Alice- Part 1

Alice starting online dating two years after her divorce

she was almost fifty and very attractive

she was not looking to remarry

companionship was what she wanted more than anything

the vast majority of the men contacting her were much older

many were old enough to be her father

she focussed on those under fifty five

picking out a short list of five

just meet these guys for coffee her friends told her

be pleasant but do not tell them where you live

she followed their advice and met the first guy

he turned out to look nothing like his picture

subsequent dates were equally disappointing

mostly fat lonely old men looking for a younger woman

she had almost given up after four disappointments

then she met the fifth guy Dave

he was fifty two two handsome and charming

his wife had passed away after a long illness

he told her about his two teenage boys

wanting to be sure it was not a dealbreaker for her

Alice had never had children

she had many more dates with Dave

she felt herself falling in love with him

she found his sons to be well behaved and very polite

she asked Dave to bring the boys around for dinner

upon answering the door at the expected time

the two boys were standing there with suitcases 

there was no sign of Dave

Where is your dad she asked

the boys just shrugged and handed her a letter

I am sorry Alice but I cannot cope any more

please look after my boys love Dave

the red rose

I watched the rose grow

it started with a swelling bud

tips of deep red petals emerged

a tantalizing hint of its future beauty

it grew slowly

with stealth and precision

I checked its progress daily

eventually it was proudly in full bloom

a perfect specimen

passing bees paused in amazement

birds perched in awe

clouds parted allowing the sun to take a peek

I cut the rose

placed it in a vase

presented it to my lover

deliciously sweet scent

delicate soft silky petals

so cute to look at

beautiful in every way

just like her

the red rose

Shoelacing blues

Memories of childhood days

Badly tied but hoping it stays

It was always a race

To tie my worn out shoelace

In just a few strides

The badly tied knot defiantly decides

To come completely become undone

LOOK OUT  cried someone

YOU ARE GOING TO TRIP

As I hop jump and skip

I stepped on my flapping shoelace

Fell flat on my face

Started another race

To tie my worn out shoelace

I sighed with a frown

Decided to slow down

Tied both with a double bow

Pulled the knot real tight and slow

It stayed tight all day

Through walking and running play

Stayed tight during dinner

I declared myself the winner

Parents told me it was now bedtime

Despite my protests and pathetic whine

Shoelace stayed tight up the stairs

Despite my sister’s knowing glares

Then I started to get undressed

My shoelacing skills were put to the test

After a full day of fun

I had to get these shoelaces undone

I tried and tried and kept on trying

But the shoelace was defying

The knot was way too tight

I pulled it with all my might

The shoelace then unceremoniously snapped

My sister sarcasticly clapped

I kicked my shoes under the bed

Nothing more to be said

I decided to dream about a short lacing knot

It was perfected with a tiny loop and a short stop

Woke up the next morning 

I was positive with the new day dawning

I went to put on my old worn out shoes

Expecting to have the short shoelaces blues

Saw my parents smiling faces

My mother had put in new shoelaces

No longer dreading the school bully facing

I was the king of the school with my new shoelacing

Stay cheeky my friends

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These writing are published daily, often written minutes before going out

Fresh poetry is by nature raw and ragged

So its not un usual for the odd spelling mistake to be missed by writer, the editor and the publisher

Especially when the same person is doing all three jobs

There is no particular theme to this poetry blog which includes short stories, prose and free verse

They are occasionally sad, sometimes funny, often reflective but always sprinkled with some cheeky monkey wild imagination

We all have a cheeky monkey running around inside our minds

I have trained my cheeky monkey to sit down with me daily and tell me a story

He never fails to amaze me

Stay cheeky my friends

the salsa dancing sweeper

Jerry always wanted to learn salsa dancing

for some reason he never got round to it

he mentioned it to a friend one day

then promptly forgot all about it

he listened to salsa music every day

great music for doing housework

the brush was his dance partner

Jerry was the salsa sweeping king

one day he was at home alone

listening to the salsa beat 

the doorbell rang

whoever could that be he thought

all of his friends were at the door

they brought in food and drinks

transformed his home into a dance studio

they brought a dance teacher for Jerry

Jerry followed her lead

he was finally doing a real salsa dance

it was the best day of his life

they all wished Jerry a happy 85th birthday

the time capsule

She went to the mailbox

Lots of junk mail

A few bills

And a small brown parcel

She went back inside

Tossed the mail aside

Held up the parcel

Recognizing the senders address

It was where she grew up

More than fifty years ago

Not been back there

For many decades

Inside there was a note

We thought you would want this

Recently discovered time capsule

Placed when your house was built

Uncovered during reconstruction

It took a while to locate you

We managed to track you down

And send this to you

Alongside the note

Was an old faded photograph

Of her as a baby

In her parents arms

There was also a key

And a business card

From a city bank

With numbers on the back

She went to the bank

They took her to a vault

Opened a safety deposit box

She looked inside and cried

The waiting room

The waiting room at the doctors office

Nobody really wants to be there

You are forced to go because you are sick

Or must attend an annual checkup

Nobody wants to make eye contact or chat

The well thumbed old magazines are probably full of germs

In contrast to the totally sterile muted daytime TV in the corner

Lets all pretend we are invisible as we pull out our cell phones

Plunging into the scary virtual world of self diagnosis

There is always somebody with a really bad cough

Everybody is holding their breath now

A nurse comes in to call a name

Its not me but now I know the name of coughing man

I will look for that name for the obituary columns tomorrow

Why did he get called so quickly

I arrived well before him

Do you get punished for arriving here on time

I wish that noisy child would shut up

The nurse appears again and calls out my name

I leap up and follow her

Not limping, shuffling or wincing in pain

To keep everybody guessing whats wrong with me

The nurse puts me in a tiny room

Takes my vitals and says the doctor will see me soon

She leaves me in solitary confinement

No TV or magazines in this lonely place

I am beginning to miss the entertainment of the big waiting room

Time passes slowly

I read all the posters on the wall

Lecturing me on the health benefits of green vegetables

I start to crave a burger with fries and a beer

I decide to surf my medical problem on the internet yet again

My symptoms cover a range of conditions

It could be nothing to worry about

Or I may die in great pain very soon

Finally the doctor comes in all smiling in a badly fitting white coat

He asks me how am I doing

As he taps on a computer screen in the corner

I wanted to say

Your waiting room sucks

Why are you so late for our appointment

I almost died waiting for you

You look far too young to be a real doctor

That stupid white coat is way too big for you

Are you just going to google my symptoms

But opted to be polite and replied

I am doing great thanks