If you really love her
Let her go
Confused me
For years
Many many
Recently I concluded
That it's
For the best
And I see it now
Micky Haller and
Wife number 1
She's leaving him
Again
And
He should let her
Leave.
As I see it now, you see,
It's like this
And its simple
So simple
I wonder why, how,
It took so long,
It took those many many years
My advice to Mickey is this
If you really love her
Let her go
And if she loves you,
Simple,
She'll come back.
And tell me Joseph,
This has
What to do with me?
And who's Mickey Haller
Anyway?
Should I care a bit?
And as I ascended the stairs Wendy,
Wondering why
I had written that,
Nothing to do with you at all,
How'd I work Wendy into that poem???
I couldn't.
Until, of course,
I could.
I
And we,
Of course,
Had finally, finally,
To let you
Go.
We all love you, you see...
And we had to let you
Go,
But
With a twist,
We
Had to let you go,
Not
So you could return to us.
The truth is different.
You
Never left.
We
Had to let you go,
And you
Would prepare the way for us,
Until we meet again.
Shall we go?
Yes love, where to?
Heaven.
Heaven - would I get in?
Yes, just say you know me.
I'd love to Wendy, but I can't. I have to stay for the kids.
Well, don't worry Joseph, it won't be long. Time flies here.
Really, literally?
Yes. You know how you can go back thirty years to when we met, and it's like yesterday, well it's like that here, only you don't have to wait thirty years. It's like you just click your fingers and you will be here, don't worry.
And you are sure I'll get in ok?
Definitely Joseph, just tell Pete - I just call him Pete not St. Peter -
I heard only angels get to call him Pete..
Yeah, I think I heard that too. Anyhow just tell him you know me...
I will, thanks love. I've always been glad to know you.
I know that Joseph. What's that silly word from that film -
Ditto.
Wendy and Jenny hold a party
They are coming dressed up pretty
They are not lonely
They are all happy
Wendy brings her honey
Jenny brings her puppy
They are there making cookies
The party is funny
Looks like the party is juicy
But someone is going to be crazy
She sleeps late. She
Hates school. She
Wears nightgowns. She
Stares at the stars. She
Laughs like She
Loves life. She
Flies home. She'll
Grow up soon.
Curtains flutter over the nursery sill,
Waiting for their mother to find
The coverlet tossed aside, hanging still,
Patiently expecting mother to right the spill,
The beds, empty, the windows, the open kind;
Stars twinkle, restlessly above,
for their mother to kiss them goodnight,
As a girl sits alone, tickled by lilac and foxglove,
Without her darling boys like a solitary dove,
Thinking of a nursery far from the starlight,
The empty nursery, soon to be found,
Soon to be an empty treasure chest,
Without the starlings, lost, dead, drowned,
Their pied piper a rooster with a crown,
Who flew them away from the nest,
The darling mother ought not to cry,
The lost little girl should wipe away her tear,
And never run. But fly
For life will say with a sigh
And what is lost is always near.
When I was a child witches were the demonic devils in faerie tales.
I was terrified of the old lady up the block who looked like Margaret Hamilton.
Witches, witchcraft and witchery were to be feared, and I was frightened.
Harvey Comics changed it up when they introduced us to Wendy Witch.
Wendy was kind and compassionate, she wanted to make friends.
She was a soft-hearted upstander who stood up for other people.
This was a new witch, a witch I wanted to know better.
She changed things up in my head, and I looked up witchcraft.
Witchcraft is not Satan’s workshop, it is gardening, it is herbs, it is awareness.
“To no one do harm” is the witch’s creed.
Who were these men who wanted us to fear witches?
Possibly jealous men who did not know how to garden.
I thank Harvey Comics for my mind shift regarding witches.
And Wendy Witch of course!
Wendy Horder's life took a blight
As sometime God does not get it right
At least Down Under
With awesome thunder*
God soothes their soul with Vegemite
*( At least I thought it was thunder, but it
may have been Wendy's old toaster?)
I
Unless you have been loved --
Not just reading about all types,
Unless you have been a Beloved,
My life says: until then, it's all hype
II
My mom - unschooled - loved me well
My dad, not so well, he was unwell
So I sought God, as Mother, Shakthi
I found Abba Father because of Wendy
III
Wendolene's love is not all, but so much
More than I deserve -- as with Jesus!
I met her when I was sixty
I have energy as if I'm thirty
IV
I celebrate human Love, and marriage --
Be faithful, see a miracle, all thy days!!
There once was a lone, sad spirit
No one wanted to be near it
A witch named Wendy
Became quite friendly
Casper smiled that she did not fear it
*Casper the Friendly Ghost
Willingly I give you my heart,
Easily falling from the start.
Neither of us knowing where this will go,
Doing everything we can to let this love grow.
Yearning for God to play His part.
Always wanting a love so true,
Not knowing what God already knew.
Now we are here together,
Everyday is getting better and better.
Can’t hardly believe this love so pure,
Under God’s eyes it is for sure.
Now I know she is the most perfect in the land.
Doing everything I can to win her hand,
I will give her a love that is so grand.
For I know in my heart that she is true,
Forever will I say, “I Love You!”
Wendy Anne Cundiff
CUTE WENDS SCISSOR HANDS
It’s lock down in Jozi, a state of emergency
As you know,
Wends my hair dresser sent me a what’s app,
Haven’t seen her for Three weeks or so,
She’s bored, so started to cut her front and back
Lawn with her scissors,
As for now has no customers, so does not use
Her salon’s mirrors!
She drank a flagon of cider
Whilst hubby sat down beside her
When she broke wind
It did not offend
He just shrugged, "Where can I hide her?"
Wendy is lost. She made the wrong choice.
She screams at night, hoping Peter will hear her voice.
Damaged by the trials an adult has to make.
Her life has become more than she can take.
Villains like Captain Hook, came to her in disguise.
They've broken her heart with countless lies.
She has turned her misery into rhyme.
Wishing that she could turn back time.
She has witnessed the dark side of reality.
Depression & sickness has weakened her body.
Sipping her medicine from a buttercup.
Listening to music to cheer her up.
Every wrong decision has made her cry.
Blissful thoughts could make her fly.
All she needs is some hope & Pixie Dust.
Searching for a man that she can trust.
Wendy's dreams are about Neverland.
Soaring through the clouds & holding Peter's hand.
Just follow the second star to the right.
She'll be there by the morning light.
There was a young girl called Wendy
Who happened to be in a frenzy
She met a nice guy form Glenrothes High
Then lost him to Janet McKenzie.
Rwendy Wendy was trendy like a pencil
A surge of love she was on to overkill
Look! He scratched her shoe
She Still pitched the woo
The screechy owl screeched and fluttered down the hill
Rwendy Wendy
© rajat kanti chakrabarty
10th November,2014
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