FAN THE ACTRESS
The women has no mercy on the man who
"Get out of my company," she finally states.
"I don't like your eyes, or their stare on me;
"So get out of my company and we'll drink
"I'll get you a glass, then," your man replies.
All the grace he fancies smiles from his eyes.
She tips me the wink and stretches out her hand,
"We'll wait for favours a long time in this
The glass is brought up by your man from
"We're smiling in the next one, sure we'll go
"O no," she says, "You're mistaken. I'll pay
for this myself.
"So get out of my company while I drink
In memory of Marie Conmee
ONE POET BEGS TO DIFFER FROM
ANOTHER IN ATTITUDES TO
I too could be leaving
But I'd not list such items or sigh..
A poet travels harsh roads in the hand
When beyond recall and I'm daily perceiving
The weaving gleams and a wry smile
As a sun surviving the land.
Relationship could be chance parting
Objects far from your presence.
It sets the road where I stand
As a turn too far off, darting
Downhill, to measure the distance
I must travel in time in the sand
Well, I'll saunter out, for a change,
For I leave with a pack
Of salt in my pocket,
A loaf of bread in danger
Of breaking a fast, and black
Moods on the sprocket of time
That I give in random release
To anger and rhyme.
Copyright: Jocelyn Braddell
TREBLIN TIMES, September, 1973