FROZEN FIEFDOM 

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Poem # 31 

 Feb. 8, 2008

 

A Shapeshifting Tree

appeared directly next to me. In the crosswalk of a valley mall,

yesterday evening at 5:46, a white vehicle did bump me deliberately.

On the hood of the car my fist pounded with a thump,
the driver noticed that I did not fall, and proceeded to her destination of call.

No apology from her lips, not a sign of concern, or personal
responsibility did she show; others saw the interaction and shook their heads in disbelief.

The careless driver had responded as if I were only a leaf.

Twice more yesterday, as I walked along my way, two other drivers did appear, both were men with their vehicles too near
this pedestrian, it was clear. A strange coincidence one could say,except it happens almost every day; in L.A. or any where I am in the USA.

I am an ordinary Woman from the Land of Ice and Snow;
perhaps it is a mystery to some
about who I am, and what I know?

Others appear to be aware,
of where I go, and what I do wear.

My question is: Why do they care?

Perhaps my knowledge of dark and dirty
secrets they don't want me to share?

As a Woman this I can say, and shall be perfectly clear.

Listen up now, can Everybody hear?

Sometimes I like it passionately sensual, or long and slow,
by a Man I enjoy, like, and know.
I never asked to be "Dicked" by the Entity known as "BO."

Seems to be happening daily in many ways, shapes, and forms; being as I am a Whistle Blower with a big horn.

Who is "BO" you might ask?

Isn't that an acronym for Big Oil, or Black Ops while on a task?

Actually, I'm not certain who it be;
apparently, some annoying yet powerful branch of a big "Tree."

If you have an idea, please do reply to me.

SWF, tall, fit, black hair, blue/green eyes, some say "beautiful," challenges your mind. a.k.a. The "Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress"

Copyright 2008 Paula M. Rose

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Poem # 32

Feb. 10, 2008 

 

    I'm A Tree Shaker,

    Name Taker,
    Heart Breaker; don't you use lame lines on me.

    Moonraker,
    Jawbreaker; don't brag how tough that you can be.

    Sense Shaker,
    Moodmaker; do the best that you can do.

    Dream Molder,
    Strong Shoulder; weave a wish, or maybe something bolder.

    Leaf Raker
    Tree Taker; please clear that debris near me.

 

    Long Laster, Soul Master
    Love Maker; when you touch me, what will I feel for you?


    SWF, tall, fit, black hair, blue/green eyes, some say "beautiful,"
    challenges your mind. a.k.a. The "Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress"

    Copyright 2008 Paula M. Rose
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          Poem # 33 

       Feb. 22, 2008
 

    A Fantasy Tree

    I want to see, one which has a clue.
    The workings of a woman's mind and body
    do not bewilder me, or you.
    We think alike in many ways;

     knowing how to please, and what to do.
    A Man with a Plan that is smooth and precise,
    I'm not a prize for one who rolls high dice.

    Two big Trees I do see,

    hanging their shady branches over me.
    As useless as an umbrella in a blizzard;

    about as subtle as a Lounge Lizard.

    No longer wasting time and resources,
    it appears that they have joined their forces.
    What a dilemma that must be, as there is only one of me.
    One must pick and the other must choose;

    you won't win, and I won't lose.

    As I have said, and listen to your to "sources,"
    take my offer, ride away on your horses.
    From my peaceful home, I shall teach;
    those who are your eyes and ears,

    and to whom you preach.
    As Everybody's Resource, and Nobody's Woman;
    my home will be known as The Neutral Zone.
    My Fantasy Tree, you know what to do, and how to do it.
    Make a plan, let's get down to it.

    While I await the IN PERSON Apology

    from a source of mystery,
    and a sweep from my feet by my Wizard of Woo.
    Might he be you?
    I shall spend a day, or perhaps spend a night,
    with one who can share a wonderful delight.
    He won't be Mr. Wrong, nor Mr. Right,
    perhaps only Mr. Right Now,

    but he most certainly will know how.


    SWF, tall, fit, black hair, blue/green eyes, some say "beautiful,"
    challenges your mind. a.k.a. The "Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress"

    Copyright 2008 Paula M. Rose

 

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 Poem # 34

 March 3, 2008

 

The Birthday Party Tree

will be flying balloons in the air for me.
In exactly one week I will no longer be

the glamorous age of 43.


Time for a bit of fun, some poking around in the desert sun;
perhaps a camping trip out to Area 51?

What a perfect cover! Let's go watch the UFOs hover.
Zip two sleeping bags together and discover...

Strange sights we will see, unusual sounds will abound.

Hark! From where does that object appear to
hail?
The Pleiadians have arrived,

in their magical spacecraft they do sail.


A full round of "Pin the Tail on the Human" will begin,

as the sky does darken,
the stars show themselves small and dim.

Oh look, here they come.
The Camo Dudes in white jeeps,

the Black Ops with their infrared peeps.

The CIA is driving a Sting Ray,

the FBI asks Who? What? and Why?

What a sight that will be! Better than any spy movie, or TV.

Are you adventurous like me?

With your tent and our supplies,

we'll have fun with all those watchful eyes.
Let's put on a real show, and give them all a surprise.

Two stargazers we truly are; watching the celestial show from afar.

What a party it will be! You, Me, and one big Tree.
Whatever will be, will be.

Another Happy Birthday for me.

SWF, tall, fit, black hair, blue/green eyes, some say "beautiful,"
challenges your mind. a.k.a. The "Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress"

Copyright 2008 Paula M. Rose

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    Poem # 35 

    March 13, 2008

 

    A Peeping Tree

    was next to me, with its many branches watching to see;
    What would happen, and When it would be.
    Cheeping and Peeping like an overfed Chickadee,
    over in the desert town with the reproduction of a place in Italy.

    The Where was predetermined, established in advance;
    as accurately as surveillance cameras

    can record a woman in her underpants.

    Amazingly focused they can be,
    creating a tight shot; operators saying in unison "Wow! That was Hot!"
    A round of applause, then a pause;
    a moment of silence as the ear moves near
    like a little bug waiting to hear, every move and every sound.
    Enjoying the action, and reactions,

    of two people tossing the sheets around.

    The How is fairly easy to do; use a little camera and recording device;
    add a few more, to capture any extra spice.

    The Why is a huge mystery;

    isn't there a reasonable expectation of privacy,
    a Constitutional guarantee?
    Who would be interested in little ol' me; to create such a production,
    record a seduction, to a carefully orchestrated degree?

    How it will be used? Will I be amused? Can one's privacy be abused?

    Will we see it on the news?

    Here and now you have the preview,

    look for the outcome when I complete my book.

    Until then, as in the end,

    there is much more to come.

    Once Upon a Time, a little mushroom popped through the moss covered
    ground of the Southeast Alaska Rainforest. Blinking quickly, it's
    eyes soon saw....


    Here's an opportunity for you to meet me, to become a part of my
    long story, perhaps part of American History?
    We can meet up for coffee and a chat,
    see what's what, and where we are at.

    If you are tall, fit, and have dark hair;
    sit right down, pull up your chair.
    It's fine by me if you are not;

    attraction is not always about "hot or not."


    SWF, tall, fit, black hair, blue/green eyes, some say "beautiful,"
    challenges your mind. a.k.a. The "Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress"

    Copyright 2008 Paula M. Rose

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Poem # 36

March 18, 2008

  
    The Tree Can Be

growing in sandy soil,

its roots reaching deep into pockets lined with oil.

Over the ocean and across the sands, alliances have formed;
playing together as well as musicians in bands.

Seems to be a cut involved for all Hands;
including those from the Land of Ice and Snow.
I'm from there, I sure do know;

not all of the players are named Bo.
Here and there, and in the air;
profitable deals and exchanges are made,
as those participating rest in the Tree's shade.

Men from the Middle East I would like to meet,
chat with you, listen to you speak.
Arabic is a language unknown to me,
please say a few words, then interpret them for me.

Dubai is a place I would like to see,
perhaps you have been there,

and will share your experiences with me?
Are you a business man, shop owner, or just a regular guy;
looking nothing like how the movies portray a friendly Spy?
Or you might be a representative from one of their governing national agencies;

wondering why I have such poetically worded curiosities?

When something interests me, I want to know more;
perhaps create my own deal, and even a score.
With mutual interests and questioning minds;
we'll enjoy being together, even if only for a short time.

Send a reply, and your photo if you choose.
When we meet up for coffee,

I'll be wearing high heeled shoes.


SWF, tall, fit, black hair, blue/green eyes, some say "beautiful,"
challenges your mind. a.k.a. The "Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress"

Copyright 2008 Paula M. Rose
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Poem # 37

April 13, 2008 

The UK Tree

 

I wish to see;
representatives from your Branches of international renown and mystery.

American Branches have chosen me to annoy;
I'll turn the tables, and offer you myself to employ.
Could I know something of them useful to you?
Interview me, see what I can do.
Information appears to come from out of the blue.

With a short Q and A, you'll find the quick fix.
Have your say, MI5 and MI6;
tell the CIA to go pick up sticks.

In sunny L.A. California I am today;
do you have travel plans to come this way?
I'd like to return to London Town;
unfortunately, the dollar is being stomped in the foreign exchange ground.

Scotland Yard, do send a reply.
Or better yet, stop on by L.A and say Hi.
I might enjoy being your Bit of Fluff;
we can share a laugh,

and tell Homeland Security to get stuffed.

My stats are below, you might want to know.
Accurate they are; even from afar.
That is my legal name you see;
I am as real as I can be.

Send yours, and a photo with your reply,
whether you are a Spy, or an ordinary guy.


SWF, tall, fit, black hair, blue/green eyes, some say "beautiful,"
challenges your mind. a.k.a. The "Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress"

Copyright 2008 Paula M. Rose

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Poem # 38

April 17, 2008

 

Underneath The Big Tree

 

It's time to have a seasonal "Crop Rotation" for me.

Bring in fresh faces, from new places;
have you an attractive man in your hiding places?

Haul them out from the Winter store;
send them to me, one just might Score!

From DC to our shining sea;
It will be terrific, to show them the Pacific.
We shall have good conversation and fun,
as we stand in the L.A. sun.

Perhaps only for an hour or two;
Oh Big Tree, do you see?
How much fun I am having with you?

I do write poems and lyrics, stories too;
many of them are about you.
Mysterious and "Spooky" some might be;
as they tell the story of the Big Tree.
I am careful as I write my tales;
to avoid being inside one or more hay bales.

Tall with dark hair is a preference of mine;
no facial hair, no body art, no jewelry, no Lines.
A wrinkle or two is absolutely fine;
you'll be charming, pleasant, and kind.
Although RoMANce might not happen;
it will be a pleasant and fun time.

I might not be your kind of girl;
perhaps you'll find me to be rather cool.
Until we meet, I cannot say,
if I find you Hot or Not.

Give me a whirl; make my heart swirl.
Round and round like a whirlpool;
there is more than one way
to make toes curl.


SWF, tall, fit, black hair, blue/green eyes, some say "beautiful,"
challenges your mind. a.k.a. The "Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress"

Copyright 2008 Paula Marie Rose

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Poem # 39

May 4, 2008

 

 

A Burning Tree 

I do see;
with visual perception, and acuity.

So much smoke, surrounds that Oak;
Some were gagged, others were choked.
Or was it a Spruce, who did produce;
such a scene, without the need for a blue or green screen?

And like a flame, there is blame;
Who and Where? What are the names?
Many do know, and could show;
from which direction the smoke did blow.
Why they won't speak; I don't know.
A code of silence, about such violence;
gives power to those who caused such misery,
directly to those now resting six feet below.

What a fire! A Funeral Pyre?
A hidden story, a mystery; formed a part of history.
Not a pretty sight; such things happened only at night?

Years have passed, now there is light.
I am one; I enjoy the sun.
Reply to me,
if you have something interesting to say;
let's go out and enjoy a day.
Or perhaps meet for coffee at night;
no expectations, having fun and keeping things light.

If your physical description is similar to mine;
we will mutually enjoy the passing of a short time.
Send a line or paragraph about you;
your interests, and a date suggestion or two.

Share your photo, I'll send mine;
my stats are below, I am exactly as described.


SWF, tall, fit, black hair, blue/green eyes, some say "beautiful,"
challenges your mind. a.k.a. The "Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress"

Copyright 2008 Paula MarieRose

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       Poem # 40

    May 16, 2008 

    A Tree Near Me

on this 16th day in the month of May,
appears to be in quite a state of "disarray."

Some do know how I define that word;
in polite company, it would not be heard.

The Big Tree has many branches;
it's Leaves have fallen into my family "ranches."

Nary a straight answer can I pry from that pile;
soon their stomachs will churn, and they will feel the bile.
Many of us will cheerfully smile, when the Truth is revealed,
and the liars are lined up for a Country Mile.

The Big Tree and my family are featured in my new free book;
over 40 years it did take to cook.

Scout the internet, take a look.
I have used their own words

to put them high upon the Meat Hooks.
Despicable deeds and crimes across time;
knowledge of such events lives today on my family vine.
It's well past time to rip the sheets from the stiffs;
expose their coercive and conspiratorial behaviors,
from their own keyboards, and lips.
Upon whose request did such actions arise?
The Final Answer might be a surprise; although I do hear otherwise.


Do others have families full of such secrets and mysteries?
Shall we share stories, and philosophies?
Perhaps we should meet, and take time to dine;
or only to share a glass of wine?

Sign up for a coffee date, if you like.
Suggest an alternative, but not riding a bike.
Tall, dark haired, fit, and charming;

I find those traits to be disarming.
Here in the Valley I am today;
Heads Up, DC! I'll soon be on my way.

My Tree Series followers read between the lines well, and know what I say.
It's been a long running Cat and Mouse foray,

one that I didn't sign up to play.
Involuntarily I had to join; now, we will play it only my way.
An enormous Tree against a little Rose bush;
a gigantic shove met a thorny little push.
Read my story, have your say.

If you are intelligent, quick witted, and kind,
those characteristics in a man are attractive in my mind.
My physical stats are below; they are accurate,
as those who have met me do know.


SWF, tall, fit, black hair, blue/green eyes, some say "beautiful,"
challenges your mind. a.k.a. The "Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress"

Copyright 2008 Paula M. Rose

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A Large and Shady Tree

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Date: 2008-06-01, 12:35PM PDT


carefully watches over me.
Here and there, and everywhere;
perhaps it will send a few new Leaves to share?

Firmly rooted in dirt it does stand,
tall and imposing, while appearing to be rather grand.
In the area of DC, known as the Land of the Government Hand,
it drew me to it, like a pool of quicksand.

On this first day of June, the sky will darken, without a visible moon.
In the Nevada Desert there is a place;
some say it has visitors from Outer Space.
It's the Big Government Cookie Jar, close to L.A.; not too far.

A perfect day in the sun, hiking around near Area 51.
At night when the stars illuminate the sky; we'll look up and view the Flyby.
Sound like a fun date to you?
Reply to me, especially if you've been there before.
Did you see ET? Or communicate telepathically?
See the craft? Or those who were shoved down the shaft?

Tall, dark haired, fit and fun; able to hike in the hot sun.
Must be single, no baggage, bad habits, or records;
witty and intelligent, dry humor is a plus.

Learn more about me, read my story Frozen Fiefdom online for free.
I am exactly as described;
if we have mutual interests, it won't seem like a long ride.



SWF, tall, fit, black hair, blue/green eyes, some say "beautiful," challenges your mind. a.k.a. The "Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress"

Copyright 2008 Paula M. Rose