Showing posts with label Pink. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pink. Show all posts

Friday, October 5, 2012

Hopeless Love



POETIC BLOOMINGS
asks us to attempt a minnesang

A minnesang is a courtly love-poem style from 12th century Germany, usually set to music and nearly always dealing with unrequited love.

HOPELESS LOVE

Our eyes meet and I know that love,
That mingling of heart and mind,
Is flowing to me from above.........
Your gaze is of a loving kind.
And yet, your great nobility
Cannot, will not stoop to me.

For you are destined for a King,
While I am but a lowly knight.
You speak, and all the angels sing;
You smile, the world is flushed with light.
But, for all my manly chivalry
You cannot, will not stoop to me.
*
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PINK PEDALLING

One expression everyone knows
Is that French one.... 'Vie en rose'.
Looking at life through a rosy glow
Is better than facing the status quo.
And, surely, a rosy bicyclette
Is the very best thing discovered yet
For whizzing through life without a care,
Blithe and young and free of care.
Pessimists say, of course, at this juncture.......
'It's bound to happen......you'll get a puncture!'
*

Saturday, December 11, 2010

Passing the Time in Pink

From the local paper

PINK SATURDAY

Time passes very slowly
When you are only three
And someone's said
 'Don't crease yourselves and just sit quietly!
You yawn, you stretch, you gaze about,
You fiddle with your hair,
You gaze at other little girls,
Although it's rude to stare.
You hear the music playing;
It's the tune ahead of yours!
Not too long now, darlings!
You'll just love the applause!
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THREE MORE GIRLS!

Oprah Winfrey in the Outback on her current Australian tour!
Oprah's doing something I bet she's never done before!
She's nursing two little children of the Aboriginal race.
(For forty thousand years this country was their special place!
Now they suffer hardship and displacement and the rest.)
I wonder if these little girls were even slightly impressed!
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Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Pink.




PINK.

At last Paul Smith has asked me out! We're going out tomorrow!
He says a friend has got a punt, which we are going to borrow!
I thought this day would never come! I've longed for him so madly!
I don't like rivers very much but, for him, I'll suffer gladly!
A girl must play her cards just right, if she wants to get her man,
So now's the time for me to sit and calm myself and plan!
I'll take my parasol, of course, for I want to act the lady,
And I'll look quite sort of vulnerable, when the light is shady.
But a hat as well, I'm inclined to think, incase my hair gets mussed,
I'd hate to face a wayward breeze, or, worse, a violent gust!
Stockings? Of course, the white ones; they make me look so pure.
(He guesses I'm a virgin, but white will make him sure!)
Gloves? Now there's a problem; I want to look my best,
But I'm aiming for a girlish look; don't want to be overdressed!
So now, the dress! The blue? Too old; I've had it since last year.
The grey? Too dowdy. Well, the green? The green is torn, I fear.
The yellow gingham has a neckline he might think too low,
And the flowered cotton's childish; I want my dress to flow.
I want him to notice I have ..... curves, those things I mustn't mention.
And a dress that flows might show them off...... though that's not my intention!


I'll wear the PINK!


Yes, that's the one! It highlights my complexion.
He'll see that I'm attractive when he looks in my direction!
Pink brings colour to my cheeks (though some rouge will help as well)
Gentlemen don't like make-up but he will never tell!
Oh how he'll love my dainty look! My girlish parted lips!
The way my pink dress clings to me! My pearly finger-tips!
He'll love my skin, my walk, my voice, but, most of all, my clothes!
I'm certain as a girl can be that Paul Smith will propose!
*
Why has he left me sitting here, dejected, on my own?
I thought he was a gentleman but here I am, alone!
All I said was ' I like punts; punting is so romantic.'
All I did was giggle and say 'Let's punt the Atlantic!'
All I said was 'Don't splash me!' and 'Oh what horrid flies!'
All I did was get frightened and let out some girlish cries!
Well, the water looked so murky and the punt, well, it was rocking!
But why on earth did he say those words that were absolutely shocking?
I asked if he liked my perfume; the look he gave was blank.
And then he pulled in to the shore and tied up to the river bank!
He says he's gone off for a walk; he says he'll be back later.
It seems to me quite possible he may be a woman-hater!
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I think I chose the wrong dress! I should never have picked the pink.
If he asks me out again I'll wear the green, I think.