Category: fairytale

Drinking, Eating, and Itching

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When Elaine and Dan are together they love to cook and climb trees

To their backwoods love shack they both have the  keys

They cook in the kitchen and in other rooms

They’re creative with their inventive special va va vooms

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But yesterday they both wound up with poison oak

Deep down inside Elaine and Dan are city folk

They go to the country only on weekends

It’s just the two of them – they have no woodland friends

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But I guess I should take that statement back

There’s a still behind a neighboring shack

They’ve never met the old human who lives there

But he left them a note saying he has moonshine to spare

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When they drink it they can’t feel the itch of their rashes

Also in their beef stew – they add some splashes

They must forgo the intimacy tonight

They won’t add more itches they’d have to fight

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They’ll wine and dine the next time they come

And they’ll share with their fun neighbor some most excellent rum

It’ll be an uncomfy ride back to the city

Neither Dan nor Elaine are in the mood to be witty

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They pack their leftover pastitsio in the cooler

They have plenty for next door neighbor Lady Hillary Hewler

And no stop this time for Italian sandwiches at Amato’s

Elaine likes hers best with no to-mah-toes

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They pick up their lovely lab at her fabulous sitter’s

And they have three cats and a chameleon – they sure love critters

Also no market to pick up some cheese

They just want to get home – they’ve started to sneeze

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Later Dan’s in the kitchen baking chocolate cake

Elaine’s in a cool bath for her rash’s sake

Dan brings her a gin and tonic

Her itch is making her feel demonic

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When she gets out of the tub – Dan’s kind of in the mood

Elaine eats some cake and checks on her animal brood

She decides she’s good to go

So even though they scratch – they can’t say no

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Some Vibes

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Pink pearl necklace, a cranberry velvet couch,

           Reading Balzac, Berlioz plays, thunder

                  And lightning. Gray tabby purrs.

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A countryside cabin, rain on its roof, a fire in the fireplace, reading Kawabata. Vermeer’s View of Delft painting, a pewter pitcher of Calvados.

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A room painted Matisse blue, a vintage pine table, a blue fountain pen waits.

                     Reading Hawthorne, a raucous raven peers in, a book of Poe’s poems.

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A little attic space, midnight candlelight, a blue silk robe, reading Yeats,

      And a silver vase of lobelia.

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Giant snowdrifts outside, warmth inside, with a fire in the fireplace, a white mansard mansion,

                          Reading Dickens,

                          A pink organza dress

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A maybe haunted library, an orange velvet wingback chair, reading Sayers …

      An ivory cashmere sweater, Ravel plays on

             Vinyl.

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An ivory silk blouse, black patent leather mary janes, and a black onyx necklace.

                     Reading Flaubert, an antique map of France, scent of sandalwood.

                      A black cat snoozes

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Delineation

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Beach and sea

Delineation

Line in sand

Tide and foam

Boundary which moves

           Toes cross border

              Feel cold whole bodies

           Salt water welcomes

Sun, minerals, tears washed away

   Surfers ride

It’s getting dark

Waves invisible, the castles, lights out

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Clouds in sky

Delineation

Blue, endless, a Cumulus door

Its entry moves, changes shape

         Ethereal white home –

But whose?

          A star’s daytime hideaway

     The moon keeps watch

Night is when inhabitants make

       Mischief.

Surf within the

                Constellations

Signs of water – Cancer, Aquarius, Pisces

       Leo awaits the Sun.

Feline impatience – He prefers heat, fire.

Nimbus nighttime

Respite for Gemini, Taurus, Aries, Capricorn.

Sleep by starlight

Under Venus’s watchful eyes.

             House of Sky is grand

There’s        room        for         all

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Morning, wind is made

Windows, doors close

Water signs

             Crave sleep.

In dreams more borders crossed

               Delineation, blurred. 

       Universe keeps Time.   Clouds make shelter.

                       All the Tomorrows.

Deidre and Byron

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Deidre thinks Byron has a great physique

And the color of his eyes is quite unique

It’s an odd shade between true blue and emerald green

Byron is intelligent – so Deidre has seen

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Deidre’s favorite color is pastel pink

She writes in a blue notebook with special red ink

Byron has his sights set on her

He calls her the French name for flower, Fleur

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She wants to cook him pork chops – but Deidre can’t

Byron balks and eat them he shan’t

So she makes him her specialty – Lima bean casserole

And a delicious banana profiterole

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Twister is Byron’s favorite vintage game

It’s a good thing Deidre doesn’t think it’s lame

Together they have some pretty fun times

They both love their tart margaritas with limes

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Deidre’s middle aged and has a segmented neck

Byron sees it in the light of the deck

But he knows he has a double chin

And odd webbed feet but at least no fin

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They both like to jog

But there’s so much smog

They walk instead

Around their neighborhood they long tread

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Deidre can be lax in shaving her pits

And Byron eats lots of his beloved grits

Though that’s nothing to do with what’s inside

They love each other and together abide

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Byron likes camping

But Deidre prefers glamping

For her it’s a cabin with a luxurious shower

But that’s not close to nature and it makes him glower

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Byron’s balding – but Deidre doesn’t care

He also wears his bowties with flair

Deidre savors pistachio ice cream

Together they’re truly living the dream

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Deidre’s lips send Byron reeling

Byron’s kisses send Deidre to the ceiling

They’re lovers until the end of time

I hope you’ve enjoyed this couple’s rhyme

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Lovely Candytuft

Misbehaving Houseware – a Rhyme

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Roses whisper in Chloe’s ears

They tell her that her rent is in arrears

She just found out her magic garden speaks

Her tomatoes are gossipy and so are her leeks

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Her spoons add gin to Chloe’s tea

She’d rather have prosecco – can’t they see?

She’s incredulous that her silverware can plot

So what about her favorite copper pot?

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Her copper pot can talk indeed

And on Wednesday she caught it smoking  weed

Her boyfriend understands and knows Chloe’s sane

Sometimes he hears the cussing wolf’s bane

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Worst of all are the sneering crocus

They’re full of scheming magic and bad hocus pocus

Why does Chloe have such misbehaving plants?

They’re cattiest of all to neighbor Ida Krantz

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And why do her pots and silverware act crazy?

She just doesn’t get it and wishes they were lazy

She wants to donate her ware to a thrift shop

But they might escape and down the street they’d hop

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It would truly be a totally bizarre sight

And it wouldn’t happen at night but in broad daylight

And what of her ill mannered garden blooms?

They can’t merely be swept away by brooms

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She admits she loved watching them grow

And one always reaps whatever one sows

Why did they grow up to be so bad?

She weeded and loved them – it’s so very sad

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Today her copper pot said I’m sorry

Don’t call the cops and I won’t be their quarry

I promise I’ll never smoke again

Only if ever in me – you cook a hen

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In the end Chloe decides she loves her home

And everything in it – she’ll never roam

Even if her flowers are bad now and then

Perhaps she’ll write a novel with her favorite quill pen

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Word Pictures

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Micros – images that make me happy. Six “pictures” with four lines each, lines with six words each. I need to be specific because I think in patterns.  🙂 Maybe I shouldn’t, but I count articles as words.

In red velvet, reading Busman’s Honeymoon

A strawberry margarita, garden of lupine

Terrace in firs, cardinals’ lovely song

Carrot cake slice, red Mary Janes

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Delicious peach crisp, a sparkling mimosa

Clear midnight sky, listening to Janacek

Baby blue sweater, cobalt blue pumps

A lapis bracelet, reading Eliot’s Middlemarch

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Old maple tree, autumn scarlet dressed

Pink silk thread, embroidered pink snapdragons

Ivory linen blouse, perfectly ripe plum

Delectable orange marmalade, honey wheat toast

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Orange tabby kitten, reading Nicholas Nickleby

Scottish terrier pup, The Scarlet Pimpernel

Glass of Riesling, Keeping Up Appearances

Vintage Wedgewood bowl, Thackeray’s Vanity Fair

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A shortbread cookie, Study in Scarlet

Just baked blondie, vanilla ice cream

A strawberry finch, clear blue sky

Pink wool blanket, big blizzard outside

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The Three Musketeers, Pint Guinness Stout

Vintage fountain pen, House of Mirth

A moonstone necklace, slice lemon pie

Red tasseled loafers, mercury glass mirror

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Rob and Stella

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Stella relaxes in her favorite book nook

She reads a spy novel and becomes quite shook

Most of the action takes place in Spain

It’s armchair travel – she’ll never take a plane

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Stella’s husband’s a dentist – his name is Rob

He fixes bridges at his toothy job

Rob’s favorite flower is a yellow tulip

He watches the Derby and drinks a mint julep

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Rob walks his dog Cadfael in the morning fog

At nights he sleeps like a giant oak log

He’s been married to Stella for thirty great years

She cuts his shaggy hair with razor sharp shears

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Evenings they watch classics on their big screen TV

Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer’s are their favorites to see

Kitty Simon sits with them on the couch

He watches too – for that they can vouch

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Friday nights they go out and shoot pool

Only two beers each – that’s their rule

Stella needs to buys some smaller pants

But to go shopping she hasn’t had a chance

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Rob likes Stella to wear tight jeans

They stay up and make no embarrassing scenes

But Stella loathes department stores

She prefers to stay home with the books she adores

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Rob loves Stella and wants no other

And everyone likes her – including his mother

She loves him too – about that there’s no doubt

On their anniversary – there’s much to sing about

Ten Micros

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Four candles lighted, notebook open – blank pages await words, a tiny sterling turtle charm,

A fountain pen with sapphire ink, filled

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Trouble Is My Business

And

Pearls Are a Nuisance –

But soon, a copperhead will appear on my pillow,

And

A pair of gold satin stilettos

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Persuasion

Of a

Nightmare in Pink –

A dream in a copse of birches,

And one hundred shades of blue

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Darjeeling tea, a malachite bracelet,

A scorpion’s sting

Peach blossoms on satin sheets

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A blue cloche hat, pink gladiolus –

A diamond pendant

At Bertram’s Hotel

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Crickets’ chorus, a blue linen tablecloth,

Cabernet Sauvignon,

Murder on the Links

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A crystal ball, an hourglass with

Pink sand, a ripping thunderstorm, and

Whose Body?

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Pink calla lilies, Chardonnay for

A picnic, a blue maillot.

And –

Bain de Soleil for the St. Tropez Tan!

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A black cat with green eyes, a full, bright moon,

Spicy magic spells,

A garden path of crushed rubies

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Pink fairy lights, a murder mystery dinner,

Pinot noir,

And

Have His Carcase

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Garden Green

A Fantasy Sans Swords!

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Book in red velvet,

Words, gold silken thread,

Embroidered

Pages,

Soft,

Soundless. Tale of pilfered pearls, purloined

Peridots, deceptive diamonds.

Emeralds emboldened with

Powers, magical.

A fantasy tale without swords

A fairytale without princes

Charming.

                     Weapons are confections,

                  A poisoner’s

Paradise.

Cocktails mixed by

Felines,

Ferocious.

Fabulously clad in velvet,

Blue, cummerbunds cobalt and

Claret.

Monocles gold and seed pearls,

Fangs, hidden, smiles,

Jovial.

Potions with hemlock, hellebore, hibiscus,

Leaf of

Rhubarb.

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Hounds to the rescue!

Basset, Blood, and Grey!

Cats herded to the dungeons by

Corgis, Border Collies, Aussies, and Malinois!

Inspector Salvo Saturday is on the case.

Fallen into this fairytale from a mystery

In space.

Looking for clues in delicious and deadly

Desserts

Doughnuts, baklava, brownies, and cakes pistachio, chocolate, strawberry and

Carrot

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A scrivener arrives with

Parchment and pen.

A seamstress unravels the golden thread

At tale’s

End

Alas, the Calico Culprit!

The King is Dead!

Offed by a daiquiri flavored with Dread!

                  Salvo Saturday heads out

                   After three pints of stout!

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Seven Poems, Or, Word Love II

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A summer morning storm

Honeybee hugs her

Self Heal,

Keeps it

Safe

Her honeyed home, 

Geometric perfection

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Afternoon sunshine spills,

Long.

Spider weaves her new home.

Ghost in red silk dress,

Reading Chandler,

Remembering

The Long Goodbye

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Fruit falls from.

Still life,

Amaryllis, nectarine

Brush strokes

Replace.

A red rose, a tangerine.

Add bluebird,

In flight,

Life not still.

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Commas,

On purpose.

Periods grow legs,

Run On and

Off pages

Marks exclaim!

Interjections! whisper… Ssh!

Semicolons become

Whole

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Whirl, twirl, swirl, curl,

Dance dress ribbon music

Rachmaninoff, Ravel, Berlioz, Bach

Dahlias, delphinium, daisies, dandelions

Birds in blue,

Nestled in yew

Zyzzyva!

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Seeds dropped by birds,

Flying.

Flowers grow by bees,

Working

Pines grow by their flowers’,

Heating

Animals thrive with humans’

Caring

Love, steadfast.

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At midnight.

Stars are

Loud.

Lupine dance disco

Moon above

Sparkles, revolves to Donna Summer

Daisy in bell-bottoms says,

Take a Chance On Me!

Lily wants to be

Dancing Queen!

Petunia is

Hot Child in the City

You Better Shop Around!

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