The Party
I ride by the driveway,
There are so many cars,
I have to park halfway
Down the block.
She said she'd be here,
She probably will.
Saying that my company
Was needed to make her
Night complete, I don't
Think I believed her.
What would some one as
Beautiful as her, want
With me?
I lock my car from afar,
Walking reluctantly, to
The party in progress.
I'll just get back in my
Car and follow the route
Back to my house, or perch
Myself in front of a window,
Glaring in, to catch glimpse,
As a voyeur, hoping to
See forbidden fruit; watching
Her everymove.
These thoughts and more,
Cloud my mind.
I know, I know, I'll
Just sit in my car
Across the street, and
Watch the happy partyiers
Revel in their own company.
I stop two doors down,
From the offending house.
Good, I think to myself,
No one's seen me, I can
Still make a hasty retreat.
There, on the porch, standing,
Talking , laughing,
Is the lady in question.
I take a deep breath,
Close my eyes and pop a mint;
Pulling out a coin from
My pocket, I rest in it on
My closed pointing finger
And thunb; heads I go right
Tails I go left to party.
I flick my thumb,
The coin launches from
It's seat,
Tumbling in the air....
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Posted: Jul 2010
About this poem:
This is how I feel as about C.S..
You, people, in the poets corner, have been beautiful. I wish I could say the same about the forums. The Irish chat was wonderful; Thank you!
The international, except for a very small handful, are rude. I could go on, but i won't. To the small handful that did allow me in, Thank you.
Comments (8)
rob
Andrew.
Leaving choices up to chance Tumbling in the air.... is risky business. Hope to read future poetic posts from you!
I really do appreciate it!
Dave
What the others say is so true..your poetry would be missed if you were not here. We all so enjoy your unique style..bye now..JG..
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