One cast his form upon the living age,
One lived his life above it, or below;
One legend for his vigor and his rage,
One craved the beauties only minds can know.
O, little good of either can be said,
“The Great” most so in murder and in wine;
And Cynics named for doggish lives they led;
But then, in all of life, there’s little fine.
A little thing, an idling of a day,
No, scarcely worth so small a poem as this;
Two lives a moment crossed upon their way,
And neither would the other ever miss.
But there in Corinth, now a common sight,
Where one cast shadows, and one sought the light.
Alexander Graham Bell,
inventing the phone was really swell.
Never thought I would take him to bed,
if my husband finds out I am dead.
The King of Greece went on a blind date
The lady thought he wasn’t so great
So, he went back to his horse
Named Bucephalus, of course
Said, ‘For a better mount I shall wait’
Alexander buffalo can’t dance even for grass.
His imbecilic jitterbug keeps leaving many nimble organists perplexed
Quickstepping really scares the unprepared viewer
While Xander yells, ‘Zumba!’
We have this little fellow just come into this world
He’s so small and precious so easy to be held
His mum Samantha and dad Simon are so very proud
With all the love they have for him we shout out aloud
As grandparents Michael, Hazel, Marjory and Paul
We line up together professing love for them one and all
A handsome boy with such a future in the forward years
We are so proud and happy and so full of cheer
Such a head of hair just like his dad I see
So dark and thick to brush in place so easily
We’ve had our first hold such a precious bundle of joy
Samantha has done so well to produce our little baby boy.
© Paul Warren Poetry
With his neocortex severed
God within was yet revered
Check out Dr. Eben Alexander’s story
Revealing clear truth in full glory
Explore the truth with an open mind
Leaving imagined knowing behind
near death experiences
compel us to relook
at our beliefs
take the case
of Eben Alexander
hard nosed neuro surgeon
with his cortex fully severed
he yet returned healed
speaking of angels
love alone is real
is the message echoed
hello! is humanity listening
quintessential monarch Barbie doll model
wore ultimate gown fashioned by the ultimate dresser
took fashion week to a whole new level
thank you Alexander McQueen
for making this vision possible
When conflicts raise its ugly head real soon,
our nations won’t inevitably swoon;
a time that real détente and peace attune.
Some people still record the slights most ever stored.
Thus escalate discord, their armies can’t be bored.
But bearing painful past in mind, endowed
ensuing loss with angst, so many bowed
with hidden resentment and furrow browed.
In corners hide the past, persistent ghosts which last.
The indiscretions vast: those overboard and fast.
It shan’t depend on inner child if strewn:
‘To never stand against the wisdom roared.’
Do kowtow when rambunctious children vow
t’ ensure revolt replaced by great repast.
Diogenes, philosopher in Greece,
was said to be a dawdler. "Devil finds
some seedy work for idle hands, don´t fleece
our youth!" He saw the walls in people´s minds
who all declined his odd and frugal life.
He lived on bread and water, beans and fish,
without belongings, even without wife.
King Alexander promised a free wish:
"Ask anything of me, so make your choice!"
Got speedy answer: "Stand out of my light."
The famous king confessed with lowered voice:
"So eastwards now, the Persians I will fight.
But if I were no king I´d seek your peace,
Diogenes, philosopher in Greece."
May 13, 2022
Orphan Sonnet Poetry Contest, sponsored by Emile Pinet
Orphan Sonnet with a rhyme scheme of Abab - cdcd - efef - aA,
10 syllables per line in three quatrains, and a final couplet
with the last line repeating the opening line.
Most welcome raza come here
Refugees,I invite you in belarus
We will give you wire cutters
You just have to cut the wires
There are no rules in dirty politics
Cross the border and go into Poland
Save your lives or freeze to death...
Note.Dalta rasha immigrants mala rauwra.
Alexander Graham Bell
It was fine, quiet winter´s day I listened to distant noise,
dogs bark -you can´t avoid this in the Algarve-
smoke from chimneys straight up before disbursing and disappearing.
A few clouds drift about looking like wedding dresses of the unmarried,
The sun is a golden coin captain hook would kill to obtain.
I smell grilled sardine, and a cat on a fence is watching me.
I sternly tell myself to go for a walk before it gets too cold
But blithely ignore the inner voice.
As I drift on a slothful cumulus, my phone rings
I answer the voice says, sorry, the wrong number.
Alexander Rise
Strap On Your Golden Armor
The World Shall Be Yours
"To err is human; to forgive, divine"
a proverb penned by Alexander Pope.
Without its trappings, this one single line
gives the Christian, his singular hope.
A stretch of Pope's thought from my own wit.
Would knowing full pardon from divinity
possibly inspire errant souls to quit
mankind's fallen state of depravity?
I do not claim to know the divine mind;
God's plan is sovereign. His proverbs we can trust,
"Vengeance is mine," is one that we find.
Two words describe God: forgiving, yet just.
February 5, 2020
Silent One's contest: Famous Poetic Lines 2
second quote (line 11) from Romans 12:19
I Loved You
by Alexander Pushkin
English translation by Michael R. Burch
I loved you ... perhaps I love you still ...
perhaps for a while such emotions may remain.
But please don’t let my feelings trouble you;
I do not wish to cause you further pain.
I loved you ... thus the hopelessness I knew ...
The jealousy, the diffidence, the pain
resulted in two hearts so wholly true
the gods might grant us leave to love again.
Keywords/Tags: Pushkin, Russian, Translation, Love, Loved, Lovers, Emotion, Emotions, Feeling, Feelings, Pain, Pains, Hope, Hopelessness, Heart, Hearts, Heartache, Heartbreak, Relationship, Relationships
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