"EXPRESSING ME "
Margaret Ann Waddicor January 2010
There is not least
an element of panache,
of the theatrical
in what I write,
one dons a garb
like that of a bard
and expounds
with a superior vocabulary,
with a feeling that one is swathing,
beaming
the mind for all possible remarks
of dashing value
to impress oneself first,
to show how well one can dance
this particular waltz
and does so
with an energy
and excitement
that is worthy of a star
on the stage
of the worlds greatest Opera's,
sing it with pride and joy
with a 'joi de vivre,'
blaze it across the sky
like the path of the
jet plane,
leaving it there to turn
change its colours
in the changing lights
of the sun
and ripen into the finale
par excellence.
N'est pas mon ami?
Oh what a stage
the world is,
if one takes up the robe
and strides out into the fray
of life's battles
and loves
and
and
and ......
Comments
The world is but...
the stage, upon which my Queen does tread with grace.
Indeed, you bring excitement to your role.
A fresh performance each and everytime !
I see the depth that you are, and will not ever reach the bottom.
With love, your knight, ~ Sir Gee
Oh fair Sir knight, Sir Gee, my argent follower
Oh fair Sir knight, Sir Gee, my argent follower
And yet 'tis I too who follow thee,
thy words do sometimes stir the air about,
creating rhythmed cadences that fire
like gun shots through the air, ( SMILE I wrote gin shots!!!! Fizzle fizzle POP!!)
And with your measured tread,
the hooves of horses charging,
I count you first of all the lords,
this entourage of mine,
though fiction, fathomed in the skies,
its blue abyss of dreamed reality,
this strange conglomerate of bardic scribes,
we do partake in reverie.
Thank you kind sir, I am sure,
With love from your Queenie Anne of 'swedes'
(sounded better that way!!!! Rooted what?)
All of you, you are so.....
All of you, you are so.....
Wonderful towards little me,
I grow bigger and strut about
like a great big wrinkled Christmas turkey,
just feeling absurd,
as I've had a tiny taste of wine
and its made me feel like a dance
so why not join me we'll prance
all the night in a nightie
oh heaven forbid,
when the fireworks go bang
I doubt if I can
as the organs is playing my song,
swoon
and look there she's watching,
the moon.
Thank you you dear friends here above me,
quite above me.....Ann with my lovey dovey love.
:) Why not?