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Lives on Ice
Rocky Road
Rocky road
Motorcycle life
Child born
Died of strife
Mom & Dad
Ignorant of the fact
Rocky tight lipped
Sunkist girl
Full of dreams
Only too aware
Of the frayed “seems”
That tied her fragile life
Together.
Only the Brave
One of a kind
part of a social revolution
a blond with brains
and buns
not a son, but a daughter
a rebel
a Hellion
a Lesbian
a Leader
a maker of men
the new breed
leading us
into a
brave new world.
Golfer
A golfer
In heart and soul
All he wanted
Was to get the ball
In the hole
In the fewest strokes
But, life is not so simple
Lots of sleezy folks
Stand in the way
Of perfection
So, some give up the grand scheme
And still rise above the mediocre
Dregs to live a decent sort of dream.
Follow the Fold
Earnest, willing
To please
At ease with
Strangers,
Yet, a stranger
To himself
Mom & Dad
Still in charge
Unconscious
Of the lad
Making him secretly
Mad
An intellectual
But, sexually charged
This vixen, this new age
Goddess with a brain
may lead him
To the promised land.
Alley Cat
Her hair fell
Just right
Framing an angel
Face
That belied
Her street smarts
Maybe her heart
Had been broken
Maybe not
But, it took a lot
For her
To trust a man
Yet, every man
Loved her.
All
Kate Hepburn said
“I want it all.”
And all
Is what we all
Want
To be upon a stage
Or in a film
All eyes upon us
An imaginary public
Always present
Watching every minute
Every subtle move
Every flush of the toilet
Or casual brush back
Of a lock of tinted hair
To have the gift
The short shrift
Of being doomed
To be an artist.
More than Mundane
This is a gentleman
Of the old school
Following every moral rule
His knuckles early broken
By a measurement tool
His stern father
Beyond reproach
His mother
Sanctified by God
His life proscribed
Not by poets
But, by those
Who favored
Protective boundaries
Placed around
Every errant behavior
His only savior
A rebellious streak
That banged against
The meek and unpretentious
A bossy noise
Most bothersome
But, transparent
For this was a man
Who only wanted love
The touch of a woman’s hand
And a simple life
Just a cut
Above the ordinary.
Not to be Rebuked
Buzz cut
And brutal
A feudal lord’s
Attitude
Towards keeping
The plebeians in place
His face a hammer
To nail down
Anything sticking up
Abrupt, bizarre
Best dealt with from afar
He likes to get in your face
His only saving grace
The camouflage of his helping profession.
Beauty Queen
Easily annoyed
Feeling that large boobs
And blond hair
Would open a wide swath
Spoiled as a child
A child still
Born of tainted blood
Her bleeding red
At the faintest cut
Too much a habit
To be taken seriously
She became a serial lover
Who just had to have it.
The Good Girl
Taller than her mother
Blonder
No bonds at all
Adrift
A sea of sex and searching
Cynical and vulnerable
To old men
Would be mentors
Their own lives
Demented
She walks the streets
And down the alleys
Thinking love just around
The corner
But making do
With a new hairdo and a lottery ticket.
Hot Spot
So crowded
Nobody goes there anymore
Old joke holds true
Trendy young
Never heard of Berra
Girls with breasts
Barely concealed
In special cut tops
For boys as men
No way
For an immigrant to get in
Past velvet ropes
And designer dope
To stupefy
And keep young American
Hope alive.
A Date with Dante
She ran hot and cold
Hot side made you weep
an exultant light
That shined beatifically
From a Michelangelo face
No trace of animosity
Cold, she was a bleak landscape
Populated by
A preying mantis
Waiting to copulate
And eat the head off her mate
This was not a woman
That you dared to date
Unless hell was your destination.
Where Angels fear to Tread
Misguided
At best
Fading looks
The nooks and crannies
Of her youth forgotten
Her childhood dreams
Bled out
A stabbed body
In a murder case
Husband long gone
Left a son
To focus on
His early life
In early ruin
Disaster eased
As both released
Themselves from pain
With ever-ready drugs.
Child Star
Diminutive
Face like a doll
Frozen at the age
Of eight
Movie star stuff
Boy in a bubble
Of his mother’s
Keen imagination
Yet, still capable
Of the great breakout
Wise beyond his years
A sad story
In the making
Adulthood ahead
Will require faking it.
Wanting to be Shiftless
Bonnie worked
The day shift
Bonnie worked at night
Bonnie ate celery
Because the lettuce
Was too light
Bonne was no rabbit
She was a girl with zing
All that Bonnie wanted
Was a diamond ring --
Heavy on the carets please.
Laminated
This was not easy
a woman of brilliance
Harnessing herself
To marriage
A child
Her drug dazed days
Of old
Exploration
Put on hold
To realize a womanhood
In deep conflict
With her human desires
Manlike aspirations
That would break the mold
Risk dismay from the required
Sheep-like mold.
A OK.
Since I was a good boy
All American
As you could be
Grew up suburban
Watching TV
Rode to school
In a government bus
Ate government lunch
For free.
There was no me.
Just us.
US Trust.
Safe
Bomb shelters
Mowing lawns
Regular meals
With Dad & Mom
Now gone
Like a love song
Gone sour.
Now, I devour magazines
Tom Cruise and Katie
Katie Couric
evening news
Maybe like Rip Van Winkle
Take a long snooze
Wake up and find
Mary Martin singing
Like Peter Pan
Never growing old.
In Deep
Her calm
Was a façade
Brunette hair pulled back
Tight against her skull
A slim brown waterfall
Tumbling down her spine.
All seemed fine.
One Marlboro Light
After another
Pushing her still young
Pink lungs
Against a ripe ample
Breast anxiously pushing out of her turquoise top.
Seductive.
But her boyfriend
Did not pay one bit of
Attention.
In short, she was
In deep shit.
Retro Love
We did not know it
Then
When we were young.
We had fun together.
Myriad golden cans
Of Coors,
The elixir of choice.
Chugged down
Our needy thighs rubbing up
Against the open trunk
Of some Daddy’s car.
We were in the moment.
A moment that would
Never end.
It was love.
But, we did not know it
then.
Take Me Out
The dust kicks up red
in the glinting sun
-- the twilight
as Biggio dives
into second base.
"Safe,” says the ump.
This is the game
as it should be played.
But, the game
would not exist
without the fan
and none was quicker
to enlist than
plain Jane
just a sweet girl without
a plan without a fan
dance
No fanfare, no man
just a grand dam'
who preferred the game
over the glam.
Melting Mercury
Shoes like
Exquisite pieces
Of Whitman’s chocolate
Liquid
Melting
Upon seductive feet.
Mercury --
A quick hitter
Quick to flee
Fleet of foot
Covered with soot
Of love lost
A boss’
Not yet in control
Of his tossed
And troubled life.
Mistress of Fate
Vamp
Scamp
Willingly seduced
Seductive
Reluctant
To leave the fold.
Yearning for the Centerfold
Bold, brassy, sassy
Mind like a petri dish
Dish
Shark-like
In omnivorous quest
For knowledge.
Catching fiddler crabs
In a musical net.
Her voice
Echoing in oblivious canyons
Teeth polished
Eyes like dark beacons
Beckoning
And forcing one to retreat
A conundrum.
Sweet sum
Of contradictory parts
A masterpiece
Waiting
To be painted –
Not by a master,
Realization embryonic
Within a laugh
At the marvelous disaster
That surrounds her.
It Takes Two
Game player
Par excellence
Eyebrows twitching
At every roll of the dice
She hated losing
But winning
Put her far above
The would be suitors
For her love
What to do?
Live a life of lies
Or wait for Mr. Right
Whom she might quickly
Come to despise
For being her better
At wearing a disguise?
In the Heat
Sweat streaming down her
Hollowed cheeks
A prize fighter
In a private ring behind the bar
Face formed by a tender sculptor
Painted bronze by a master painter
Her shoulders two drenched masterpieces
Her arched back a marvel of rivulets
Glowing out from her stained camisole
Fierce eyes almost black with determination
In that moment she was every woman
I had ever loved.
© Farrell Dyde
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