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The Storyteller
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The Storyteller |
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kayjay Member Elite
since 2002-06-24
Posts 2015Oregon |
“You look like quite a man”, she said, as I swigged my cup of joe “Tell me fanciful stories,” she smiled, “for I’m sure there are some you know” I put aside my crossword puzzle for I surely liked to talk But when I took another look, I could barely squawk Her skin was opalescent fair with eyes of azure blue That glinted in the blazing sun and looked right into you. Her mien was tall and stately even seated in a chair. Who was this gracious woman with the shining ebony hair? Her figure was handsome still, she was still a beauty But she looked along in years and time had done its duty. Dressed in a dove grey suit she was, with matching hat and plume She seemed not to notice that she had every eye in the room. “For once I loved an English earl from the embassy in Rome His hands were soft and gentle, but his eyes liked to roam I knew it couldn’t last, said she, it was such a tragedy I stabbed him with my dagger which I keep behind my knee” “And then there was the French Viscount, down in old Algiers So sleek and debonair he was, but left me all in tears He couldn’t keep his hands on me despite my favorite lotion He strayed and played throughout the land ‘til I gave him a potion” “So tell me, sir, of your exploits from Hong Kong to Zanzibar And I’ll tell you of heads of state and where the bodies are I’m a loving woman and true” she said “and always make my mark I find you strong and virile” she winked, “but this is not a lark” I can’t describe the sudden rush of tremors that I felt But waited before speaking, pondering the hand I’d been dealt For indeed I’d wooed and often won from Glasgow to Mozambique But could I ever trust her not to slay me in a fit of pique? “Oh yes,” she said “there’s also Ivan, descended from the czars Who loved me long and often ‘neath a Russian sky of stars. His muscles were so very strong; he really left me stunned But he left me for a ballerina and it was them I gunned.” “So come with me and tell me true of places you have been Of intrigues and assignations and maybe a little sin For we can love and fill the day with pleasures quite degrading And you will find I’m still a catch; don’t be hesitating” The old Frost poem about the road and how he came to choose Flashed in my mind and vanished, what had I to lose I loved her long and often on that summer afternoon But thoughts of her other partners rather made me swoon So now I tell this tale of her, this vixen that is mine And how our life is lovely and how the days do shine And too, I must confess that this woman is my wife. For how could it be other as I’m afraid for my life!! Through rubble and trouble and dark of night |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
 What a story... now do you want to sell me a bridge? Truly, truly, I enjoyed every single word and rhyme may I ask, may I plead!? That you do it one more time? |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
BRAVO!!! Oh my gosh, I just love the ending, this really caught my eye all throughout of all the things she did and the allusions you make through history! (big hugggssssss) God Bless You, sweet friend, this is marvelous, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet friend, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
The old Frost poem about the road and how he came to choose Flashed in my mind and vanished, what had I to lose I loved her long and often on that summer afternoon But thoughts of her other partners rather made me swoon So now I tell this tale of her, this vixen that is mine And how our life is lovely and how the days do shine And too, I must confess that this woman is my wife. For how could it be other as I'm afraid for my life!! ============================ wonderful employ of cadence, imagery and vocabulary...superb storytelling theme, enjoyed all the geographical references and images very well done poet kayjay I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Now this...this IS poetry! Thank you so much Ken... and yes, may we have more please?! ~Hugs~ ~Love, like magic, depends on believing~ |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
This is outstanding! I am glad I stumbled onto this gem tonight. Watch your backside. |
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Aenimal Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-18
Posts 7350the ass-end of space |
A laughed aloud at that ending. Loved it!!! Been awhile since I had a good laugh thank you. |
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