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©