I would like for this week's prompt for everyone to write a Bonnie poem. Or, if you don't know her well enough for that, write a bonny poem.
bonny
Chiefly Scot. pleasing to the eye; handsome; pretty.
British Dialect.
- (of people) healthy, sweet, and lively.
- (of places) placid; tranquil.
- pleasing; agreeable; good.
For that matter, the Spanish definition of bonita is beautiful, so that's another option.
Beautiful and sad. (sigh) Thanks for this opportunity.
ReplyDeleteThose were wild times.
ReplyDelete'70s in Erie.
That 8th and Holland
apartment
above Grise's
film library, across
from the bar that paid
off pinball
machines, changed out
in secret at midnight.
There was that bedroom,
floor slanted.
Friends so high on
acid walked, fell. We laughed
watching their antics.
Who was it
brought that monkey?
It shit everywhere.
I never did like it,
but cleaned up.
And when I took
off for Canada with
all the food and weed.
Left a note
to be polite.
While I was gone you took
my righteous jeans, which
stank, but fell
apart when you
washed them. Sweet revenge.
Wanton freedom in
the city.
We did grow up
but wistful memories
will always remain.
Wild ride and great poem...good story too! Thanks for the sharing.
Deletewild times vic. tell bonita i'm here with a phone any time of the day, or night - love paul.
ReplyDeleteBONNIE WEE LASSIE
ReplyDeletebonita the chicken eater
kitten feeder and poetry leader
my funny friend for many years
through the meeeoooww's and the grrrrrr's
this is difficult for me
a woman i love but will never see
never get to make her a cup of english tea
we didn't always agree
but that was good for her and me
a gentle soul with radical views
didn't believe the bullsgit on the news
reminded me of me
just looking for a way to be free.
" i'll miss my friend " - morgan freeman - the shawshank redemtion.
Awww. Very sweet. It made me cry.
Deletemade me cry too vic - love paul.
DeleteBeautiful tribute to a friendship. Very moving. True that.
Deletethanks tash. a hard poem to write. a hard road to walk - love paul.
DeleteBonita, Bonita, is Bonny
ReplyDeleteBright with ideas and verses so clever;
Opinionated, and staunch forever;
Nice, especially to cats and to kittens
Intelligent, knows both her gloves and her mittens
Talented, poetic and swift on the uptake
Affable, kindly, friend with a cupcake.
Belligerent whenever she's challenged to be
Omni talented, with verses is she.
Never at a loss for the right words
Interesting even in the strange and absurd,
Trump lover for which I have to forgive her
Affectionate arrows inhabit her quiver.
Bonita is bonny and beautifully brave
I'll cherish our time and her words I will save
Her poems, responses, her kind words and true
Bonita the bonny, I'll be missing you.
Awesome. Funny and serious and loving and kidding, all at the same time. All of these are making me cry.
Deleteyep. that sounds like my friend. we'll skip over the trump thing ha ha. a nice tribute - love paul.
DeleteThank you, Victoria, I do appreciate your kind words very much, yours too, Paul. I hope Bonnie got a chuckle over my verses.
DeleteQUITE MEEEOOOW'S
ReplyDeleteit's cold and dark outside
but warm and fuzzy inside
wear your kitten hairs with pride
forget about people who lied
it's all quiet now
except for the odd meeeooowww
" the long and winding road " - the beatles.
I like your sweet poems. This is very gentle and sweet.
DeleteNice one, Paul, and sincerely sweet.
Deletethanks vic. i knew cats would get in here somehow. they get everywhere ha ha - love paul.
Deletefor a sweet lady tash - love paul.
DeleteFor Bonnie Rivas Johnson, a pantoum.
ReplyDeleteAfter great pain, a formal feeling comes—
So Dickinson, and so the course from womb
To what may lie beyond. We seek what numbs.
After great pain, a formal feeling comes.
Maybe it’s art can solve the mystery
Of what may lie beyond. We seek what numbs
Or what can give a moment’s ecstasy.
Maybe it’s art can solve the mystery,
Or maybe, after all, it’s only love
That counts more than a moment’s ecstasy:
A mismatched pair, the eagle and the dove.
Maybe, after all, it’s only love,
The love that sisters give, a whole life long:
A mismatched pair, the eagle and the dove,
Victoria and Bonnie are my song.
The love that sisters give, a whole life long,
Two souls that love united from the womb,
Victoria and Bonnie are my song.
For Bonnie Rivas Johnson, a pantoum.
I sent her the poem in a text. She said: wow! awesome! he captured our relationship perfectly and lovingly and gave me a pantoum!Bonnie - Poet At large
DeleteAnd I agree on all counts.
DeleteAmazing znd heartwarming, beautiful and touching.
Deleteno one knows what lies beyond. we'll all find out in the end, i suppose - paul.
DeleteWe could see the little fairies
ReplyDeletethat slept in the fragrant flowerbeds
that me and Bonnie made
with little stuff we found.
Bonnie and I know how to have fun
our ideas blended and grew.
We sang our songs, the green grass grew
And played on the swings.
We danced our dances
we played in the pool
we read all the fairy tales.
It was proof of the magic in the world.
We walked to school together
sometimes in two feet of snow.
We didn’t even feel it.
In fact, we made snowballs to throw.
We started writing poetry and stories.
Bonnie and I giggled a lot.
Sometimes we had disagreements
but not for more than five minutes.
We shared each other's clothes,
we shared each other's dreams.
We double dated at the drive-in movies.
Our boyfriends lived on the same block.
We moved on and kind of grew up.
Got married and shared everything still.
We had parties in the morning with guitars and song.
Bonnie was part mother to my children.
They loved her as much as they loved me.
We grew older but we never grew up.
Together we kept our minds fresh
always doing, making, writing,
never stopping, always laughing,
sometimes crying ... for a minute maybe two.
We've been through a million seasons
and still we never found any reasons
But now we've forgotten all the questions … anyway.
Life wouldn't have been exciting,
it wouldn't have been fun
All the singing, all the dancing
the things we did in in the sun.
We dreamed on…
We lived…
little shows in the backyard
playing jacks
jumping rope,
walking, ever walking
having kids.
days we played,
days we cried.
romps in the rain
walks in the freezing cold,
and Bonnie will,
like me
have memories of it all.
What a wonderful and interesting image of the growing up you two shared, and the years you have passed togethr. Special memories with warm hearted remembrance.
Deletegrowing up is overrated. it's the grown up's that are the problem. still eighteen in my head . lovely tribute wolfie - love paul.
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