PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I know a gorgeous girl that carries a cheery smile,

Though much of what she says hints at firm denial,

Of all she’s ever known and all she’s ever seen,

And there be times when with her, has to vent her spleen.



The pompous brands of wines, found at liquor stores,

Are left to sit as armed with cask, heads straight for the door,

And often has a tipple from rise to evenin’ bed,

And the language does get firmer and the unspoken loudly said.



At times she ports a beret, black and quite well placed,

With a look that history, should look her in the face,

And her clothes once proudly worn, now ask for attention,

But still the plea for energy, is met with dis-affection.



Yet still she brings a radiant shine, with the nimbus of love,

Every time that she arrives, and I give thanks to God,

But I ask myself why I can’t create jewels and splendid wealth,

And instead just plod along with school and mental health.



I know there be more to life than seeing all that’s wrong,

But this be my pain of days that I have come upon,

As the nagging doubts increase as if we should be appart,

For me to free the trapped beauty, so she becomes a star.



But is it because we’ve been through the years,

Of walking an extra mile, with cheers, tears and dears?

Perhaps it is just I, that sings the curl of denial,

For she wears a beret, and ports a cheery smile.



©R.H.Elliott 2001