#bespoke
~for the man who knows something about everything~
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but
be spoken not by me,
and go rarely used,
held in obedient abeyance,
for something one~in~a~million;
sadly, maddeningly
as in most things moderne,
via over excitement has
desultory diminished
that word
with its intended shining exceptional complementary lyrical,
deep lustre,
gone tarnished by too much uddered utterances
~~~
best reserved for diamonds;
where a scale indisputable by
Cut, Color, Clarity, & Carat weight,
are hierarchically scaled, all a measured determinable
~
my poems do not qualify!
~~~
no Brit am I,
where if the summer sky be
overcast and gloomy,
the day be greeted with a casual unsubtlety
excitable exclaim of an inhumanoid
brilliant!
just because
it is not as of yet
raining?
~~~
my workmanlike product,
with its droning~on~too~long,
with words
abstruse, obtuse,
oft missyspelled,
and illegally syllabically
hy!phen-ated, italic-ally unemboldened,
or just
rocky road old & archaic,
inconsistent, incondite,
like their authoritative author,
tendent to be
obnubilated
~~~
keep your powders dry,
fire off your claims
within a definitive quota numerations,
of
exceptionnelle! (feminine),
ones of those once-in-a while
worldly words;
please be discerning, literally,
especially when meant literately,
enuf.
choose your choice praiseworthy moments wisely, sparingly..
nml. fini.
May 3
May 3, 2026 at 3:15 PM UTC
wakens me to my first poem/responsa of the day,
and signs off when it is one of our
bedtimes, which are not harmonious
and yet, her presence effervescent,
dropping poems minute to minute,
a cascading waterfall
which I am most happy to drown myself
in the gentle pooling of herself,
so oft refreshed & refreshing
a child, a youngster, yet,
command and control,
she firmly grasps
and I ask her,
more myself,
how came one so young
to honor us so?
postscript
~~~~~~~
and I inquire of my beloved,
what blue sapphires she’s acquired,
rewarded with a punch,
my accidental Princess Diana engagement ring,
accidental for it came
into my possess,
unintended
into my possess,
when looking for something else
the tender surrender,
about the time Lady D. was flaunting hers,
and the ladies in the office,
asked does this mean what we think.
she replied:
three times married was I,
no more, no mas, a look-alike coincidental
this one, to be, sure a keeper this bad boy,
rare finds a he-hu-man that spends his time
thinking of how to make his
poetry and his jewelry fetish,
how to
better
adorn me
neither, hers (S) and hers (D) were bespoke,
and yet!
she replies “the surprise bespoke to me..”
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 10:48 AM UTC
Over the sands of time you’ve travelled.
Across the ocean of life you’ve sailed.
Through the fog of daily worries,
Your unfailing love’s prevailed.
Your light shines from within,
Brighter than the heavenly sky.
The fire in your soul’s unquenched,
The flames one can’t deny.
Don’t measure your life in years
Nor by the number of breaths you take,
For we’re blessed by your resounding wisdom
And the memories you continue to make.
In your footsteps I wish to tread,
I want to grow in your direction,
To mirror your warmth and kindness,
Your honesty, integrity and affection.
Your life is truly remarkable,
A lasting legacy you’ll surely bestow.
Let’s joyfully sing your melody
And forever bask in your glow.
Although you’ve entered your twilight years,
So much you’ve done is unsung,
But in your heart, for all eternity,
May you be strong, radiant and young.
Mar 26, 2021
Mar 26, 2021 at 1:03 AM UTC
Your laughter trickles
down the glacier
of the cold hills
of time.
Into the
earthy elixir of
life, merging the
bespoke elements of life
Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 3:26 PM UTC