Memories

Memories 

Summer Night 1913 Albert Bloch

Memories slowly form, 
 Nostalgia creeps in like a dusky dawn 
Times long past 
Moments that are deemed to last, 
Of people and places,
Lovers faces, 
 Rivals spats, 
Segments of drunken chats, 
All brought to the fore 
A peek inside that memory door, 
That makes you and me 
Now,
What you see, 
It's the good and bad
The laughs, the sad, 
That moulds and controls
Now
 What you see 
My memories make me ! 

Submitted to Magpie Tales  check out others interpretation of this fabulous painting  

The Waiting Game

The Waiting Game 

She waited for you 

She watched the clock 

Slowly ticking, tick, tock 

She held hope in her heart 

This was her new start, 

The man of her dreams 

Or so you seemed 

She waited for you 

She thought one 

might become two 

Gin was her solace 

Alone in the darkness 

She waited for you 

Tear stained face 

At the thought of your embrace 

She had her dreams 

Of her ideal scene 

Her and you 

Just you two 

She waited !

Submitted to Magpie Tales  where the picture was used for a prompt 

Fruit Salad Days

Fruit Salad Days 

Image by Klaus Enrique Gerdes

Mango sunshine sweetness cuts through 

My cabbage styled life, 

One of normality and everyday strifes, 

Tropical salad days are but a few 

Then they occur and its whay hay hoo! 

Forget the stodge and the run of the mill,

I munch on apples till I have my fill,

A melody of fruity tropical sensations fill my being, 

All possibilities and dreams are easier for seeing. 

I return to my diet of the everyday, 

Promising to ensure variation in my lifestyle bouquet,  

The fruit's of life are such a treat, 

But one must have a life that's full and complete! 

Submitted to Magpie Tales where the picture was the prompt! Why not check out other poets interpretations  

Clowning Around

Clowning around 

Painting by Max Chagall 1967
The Circus With The Yellow Clown

So that's how I'm seen
A joke !
or so it seems,
Forever I feel you make me jump through hoops,
Putting me down in front of friends 
Or any groups
Yet my stomach does somersaults
My unrequited love for you.
 Is not your fault,
But it's true and real,
It's within, it's how I feel,
My tummy flips like a trapeze star, 
I love you and who you are, 
Yet every time we're close, 
I mentally walk a tiny tightrope, 
Watching everything I say and do, 
Trying desperately to impress just you, 
If I could just learn some magic tricks 
Something special to make you tick, 
Would you then return my feelings 
Be sincere, love me with some meaning, 
Would you cease to treat me as a clown,  
Love me for me and stop messing around.
Or do I disappear in a puff of smoke 
Give up on you, my perfect bloke ?

Submitted to : Magpie Tales  who supplied the pictorial prompt check other people interpretation @ Magpie

The Ideal Condiment

The Ideal Condiment 

Picture by Manu PomBrol

Upon a shelf in my head 

is a magical store, 

A concept which is light years ahead,

Men who are seasoned, 

For particular reasons ! 

Some spiced with intellect, 

Others bland needing henpecked, 

Some full of charm and wit,

Others just well endowed with all the right bits !

I'd use them to compliment my life, 

Use them only when the situations were right ! 

This would stimulate my funny bone, make me tickle, 

To use a man to complement me, just like a pickle !

Submitted to Magpie Tales where the picture was the prompt 

Paradise Cocoon

Paradise Cocoon 

image: Parke Harrison

Monday dawns the sun forewarns the start of a brand new week 

Tempted to abstain, stay here, remain 

Marooned in my feather cocoon, my brain leaks

Dreams, sweet in my oasis,

Cosy and warm, drinking champagne, 

If only dreams were my life's true status!

I'm forced to peek,take on the week,

Snatch a sleep throughout the five day streak,

Then Friday yawns and Saturday dawns,

I stretch and relax, weekend begins, time to chillax 

Cosy and warm in my cocoon drinking champagne 

Again In my dreams, my paradise, 

Where I reign!  

Submitted to  Magpie Tales where the top Image was used as inspiration

Banished

Banished 

image: Uzengia Aleksander Nedic

Banished told to vanish 

Never to return, no matter how much I yearned, 

Disgrace I brought to that place ,

Looking back memories only in black and white, 

Off that dreadful, fateful night, 

Caught with my lover, 

Though his heart had been promised to another,

The kaleidoscope of my world, 

Drained of its richness, unfurled, 

 Lost in my hole of doom, 

As I protected the precious cargo in my womb, 

Who one day I would return, 

To the place I had disgraced, 

I would not vanish! 

True love survives, lives on, 

True love can never be banished! 

Submitted to:Magpie Tales who supplied the inspiration 

PoP Art

POP ART POP ART POP ART

The Maestro Of Populace culture 

Was he an artist or merely a celebrity vulture ?

Perhaps a man obsessed or in the vice of OCD, 

Having to paint the everyday that we see, 

Having to repeat again and again,   

 Icons who oozed charisma and found fame, 

Courted the press and played the game, 

Perhaps he was seen initially with derision, 

When he presented his everyday art in his vision.

Now many follow in his wake, 

 Copying and concocting fakes, 

But none of them will be so smart 

To start a new culture one called pop art !

 

12 Interesting Facts About Andy Warhol From Art marketing Secrets

 Submitted to Magpie Tales who provided the inspiration !

Party Smiles

Party Smiles 

Picture by Bert Stern

The clock struck twelve, 

But no one would delve, 

Behind the smiles, 

Of the party girl with her precious pearls

Sporting coiffured and well groomed curls, 

 As the champagne flowed, 

No sadness showed 

Behind her smiles! 

The clock struck one,

A new year had begun, 

She walked tentatively alone for almost a mile,

Tears threatened and pricked behind the smiles, 

The tears they flowed, 

Her sadness had stewed 

Behind her smiles ! 

And at a quarter to two, 

She knew what she wanted to do. 

She cut her flesh , felt feelings afresh,

The blood seemed comforting as it flowed, 

 Refuse to slow, 

She didn't weep as the blood oozed and seeped, 

She passed away on that brand new day, 

Smiling genuinely at the start of a new year in her morbid decay !

 Submitted toMagpie Tales

 

A Random Tale

A Random Tale 

Abandoned at random, 

A haven for some! 

Drunks stumble, staggered, pauses! 

 Feet aching collectors taking 5 away from their cause, 

 Harassed, stressed. mothers with their charges, 

Teenagers giving it large,

The mean traffic warden sneaking a rest, 

 An old woman bouncing on the cushions giving it a test !

Unaware of the incidental bloodstains ,soaked through to it's bones, 

Hidden deep within this ruby, red, random throne, 

Abandoned  to hide the damming evidence, 

Now heavily contaminated by weary pedestrians, 

 Hidden out in the open wide,

So the random murder will fester, go untried ! 

photo: Christine Donnier-Valentin

Submitted to : Magpie Tales  where the picture was the prompt 

Animalistic

Animalistic 

Funny, fuzzy, feelings still niggle inside, 

Of  stolen moments of passion that we have to hide! 

Crumpled, damp, sheets,  

Share  the secrets of our illicit meet 

Our animal attraction and hungry, consuming lust! 

Merely a thirst needing quenching, 

Sated by every touch and passionate thrust, 

Just a physical desire, 

To dampen the fires 

That raged uncontrollable within 

Crumpled sheets the only witness 

To this,

Our

Sin ! 

Submitted for Magpie Tales  who supplied the inspiration 

Choices

CHOICES 

Choices torment me 

Fat or thin? 

Choices tantalise me, 

Dark or light? 

Choices trick me, 

Sweet or sour? 

Choices threaten me, 

Right or wrong? 

Choices surround me, 

Encroaching, 

Pressurising, 

Choices, 

Define me! 

Choices 

Scream, demanded, 

Choices! 

Choose !!!!!!

Submitted to Magpie Tales