Wanda is wafting
Waffling in the wasteland
Whirling with wonder
She takes her wand a sugar cane long
And waves it in the air singing a song
She likes to make her heroic cape
From collard green leaves that she crochet
She makes her brazier from coconuts
With licorice straps sticky to touch
Her bald head blessed with a crown
from grapevines with grapes hanging down
Her skin is thin from all the chemo
She is stronger than superman in her soul-food soul
She uses cotton candy to make her socks
Shoes so fancy by Goldilocks
Bet you never again will see
A skirt made of dried fruit candy
Yellow sun rays shine on her face
Fighting cancer with food in more than one way
6/14/22
Written for A MERGER WITH FOOD POETRY CONTEST
Sponsor Natasha L Scragg
No matter what’s in front of you
Wanda Woman is behind you
Wanda Woman!
No matter what’s behind you
Butterflies gonna pull for you!
She’s a dancer, cancer
Can’t kill her soul
She’s a winner, and in her
Is a heart of gold
She’s a mother, lover
A grand-mom too
She’s a tougher, warrior
Than the “x” you know who.
No matter what’s in front of you
Wanda Woman is behind you
Wanda Woman!
No matter what’s behind you
Butterflies gonna pull for you!
Chemo won’t flow
like her in her stride
So cold, so broke
She feels when she cries
But then, she grins
As someone walks in
You see, she’s a queen
Stronger than an elephant.
There once was woman named Wanda
whose shape made men want to want her
but as Wanda once said
when I go to bed
no springs will get sprung till I wanna
Willber whistled while wooing wonderful, wistful, Wanda
but Willber's woebegone whistling made Wanda want to wander
Wandering Wanda wanted Wally but his weak, wretched whistling was wanting Wanda was wowed by Waldo's wondrous whistle that she found very taunting
Wanda Mann loves dressing naughty
So the lads will call her, "Hottie"
But out on a date
They all need to wait
Because she has to go potty!
For Wanda
Deep in the crannies and the nooks,
where no one goes and no one looks,
The whispers of a scattered mind,
call out to shadows left behind.
Like strobes, the memories flash and wane,
then wash away like April rain.
And thoughts that once were clear, refreshed,
sit trapped and tangled and enmeshed
in webs of darkened yesterdays,
with no tomorrows or todays.
Time flickers in the here and now,
it's all that fate chose to allow.
Behind the silences and tears,
Behind the hopelessness and fears,
Within your soul, beyond my view
Your light still glows; you are still you.
Wanda asked with eyes big and blue
Could it be I needed a screw?
With drinks on the table
I found she was able
To do what she wanted to do.
Wanda's eyes were teary
All day she felt that way
So badly she wanted to cry
The tears would not come
She did not know the reason why
When it was bed time
Upon her bed she laid
With her head upon the pillow
Laying awake for hours
Wondering why she felt this way
No answer came to her
Tossing and turning All through the evening
Until she fell asleep
A little break from teary eyes
Is what she needed
That is when the tears
Began to roll down from her eyes
She tried to stop-tears streamed down
Until all the tears had cease
Feeling better after a good cry
Wanda walked hours down the paves sidewalk, talking and hearing voices and talked to them as if they were with her, she walked miles in the same clothes, she road the bus and unknowingly odorized the transits bus seats without paying attention to herself.. Slowly day after day her mental status worsened and round around for she road the bus to stay warm,, until they stopped she smoked a couple cigarettes...
Wanda is going to be fine. She lost her glasses and her job and almost life from depression... she will go to the treatment facility to be cared for and take a bubble bath and wash her clothes and medicate her so she can get sleep and get stabilized... Wanda will be herself again soon... I say a prayer for her... she has a great smile and soon she will smile again and have a decent life to live...
From the state of Oklahoma, you came to be.
Many proclaimed you rock and roll’s first lady.
Discovered by Hank Thompson in Oklahoma City,
you became so popular, even dating Elvis Presley.
Influenced by Elvis, Jerry Lee Lewis, and Buddy Holly,
your biggest hit song came in 1960.
Top of the charts came with “Let’s Have a Party”.
“Fujiyama Mama” made you famous internationally.
From being a pioneer in rockabilly,
your music success continued with country.
Flamboyant performances earned you popularity.
Many of your fans still flock to see you today.
Judging from your success, it is easy to say,
you have been number one, and there may you stay.
Thanks to wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for the information I obtained to write this poem.
Wednesday, while waiting for the waiter, wanting some waffles at the Waldorf,
a woeful, wimpy, wall-eyed Walter,
witnessed a wicked, wanton woman (who was wearing a wacky wardrobe and
wiggling her whoppers)
waddle in walking with her Welch terrior
winking, wooing with wily ways,
wanting to weaken Walter’s willpower. Willing,.. Walter whistled
as wife, Wanda, walked in. Well, Wanda walloped Walter with welter-weight wrath!!
Response :
Wonder when the workmen will wash Walter off the walls at the Waldorf?
I miss your laugh.
I wish I could bring you back.
It's not the same without you here.
I miss you so very much.
My words could never be eough.
A silver white moon lit the night sky.
The peaceful earth was asleep.
Yet evil hid behind the nearest star
as she saw men in white approaching from afar.
Her heart beat fast; their hate was hot,
too hot for her to bear.
She sat with the moon as he started to cry.
She asked him why?
He said, “Be still my child and look up,
for the stars have begun to melt.”
This poem was written about a fictional character, Wanda DeWitt, for my first
novel, Willow Creek.
When weighty Wanda
Discussed her dreadful diet
She sarcastically said
Easy! I eat everything I eyeball
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