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Categories:
beaumont, appreciation, courage, endurance,
Form: Rhyme
Each day you lived was a task
No ending just a sorrow to the last
You made a home for your family
With wife Nancy daughters Jane Arnna and son Grant so happily
But a monster intervened to destroy them
To take the Beaumont children and a parents peace did end
Your Nancy died and left you alone
To live your final years with no peace known
So finally you left this earth at 97 years
As this sad story ends in your final tears
What happened on that summers day on 26 January 66
Leaves us to wonder what happened about murderers tricks
Rest in Peace Jim Beaumont WW2 ANZAC soldier and father to the end.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
beaumont, death, murder,
Form: Dramatic Verse
It’s just a photo of three children
Playing in the sun unaware I am certain
Of what happened on that day
When innocence was lost you would say
A hot day on the Glenelg beach
Was supposed to be with danger out of reach
But they disappeared not going home
And since 1966 their whereabouts are not known
There have been soothsayers brought in
And a parade of detectives who inquired on this mortal sin
Where factory floors have been dug down
But no body or clue was ever found
The latest suspect is the satin man
Whose life included a deviant plan
Do you think he was the offender here
I think there is evidence pointing to him quite clear
The parents of the Beaumont children have passed on
Not knowing where they had gone
The satin man is also dead
It’s time for the story to be known and read.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
beaumont, murder,
Form: Dramatic Verse
It was dusty, dry and endless
Stretched beneath an empty sky
From horizon to horizon
Where the turkey buzzards fly,
Like a landscape meant to warn you
Just how far a man can fall.
Except for Ruby in El Paso,
Hell, it weren’t worth Texas at all.
Took a powder in Fort Stockton.
Crossed the Pecos makin’ time.
San Antone gave way to Austin
On the Travis County line.
Shot a rattlesnake in Waco
With my back against the wall.
Except for Bobbi-Jo in Beaumont,
Hell, it weren’t worth Texas at all.
I’ve seen Lubbock and Laredo,
Seen Odessa/Midland, too.
Met a sweet young thing in Brownsville,
Just another déjà vu.
Didn’t tell her I was leaving,
But I promised her I’d call.
Except for Emmylou in Houston,
Hell, it weren’t worth Texas at all.
Learned to do the Stockdale two-step
In the local Lone Star style.
Danced a Galveston fandango
With a Corpus Christi smile.
Set a sucker up in Dallas,
But my partner dropped the ball.
Except for Jill in Amarillo,
Hell, it weren’t worth Texas at all.
Categories:
beaumont, allegory, travel,
Form: Lyric
Addiction
By Jan Beaumont
I really love my Netflix
I enjoy my Lightbox too
Prime Video's a goodie
and I don't know what I'd do
without my TVondemand
ThreeNow is great as well
and just to top it off
I'm watching Neon for a spell.
For lockdown gave permission
to just turn into a slouch
but now I fear the time has come
to get up from the couch
Go out and feel the sunshine
and meet up with lovely friends
but the love affair with my TV
is one that never ends
There's Blacklist, Vikings, and there's Bosch
and my legs turn to jelly
when I am watching Luther
and see Idris on the telly
I think I've an addiction
and my eyes are turning square
so someone please remind me
there's a whole big world out there!
Categories:
beaumont, funny,
Form: Rhyme
All Through the Night
By Jan Beaumont
As I get older I don't sleep as much
I'm awake quite a bit of the time
And lately I find when I'm out for the count
That I seem to be dreaming in rhyme!
This poetry lark's taken over my life
And though it could be so much worse
I often wake up after 2 or 3 hours
Then just lie there and plan some new verse.
The subjects are varied, I never know just
what narrative lurks in my mind
My Captain Tom poem was written at 3
And that night sleep was left far behind.
I've written 'bout chocolate and wanting to buy
all the things that appear on the screen
The Single Sock Saga was written at 4
If a poet you'll know what I mean!
And then there's the people all over the world
Who message me during the night
And I can't help myself ... I have to reply
Not to answer just wouldn't seem right!
But you know its been great and I'd not give it up
Its just as much fun as it seems
So I guess that's my lot and I'll have to accept
It's now what I do in my dreams! ??
Categories:
beaumont, dream, fun, poetry, sleep,
Form: Rhyme
Letter from NZ
By Jan Beaumont ©
Dear England,
We know that you're suffering
It appears in the news every day
We just can't imagine, it must be so hard
But the thing that I wanted to say
Is we're sending our love and just hoping
That you'll be back to normal real fast
For you're all in our thoughts
And we're certain
This madness can't possibly last.
And America, we see your trauma
And we know that you're going through hell
So we send our best wishes and hope that
We'll hear very soon that you're well.
To the rest of the world, we are with you
We are one, there's no difference at all
Everybody's a child of this planet
And we all have the right to stand tall.
So we're sending our love from New Zealand
Don't give in, fight the fight, try to smile
Remember that nothing's forever
We'll be back to ourselves in a while!
Categories:
beaumont, encouraging, health, humanity, planet,
Form: Light Verse
Failure
By Jan Beaumont
My face is red, my brow is wet,
My temper's really frayed
I just can't do it, it's too tough
My failure's well displayed.
Though many can, it's just not me,
I'm useless through and through
They've tried to show me but it's just
A thing that I can't do.
I've tried my best, but I give up
I need a whisky - neat,
Don't judge me harshly, life's too short
To fold a fitted sheet!
Categories:
beaumont, fun, funny, humor, humorous,
Form: Light Verse
Graeme’s hero is Steven Gerrard,
That Liverpool and LA football player,
And has Cerebral Palsy. It was hard,
‘Cos doctors said he’d never blether.
He was prematurely delivered 1979,
But can now lift 3x his body weight.
For his 8th birthday his parents fine,
Bought him a horse, sports to date.
He studied at Beaumont College,
In Lancaster, where he got involved,
In CP sports competitions to wage,
His abilities and strength devolved.
Joining Chorley town Athletic Club,
He became determined to make it,
And in May 2012 Graeme did tub,
Taking silver, to sprint the Worlds fit.
Then in the London Games, Paras,
He won another silver to objectify,
His raw talent in the T36 100 metres,
In which he does his dreams solidify.
Categories:
beaumont, body, health, motivation, race,
Form: Quatrain
I am a Beast— I dwell in the Realm of Hunger.
Once upon a time, when I was younger,
Some enchantment did enfold
My heart in frozen, icy cold;
And my world became a prism—
Mirror image of a schism
Deep within my very being.
Soon all I was ever seeing
Was the surface of a looking glass…
I could not break this curse— alas—
Now I’m a Beast all shun and damn.
Though surrounded with wealth, ad nauseam,
I lack the treasures of the heart;
And I am doomed to live apart
From everyone. There is only
One way to save me from being the lonely,
Ugly, stupid Beast you see…
Someone beautiful must love me.
But that’s impossible, I know all too well.
And there’s nothing else that can break this spell.
~ Harley White
[From: One Two Three a Trilogy – One – “Beauty and the Beast” – my rendering in musical theater – based on versions by Madame de Gabrielle-Suzanne Barbot Villleneuve (1740) and Jeanne-Marie Leprince de Beaumont (1756)]
Categories:
beaumont, animal, beauty, fairy, fantasy,
Form: Verse
Constance
Sarcastic, Mother, Loyal, Friend
Daughter of Mikal and Donna
Lover of writing, music, and moonlight
Who feels love, sadness, and hope
Who fears failure, flying roaches, and lonliness
Who would like to see Ireland, Puerto Rico, and Maine
Resident of Beaumont, Texas
Gilmore
Categories:
beaumont, introspection,
Form: Bio