A response to Iscriblr’s poem for Day 8 of #Octpowrimo, you can find that Here
Splashed it all over ?
He knelt down to propose –
What’s that aroma ? Oh gawd! My Nose!
Category: Romance
A poem from inky in response to https://patriciasplace.me/2019/09/04/in-other-words-aflame/
You’re calling it Heartburn
but somethings aflame
leftovers from valentines day
Still floating around like butterflies
around the Christmas mistletoe
Salford 15th February 2019
Charlie Brown
waited for the postman
for a response to the card he sent
to the red haired girl – across the field
unfortunately
he missed him
as Snoopy was dining on the card
that fell on the Brown’s hallway floor
Manchester (via salford) 16th December 2018
The on line post it notes
Continued to drop in my in box
Reminiscences from a female acquaintance
I knew since I was small.
Meet you by the market
Where the gluhwein flows
And the big tree is lit up by the national grid
So, off to town goes Charlie Brown
To meet his gorgeous tinker-belle
Wrapped up like a bug
All nice and snug
Where under the lights
Of Christmas bright, we walk round the stalls
Decorating the halls
And after a repast and a drink
A kiss in the square where
We met up, there.
Who am I, life’s Charlie Brown ?
For she catches my eye, and I’ve fallen down
Tongue tied with her beauty, so close at hand
Even though the words in the head I’d planned
a wonderful sight, with a beautiful mind
sometimes she’s harsh, but on the whole she is kind
Catching me out with those dark brown eyes
Occasional glances catch me by surprise
Heart rising by a beat when she’s so near
No more than friends, to me that is clear
Talking shop on the backyard, sharing an occasional smile
With the girl with the red hair, I want to stay awhile
i gave her my heart
and she took a hammer to it
shattering as it did in pieces
across the dance hall floor
in one moment
and a fleeting goodbye kiss
she left me standing in the middle of the sparkle lit room
with a crowd and a mark
Filled the passing hours
with nothing but a face
casting eyes over
old photographs
took time to rebuild
the emotional jigsaw
a piece of the jigsaw lies missing
could that be you ?
I
I wanna be that fellow
That dances with the redhead
In a Viennese waltz
At the end of the night
Ii
I want to guide her
Around the floor
Her dainty feet skipping
Off the glitter ball lights
Iii
Eyes on the prize
As lights skip on the floor
And Rose Red dances delightfully
With her Prince Charming
Iv
Captivated by her delicate poise
Our movement just floating … hardly a noise
And watching us both….a bit of a crowd
Though it’s only the music that seems a bit loud
V
Fireworks ? Magic as we travel around floor
The crowd they applaud and yell out for more
But as spotlight leaves us, something they’ll miss
In the dark of a second, a surreptitious kiss
Time stands still for a while
a second before
i think i caught the eye
of the girl in the polka dot dress
so while everythings frozen in time
i casually make my way over the platform
and pop a message in her bag
will it work?
Time will only tell
A moment occured
when you expressed your affection for that girl at the bus stop with a
kiss…only for the romance to die
when you shuffled about
against the bus stop pole – in full view of the
remaining passengers, it might seemed
dramatic – and some old ladies smiled (all you could do was look downwards)
Categories
Magnetic
I
Maybe they didn’t see it coming
A pull , so
Great, the largest
Nuts and bolts couldn’t resist the
Ever powerful force coming
Towards them
In the air they flew
Caught by the big round thing
II
Mademoiselle’s
Amourous intentions
Gravitating in
Nuptial
Expectation
Towards her
Intended Romantic
Catch at the Discotheque bar
