"yvonne" poems
In your mother's apple-orchard,
Just a year ago, last spring:
Do you remember, Yvonne!
The dear trees lavishing
Rain of their starry blossoms
To make you a coronet?
Do you ever remember, Yvonne,
As I remember yet?
In your mother's apple-orchard,
When the world was left behind:
You were shy, so shy, Yvonne!
But your eyes were calm and kind.
We spoke of the apple harvest,
When the cider press is set,
And such-like trifles, Yvonne,
That doubtless you forget.
In the still, soft Breton twilight,
We were silent; words were few,
Till your mother came out chiding,
For the grass was bright with dew:
But I know your heart was beating,
Like a fluttered, frightened dove.
Do you ever remember, Yvonne,
That first faint flush of love?
In the fulness of midsummer,
When the apple-bloom was shed,
Oh, brave was your surrender,
Though shy the words you said.
I was glad, so glad, Yvonne!
To have led you home at last;
Do you ever remember, Yvonne,
How swiftly the days passed?
In your mother's apple-orchard
It is grown too dark to stray,
There is none to chide you, Yvonne!
You are over far away.
There is dew on your grave grass, Yvonne!
But your feet it shall not wet:
No, you never remember, Yvonne!
And I shall soon forget.
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She Got Angel Wings Today
*Today I lost my mother
A woman I so loved
She gave to me so much joy
A gift from God above
She said we should not worry
There's a time we all must go
Told us of the plans she made
All the things we'd need to know
I'm glad her fight is over
She had given all she can
She knew that she was ready
To meet her journeys end
My mother was a fighter
So much to us she gave
She lived her life for others
Made the world a better place
Her life it was so special
She was a woman I so loved
Raised five children on her own
Not once did she give up
I told her that I loved her
The night before she died
Kissed her as I held her hand
Felt the love she held inside
I loved my mother very much
And I'm glad she feels no pain
I know she went to heaven
She got Angel wings today*
In memory of my mother
M Yvonne Roberts
1938 to 2014
Poem by
Carl Joseph Roberts
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 7:10 PM UTC
She Is Never Far Away
*I wonder what she would say
If she were sitting here today
Would she tell us that her pain was gone
That God had taken it away
Would she tell us stories of the past
Or of what our future holds
Give a glimpse of what's in store
And say she met the Lord
Would she know how much we miss her
Miss the love that she once gave
Tell us that although she's gone
She's now in a better place
Would she sit and talk for hours
Give advice on what to do
Crochet an afghan blanket
Then say this one's for you
Would she say she sees her father
Her mother stands there by her side
She feels the sorrow that we have
But must walk into the light
Would she say she knows our love for her
Hears the prayers each night we say
That she will always be our mom
And she is never far away*
In Memory for my mother
M. Yvonne Roberts
1938 to 2014
Poem by Carl Joseph Roberts
I love you Mom
Walk in peace with the prince of peace.
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 8:04 AM UTC
All Yvonne asked for was Superman,
Ice cream style
with more blue than yellow
all her friends would think she ate a Smurf.
Maybe some sprinkles
to hide and seek in sugar log cabins.
But that’s never what she got.
Instead you left her lost at sea.
She got too much love;
if that’s what you call it.
Too many nights hoping you would rescue a drowning corpse.
If she could go back in time,
protect herself,
she’d chop off his **** and shove it up your ***
Jun 20, 2010
Jun 20, 2010 at 1:24 AM UTC
You starred as Batgirl and as the green babe in an episode of Star Trek.
You died of breast cancer and your fans and family's lives are a wreck.
Breast cancer is a big threat to women, it's what many have died of.
You entertained many people and because of that, you were loved.
In 1971, you starred in 'How To Frame A Figg' with Don Knotts.
You were very talented and many people appreciated that a lot.
I have an autographed photo of you as Batgirl and the book that you wrote.
You weren't alone when you suffered from breast cancer, many have been and are in the same boat.
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 5:55 PM UTC
I'm not running for office, got nothing to sell.
But if you've got a few minutes I have a story to tell.
See there once was a man no different from you,
With so many clothes he didn't know what to do.
Yvonne grew tired of his clothing arrray,
And she let it be known one fine laundry day.
She felt she had taken all she could take,
So she balled up her fist and gave it a shake!
"Ernie, I've had it!" she said with a shout.
"You can do your own laundry from here on out!"
Well the day finally came he could find nothing clean.
Ne'er a shirt, nor a sock, nor a single blue jean!
Did our hero grow grievous? Oh contraire!
With a quick trip to Thrift Town he had plenty to wear.
Countless days later Ernie's attire still clean,
Yvonne fell to wondering what could this mean.
As she entered the laundry room scratching her head.
Her blood began to boil, her face to turn red!
The washer was silent, the dryer was cold.
But the mystery at last began to unfold.
Twenty three pair of Levys there on the floor,
Told the tale of Ernie's journeys to the local thrift store.
Yvonne shouted, "Dear God, I simply can't win!"
And started doing Ernie's laundry again...
There's a moral to this story set down here in verse,
It's a tale of two evils. You decide which is worse.
Doing laundry for Ernie who's not a bad a guy,
Or a pile of ***** Levys that mount to the sky!!!
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 2:14 AM UTC
you said that what we had
*was really ****** up*
and all i can think is
how ****** up?
more ****** up than you &
charlottesierraayamiarielascarlettsamyvonnepiasahada?
were we the most ****** up?
please let us be the most ****** up
let me be the one
you ******* over
best.
Jul 7, 2013
Jul 7, 2013 at 4:33 AM UTC
Hi everyone and welcome to brumbies night live snd this is going to be an exciting match against the might of the NSW Waratahs where if the brumbies win a bonus point and win they will be on top of the Australian conference and now here is Tom with a jingle
Jingle jangle party on
Go the brumbies go brumbies go
We need to win this exciting match
To be the best in Australia yeah
Come on brumbies
Come on brumbies
Win win win
Put the pressure on the Waratahs
Keep them down
Come on brumbies
Let’s cheer them on
Come on brumbies
Party on
Jingle jangle jingle jangle
Party on brumbies beat the tahs
Thank you Tom and now here is Peter
Row row row the ball
Up and down the field
Beat the tahs beat the tahs
Come on brumbies
Row row row the ball
And we will cheer them on
Go the mighty brumbies
Be the best in Australia
Thanks Peter and now here is the match go brumbies beat the tahs
Hi everyone and what a great lead the mighty brumbies have got at the half time break the score is brumbies 28 NSW 3 and it looks like the brumbies have what it takes to be the best in Australia in 2019 and here is Harry with his jingle
Go the brumbies go the brumbies
Go the mighty brumbies mate
We are up by 25 points
Go the brumbies yeseree
We need to win this match my friend
To be the best in oz
And despite those 3 points from Waratahs being the first points
Nothing can drag ACT down
All we need to do is this
Play the best we could
Keep the tahs under pressure mate
Forever que Sara Sara
Go the brumbies kick some ******* ***
Go the brumbies show some ******* class and keep the tahs from scoring
Go brumbies go
Win tonight at bank west
Thank you Harry and now here is Jeanette with her jingle
They said we will never make it
At the start of the year
But we stuck it out all guns blazing
And put pressure on the tahs
You say we are piling pressure on them
Leading 28 to 3
And hopefully we will keep this lead
Go the mighty brumbies
Go the mighty team
Fight hard to make us keep
The lead so it is good for us
Go brumbies go
Thanks Jeanette and now over to the second half go brumbies
Hi everyone and what a win for the brumbies over the Waratahs 35 points to 24 and despite the last try and conversion being from the Waratahs the brumbies still won the Australian conference and now here is Yvonne with her jingle
Go the brumbies
Come on brumbies
We won this great match
It was a great finish for the tahs yeah
But the brumbies played so well
To keep themselves still in the hunt
What a great win
You see the better team won
Oh yeah bow bow
Go the brumbies team
The tahs played alright
But we were the better team
It will ****** seem
Go the brumbies
Thanks Yvonne and now here is ken with his jingle
I am a jingle jangle brumby
With a flippy floppy hat
We scored a great number of points
And showed the tahs who is boss
I am a happy go lucky brumby team
Happier than the other team
We will fight pile on the pressure
Yes yes yes
Jingle jangle brumby playing so well
Better than the other Aussie’s
Playing today
Go brumbies
Thank you ken and this match was a beauty of a match and now here is Joel with a jingle
Waratahs are losers losers losers
Waratahs are losers in the best version of the word
The brumbies played too good too good too good
The brumbies played too good
Too good oh yeah
Yes we will go further further further
Hopefully we will go further
But it might be ****** hard
Waratahs are losers losers losers
They are mighty losers
In the best version of the word
Go brumbies
Thank you Joel and I know it is great to see the brumbies win but the tahs played alright but just weren’t good enough and now we draw the final curtain go brumbies
And now we draw the final curtain
The brumbies won oh yeah
The Waratahs weren’t good enough
But who cares about that
The brumbies are the champions yes they are the champions of the Comp
Go the mighty brumbies go
Jun 8, 2019
Jun 8, 2019 at 8:24 AM UTC
I wish I could dance like Fred Astaire.
Or Gene Kelly just to show you my moves.
I'm sure all of them would impress you.
I wish I have the charms of Cary Grant or Gary Cooper.
Since that seems to be the type to impress you.
Of the dashing looks of Tyrone Powers.
Since that seems high upon your list.
But, I'm just a me.
You have the grace of Grace Kelly.
And the independent heart of Katherine Hepburn.
And the good looks of Yvonne Decarlo.
All ladies of style.
Still, I'm just me.
Who else should I be?
If I pretend to be another.
Then I would be fooling myself.
And you would never see me beneath the myth.
So, I be me.
Until you see the best in me.
I know my qualities.
Aug 22, 2012
Aug 22, 2012 at 6:52 AM UTC
I look at you with lust – so smooth and long,
So firm, cream-filled, yet softening to my tongue,
Your sleek, smooth covering heaven to my eyes.
My conscience pricks. I know I am unwise.
Your sensuous shapeliness invades my soul
With urgent passion to consume you, whole.
In my desire to press you to my lips
I feel you slinking slowly to my hips.
It breaks my heart to leave you lying there …
Yes – how much is that chocolate éclair?
Author - Yvonne M Fee
Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 7:40 AM UTC
A pity Yvonne alas has passed on in a most regrettable way.
She wasn't quite a snit cuz she jus couldn't ****
and hadn't been many a day.
So she sent Ernie out for enimas no doubt
and while he was still on the road,
Yvonne took a chance by dropping her pants while running toward the commode.
In a tangle of jeans, frustrated screams and a splintering bathroom door,
Her *** met the glass as intestinal gas burst forth with a thunderous roar.
The bowl couldn't take the force of the quake,
It rained down like porcelain Hail.
Some people say five miles away it hit six on the Richter scale.
I miss dear Yvonne, now that she's gone, taken from us much too soon.
Sometimes I cry as I gaze up in the sky and wave and she orbits the moon.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 1:11 AM UTC
The ocean is a metaphor
For your strength and dignity
And you bring out the best
In everyone you see
Though the waves may crash
And threaten to destroy your world
You hold your head up high
Without the help of any Lord
Your hair is golden honey
And your eyes like icy rain
The inner beauty of you soul
Shines through through all the pain
The courage of your heart
Is stronger than the greatest soldier
And I hope you'll stay and lend your strength
Even though we'll both get older
Darling, you deserve the world
Even if you don't believe it
And anything you put your mind too
I'm sure you will achieve it
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 3:31 PM UTC
In contrast with the cold morning air,
The house was cozy and warm
As we all arrived to participate
Like worker bees starting to swarm.
The smell of pork and refried beans
Permeated the room.
The champagne bottles were chilling on ice--
How much did we consume?
Sally brought some egg McMuffins.
I thought, "Something's amiss:
Egg McMuffins and NO pan dulce!°°
What kind of party is this?"
But I wouldn't miss it--nope--for nada:
The annual Alonzo family tamalada.
The giant bucket of masa°°° awaited
Marisa's kneading hands.
While she kneaded the dough, the rest of us
Listened for Sally's commands.
After a brief champagne toast,
Our assembly line started.
Everyone had a job to do;
It wasn't for the faint-hearted.
Spreading the masa on the husks
Was a messy task.
I wondered, "How many will we make?"
But I was afraid to ask.
It wasn't very long before
Everyone in the casa
Was practically covered from head to foot
With fluffy tamale masa.
We spread and stuffed and folded and wrapped
While Sally entertained us.
The conversation, laughter, fun,
And champagne all sustained us.
The wonderful smells of lunch also
Encouraged us to work hard
Lest we be known as shirkers and our
Reputations be marred.
But I wouldn't miss it--nope--for nada:
The annual Alonzo family tamalada
After a few hundred tamales,
The masa was getting low.
I said, "Yay! We're almost done!"
But Alice said, "Oh, no.
That was just the pork; now we're
Making chile and cheese."
Blurry-eyed I held up my spoon
And said, "More hojas,°°°° please."
On and on we continued to work
Like hive bees making honey.
But it was worth it, for these tamales
Are more valuable than money.
Alice, Yvonne, Kathy, Yolie,
Aida, and Sally know why--
As do Marisa, Rebecca, Karen,
Marisol, Nancy, and I--
We always look forward to getting together
For laughter, fun, and cheer
And this spirited, heart-warming gathering
Whenever December is here.
Homemade tamales can't be beat
When made in our special fashion
With love, care, conviviality,
Warmth, goodwill and passion.
I wouldn't miss it--nope--for nada:
The annual Alonzo family tamalada.
__________
°tamale-making party
°°Mexican sweet bread
°°°dough
°°°°(corn husk) leaves
- by Bob B
Dec 1, 2016
Dec 1, 2016 at 8:53 PM UTC
A pity Yvonne alas has passed on in a most regrettable way.
She wasn't quite a snit cuz she jus couldn't ****
and hadn't been many a day.
So she sent Ernie out for enimas no doubt
and while he was still on the road,
Yvonne took a chance by dropping her pants while running toward the commode.
In a tangle of jeans, frustrated screams and a splintering bathroom door,
Her *** met the glass as intestinal gas burst forth with a thunderous roar.
The bowl couldn't take the force of the quake,
It rained down like porcelain Hail.
Some people say five miles away it hit six on the Richter scale.
I miss dear Yvonne, now that she's gone, taken from us much too soon.
Sometimes I cry as I gaze up in the sky and wave and she orbits the moon.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 2:27 AM UTC
From the early, early morning through the late, late night,
The tweekers keep on coming and it just ain't right.
Yvonne gets up early and she's feeding the fish,
And here comes Ernie, he's wanting his "ish".
So she breaks him off a little so that he won't gripe,
Now here comes Pino wanting something in the pipe.
And next comes Debbie just a shaking that ***
She's supporting the casino selling half price gas.
Then comes Clifford call him Big Daddy Mac,
He got the Clabber Girl can goin' clackity - clack.
From a quarter to a half, to a teener or a ball,
She's got more traffic than the Hill Top Mall.
Now the daylight's fading and the night's coming on,
On and on and on and on and on,
The Tweeks have worn a path in the ********* lawn.
Yvonne can't take it, she's headed for the hills,
Yelling back at Ernie, "Yes, I took my friggin pills!!"
Betty, Sally, Gary, and James,
The faces keep changing but never the games.
They promise to pay you. They only need a puff,
A little more please, that's just not enough.
And they bring you lots of things that you just can't use,
Like fake gold chains and someone else's shoes.
A cordless drill I got no way to charge and brand new jeans three sizes too large.
"Say hey yo bro, I bet you need one of these".
It's a freaking leaf blower when I ain't got any trees !!!
Yeah, they call their hustle and they're good at what they do.
You know that they are 'cuz they always hustling YOU !!
HERE COME THE JUDGE ! HERE COME THE JUDGE !
COURT'S IN SESSION NOW. HERE COME THE JUDGE !!
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 11:58 AM UTC
Am a Woman.
An African Woman.
Am drawn by simplicity, outstanding features of them all.
I Love Butterflies.
I Love eyes. I Am taken by looking deep into someone's eyes.
I was brought up to mingle with Tom Harry and Dickson.
I did it...and it was fun, until they asked something from me, and that's when I knew it was different.
I would sit down, and for minutes, stare at Beth or Lydia Or Yvonne as they played.
Going round the field as they let out the shrill giggles.
The smiles on their faces, irreplaceable.
Girls to me, were the most beautiful creatures on earth, after butterflies.
And I adored them even more each day.
That's where I felt happy, peaceful and pure, in their midst...women.
Till date, I adore a woman.
The touch, so gentle, can't compare it to anything.
The voice, so melodious.
The care, we clean together, cook then massage each other after a long day at work.
Even the fights, we know we are always going to get through, after shedding a tear or two, then kiss and make up.
People in the world may call me weird, or whatever they wish.
But am happy, this is WHAT IS NORMAL for me.
This is who I am.
A Woman Lover.
No apologies, because I haven't done anything wrong.
Love, CAN NEVER be wrong.
©The Unspoken
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 4:22 AM UTC
Kisses, killed, and mementos –
The years prior – remain as lipstick
Atop fossilized paper, archived eras,
And stuffed in drawers that
Still bedevil
Whilst I seek –
One last pluck, one last taste,
Or one more, "good night,"
From lips never more,
Never to be tender, nor tended,
Never to taunt again.
And it was “then,”
That something was stolen.
I stumble atop subliminal,
One bourbon
For – Her,
One bourbon
For – Me.
Over and over,
If only and later
To saunter before granite.
Sure, she’d have been my bride,
Someday –
Promised and carved in oak.
And sure, I’d have been her groom,
Someday –
But epochs come and go,
Papyrus fades and presses fail;
All and parallel the coma wished for –
Prisons beholden broken records
That make the memories hurt;
Agony, like a shard of something,
Not in my brain,
But in my everything.
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 3:56 AM UTC
Mix and match,
northern soul playing.
Paul OG's dansette selection seamlessly threads
the vinyl,
Yvonne Baker - You Didn't Say a Word,
the distant sound of a
visper
frays reality.
Dec 30, 2012
Dec 30, 2012 at 1:20 PM UTC
oh how cliché it is
to write a poem
about missing you
(but i do)
and while the bruises
on my bones still ache,
left by your drunken fists,
i lust after the thrill that came
with your hurricane love
like a drug
plunge the needle
in my vein
and shoot me up
because i’m addicted
(to you)
i can cross out lines
a hundred times
but that doesn’t mean
i don’t mean them
and oh --
how you remind me of a poem
irrevocably broken
but beautiful, too
with your words
weighed down by whiskey
i wait
ready for the wounds
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 7:59 PM UTC
I'm talking about a record label that was founded a long time ago.
It was founded in the early seventies and the label was called RSO.
They were once a very successful corporation.
RSO stood for 'Robert Stigwood Organization'.
When it came to stars like Andy Gibb and Eric Clapton, RSO managed their careers.
RSO was founded in 1973 and sadly, the record label ended after just ten years.
They also managed the careers of Yvonne Elliman and the Bee Gees.
RSO manufactured records about 'The Empire Strikes Back' and 'Return Of The Jedi' before dissolving in 1983.
In 1980, the Bee Gees slapped RSO with a two hundred million lawsuit.
There was a settlement for an undisclosed amount that ended the dispute.
In 1983, many people hated to see them go.
The world is a better place because of RSO.
Jul 19, 2019
Jul 19, 2019 at 6:33 PM UTC
Hi everyone and welcome to brumbies night live for the brumbies home match against the Auckland blues and what a match this will turn out to be and here is Fred with a jingle
Run brumbies run
Playing at GIO stadium oh yeah
Run brumbies run
Fighting fit fighting strong
Come on brumbies
You must win this Saturday
The night of all nights
Go brumbies go brumbies
We are the best
We will triumph over the blues
We are the best
Go brumbies go brumbies
We must win
If we wanna win in the finals
We have to win tonight
Thank you Fred and now here is Peter with his jingle
Out on the field of super rugby today
Are the mighty brumbies
Ready for a win
Our opponent today is the Auckland blues
We need to win we will triumph over
Everyone here’s hoping dude
Then the team provided a try
Scoring good here’s hoping mate
Everyone will cheer as they come on the field we get to our feet abs from our mouths we yell
Go the brumbies go go go
We need to beat the blues at their game
Go the brumbies go go go
Fight for our place in the finals
Here’s hoping well if we are good enough
Thank you Peter and now time to start the match go brumbies
Welcome to half time of brumbies night live and the blues got an early lead but then the brumbies caught up a bit to make it Auckland 15 brumbies 12, it will be an interesting second half
Here is Tim
Go brumbies go brumbies go brumbies go
We are the best team in Australia yeah
We are kicking *** good
And we are showing the blues who is boss
Let’s hope we don’t end up with a loss
Go the mighty brumbies mate
Carn them good and strong
Up the brumbies down the blues
Well I hope so anyway
It is great to shoe the kids of this town
Just how great the brumbies are
Come on brumbies win this match
Yeah oh yeah come on dudes
Thank you Tim and now here is William with his jingle
You know it is the brumbies
We are coming back on the blues
And at precisely midnight
Our victory will fit right
Into the night
We must win tonight mate
If we think we are good
What have the crowd
Eating pretty good food
Oh yeah we must win
Oh yeah we must
Thank you William and this match is going to be great in the second half
Here is Yvonne
The mighty brumbies are going to win today
1 2 3 4 5 olay
Then we will score and score
The opposition doesn’t know what hit em
Hit em hit em hit em
Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes
We must win tonight cause if we don’t
I will meet you in the club
And pour beer over you, yeah
We fight we win
Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes
Go the mighty brumbies
Thank you Yvonne and now onto the second half go brumbies
And now it is full time and what a win for the ACT brumbies by 26-21 and I can tell you that was a great win
Here is Tom
Oh yeah it was a great win for the brumbies, the brumbies oh yeah
We proved too good for them oh yeah
The mighty brumbies
The brumbies played so ****** well
Auckland don’t know what hit em
Just when we thought they were down in the game
They scored some great points
Oh yeah the brumbies won it oh yeseree 3 cheers for the mighty brumbies come on oh yeah
Well done the mighty brumbies
Well ****** done
Thank you Tom and now here is Brian with a jingle
Go brumbies
We fought we conquered and we won
It was a great win we deserved to win
And the mighty brumbies
Are the best team around
Are we going to win from this match on
Or is it going to be a hay ride for us all
But the brumbies the mighty brumbies
Will put up a fight
Try and put that in your pipe and smoke it critics just smoke it now
All up
Go the brumbies go the brumbies
We are the best team around
Go the brumbies go the brumbies
Yes we beat the blues oh yeah
We are back kicking ***
Like we used to do fellas
Go the mighty brumbies
We are the mighty brumbies
We are The best
Thank you Brian and now that is it
There ain’t no more the brumbies have won, 26-21 is the score
Goodbye from brumbies night live
And now we draw the final curtain
Yes it is the brumbies are totally rad
The performance for them in this game was far from ****** bad
So as we wait for next weeks opponent
We will try and show them what we are made of yeah
But now it is time to celebrate
With a nice cold beer
Go brumbies
May 4, 2019
May 4, 2019 at 8:54 AM UTC
A pity Yvonne alas has passed on
In a most regrettable way.
She was in quite a snit
'Cause she just couldn't ****
And hadn't in many a day.
So she sent Ernie out
For enemas no doubt
And while he was still on the road
Yvonne took a chance
By dropping her pants
While running toward the commode.
In a tangle of jeans
Frustrated screams
And a splintering bathroom door
Her *** met the glass
As intestinal gas
Burst forth with a thunderous roar.
Th bowl couldn't take
The force of the quake
It rained down like porcelain hail.
Some people say
Five miles away
It hit six on the richter scale.
I miss dear Yvonne
Now that she's gone
Taken from us much too soon.
Sometimes I cry
As I gaze up in the sky
And wave as she orbits the moon...
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 5:16 AM UTC
My Conscience takes all my mistakes
And hurls them in my face
So I relive each negative
And demeaning disgrace
With clarity, severity,
And overwhelming shame.
Day after day It does convey
Just who I have to blame.
I find no peace, my mind wont cease,
I’m constantly harassed;
My mind wallows within the throes
Of dredging up my past
So for support I find comfort
In Spirits so divine
And I believe in Their reprieve-
As warmth and bliss combine.
These Single Malts drown all my faults
I count them one by one
Watching each pass through a raised glass
My Aspersorium-
But mine contains Heavenly Flames
Which sear into my soul
I’ve come to Praise this intense blaze
Which makes me lose control.
It does submerge the morbid urge
To find a swift release
And be content with permanent
And everlasting peace.
But my meekness is a weakness-
A flaw which guarantees
A gilded hell where I can dwell
Toasting bad memories.
Yvonne Denise Springer
Copyright ©2005 Yvonne Denise Springer
Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 2:56 PM UTC
la gran mujer que era esa tarde metida en su dulzura cómo se doblegaba
tierna de sí por las calles más últimas los árboles los patios
rostros como entregados a escándalos de olvido
la puta la bellísima llena de súbitas mujeres
como arrepentimientos como culpas las repartidas por el aire
llamando a la tormenta las soñaban los hombres de la mar
las inventaban por los camarotes de espaldas al océano mecidos
mujeres altas bellas negras madres disparos de su carne
tetísimas muslísimas las sufridoras de hijos pasaban por Dakar
era Dakar exactamente
los sargentos de l'armée coloniale y los estibadores cubriéndose la rabia con el cuerpo
yvonne envuelta en llamas perseguida por jabalíes de oro
la puta la bellísima
con apenas su cuerpo mulato contra el mundo su cuerpo celebrado
conversado en borneo acariciado amado yvonne la capital de diversas
catástrofes y olvidos
escrita en las paredes de todos los alcoles
yvonne que odiaba a los franceses
por sus ojos pasaban los ciegos del mercado
las pústulas del barrio de medinnah las pústulas mundiales
caían furias tristes clausura de sus senos
510
The straight jacket
holds you firm;
they put you down
on the wooden bench,
sit there Yvonne, sit still,
the nurse says, and don't bite.
You watch
the nurse walk off,
her uniform dark blue,
the white headdress,
holds her brown hair in place,
but does nothing for her face,
hard and heavy jawed.
Your bare feet
sense the carpeted floor;
your toes scratch
against the rough grain.
Your black hair
is over you face,
you are unable
to push it away
as your hands
are bound
in the jacket.
You shake your head
to move it away,
but it falls over again,
shutting out sight.
You sit and sense hard
wooden plaits of wood
beneath your ****
You had headbutted
that woman in those
female lavatories
who attacked you
in one of the stalls,
tried to touch you,
finger you
as you'd seen her do
to others in the past.
Now you are
straight-jacketed.
That fat woman's nose
was broken.
Blood everywhere,
on walls, on the lavatory bowl
where you pushed her over.
You hear the loud
calls and screams
from the ward,
the keys in locks
turning and turning,
and anger
in your head and heart,
burning, burning, burning.
Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 2:00 PM UTC