The winds of life just blew up me skirt
Winds then spun me 'round and 'round
Flipped me over
Turned me upside down
Me head was covered by me skirt
And oh was me pride hurt
Now, I feel like a plucked chicken
Naked on life's stage, under bright lights
Struttin' before a packed audience tonight
Shaking me wings and me other things
Pretending like I'm in total control
Like I'm confident, daring and oh so bold
Yup! Yup! Yup!
I'm trying to affect a cover up
As the world audience roars with laughter
I force a big grin, then, I too join in
After all, I did have quite a fall
Thus showing me blue undies and all
But now at least I'm on me feet
Dancing on stage, to a fast life beat
Don't ask me how I got here, dear
To me, it still just ain't too clear
But since chance put me on this stage
I know I've just gotta be brave
Gotta make the best of the situation
Can't show no signs of frustration
Guess after all it wasn't too bad
What a growth experience I've just had
Yet, all I lost was me pride
As I showed the world me backside
When life winds blew me skirt over me head
I lost what little dignity I had
Now, I'm becoming a performing fool
Dancing life's jig and trying to be "cool"
Blew me mind and me funny bone, too! What part of
Great Britain are ye from me dear? Thanks for the review and read
Long Gone Love, Journey and Willow(all my best) and Out since you like whimsy. A new friend- Jerry- I'll be reading you, Gwen-
Thnx Gwen, and as humorous as this is, for me it is bare truth. You said in the last stanza:
"When life winds blew me skirt over me head
I lost what little dignity I had
Now, I'm becoming a performing fool
Dancing life's jig and trying to be "cool"."
Life's winds blew up my skirt many years ago, and they have not abated so I could let it down. No matter how hard I try to hold it in place, life's winds are too strong for my fragile arms, and I have no strength left.
You know something Gwen, I'm a fraud, I really am. I tell others like me, that I do this and I can do that, but in reality, I am not that brave. I share what I know in my writings. My stories is the way I should have lived my life; it is the love I should have grown up with; but until my honnor can be restored, until I can be fully accepted by the mainstream society as a whole, for who I am, when I can be loved by a man, as is my right as a woman, I can never, ever be free. May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, maybe too stubborn for my own good, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your very sad, very abandoned, and very terrified little sister, Barbie
Merry Christmas Gwen, to you and yours, and a very Happy and prosperous New Year, as mine can never be until I am totally free.
"If I have to be this girl in me, Then I have the right to be."
W o w !! So much fun. . .a n d slyly serious.
Great metaphor re the way a good writer -- any
real artist --
"puts it all out there." Hard to strip yourself
naked -- blue underdrawers 'n' all. But
there's no other way. Besides, to be human is
to play the fool. Right? Me tho glad me
thstopped by!! 'Pea' <3
Cute poem of strength. Life's wind may blow you down on your ass, but the precious moment is when you were able to get up again, pat the dust off your behind, laugh at yourself, and then walk again.
Life winds blew almost everyone but few had the strength and courage to stand firm against the harsh experience. And fewer had the ability to challenge the situation with the power of humor. Those who can laugh at themselves at times of difficulty are those who will finally make the trip to success. The rest will fall on the roadsides. Thanks for this beautiful offering.
Only the wisest among us know the strength and beauty of being able to laugh at oneself in difficult circumstances. Only the geniuses among us can turn that laughgter into a poem as extraordinary as this one. Thank You Poet.
This is a hoot and a half--been there, done that...how embarrassing!!!!!!!!! Especially when you're...shall we say...hmmmmmmmmmm...bigger than the average bear :)
"Up Me Skirt" sings its voice delivering a package of thoughts
on the state of mind, emotions and understanding of living and
its ontological circumstances.
I enjoyed reading this composition, and have learned
from its contents.
Thank Your for sharing Your thoughts through poetic art.
I just HATE when that happens. The only saving grace is that there is probably not a single one of us who hasn't been in that position before. It makes us into an entertainer of sorts, providing momentary humor to the masses. Ya just gotta take a deep cleansing breath and go on. This is excellent, Gwen, brought a big grin to my face this morning.
Take care,
Sherry
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Great Britain are ye from me dear? Thanks for the review and read
Long Gone Love, Journey and Willow(all my best) and Out since you like whimsy. A new friend- Jerry- I'll be reading you, Gwen-
"When life winds blew me skirt over me head
I lost what little dignity I had
Now, I'm becoming a performing fool
Dancing life's jig and trying to be "cool"."
Life's winds blew up my skirt many years ago, and they have not abated so I could let it down. No matter how hard I try to hold it in place, life's winds are too strong for my fragile arms, and I have no strength left.
You know something Gwen, I'm a fraud, I really am. I tell others like me, that I do this and I can do that, but in reality, I am not that brave. I share what I know in my writings. My stories is the way I should have lived my life; it is the love I should have grown up with; but until my honnor can be restored, until I can be fully accepted by the mainstream society as a whole, for who I am, when I can be loved by a man, as is my right as a woman, I can never, ever be free. May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, maybe too stubborn for my own good, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your very sad, very abandoned, and very terrified little sister, Barbie
Merry Christmas Gwen, to you and yours, and a very Happy and prosperous New Year, as mine can never be until I am totally free.
"If I have to be this girl in me, Then I have the right to be."
Ron
Most enjoyable
William ......Peace & Love
Great metaphor re the way a good writer -- any
real artist --
"puts it all out there." Hard to strip yourself
naked -- blue underdrawers 'n' all. But
there's no other way. Besides, to be human is
to play the fool. Right? Me tho glad me
thstopped by!! 'Pea' <3
Good write.
Sandie Angel a.k.a. Sandie May Angel :o)
Your humor is catching, glad you can
do as everyone says, grin and bare it;-)
Eileen
God bless, Gwen!
Sandie.
A charming write.
Joy and starlight
HH
This is a hoot and a half--been there, done that...how embarrassing!!!!!!!!! Especially when you're...shall we say...hmmmmmmmmmm...bigger than the average bear :)
Excellent!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)
Love Tinka
"Up Me Skirt" sings its voice delivering a package of thoughts
on the state of mind, emotions and understanding of living and
its ontological circumstances.
I enjoyed reading this composition, and have learned
from its contents.
Thank Your for sharing Your thoughts through poetic art.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Take care,
Sherry