Tom and Richard always fight.
Last year little Matthew came,
Bringing chocolates and a game
But in a temper beat up Mick,
Michael’s mum came round quick,
“You won’t be coming here again,”
She said, through screams of rage and pain.
Tomorrow is Brian’s birthday,
Who will his mum invite to play?
B. Stebbings
05/03/2016
BETTER HALF
for Roger and Tessa
I feel his presence as if he stood before me
My thoughts are tea-leaves only he can read
A brain scan shows I want him to adore me
While my heart shows for him my wanton need.
I trawl through the day, he could never bore me
I think of him even when I bleed
Heart of my heart, friend to never score me
Necklace of desire, bead after bead -
He knows my ways, how to love and shore me;
His speech shows me where and how to lead;
He never hurts, his will would never core me,
Or leave me hungry where I want to feed:
At times we see ourselves, strange and rude -
Clasp each other, beautiful and nude.
(c) Rosemarie Rowley
From IN MEMORY OF HER (2008)
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