"petula" poems
Put on the old LPs tonight, Alex,
from a time long before you were born.
Top of the queue was Petula Clark
belting out Don't Give Up,
defiant as an alley cat in a street fight.
Remembered how in her heyday,
she'd been forced to conceal
the fact that she was married ---
all performers being mysteriously
virginal in those days.
Thoughts segue several years
to my time in the service and
a female lieutenant who was my OIC.
Served a 20 year career,
but never knew a finer officer.
She realized leadership was saying
the things that made you want to follow.
Just after making captain,
due to pregnancy, she was forced
to terminate her service career.
Today, women routinely travel in space,
perform extreme surgeries,
design skyscrappers;
one just might become president.
And somewhere in the tenements of NYC
a young poet spins metaphor
straight from the streets and the cosmos,
constructing a world in lines
we'd all wish to enter.
Jul 6, 2012
Jul 6, 2012 at 2:22 AM UTC
Dust Springfield's music in the background,
playing a cool smoothing tune.
Which speaks directly about us.
You don't have to say you love.
Simply, because you can.
And if you wants to stay.
Then I accept your decision.
Petula Clark, soon is heard explaining,
don't sleep in the subway.
Or the pouring rain.
Once, where I have been before?
I don't wants to go again.
Then, we hear Dee Dee Warwick proclaiming,
I'm gonna make you love me.
Which brings to our face a happy feeling.
And soon her sister Dione Warwick's comes on too.
With, I say a little prayer for you.
A expressive emotion we do concerning each other nightly.
With all these ladies on the compact disc.
I'm getting this impression you're trying to tell me something.
Especially, when I hear Aretha Franklin's with,
I've never loved a man the way I love you.
I can only say.
What Marvin Gaye said decades ago.
If this world was mine.
I would also place at your feet.
You been more then good to me.
You been the love I needed.
I guess our life is a song.
Dec 15, 2012
Dec 15, 2012 at 10:48 AM UTC
One day a young girl of just twenty two
Followed her father, the cobbler, into designing and making shoes
Making shoes that were very grand
She gave them her name as their brand
She made red shoes, blue shoes, green shoes and brown
She made them encrusted with diamonds in the shape of a crown
She made high heels, low heels, wedges and kitten
They were terribly delightful and everyone was smitten
One day as she was closing up for the day
The Prince from the next kingdom, popped in to say
Dearest Petula please could you wait
My wife is pregnant and requires a low heel, if it's not too late
I'll pay you good money and speak of you well
If you could just choose a low heel for my wife, to sell
I'll do better than that Petula replied
If you just tell me your wife's size and if she requires wide
The Prince was so excited size 4 wide he shouted
Petula chose a fine tan leather and set it mounted
She began to shave the leather, treating it with care
And in no time at all she had shaped a fabulous pair
She fancied the shoes with diamonds and feathers
Complimenting the colour and shape of the leather
The Prince was so very impressed and delighted
He ran from the shop so excited
He fetched his dear wife and gave her the pair
She was equally pleased, said it was like walking on air
The Prince summoned Petula to the castle for tea
And duly declared by Royal Decree
Petula shoes would carry the Royal Seal
And asked dear Petula how that made her feel
The Royal Seal means quality ware
People now come from far and wide, to have Petula make their shoes with such love and care
Petulas dad retired to his chair
Leaving Petula to run the shop, he considered it to be fair
The Prince became a dad and Petula supplies the shoes for his little lad
Ten years have passed and still Petula works on her designs for shoes and now other attire
She will.lovingly craft her merchandise until the day she retires
Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 7:08 PM UTC