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89 · Mar 2021
Dress
ardnaras Mar 2021
The auctioneers and valuers
where checking out your dress
A black baby doll with  polka dots
That design you stole from Vivenne West
You were rocking all your assets
Looking   Really   Really  hot
The band was playing some old Beatles  tune
and you mimed along to That means a lot

You move across the Dance floor
The baby doll still holding on
your entourage in tatters
now Broke and all alone
Eyes watch your every movement
like moths drawn to the fire
Each woman bitter in her envy
Each  man swollen with desire

They all try to catch your eye
you are in the zone
Your Body swaying to the music
That Baby doll still swings along
every movement pure perfection
each pirouette  its own song
They are basking in your Beauty
every shimmy turns them on

its as if you could walk on water
and the rhythm takes you far from shore
marooned among the Broken and the shipwrecked
you hear them howl and beg for more
They cling to you like cobwebs
like limpets to a rock
The broken hearted and the lonely
Those that Love forgot

They will try to catch you in their net  my love
and drag you back to shore
Thy will bind your feet  
and hold you tight for ever more
They will treat you like a puppet
some ones  dancing Marionette
The broken hearted and the lonely
Those purveyors of regret

The auctioneers and valuers
gather slowly round
Raising up their gavels
they bring the curtain down
The ***
81 · Mar 2021
Broken Record
ardnaras Mar 2021
You are like a broken record
stuck on forty five
Chilling to some Cohen lullaby
trying to catch his vibe

You dont have the rhythm
you dont have the blues
Like any broken record
you cant find the grooves

So you think if you start dancing
swaying to a beat
maybe all this movement
will get you back onto the street

That applause you are hearing
its no applause at all
its the sound of one hand clapping
its the writing on the wall
and you cant look in a mirror
nor can you look away
from the face thats staring back at you
that stench of times decay

Now you can bring me flowers
you can bring me wine
though we will
never never ever
dance
The way we danced
That day we danced
entwined

Then as any coward does
you pack up all your kit
place it in your traveling bag
hope that it  still fits
Heading for the station
you see there is no turning back
like any broken record you cant find the track
like any broken record you cant find the track
like any brok record....
73 · Mar 2021
lady
ardnaras Mar 2021
I have not had much luck lately
the lady has been unkind
she says I am far to old
for what I have got in mind

Still I bring her wildflowers from my garden
cake from the bakers down the street
I do my best to win her over
Though she beats a quick retreat

So I turn to hide my longing
I have hid it for so long
that the mask is habit forming
the longing far to strong

— The End —