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Daddy Goose38 Member
since 2010-09-04
Posts 430obama's a rice paper tiger |
Destiny Two friends come to take me To the 4th of July party, As it is at someone else’s house this year. When we get there I realize I forgot to bring enough juice to power And to recharge my listening tool, And might not hear much of anything. But nobody minds sitting near enough so we can talk. They are streaming 70’s music from the Internet. As the noise level rises Destiny, whom I’ve met vaguely, Comes to sit beside me. We sit and talk for a while. She takes my left hand, and then my arm in her’s. With the noise and hilarity rising still more, She takes me off the couch into her bedroom, Where it is very quiet. I am alarmed and think to say: No! … NO! …we can’t do that! I don’t even know her. We kneel face down next to the bed And she confides in me Something no one else must know, So poignant and so private; And I feel greatly touched. Why would she trust in me so much? how could this be; She doesn’t even know me … Then her sister, taller and more slender, Kneels beside and puts her arm around me. We return to the party And her arms slide around me to a hug. Now Dinner is being served. The hostess brings a plate And the plate is very full. The party dissolves into waves of raucous, irreverent laughter; and the party jokes get worse and worse. Like, did you hear the one about? … And did you hear about her … Yes, she does have a cute angina … About the inept boob politicians all full of themselves. And how do you know that one of them has worked on your computer? … I am laughing and can’t hear what is going on---- But neither can anybody else. I can’t eat all the food. The hostess keeps filling my wine glass Before there’s time to ask. Sweeping my plate away, She brings a huge bowl of cream-drenched strawberries. It must be the common serving bowl for our group. But when she sees I hesitate to eat them, She tells me to dive right into them, That it really is okay, and not to worry. While I am stuffing them, some people are leaving, So I stop. Friends say: am I about ready to leave? The hostess thanks me for coming, That I was the life of the party, That I just kept it clipping along. I didn’t do anything special, just having fun. It turns out she is Destiny’s mother. She says she will drive me home. In a flurry of goodbyes I meet the father. I say I would ask for Destiny’s hand But her hand isn’t here, And she probably wouldn’t want it amputated Just quite yet. As we drive the long way to my apartment, I tell her mother I was going to perform in a restaurant, But it’s so late and I’m so tired. She drives up to the gate which, Because of the late hour, is closed. But I say the security guard is coming by and by To let us in. I say is that why they call them gated communities? When I heard the term, I thought it was gater communities. She says she use to live in Florida. So they have all those old retired people Living in their gater communities down in Florida. I am alone. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Sounds like a really interesting dream, or you really were at that par-ty. Two broads making a sandwich out of you would've made my day, maybe that was the reason you were the life of the part, you party guy. As the poem continued, I got the feeling of an acid flashback. This could be rearranged and made into a song. I was not in the least surprised by the ending. I guess, because that's where I have been in life for most of my days. Alone, among friends and strangers alike. Good poem. ~ Man who wants pretty nurse, must be patient. ~ |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Jaime, Whether a dream, or reality, I'm so very, very glad that you continue to speak to us in every which way you can. One of these days when things slow down [without me being dead] I've got to go back and read what all I've missed, my dear friend.  the other K |
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Daddy Goose38 Member
since 2010-09-04
Posts 430obama's a rice paper tiger |
Sunshine: This was a dream, though I purposely left that ambiguous to emphasize how vivid, colorful and detailed it was. It could only be summarized for posting on Pip. Did I glimpse my Destiny in there? Has she not already given me both her hand and her heart? Not to mention her mother¡¦s blessing? (bachelor fantasies) And BTW: there is only ONE K now, So far away ¡K But then, K has always been rather far away ¡Kƒº |
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