[stylist] Poem - "Waitress" - Final Draft

[William L Houts]

That's right, damn it, I'm entitled to those spankings and by garsh I"m 
going to get them, heh.

--Bill





On 6/26/2015 6:03 AM, Rowena Portch wrote:
> Bill, you definitely gave me a bit of a chuckle this morning. Spanking 
> may be an over correction, but hey, to each his own. (smiley)
>
> R o w e n a  P o r t c h
> Author of the Spirian Saga
>
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> On Jun 26, 2015, at 1:26 AM, William L Houts via stylist 
> <stylist at nfbnet.org <mailto:stylist at nfbnet.org>> wrote:
>
>
>
> Hi,
>
> I should have run spellcheck.  The phrase you had trouble with had 
> nothing to do with your misunderstanding, but with the fact that I was 
> using an odd phrase:
> "oasising camels".  Clearly, I forgot to spellcheck before posting and 
> I am very bad and wrong and should be spanked.  But thanks so much for 
> reading the poem anyway, and for your kind comments.
>
>
> --Bill
>
>
>
>
>
> On 6/25/2015 7:34 PM, Rowena Portch via stylist wrote:
>> This was lovely, Bill. Some of the words threw me a bit. I’ve never 
>> heard them before, like oasisingcamels.
>>
>> R o w e n a  P o r t c h
>> Author of the Spirian Saga
>>
>> RowenaPortch.com <http://RowenaPortch.com> <http://rowenaportch.com/>
>>
>> View the Book Trailer for The Spirian Saga, a new paranormal romance 
>> <http://youtu.be/XeNmJkXyJv0>
>> On Jun 25, 2015, at 12:14 PM, William L Houts via stylist 
>> <stylist at nfbnet.org <mailto:stylist at nfbnet.org>> wrote:
>>
>>
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>>
>> *Waitress *
>>
>> (in memory of Nadine "Granny" Jackson)
>>
>> Plates like galaxies braced
>>
>> on her arm, she brings our eats.
>>
>> It's craft she's gained from her thousands
>>
>> on frayed carpet.
>>
>> Breakfast crowds, dinner guests
>>
>> all are arrayed
>>
>> in their booths, a chorus
>>
>> of murmurs arising like
>>
>> prayer, her feet singing ows.
>>
>> We dine, declaim, and coffee
>>
>> drink like oasisingcamels.
>>
>> Arriving, unhoped for
>>
>> fulfillment, she pours and pours,
>>
>> a prophetess fountain.
>>
>> such gifting strength?I'd never
>>
>> hold:my smile would
>>
>> fail like dustbowl crops.
>>
>> Waitress, lady, Grandmother
>>
>> Deep: take twenty percent
>>
>> and know I know
>>
>> what suffering is, and what
>>
>> it costs. O rest your
>>
>> broken, faithful feet,
>>
>> and bathe in hotrelease,
>>
>> and bone revived
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>> or husband held,
>>
>> embrace your war-won sleep.
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>
>
> -- 
>
>
> "Oh, Sophie!  Whyfore have you eated all de cheeldren?"
>
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"Oh, Sophie!  Whyfore have you eated all de cheeldren?"