XPost: alt.arts.poetry.comments, alt.poetry
On Wed, 9 Apr 2025 21:22:09 +0000, NancyGene wrote:
On Wed, 9 Apr 2025 19:33:03 +0000, HarryLime wrote:
On Mon, 7 Apr 2025 19:53:17 +0000, NancyGene wrote:
On Mon, 7 Apr 2025 19:09:50 +0000, HarryLime wrote:
On Mon, 7 Apr 2025 18:42:10 +0000, HarryLime wrote:
NancyGene wrote:
Afterblower*
a poem by NancyGene,
Who are you again on this Valentine’s evening?
Excusez-moi, do I know you? I am a poor
wordsmith, who loves only me and who cannot
pay you for favors, let alone keep anyone’s
interest over 30 years, especially since I have no
line of work, a blank, well-versed in nothing.
However, I should try to say what I think I
mean, but I may change my mind but you
cannot change mine in February but maybe
in March when it’s even colder, and I really
do think I need you, as you prove Bergmann's rule
and keep the heating bills low as you radiate
in light, dark, but mostly just chill as the snow
that comes in the windows that I cannot afford
to fix nor that light that has been out for years
because I cannot figure out how to change the
bulb. I am unscrewed, with sheets of ice,
unblazed, even with Gleem toothpaste above
and below and I see those eyes staring back at
me, like ripening passion fruit from my younger
days when I was still dull but had the heat from
a mail-order house and didn’t have to write
anything on Valentine’s Day but I appreciate
you, whoever you are, most of all for your BTUs.
*based on “Afterglow” by George J. Dance
AFTERGLOW
(An accidental sonnet by George Dunce)
My dear, I couldn't afford a Valentine's
Card or gift, but still I'd like to say
I love you, knowing I could never pay
The bills, but if you read between the lines,
You might get some idea of what I mean:
That stuck here in the depths of Winter's chill,
As long as I can have you with me still,
I'll know that you'll be suffering too, Maureen;
For, as we sit here staring at the snow,
I think of you from thirty years ago
Big as a house up top, and two below!
And lost within the past, Maureen, I know
An urge that petered out long years ago,
Let's limply lie here in love's afterglow.
Lovely sentiments, Michael, for a cold Winter's (April) day in
Mooseland. Does line 11 refer to the "buy two, get one free" loved one
house in a box?
Yes... only the inflatable "bounce house" variety.
Mo-tive
by NancyGene
Poor Maureen--
Her husband’s mean,
Their house a box,
And George is tox-
ic, jealous, he,
Of fair NG.
--
George is mean and often beats
Poor Maureen, but never eats
Anything beneath the sheets.
Georgies envies NancyGene
Takes it out on poor Maureen
Beats his missus black and blue
Steals a Cohen poem or two.
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