Seasons of Feeling - Julie Steimle (read aloud TXT) 📗

a stopping.
Like pepperoni, your lips are warm red.
Like cheese, your hair is delicious yellow.
And of all the wild things that can be said,
I would love to simply be your fellow.
Oh my pizza girl, of these I adore.
I am sure I could come up with much more.


The three My Sweetie poems were trials for a contest I opted not to enter. However, these were my favorite.

My Sweetie #1: Jeff’s Ballad

(same Jeff in aforementioned story, pre-earth time. It briefly tells the relationship he has with the other main character in the story. The setting here is on Mars.)

My sweetie wears a laser gun at her curvy hips
When she goes out flying over the desertscape.
Hunting down fugitives where the cold dusty wind whips
Airless around me as I attempt to escape.

But with a cunning air my sweetie chases me on
Pouncing upon my aching back with too much glee.
Though the pain pinches my neck with a merciless groan
As I struggle with a desire to be free,

I can only admire how strong and skilled she is,
Even though my sweetie is only five feet tall.
That bratty, I mean beauty, can really do her biz-
Striking even the strongest man into a fall.

Is it my sweetie’s grace that completely turns my head?
Or is it her one-two punch that leaves me reeling?
I look on her beautiful face as my rights are read,
Though often I don’t know what it is I’m feeling

Should I kick her in the face, or kiss her luscious lips?
This paradox is too much for my mind and me.
My sweetie flashes her gorgeous eyes and turns her hips,
All I can think of is that we are meant to be…

Fighting forever with a large battleaxe to grind.
I break away to steal yet another spaceship.
If only she wasn’t so speedy on my behind,
And she could not perform that amazing back flip
I’d be off into space, leaving the past way behind.
But she is back on my spine and twisting my arm,
Calling for backup to get off their fat butts and bind
My wrists together so I can’t do any harm.

And as I feel blood drip from my nose and my split lip
My fury boils up as I see my shirt is stained
I wish I had that laser gun at my sweetie’s hip,
So I can cause damage instead of feeling pained.

But when they take me away, I watch my sweetie turn,
Blinking at the harm she’d done to my precious face
She looks somewhat green, though my anger will always burn,
Until the next time when I put her in her place.
And then, maybe then, I’ll consider using that kiss
With maybe a smile, and her hand held in my hand
But not until the time she’s stopped being a soldier,
And I can stop living the part of a brigand.

My Sweetie #2: Couple in the Snow

My sweetie wears a smirking expression
When I try to be serious.
He smiles at me with no words on his lips.
He looks on as I make my confession
As if I were delirious
Or admitting truth as I come to grips
With that I did not think before action.
Not thinking had sabotaged us.
And here I am using Freudian slips
Saying things that I had no intention
For me to honestly confess.
I blush as the corners of my mouth dips
Into creases, giving the impression
That I often kick up a fuss
Over nothing, as the frosty air nips
Our cheeks, while snowflakes fall in succession
Piling powder around us.


My Sweetie #3: Ode to Captain Jack

(I have a thing for pirates)

My sweetie wears crushed velvet, with a rapier at his side.
His dreadlocks hanging down both sides of his face.
But his clever smile, his goatee and mustache can barely hide
As he thinks about his ship, and treasure, and lace.

My sweetie loves to travel the ocean, from one end to the other.
His heart loves not one woman but five.
He is a comrade, a buccaneer, a captain, a pirate, a brother
And he does whatever he can to stay alive.

My sweetie is a legend, talked and laughed about among men.
He gives no thought to the scars that he carries.
He will dare anything and everything again and again
And he will sail off as the other man marries
Me.

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Publication Date: 12-11-2009

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