May 14, 2011
THE RED DRESS
She had just come from dance lessons.
A quick shower, then she got ready
to meet up with Jack.
The red dress
It was shaped like her body
Jo called it
"Coca Cola"
She asked him:
"Jo, what do you mean?"
"A Coca Cola bottle
is like woman shape, its mean
makes a woman a queen...yes indeed,
didn't you know that?"
She laughed...men were so funny.
She took the red dress out of her wardrobe
looked at it carefully. It was embroidered
on the front with tiny coloured brown
and black beads, at certain points the lines
of pearls intertwined. The pearls where not in
an even pattern, but the pearls met evenly
at the waist like the waist shape
of a coca cola bottle.
Looking at it now made her think of Jo.
The thought put a smile on her face.
She was dressing to meet up with Jack
"Wear something sexy", he had whispered
into the phone, when they had made the date...
She checked herself in the mirror
holding the dress to her
thinking of weather she would wear this,
or the blue-black dress that had a filigran tulle
draped over the main cloth which was soft silk
in its waistline 5 rows of silver pearls
like a fragile belt.
Very sexy too she thought,
but then she decided for the red dress.
Red makes the heart beat faster...
She put back the blue-black dress.
Just a little make-up, searching for a lipstick
matching the colour of the dress.
She put on just a dash of it so her lips
looked fresh like wanting to be kissed, and not
dumped under layers of lipstick.
She really hated that!
There was nothing like looking natural.
She checked her face again,
and put on just a hint of blush
giving her a rosy kind of fresh radiance.
That was that, less is more she thought.
She took her sexiest string, slipped into it,
took of her Kimono, and put the red dress on.
She didn't need a bra. Infact she didn't like them
one bit. She was glad that her breast where not to big
and nice and firm, how lucky!
She got her perfume, 'LOLA'
A combination of vanilla
and warm tonka bean
an electrifying floral,
smooth warmth—epitomizing free spirit,
a sexy fragrance.
Spraying a bit on her,
she inhaled the fragrance,
savouring in the scent of it.
Indeed it was tranquilizing.
She took her keyes and lipstick,
put them in her purse, making sure
she had the present she got for Jack...
It was an Eau de Toilette called 'BANG'
A fragrance of peppercorns
and masculine woodsy notes combined,
creating a sophisticated, daring, scent.
She hoped he would like it...
after all it was a bit daring
...'Bang'...would he think she was indicating something...?
Hmmm, she thought and smiled.
Stilettos! She put them on and went out the door.
The red dress was short. She didn't mind
showing of those lovely long legs anyway.
She loved feeling free like this.
She thought about his kiss and his warm hand
touching her thigh. Deliciously addicting.
She send a text...
Will be 10 minutes late Jack x
PoeDes©
May 12, 2011
WHAT MATTERED part twelve
Now that you've all read some
PROSE POETRY REALITY of me
Looking and reading my history
This will be the end
Of the "What Mattered" serie
So to speak
What have you found
A woman with a voice
That shouts
Of Love
Of Home
And History
Yes its surely me
I spend so many idle hours
To write and share
Because you care
Though if I write afresh a serie
I'll first be doing a little query
'Cause I will say what matters then
No more what mattered in the end
The future now needs my exploring
Cause I dont want to be
Lets call it boring
So here I go anew my road
With tales of love
I mostly tell
What do I want
Is just some laughter
A little jive
To pep up life
I want to hug my life in full
Yet do I yearn to embrace
all kind of things
On Earth, this place
Whilst all this passes through my head
Dont want to sleep not go to bed
I want to dream a little more
Well you all know from way before
That it is Michael I adore
And since my love for him is strong
I hope that he will carry on
And see me till his last of days
Where we will quietly embrace
And tell us tales of love and of adore
We need to find the fitting shore
Were we will rest just to the core
Cause love was never like this before
Before I go I want to say
Thank you for leading me my way
For reading all I had to say
My ink was telling you what mattered
Today and yesterday
Dont want to go I want to stay
Want to read you
And you read me
Whatever ink we chose to be...
I stand here by the Rivers edge
I say today I make a pledge
It matters cause its in my heart
My soul is never gonna part
It makes me what I feel and am
I do believe, I do believe in me
One thing I want to say just more
A thing I ever so adore
That I am really such a being
That is romantic to the core
Would you mind to open me the door
I got to go now...time for the next floor
But just before I close this serie
Let me be a little faerie
and dash you just a little bit
Of the romantisism to which I do admit
A poem I wrote quiet long ago
So listen this is how it goes
HEARTBEAT
LET ME HEAR YOUR HEARTBEAT
SO THAT I WONT HEAR MY OWN
OPEN TO ME ALL YOUR SECRET DOORS
BECAUSE A LOCK IS ON MY OWN
I CANNOT EXPLAIN IT WITH WORDS
AND ALL MY TEARS CANNOT BE CRIED
THE POWER THAT UNITES US
SINCE THE BEGINNING
WILL PART US ON THE LAST OF DAYS
ALL MY PAIN I SHALL DROWN IN YOUR KISSES
ALL MY FEARS I CARRY LIKE A CHILD
ALL MY LOVE SHALL BE GIVEN TO YOU
NO NEED TO EXPLAIN IT WITH WORDS
IF YOU OPEN UP THAT SECRET DOOR
THAT KEEPS MY HEART BEAT FOR YOU
YOU WILL FIND IT HOLDS THE PASSION
IN WHICH WE FLOAT
THE POWER THAT UNITES US
SINCE THE BEGINNING
WILL PART US ON THE LAST OF DAYS
FOREVER SHALL OUR HEARTBEAT FEEL THE HEAT
Its what mattered!
PoeDes©
WHAT MATTERED part eleven
It wasn't the first time
Nelson Mandela came into my life
Oh no, not with the sad event
That I wrote for you
In 'What Mattered X'
Oh no
It was back in '88
Then
But to get to this new story
Of my inner Glory
To have done what I could
Just to be there
When Mandela needed us most
1988
I was not gonna to be late
Driving to Wembley
Throught the Gate
Going Backstage
Nelson was loved
By the people
That very day
His seventieth
Birthday
With Sting it all started
I was just driving in
Sting already on stage
He sang out to the crowd
He sang out to the world
Singing...
"If you love somebody set them free"
Free him
This great man
For Nelson Mandela
I stand
It was the first of two
Mandela Events
Raising worldwide consciousness
Of ANC Leader Mandela's imprisonment
1988
I'm so glad that
I always did what I did
If you dig
All I've said
I was there
Like I would be anywhere
To do good
Whenever I could
I can!
All the women
All The men
Who came to do
Tribute
To the man
Here I Name:
Some brought Speeches
Some played Music
for the Singers
To the crowd
Comedy came with the Players
Here the List
For you to see...
Sting
George Michael
Richard Attenborough
Whoopi Goldberg
Richard Gere
Eurithmics
Graham Chapman
The Arnhemland Dancers
Amabutho Male Chorus
Lenny Henry
Al Green
Joe Cocker
Jonathan Butler
Freddie Jackson
Ashford and Simpson
Natalie Cole
Lenny Henry
Fry & Laurie
Tracy Chapmans first Apperance
Wet Wet Wet
Tony Hadley
Joan Armatrading
Midge Ure
Paul Carrack
Fish
Paul Young
Curt Smith
Bryan Adams
Bee Gees
Ali McGraw
Phillip Michael Thomas
Jonas Gwangwa
Salif Keita
Youssou N'Dour
Jackson Brown
Sly & Robbie
Aswad
Mahlathini and the Mahotella Queens
UB40
Hugh Masekela
Miriam Makeba
Courtney Pine
IDJ Dancers
Simple Minds
Peter Gabriel
Stephen van Zandt
David Sanborn
Jerry Dammers
Harry Enfield
Amapondo
Whitney Houston
Salt-N-Pepa
Derek B
Stevie Wonder
Fat Boys and Chubby Checker
Billy conolly
Dire Straights
Eric Clapton
Jessye Norman closing with "Amazing Grace"
Leaving a heavy
TRACE
Of what it would mean to give back
SPACE
Though
TIME
Cannot be given back
Yet this man had always stayed on
TRACK
Never swayed
Never looked back
Always foreward
To his
GOAL
Subject 'Apartheid NEVERMORE'!
Yes we carried Voices loud
Out into the World and Crowd
PROUD
Tracy Chapman
Born to a Star
Appeared first time
She had a line
Talkin' 'bout a Revolution
everybody chanting that rhyme
Now that I retrospect
Did I say it was one of the best days in my time?
It's what mattered...
PoeDes©
May 11, 2011
WHAT MATTERED part ten
The day was blacker than black
It was a hard day
A day for tears
In my eyes
In many eyes
A day for dreadful memories
A day for sadness
I sat down and thought
more and more
about why good people
had to be so hurt
Nelson Mandela
I had just heard the news
Lost his grandaughter
A tragic road accident
A year in a month
To the day
Two days before
Zenani's 13th birthday
To young to go
The sorrow
The pain
Left for those who remain
Zoleka Seakamela
Zenani's mother
Heart so hurt
Hitting ground
Tears for years
Apart from her cries
No sound
Police arrest the man in quest
Drunk he was
The fool
How will he ever live with this
A barricade he did not see
In his stupor state
Of alcohol his place.
Now they have to mourn this tragedy
Their hearts never again so free
The day before
By horror struck
Three students
From Britain
Killed in another car crash
The news clouded what should have been
A South African celebration
Of memories 1994
Multiracial elections
We all were happy for
Oh Alcohol
No self control
What have you done!
Football Worldcup to begin
Nelson Mandela
Cancelled
Speech
For crying
In his heart
Another piece is dying
This man has truly suffered so
I truly feel like crying
I let pass by these thoughts
My mind calling
The losses my own heart
Has had to hold
I know, oh I know
This kind of grief
It sits so deep
And never leaves
I take some paper
To write
A letter
A letter of
Condolences
Dear Nelson Mandela and Family
This sad news made me cry for you. I am so sorry to hear this sad story.
It is the worst pain to carry when one loses a loved one.
It is the moment to cry, it breakes you down and hurts your heart.
We all have to leave one day and become dust, yet in the heart of our loved
ones we live on.
Harder though than anything, is when a young person loses life, when they are
abruptly taken out of our lives.
When we lose a child we experience the most tearing pain imaginable, understood
by those who have had to go this same route experiencing the loss of a child.
It's when we have to let go, we don't know how.
We can't really comprehend and believe it.
We would have rather seen the child grow up to experience the joys life can
bring.
Give them our love, our knowledge, give them guidance and understanding.
Hug them everyday.
A tragedy like this shatters all our dreams.
Yet there comes the time it will also gives us strength. It comes not right
away, but within time we will have in mind that one day we shall meet again...
My heart and thoughts are with you and your family.
I wish you strength to overcome your misery.
With love, Tina
My tears rolled down my cheeks, dropping on the letter I was writing...
I was glad I wrote, I was glad I felt...
It's what mattered...
PoeDes©
WHAT MATTERED part nine
I started to pack my bags
Time to travel again...
It was fall
the leaves where flying
In the wind
Swirling around in it
And then landing softly
On the moist ground
Apples had fallen off my tree
I had no time to pick them up
Jason would do the job for me
Looking out the window, smiling
I turned back to the room
My bag, what would I take...
I needed a moment to think
I was going to Bangkok
It was going to be hot
Years had passed since I had been there
Ah, it was all so long ago
Yet like yesterday
I let it pass through my mind
The Sunday market
With its beautiful wares
The voices of the people
Women in their beautiful
Coloured Sarongs
The smell of the Mangosteen
The Rambutan with its red peeling
From the family of Sapindaceae
Lychees and all the other
Magnificent Asian fruit
Mangosteen was my favorite
How could I ever forget
The deep purple peeling
Sort of woody
Then the beautiful white
sweet juicy and deliciously
Fruity flesh
"Ah quelle gourmandise"
The food stalls with their rice dishes
The smell of Ginger and all the other
Warm spices of Asia...
Soi Ton Son...my old street
Oh I would enjoy this trip
The houseboats on the Klongs
And the beautifully carved dragon boats
Making me think of the Venice of the Far East
A thousand candles lit at night
The sweet smell of Jasmine
Beautifully arranged
The women would separate the buds from its stems
Then place them one fitting into each other
On long thin sticks
Making harmoniously looking arangements with them
Mom always got a headache from them, I remembered
But I just loved that sweet promissing exuberant scent, delightfull.
Even just thinking about them I smelled them.
I thought about the act of Wai Phra
An individual way of offering to a Buddha
Yet always a candle is lit
And placed with others infront of a Buddha
With flowers placed in water
Before lighting three incense sticks using the candle
The three incense sticks held between the palms of the hand
In a Wai gesture
Sitting in the respect position with the feet tucked behind
Faced away from the Buddha
Reciting phrases from the Buddhist
In Pali the language of the scriptures
Pure gracefulness
Now years later Pusdee invited me
I was looking forward to see her
Real friendships lasted forever
No matter the distance
No matter the time gone by
So alright...light clothes
And just a couple of things for London
Was only staying two days
It was not planned
London
Yet I got a letter
A letter from you
Saying you need me
Need me with you
Changed schedules
Planning new
Just because
You are you
And even read I not the words
Between the lines
I see
A big
I love you...
Reading what he wrote to me...
...Today the rain beat against my face
and soaked my clothes
the cold made my skin shiver
the wind bowed my head in unholy revererance
but you made me feel loved
kissing you softly...
Michael
I'll come by before I go, I wrote to you...
I heard my phone ring, bringing me back to here and now
"Hello,yes just a minute I'm almost ready to go."
It was my Taxi...
I took my bag, not looking back I locked the door
It's what mattered...
PoeDes©
WHAT MATTERED part eight
It was one of those days...
Shortly after the wedding had been
Remembering the moments keen
Still Tango on my mind
Like remembering... after the Ceremony
I danced Bossa Nova and Tango
All night
Had caught Michael
Held him tight
Brought me home and stayed all night
Alone again
I stand by my window and dream
What wouldn't I give
To hold him one more time
To make him wholy mine
For now and all time
Yet I thought
It was but a dream
flowing through my head
Like a soft liquid cream
Remebering how
We lay there embraced in my bed
Spreading sweetness through my mind
Wishing time was on my side
Though he had to move
Move on again
He never ever stayed for long
I wish he'd see that he was wrong
For if he stayed
If he stayed on
I would be his Paradise
That's ever and always nice
Now alone
in thought
Of all that had gone on
I felt my mood
Slide slightly to the side
Bad mood I couldn't hide
Milena wrote: "what's up,"
I wrote: "I'm feeling low!"
One minute later I got her note...
Don't be LOW! People are dying all around the world, women are enslaved, minds are going wasted, spring blossoms are about to burst in gentle rain and you have your health and you mind and a deep sense of joy! Sing even if you are down. Sing and even if you have tears it's okay...stand out in the rain and they will no longer be just your tears, but part of the world.
"Thank you, that's the most beautiful thing I heard today!"
I laughed and put some music on...
It's what mattered...
~What mattered VIII is dedicated to Milena Banks~
PoeDes©
WHAT MATTERED part seven
Oh my god,
The Wedding!
I was only half way ready and felt the stress draw in on me.
I checked the mirror and gave it my brightest smile.
Nothing was going to make me lose it now,
I mean my patience!
Preparing myself for the their day
I was bridesmaid, lovely of them to have thought of me.
Radiant, I looked my best.
I checked the time,
25 minutes then I'd have to rush out
the Limosine would be waiting.
I had chosen a rose coloured dress
it was of finest Thai silk,
and complemented my skintone.
It was of a certain 'raffinesse' with its low cut back.
I got my grandma's brooche
which she had given to me a long time ago.
"This gift from me to you is better from a warm
hand and a beating heart than an inheritance
later when I'm cold and gone." she had said
with a smile on her face.
There had been a certain sentiment,
a moment of silence and reflection.
We had looked at each other savouring in its
deepness, then we laughed with moist eyes.
I had embraced her warmly.
she had been such a wonderful woman
full of love and common sense...
The brooch had a stunning large almost purple amethyst
set in the most beautiful antique filigree worked silver frame.
I pinned it to my dress near my left shoulder
one more touch to my hair
my earrings,
just a bit of lipstik
my favorite high-heels
ah yes, and a dash of 'Miss Dior Cherie' perfume
one of my favorites.
I took my small bunch of beautiful rosé roses out of its vase,
and wiped the water of the stems.
They were in full bloom, and smelled out of this world
sweet and alluring.
I rushed out, and the Limosine just arrived.
Trés bon! I loved being on time.
It was a lovely Ceremony.
At the party after everyone had either settled
down relaxing, was happy dancing or conversing
about this and that, having a little chit chat
I had a moment alone with Kate. Bless her
Jarred was a lovely man, each analogue
with the other we hugged.
The thing called love.
Then I went to dance I loved dancing
ever since I could think back
I was four when my urge to dance began.
But that is another story...
Soon I asked the band to play some Bossa Nova.
Michael was leaning on a pilar watching me
I danced by him and drew him with me on the dance floor.
This time it was Tango
My time to Tango!
It's what mattered!
PoeDes©
WHAT MATTERED part six
Interview done
please weekend come
still a bit jetlagged
I went on home
to find quite a few messages on my phone
can you do this, can you that
all I wanted is for the voices to stop
I clicked the button and turned it off
I stepped on my porch
gathering thoughts
just wanted to relax
and grabbed the 'Vogue'
second page reading about a rogue
I actualy took it to look for a dress
so I turned over the page
and found a dress I blessed
It was lovely thought I
just the right one for me
cause weekend come
bridesmaid I would be
a friend was getting married again
and I knew it would be a lot of fun
I'd dance all night
yet till then
a lot of things had to be done
The doorbell rang
who would it be
I went to see
my kids stormed in
hugs, kisses strong
and words of love
"We are so glad your back maman!"
Its what mattered...
PoeDes©
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