Alison Cassidy

Rookie (6th August,1945 / Melbourne, Australia)

His Name Was Stan - Poem by Alison Cassidy

A gentleman he was, indeed -
and handsome too,
despite the teeth
that flashed
(too bright, too white)
when he smiled.

He'd been a good looker
I'm sure, in his day.
Tall and shapely
with chiseled cheeks
and that faintly deferential manner
of one who has followed orders.

He was sitting on the couch
when we arrived,
surrounded by birthday barbecue buzz.
He cradled a small pink bundle in his arms -
his old hands patting, rhythmically
(and ever so fondly)
the new great grandchild.

His eyes were far away -
remembering perhaps
a time long ago,
when he was denied
such a feminine expression
of devotion.

There was something compelling about him -
the unconscious grace
of nearly ninety years.
His name was Stan.


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  • (1/9/2010 12:47:00 AM)

    The portrait of your father taken by your precious camera could be the best photograph in the World? (Report)Reply

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  • (9/15/2009 8:39:00 PM)

    you really know how to capture character in it's subtlest nuances....we all feel like we know them as you do..... (Report)Reply

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  • (9/15/2009 12:54:00 AM)

    Excellent description of a time and space Allie, well done. Love, Jez (Report)Reply

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  • Naseer Ahmed Nasir (9/13/2009 11:41:00 PM)

    An excellent poem, Alison. I don't know but it almost made me cry to ponder upon a person who gave his long 90 years to life. The most beautiful tribute I have read in its simplest form that no one else could write but you Alison!
    Warm Regards to you and to Stan.

    Naseer
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  • Dan Reynolds (9/13/2009 2:01:00 AM)

    While this poem is in general, one of your classic, trademark character studies, I feel I MUST draw attention to the spine of this piece. Such is the extent to which you have engaged me:
    'and that faintly deferential manner
    of one who has followed orders.'

    Allie, this is pure genius. These lines have brought me visions of war-time glory and horrors. Bravery and disgust. Acceptance and resolve. A man's life history from a few well chosen words. You do our craft proud.
    Danny; ¬)
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  • Linda Ori (9/12/2009 11:58:00 AM)

    A heart touching portrait of someone who could easily be a father to any of us. Sad to think that his days are (were) numbered, and he was probably so aware of that clock ticking down, and savoring those last precious moments. You are excellent at writing character studies, Allie - and some fascinating characters you've presented over time. This is brilliant, as is all of your work!

    Hugs,
    Linda :)
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  • (9/10/2009 12:34:00 AM)

    Alie, this is so beautifull as all your writtings. You have such a magnificent way of creatiing the most simplest experience and bringing it to light of others. The charmng way inwhich you introduced stan, with the sweetness of your enchanted pen... God Bless you Allie, for you are one of the finest poets I have read, and will continue to read...

    Bonnie
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  • (9/8/2009 5:57:00 PM)

    Hey yes indeed Allie....
    I do agree with Karin.. you always bring characters to life.. This is very nice to read.. Your poems are simple, but very entertaining, And people you mention in these poems are very beautiful.. People like you make this world a beautiful place.
    Nice to read..

    with lots of love
    shan
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  • (9/5/2009 8:08:00 AM)

    Alison, I feel I know Stan so well after your brilliant observation and almost feel that I can reach out and touch him. I could also feel the warm love he had for his now great grandchild as it snuggled me from the page. Also, his eyes drifting back to bygone years seem to draw me back with them.
    A sentimental and beautiful poem of a man called Stan. 10 love Karin
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  • C. P. Sharma (9/4/2009 6:46:00 AM)

    Allie, perhaps you don't know, I am Stan's cousin with gaping cave, don't look with awe, lol. You paint him so pink with a joy drink. You make me dance with gleeful glance. God bless you for this blissful song with divine sound of the gong.
    CP
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  • (9/4/2009 12:33:00 AM)

    I can close my eyes and see Stand rocking gently as he nurses that baby.... this is your wonderful gift you paint word pictures.10 (Report)Reply

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  • Fay Slimm (9/4/2009 12:16:00 AM)

    Dear Allie - so you have done it yet again in your own piercing presentation of characters in such detail..... Stan is now an added to the list of fascinating folk whom the reader can store in imagination and re-meet with the aid of your wonderful talent..... bless you for sharing him with us....10 + ++ from friend Fay.... xx (Report)Reply

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  • (9/1/2009 5:07:00 PM)

    Allie, the Cassidy eloquent charm has dusted over Stan and gave another wonderful glimpse into your world. Another gem you have posted here. Top marks and thanks for sharing it with us my friend.
    Hugs David
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  • (9/1/2009 3:23:00 AM)

    i fell in love with stan! (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Poem Edited: Monday, June 20, 2011


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