Elusive Quality
Mr Warbucks
approached the streets of New York
He would stop at nothing
even chasing cars, afavouriteof his.
But now he was in grade one company
Prince EvanandPrince Erik also ran and he expected to take all the beating from them on his off days. However he, Mr Warbucks was an action master and even though he looked to have plenty of weight he took big stepswith minimal fuss.
The market should be monitored closely with no margin for error thought Mr Warbucks who was wary of Prince Evan and Prince Erik in their bid for victory.
“its all hush hush” whispered Mr Warbucks close to Uncle Tom Cobley , a useful looking sort
Mr Nobody didn’t know whatuthink he could just follow the plan but was tired of this endless intrigue.
Mr Warbucks laid down the biggest challenge to the 2 princes which he won in the dark, no questions answered.
Mr Nobody was the sole witness to the Tijuana Dancer and the Lilywhitedancer with Prince Evan and Prince Erik while Dr Deejay played Vilvaldi. It was sheer genius.
“Go on ya boyo” said Mr Nobody as he jumped for fun. With the deal done for a fixed fee, he and Uncle Tom Cobleyfinished the second redvinto at Healy’s Bar.
But it would take a very good one to foil Mr Warbucks who oozed class.
Whatsabillion he said, delighted with the profit margin.
He’ll be remembered, Mr Warbucks that is, not as a psycho but for his sublimitychasing Elusive quality.
Being made in Taipan, this Offaly Allstar, could kick for touch.
Prince Evan, Prince Erik and Mr Nobody (who finished up with Gentle Alice) were novices in comparison.
“Catch me!” he challenged Prince Evan and Prince Ericon the way out. He had scored in styletaking on another potentially smart rival in each of the princes and won.
©Helen Dempsey March 2011
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You choose how to use
wrist twist water;
fossil-sourced light;
fume free engines;
coloured bin sites.
You choose to misuse
barbed-tongued phrases;
toil-terms ties;
select election rights;
missives byte size.
You choose to abuse
earth proffered yields;
extinction brinked herds;
supremacy sated schemes;
heart-truth words.
You choose.
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“There’s Vaseline® Upstairs!”
“There’s Vaseline upstairs,”
she said down the phone,
as though she was alone,
we heard the anxious tone,
she didn’t see uneasy stares.
She caught us unawares,
as each, in private veins
of thought, eschewed our train
companions; each ait restrained,
packaged in our worldly cares.
She stirred us from our stupor,
shoulders rocked mirthfully,
eyes crinkled playfully,
imaginations notched inquisitively
by her smoothly calming rapport.
The gelling of an empathetic scene,
unruly hair, cracked lips,
water-proofing radiator drips,
creaking doors, toddler trips,
the many balming acts of Vaseline.
Observing frazzled features of the one
who manoeuvres and directs the family,
an oracle who solves calamities,
restores tiffs or blips to serenity,
decision-maker who can get things done.
Infuriatingly, we stood apart,
I saw the fleeting glimpse of her pain,
guilty for forsaking her domain,
the struggle of two duties was a strain,
each mile chugging further from her heart.
Satisfied, she resumed her stance,
realized her audience and blushed,
an explanation proffered in a rush
to those close by, who returned to such
private pursuits without another glance.
©Helen Dempsey May 2011
Exercise for 7 Towers where we were to find a sign, use the complete phrase in the first line and write a poem or prose after it.
The Frozen Mic 