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 Posted:   Mar 7, 2020 - 7:14 AM   
 By:   joan hue   (Member)

Is it just my fate?! No kidding, Jackfu. Why is it that a sky can be open for miles, but one bloody bird will fly over my head and poop on me? LOL.

I do remember the song Stop Stop Stop. Your poem was funny and synched to the song quite well.
Bravo.

Now your last two poems have been about a stomach virus and bird poop. Will your next one be about rainbows, lollipops and unicorns? wink

(Wish I could synch a poem to a song.)

 
 Posted:   Mar 7, 2020 - 11:11 AM   
 By:   DOGBELLE   (Member)

Most stories told are not new.
it's the telling of the tail that people remember.

It has been five years since I was widowed.
My name is John. I live in one of the World war Two era apartment building that makes up the neighborhood.
I live in a one-bedroom apartment on the second floor of the four-floor building.
It's a nice clean place. The landlord allows the older folks to smoke. He kind of Grandfather us in.
The young families respect the elders in the building. I find them helpful if I need a small bit of help.

One evening I found myself a nice cigar and a cold beer. Opened a window to let in the cool summer air.
I left the apartment dark to let the street lights filter in. I lite the cigar, I made a large smoke swirl
that danced in the light from the street. Drinking my beer and could hear the sounds the came in from the outside.
My cat jumped on my lap and started to purr. For some reason, he seemed to like the clouds I was creating.
My comfort was interrupted by a low knock against my door.
Then it happened again.
With a loud voice, I asked. who is it?
A voice from the other side answered it's "Mrs. Lopez from Upstairs".
I opened the door. There stood a smallish woman who was about my age.
I asked, "may I help you"?
She said sorry to bother you. But the smell of your cigar reminds me of my late husband.
Taken a little back by her boldness. I said would like to come and have some coffee and a piece of cake?
She entered and took a deep inhale of the cigar filled the air of the apartment. An odd thing to do but it made her happy.
I offered a seat at the dining room table. She places her small frame in the chair, she looked around.
It Will be a Little while before the coffee is made, I'm old school and still use a percolator.
She said that's ok take your time.
I presented her with a piece of pound cake, a fork, and a cup, along with a small glass with milk.
She spotted my cat." what is the name of your cat"?. I said, "I don't know he never told me."
By this time the coffee was done. I filled her cup and mind. Then cut some cake and placed the slices on some paper plates.
I then said.
Will Mrs. Lopez! "what brings you to my humble home."
My Girlfriend told me you were a widower. I lost my husband a couple of years ago.
I miss my friend. I thought you would like a friend to talk too once and while.
I said sounds good to me. Worth a try, no?
This how this story begins.

 
 Posted:   Mar 7, 2020 - 11:19 AM   
 By:   DOGBELLE   (Member)

Is it just my fate?! No kidding, Jackfu. Why is it that a sky can be open for miles, but one bloody bird will fly over my head and poop on me? LOL.

I do remember the song Stop Stop Stop. Your poem was funny and synched to the song quite well.
Bravo.

Now your last two poems have been about a stomach virus and bird poop. Will your next one be about rainbows, lollipops and unicorns? wink

(Wish I could synch a poem to a song.)


Sorry Joan but I'm going to jump in your reply.

Is it true the your poem jackfu inspired the film

The Umbrellas of Cherbourg .

 
 
 Posted:   Mar 7, 2020 - 4:39 PM   
 By:   joan hue   (Member)

This how this story begins.

I look forward to hearing more of your story, Doggie.

Umbrellas of Cherbourg. Now that is funny!

 
 Posted:   Mar 9, 2020 - 5:53 AM   
 By:   jackfu   (Member)

Is it just my fate?! No kidding, Jackfu. Why is it that a sky can be open for miles, but one bloody bird will fly over my head and poop on me? LOL.

I do remember the song Stop Stop Stop. Your poem was funny and synched to the song quite well.
Bravo.

Now your last two poems have been about a stomach virus and bird poop. Will your next one be about rainbows, lollipops and unicorns? wink

(Wish I could synch a poem to a song.)


Sorry Joan but I'm going to jump in your reply.

Is it true the your poem jackfu inspired the film

The Umbrellas of Cherbourg .


Thanks Dogbelle!

wink

To (mis)paraphrase that great philosopher Costansicus Rex: "It's true, if you believe it!"

 
 Posted:   May 2, 2020 - 11:03 PM   
 By:   DOGBELLE   (Member)

Most stories told are not new.
it's the telling of the tail that people remember.

It has been five years since I was widowed.
My name is John. I live in one of the World war Two era apartment building that makes up the neighborhood.
I live in a one-bedroom apartment on the second floor of the four-floor building.
It's a nice clean place. The landlord allows the older folks to smoke. He kind of Grandfather us in.
The young families respect the elders in the building. I find them helpful if I need a small bit of help.

One evening I found myself a nice cigar and a cold beer. Opened a window to let in the cool summer air.
I left the apartment dark to let the street lights filter in. I lite the cigar, I made a large smoke swirl
that danced in the light from the street. Drinking my beer and could hear the sounds the came in from the outside.
My cat jumped on my lap and started to purr. For some reason, he seemed to like the clouds I was creating.
My comfort was interrupted by a low knock against my door.
Then it happened again.
With a loud voice, I asked. who is it?
A voice from the other side answered it's "Mrs. Lopez from Upstairs".
I opened the door. There stood a smallish woman who was about my age.
I asked, "may I help you"?
She said sorry to bother you. But the smell of your cigar reminds me of my late husband.
Taken a little back by her boldness. I said would like to come and have some coffee and a piece of cake?
She entered and took a deep inhale of the cigar filled the air of the apartment. An odd thing to do but it made her happy.
I offered a seat at the dining room table. She places her small frame in the chair, she looked around.
It Will be a Little while before the coffee is made, I'm old school and still use a percolator.
She said that's ok take your time.
I presented her with a piece of pound cake, a fork, and a cup, along with a small glass with milk.
She spotted my cat." what is the name of your cat"?. I said, "I don't know he never told me."
By this time the coffee was done. I filled her cup and mind. Then cut some cake and placed the slices on some paper plates.
I then said.
Will Mrs. Lopez! "what brings you to my humble home."
My Girlfriend told me you were a widower. I lost my husband a couple of years ago.
I miss my friend. I thought you would like a friend to talk too once and while.
I said sounds good to me. Worth a try, no?
This how this story begins.

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Mrs. Lopez looked up at my kitchen clock "Oh my!" I have over stayed my welcome.
I took a quick look a the clock. We have been talking for over two hours.
Mrs. Lopez - It's getting late. I should not impose on your kindness. It was a good cup of coffee.
With those words, she lifted her small frame and started toward the door.
I quickly went to the door to open it.
"May I escort you to your apartment?"
No, you don't have to. There's still plenty of tenants
about.

Well ! would you like to join me for the evening coffee tomorrow?
If you like we can go to the small coffee shop on the corner.
She thought about for a short time "yes I would like that."
I'll meet you at the front entrance about three"
Good, it's a date then.
I gave one last look, along with a short wave of goodbye.
She walks slowly to the stair and started to walk up.

I closed the door then locked it close.
Looking down toward the floor, I caught the cat giving me a sly look.
I started to clean up the kitchen. my cat jumped up on the table looking for a bit of crumbs.
I said to him "look here it's only coffee nothing more". He purred a sarcastic purr, then jumped off the table.
I sat down in my chair, relighted my cigar. I looked at a picture of my late wife. I then took a deep draw on the cigar.
I looked back at the picture, I swear to she gave me a wink.
Thanks, you're still the best.
The cat jumped up on the chair. Together we enjoyed the rest of the evening.





 
 
 Posted:   May 5, 2020 - 10:18 AM   
 By:   joan hue   (Member)

Thanks for continuing the journey, Doggie. Sound like romance may bloom. (Don't tell Mrs. Dogbelle about your fantasy.smile)

Seems like some of us "regulars" are not really in the mood right now to write more poetry. Hopefully we will be soon.

 
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