A person in the public eye,
When subject of a joke,
Has every right to mope or cry
About the one who spoke.
Yet we’re still a democracy,
Though maybe not much longer,
And things we thought we’d never see
Are here and getting stronger.
The freedom that we have to speak
And criticize or sneer at
Applies to even those so weak
Their enemies they JEER AT!
The ALL-CAPS ranting’s not enough –
The claws must dig in deeper
To prove to all that he’s so tough
Revenge will cut much steeper.
And so the toadies and the Court
Will seek some retribution
As ABC might cut things short
In hopes of absolution.
It’s bad enough when words are hurled
From One-I Will-Not-Mention
But now, with wifely wrath unfurled,
There’s double the attention.
I have never thought I felt love
But I do know it's face
I prayed to God to reveal love to me
He replied
Work accordingly
I am far away
My other half lives his life yet I could not get him to believe
That love not really cherished
Can grow distant
Intertwined two hearts
No one can really understand
Does he still remember to think of me
In his life am I still apart of his wifely duties plans?
Picture on the Parlor Wall 9-27-24
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Sampler on the Parlor Wall
Shadows born from dawdling light
Stretch across a firelit room set with porcelain cups,
From tea parties long ago and faraway,
With an invitation to sample sweets and savories
Like the sampler on the parlor wall.
Beneath neat rows of alphabets stories gather,
Verses stitched with silk and dreams
And numbers that taught a woman’s craft –
A child’s wishes fly with birds and lady bugs –
Wishes to convince a suitor at the door of her wifely worth
In tidy stitches foreshadowing an orderly life.
A young lady-girl in pantaloons and blue sashes
Weaves circles of symphonic dots in French wheels
While lazy daisy chains meander on her linen fields -
Magic flares in her zigzag lines, her wishes on wooly stars.
No signature remains from her little hand -
Her hearth, her home, her heart –
Only a legacy of butterflies and roses sampled on a parlor wall
And a tiny scarlet dot of imperfection like a signature remains
Embroidered into a sampler embracing each dawn and dusk.
I can hear those whiskers dancing the kitty cat said.
You can’t stated her husband. It’s all in your head.
Now I see them too she said. Come here Ed!
He said “That’s enough of that. Bring me some bread.
Kitty cat turned and let out six giant growls.
They turned wifely and mean, sort of like howls.
Ed turned and ran from her wrath all blue.
The mouse couple laughed and did another soft shoe.
A commoner King usurps the crown
Marries a blueblood of royal renown
Drunk as can be, in an imperial mood
Orders the Queen to appear stark nude
Before his commoner friends, no less
She refuses, of course, precipitating a mess
The King has the Queen killed
Then sobers up and isn't too thrilled
At the loss of great beauty
For just doing his duty
To ensure that every man is king of his castle
Not subject to wifely disobedience or hassle
So, he holds a beauty contest, and the girl who won
Won't tell her real name, who she is, where she's from
'Til the day she tells the King that his right-hand man
Is plotting to kill her, her family and all Jews in all lands
Wicked Haman is hanged, and the Jews skirt disaster
The Holiday of Purim's today ~ May we never outlast her
According to Jewish tradition, the Coming of the
Messiah will cancel all Jewish festivals---except Purim.
She saw her husband hold a woman tight.
Began plotting his death with adamsite.
Rage dissipated and became more light
When his cousin came to spend the night
For it was the woman she had seen
Hugging her husband so rich and keen.
Adamsite pushed behind things that clean.
Killing him now would be really mean
Last Saturday it’s to the pub,
and walk inside the public bar,
where I met up with Tommy Judd,
who is at time’s a chump galah.
Tom was looking smart and slick,
in a custom tailored outfit.
Too flash to wear in public bars;
more suited as a Toorak kit.
‘Where’d you get that fancy clobber?’
I asked Tom and brought a drink.
Tom proudly smirked and stated,
‘It’s gifted from my wife I think.’
‘Yes my wife always surprises me,
but from work I came home early,
and there they were, my surprise -
she’s such a precious girlie.’
‘I could feel her enduring love,
for there’s this custom coat to wear,
plus these trousers in our bedroom,
and both draped across a chair.
A curvy mermaid once spotted me
Fast asleep 'neath the shade of a tree --
She cried, I grant you a wish
I'm a genie, not a fish --
Said I, Wow, genie, please marry me...
You should be careful what you wish for
My 'genie' was a fish to her core --
Always stayed in the ocean
Knew not wifely devotion --
Go make love to a fish from the shore
July 26, 2019
Two Sea-Themed Limericks Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Contest Result: N/A
By Parizo Van Thulare
In love your beauty i fell
In your heart is where i want to dwell
To all my haters i say farewell
This time you all going to hell
I have some tales to tell
In you i feel trapped as a yolk in an egg shell
True love is what i smell
You are treating me so well
Give me a chance , that love i have for you will swell
You are a hard drive that drives my feelings to excel
You are flower with that breathtaking scent
I can't wait to be locked out of this cell
I met her at a public place
Our eyes met for the first time
I immediately felt so many emotions
"What was it about her that made you
step out on our commitment?"
"Was she more beautiful than I?"
"Did I not fulfill my wifely duties?"
"How come loving me appropriately was
a hard thing for you to do?"
"Was I not enough?"
I told myself I wasn't going to allow
any man to make me feel less
than what I was worth
She told me she killed one of you babies
and carried the other in her womb
My heart broke in so many pieces
I remained strong not one tear fell
I was so overwhelmed by grief I couldn't
allow myself to accept her apology nor respect
her in that moment
Yes I am pissed at you
Yes I deserve better
Yes you will get what you get
Yes our family will not be the same
and I will not allow this moment to define me
Cathartic tea, steaming under our noses,
away from the suffering of grown-children woes,
and wifely duties. Just hanging together - best friends.
rooibos - red bush tea
releases the tongue’s anguish
~ red lips turn upwards
Hearts bond over chicken salad, stuffed with
whirligigs of grapes and nuts, and giggles.
tea-fingers, wholesome
bite of little sandwiches
~ the crust left behind
settled in for hours of conversation - just how
this happens, only God knows. He made us
girls this way. Men just eat and stare, but
our lady chat never never ends. The clock taps
fingernail seconds, but we totally ignore, for
the precious absence of time, where we sip
on endless tea and release all the sadness,
embrace the joy, of seasonal bliss, steeped
in immaculate flavor, that life gives girlfriends.
glossy fingernails
pointing, tapping, red-happy
~ teas good to last sip
10/24/2017
Act 2, Scene 4.
The Salisbury plain. Within a henge, a watchfire burns. The Seer approaches The Seeker.
Take heed, my friend, our part in cosmic cheat
Plays on; below the stage the truth lies quite.
Hold off the blazing sun's firstfound deceit,
Trust only in the filtered lunar light.
Maids long for wifely pleasure while wives cry
For their lost maidenhood, each of a date
They'd cast away; while Fate presides on high,
With ever laughing countenance it waits.
Mere mortal men lie dreaming all bewitched;
They ken not of the ruse nor hollow fake
Which gods employ on them, their eyes bestitched,
Awash in hope shown false if they would wake.
Unknowing we are born, Illusion's tide
A ceaseless pull, until the great divide.
Rust ate away the Tin Man's heart,
but I never stopped loving.
After abandoning me, who wouldn't
need a wizard's magic to restore
some semblance of feeling?
Loving me was like loving a tin can:
I always had something to offer.
Loving him was no more than loving tin foil:
he crumpled from every wifely demand.
After passion had worn out his iron cock,
he marched into the woods -- as he fled,
my desperate words flung from a resolute mouth
bounced harmlessly off an impenetrable backside.
I cried, threw things, carried on for days,
but nothing flipped the switch in his mind.
[The robot was intent on leaving me.]
So alone as I was, I did not regret my actions:
I sold that bastard's heart to a junkyard.
This poem appears online at Words are a Need.
http://wordsareaneed.blogspot.com/2014/07/married-to-tin-man.html
If only you knew
about the things I do.
The secret life I live.
By day I'm your wife,
honest and true,
by night I'm 'Seductress Queen Viv '
It's seven a.m.
I make your breakfast again,
just before you go off to work,
I wave you off as you go
and before you know,
my wifely duties I shirk.
I get online and strip in time
for the men who want to pay.
They're all really nice,
pay the price
and say they want to meet me one day.
So, on go the stockings and
lipstick .... shocking red,
then I do a lap dance
whilst balancing on my bed.
Some of the men I talk to,
if they want to pay,
I speak in a husky voice
and say what they want me to say.
Uh oh, I hear your car coming up the drive,
off with the stockings
and as quick as a flash
into my jeans I dive.
I run to the kitchen
just as you get out of your car,
as you open the door,
I say with a smile,
'hi hunny,there you are.'
I've been infected, his love is contagious
He's the only cure and this feeling is outrageous
I can't help but to be gracious
No one else can have my heart because its already taken
His love is spreading
Coursing through my veins
I bleed his essence
His touch is insane
His smile calms me
His laughter warms me
I am in complete awe of his beauty
He makes me want to perform wifely duties
Like wash a few dishes, do a lil laundry
Have a hot meal prepared whenever he's hungry
Make sure his bath is hot and bubbly
Plant soft kisses from his head to his tummy
I'd use my mouth to stroke his ego
Ride his tide to relieve his pain
All I need is one chance to show him that his love will not go invane
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