Sometimes a Daydreamer
Lisa J. Finesse
Copyright 2011 by Lisa J. Finesse
Smashwords Edition
Table of Contents
What He Says between the Lines
The Clouded Woman of Charm and Lock
His Unconscious Ramblings about Proposing
Sometimes a Daydreamer
Always
a woman with women's things:
Perfume, lipstick, bracelets, rings.
Skin is smooth with tights on thighs.
Curly bangs lay over the eyes.
Velvety voice that sings when speaks.
Powdered nose and rosy cheeks.
Painted nails and painted toes.
Hair hangs loose or tied with bows.
Mostly a worker they ignore.
They give her work, then give her more.
Though she gives her very best,
they do not allow her rest.
When the 'quitting' time has come
her hard working is not done.
Clothes need washing. Food needs cooking.
House needs cleaning. Bills need looking.
Halftime nutcase without brain—
that's one theme she can't explain.
Some things make sense just to her;
ridicule is only a blur.
This is why she can't go deep
finding a full night of sleep:
Words need writing. Water needs drinking.
Stress needs stressing. Thoughts need thinking.
Sometimes a daydreamer with great ease.
Over the mountains. Under the seas.
Mental paint for a mental picture
without hearing others' stricture.
It's just her...perhaps a man...
traveling to a distant land.
No bad feelings she esteems.
It's just her, and her daydreams.
Unfocused?
Furs and rings and costly things
Are to a lady what tears are to a lesser woman.
Lesser women have less control,
The control needed to run a good life.
What life is had at the abandoning of love?
The love so great that the sea couldn't contain it.
But contain it the lesser woman could do.
And left with the love is what she did do.
So furs and rings and costly things
Are things that comfort the lady at night.
Garnish
I'm
not your petty garnish friend!
I'm not here so you can
tell me all your problems
when
your real friends are busy.
I'm not here so you can
ignore me and put me down
in
front of them.
I'm not here so you can invite me
places with
them and then
act
like I'm not there.
I'm not here to
trail behind you and
watch you make a fool of yourself
to
impress them.
And I'm not here to give you
advice that you
refuse to take.
What do I look like?
I'm not your petty
garnish friend.
So let me in or keep me out.
So treat me right,
or not at all.
I won't be your petty garnish!
I won't be your
useless decoration
like your other useless friends.
I won't be
your petty garnish!
I'm not your petty garnish friend!
Crush
The
one I love I dare not speak.
Merely a whisper between my heart and
hands:
Rhapsody...Ecstasy...Rapture...Love.
More than a
creation of graceful beauty,
More than the scent of the rarest
flower fit for a queen,
More than the riches of any empire
How
I love thee.
The
one I love I dare not say.
'Tis a complex word, lingering in the
breeze.
To whisk me away in that wind would be a song
That
would play through my mind indefinitely.
Word by word the song
would rejoice,
"How I adore thee."
The
one I love I dare not pronounce.
Wider than the planets is my
love.
'Tis like a drop of dew on the tip of a rose,
Sweet when
it is on the petal.
Never let it hit the ground.
Jack's Graduation Party
Guess
what Jack had just got.
Some stuff you won't believe.
He got
the Planet Venus
And a shirt with dirty sleeves.
A cake with
slices missing,
A teddy with no head,
A poster with no
picture,
And some crayons with no red.
A TV set that's
broken,
A candle that wont light,
A ruler with no numbers,
And
some pants that's really tight.
A yo-yo that wont yo-yo,
A
printer that wont print,
A pencil with no lead,
And a tire with
a dent.
A book without a cover,
A flute he gave to me;
I
cannot speak for Jack,
but I'm happy as can be.
How to Grow
Leaves as precious as butterflies
flitter and flutter before they hit the ground
where they will ultimately crinkle once dry.
Yet, when I was radiant and beautiful no one watered me.
I drank when it rain and I ate from the light of the heavens when it shone,
but anything more than that I had no want.
No exotic soil was I given
and my roots dug into the grass as when I was born.
But I could not see the eventuality of the seed of my kind,
and like the rest I craved for strange soil though I had not known it.
First I sought it, and then allowed it to find me.
Under its protection, I received of the food the sun gave us.
While I scarfed it down in gracious soil,
I watched other seed dying in the soil they chose,
but I grew because I broke away from my error of searching for soil
and let the wind blow the soil to me.
Sweet soil that allows me to grow in the sun
exacerbates my strength and I enrich it.
Self-Esteem
Poor girl doomed to fail.
Couldn't she get anyone to promote her?
Couldn't they grant her the wishes of her heart?
The others had a cause like hers,
And it was the others who got the support.
But only her interests grew unkempt
Because she began to believe what they said.
Her dreams were thrown outside to the ravens.
Do you not know how cold it is out there,
How hostile the bustle is?
Too bad for grace. Too bad for blessings.
The girl had already given up hope.
Curse of the Single C.O.
"Look
at the smile on his face,
like he gave the sun in its place.
He
is—"
"Plus
he has the best
manners this side of the west.
He is—"
"And
I'll tell you'll, he
would make a girl's guy history.
He is—"
"But
I was thinking
how his eye, toward me, was winking.
He is—"
"Uh
uh, girls. You'll know
that toward me his eyes did go.
He is—"
"But
this ain't no mess:
When he passed, he touched my dress.
He
is—"
"There
he is! He's all mine.
Girls, you'll know he is so Fine!"
Left Out
“Say
now, just where were you yesterday?
We partied, to see Macy
away."
“I was not told about the affair.
Had I known, I
would have been there."
"Did you hear that the
helpers went down?
Did you not hear the talk around town?"
"I'll
tell you again, I had not known.
If I did, I vow I would have
shown."
"What about the dinner and the
show?
Everyone was there. You must have known."
"All
did not know, 'cause left out was I.
I stayed at home, drinking
beer with rye."
"You knew about the bridal
shower.
We partied until the midnight hour."
"Though
I knew, I was not invited.
I cannot hide how I felt
slighted.
Slighted—a feeling I can't escape,
It trails me
closely, right at the nape.
Whilst new ones come and are gaily
hailed,
I'm set aside and am not availed.
A day has come and a
night goes forth,
But alone with my thoughts is my worth.
A sun
will rise, a moon will descend,
But a lonely heart brings a hard
end."
Chasing the Wind
Faster. Faster. You've got it at last.
To chase the wind you must be quick.
And right when it is in your grasp,
It disappears, its famous trick.
Careful not to trip on your shoes,
'Cause on your neck you're sure to land.
But once you've paid the doctor's dues,
You figure wind came in your hand.
Before you run, hear this lesson;
And no, you can't be excused.
Listen at my own discretion,
So your heart you won't abuse.
How is it bees drift in the sky,
Their wings too small to bear them through?
They should fall and immediately die,
But a breeze saves all, not just a few.
How is it pollen spreads through fields?
It should not move as you may know.
But a breeze grabs the flower's yield,
And helps bees make new flowers grow.
Hear my words. Grasp what they mean:
Don't chase wind, let the breeze come to you.
On your knowledge do not lean,
But do Christ's work, and be made new.
Why chase wind, when a breeze is here
Within the pages of God's book?
You have a Bible. If you're sincere
Open it up and take a look.
Imperfect Desires
If it is your indecision
that commits you to what seems goods,
I beg you leave me free of it.
Your pleasures will not satiate my desires
because you will grow tired soon
whilst I continue to grow and to thrive.
Time waits not for me, I know;
This makes up the reason why
I do not breath in this air;
its stagnant pollution fills not my lungs.
Nor will I participate if your
excuse is pure impropriety.
Especially is the pit
reserved for these ones.
Taking Holidays
Forgive me if my ignorance is not strong.
Even if I parleyed with the creators of them
I still would not believe.
Why establish a day or a time
to force one to behave the way one should?
Each day that passes provides an opportunity
to give, to love, to cook, to gather.
Keep your days, and hold your times;
force them not on ones informed.
I've figured out that these things are wrong,
so forgive me if my ignorance is not strong.
What He Says Between the Lines
I love you girl. Baby, can't you see
how much I want you here with me?
(I love you with the condition that you
do everything I command you to.)
Girl, you talking that crazy talk:
“Give me a ring, or else I'll walk!”
(You want paper sure not to last;
it only makes trouble, so I'll have to pass.)
You can't put boundaries on what we got.
We're better together than if we were not.
(But just in case if our love sours
What's mine is mine instead of ours.)
Why undo everything we've done
for a gown, some flowers, and a little fun?
(Why not just have friends over one night?
We can party in the yard beneath the moonlight.)
If you love me, you won't force me to wed.
Besides, we already share the same bed.
(We're practically man and wife right now.
If I've got the milk, why buy the cow?)
I won't commit 'cause things will vary.
I love you, girl, but I refuse to marry!
(Look, I'll get down on one knee
and ask, 'Will you never marry me?')
Only Sane One
What a crazy ranting fool
covered in his pee and drool.
I used to see him after school
going off to play some pool,
five in mouth trying to look cool.
Now he's gone mad. What a tool!
I even saw his mom one night
when I went to get a bite.
She got into a hectic fight
over who was truly right.
She was an ugly, dirty sight,
with her scanty clothes stretched tight.
We ran when the cops flashed their light.
It gave us all a terrible fright.
His father had a tremendous belly
from taking too many trips to the deli.
His job was watching Regis and Kelly
while the house lay dank and smelly.
I think his name was John Joe Jelly.
His sister Mary was the chief;
always was the family's relief.
She never played the liar or thief
since Christianity was her belief.
Cared for her health and gave up beef,
and was precious as a coral reef.
Civilians of War
One brisk night while playing the cello,
I could hear someone coming nigh.
He looked a poor and pitiable fellow,
appearing to be about to die.
I held his hand, and he let out a bellow
and then a short, distinguished sigh.
When I thought he was feeling mellow,
his life escaped and I can't say why.
Jammin'
Jazz me again,
just so I can be inspired.
Make it make me feel deep.
I don't care if it's silky or gritty.
Give me more, just a little itty bitty.
Make it make my mind source leap.