Amy Barlow Liberatore… stories of lost years, wild times, mental variety, faith, and lots of jazz

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Flat-out Flustered Philanderer

Long ago, singing days, swinging and swaying to standards
Regulars down with the drill: no dating Amy

This old guy approaches, asking for “anything Gershwin”
His ancient, rheumy eyes focus on my rack like radar

Customers see the sad, familiar scenario
And if they could they’d counsel him to cool it

He’s nearer; breath reeks of bourbon and Bel-Airs
Tells me he’d love to lavish me with luncheon

My friend snickers: Here comes the hard-ass handslap
Old codger grins at thoughts of snowing on my green young grass

“Just ’cause I go crazy getting on my Gershwin
doesn’t mean I canoodle and cavort with his contemporaries.”

With that, he toddles off, tipping me a ten.
Poor old guy, chasing the chastising chick.

© 2013 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

Trying my hand at dverse’s call for accentual alliteration. It’s complicated stuff, and I’m not sure I have all the rules down, but it was a fun write, and my BFF John will tell you, the story is absolutely true!  Also “on the sidelines” at my two poetic piano bars, Imaginary Garden With Real Toads and Poets United.

Peace, Amy

EN-credible! I managed to combine two – count ’em – two prompts in one poem. Others do this all the time; however, I hadn’t had the inspiration until Three Word Wednesday and ABC Wednesday threw a nice, juicy grapefruit over the plate for me.

Three Word Wednesday gave us Blink, Kind, and Occasion; ABC concentrated on the letter E. Hence the bits in BOLD. Enjoy, and be sure to click on the links above to check out the takes of my fellow poets! Amy

The Ecstasy of Agony

An eclectic gathering, the occasion being
Ethelyn’s engagement to Egbert
(AKA Egghead behind his back)

Ethelyn, an exquisite, educated person.
What possessed her to choose entanglement
of the permanent kind to this egomaniac?

Savvier than we envisioned,
she eventually emptied her life of his eccentricities;
in the blink of an eye, single once more.

Then along came Edmund the entomologist…

© 2011 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

Sunday Scribblings asked us to write on the theme, ‘Friction.’ You can tell I’ve had too much coffee today. Enjoy!


Feeling friendly,
phoned Fiona Fleshpot.
Faded fashion filly
facing failed flick – fetid flop.

FLASH! (flotsam for females)
fancied former, firmer,
flexible, “fine” Fiona.
Furnished factoids.

Fix festivities.

Fry fast foods…
fling fresh fare
(fodder for former fatties).

Flaming flambes,
frozen Frangipani,
fudgy fondues.

Fiona feels friction falter;
feeds fairly fully…

finally, farts.

© 2010 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil