Fly bold into the night, my friend,
and let your spirit soar.
For on your dreams you must depend;
renounce who came before.
A new dawn lies in wait for you,
there at your beck and call.
Your rainbow's end will shine what's true;
the gem who's meant to fall.
So let loose the sorrow felt
from ties that bind your mind,
and know that destiny has dealt
with hopes you left behind.
The morning sun will blaze its light
to pierce the flow of tears.
The arc of color lies in sight;
your pot of gold appears.
Oh to the rain that sits up in the clouds
Mocking me for standing on the dry ground:
Why do you not come at my beck and call?
Why do you briefly visit, if at all?
Why do you loom o’erhead but fail to fall?
The sun l scorches us, humid is the air
And sure, there is a patter, here and there
And yet you refuse to rain in full.
I can see your darkness swirling about
The torment of torrents wanting an out
Oh to the rain that sits up in the clouds
Mocking me for begging upon dry ground:
Until you begin I will simply sit.
Get on with it.
Said Fred, the resentful Doorman,
(overworked and underpaid)
to Ed, the surly Foreman,
(overrated yet undismayed)
'I'll call you a cab, if you beckon,
you'll want a quick getaway, I reckon,'
and snidely sniggered,
under his breath, 'You're a hack!'
surprising the top nob on the job,
as, Fred had the knack
of insulting, without denigrating,
and yet, debating
whether to hold a grudge,
Ed decided, 'Yes,' but not a big one,
which he couldn't carry, as it wouldn't budge.
And altho', toe to toe,
the two did not see eye to eye,
so, trading barbed epithets
and loud expletives on the fly,
they let go at one another,
I don't know, so don't ask me why.
It’s too high, far too high, I cannot look down at the floor’
Said the bird who realised she suffered from vertigo
‘But it’s only a bird bath’ this really is too silly
Said her impatient friend, who by now was rather chilly.
‘Why me, why me? I can’t believe it’s happened to me!’
Said the bird to her friend, wishing she could flee.
We’ve got to get this sorted, we’ve got to get this right
If you are to ever take your very first true flight.
‘I have an idea, I think it might just work’
Said the bird to his friend, as she might just go berserk
‘If you simply close your eyes and imagine you can float
As if you’re perched safely, on a magic flying coat
The bird with vertigo said ‘maybe I can try’
Then closed her eyes tightly, as she flew up in the sky
She dare not even look, for fear that she may fall
But her friend was right beside her, at her beck and call.
‘You’re flying!’ said her friend ‘I’m so very, very proud’
As they both navigated carefully, each and every cloud,
Now you are a bird who is not afraid to fall,
You can do it if you try, is a lesson for us all.
You're ever at my beck and call –
Perfection reflected from my mirror.
On a sail ~
A voyage that carries off my challenges.
All my sorrows and sadness ~
Locked away in your jail,
The yashmak of my despairs and desperation,
Along with all my worries and wailing.
Yet eye-service lurks beneath the veil.
They say it’ll pass
it’ll get better the longer it lasts
They say what’s done is done
but i don’t feel like i’ve won
You took my heart
tore it, broke it, till it fell apart
Now you play the victim
the hole you created, i sit in
I don’t want to become
the monster i’ve come from
Obsessed with yourself, with fame, with money
then you sit and describe her like sweet honey
You say it was harmless
a friendship, nothing more, but now I’m the farthest
You lied with a smile, called in love with a grin
while I drowned in silence, you let her in
In my silence, I find space to breathe
while all you do is leave, leave, leave
She pulls the strings
and I watch horror as the show begins
She has you at her beck and call
and you forget me as I suffer in school
You left me stranded, no reason, no clue
while she became your favourite view
You watched me break, still walked away
now I drown slowly, in the pain that you gave me
Some day you will pay
Kidnapping your love, is not a good plan, because it will no longer be love it will be a forced plan.
Not a love that is given, but one that is controlled, by the one that is taken.
Taken away from all their life, giving them no sun or shade to grow and feel nice.
Yes, it may be a dream, to control your love, to have them at your beck and call.
Controlling your love, would result in hate and anger and make you feel like crap .
Love is a feeling of free will, loving is something that you can not control, it is given by one’s own will.
Any thing forced, results in resentment, leaving one to work toward getting away from the prison.
Loves, always let your love be free, to come and go at there needs.
Love is given freely like the sun, that shine on us from above, giving us light to make us bright and guide us throughout our life.
Thank you loves, for reading my rhyme.
Lifting prayer to God, for life and love and beyond.
One shouldn’t be presumptuous, I know this all too well
But I’ve seen such fidelity and love as strong as hell
I’ve felt adoring eyes on me, her heart and mine are tied
Even when distracted I can feel her by my side
I’d never click my fingers like I’m beckoning a waiter
But if I did she’d be there ‘NOW’ and not sooner or later
I feel unworthy of the way she idolises me
I’m an ordinary fella, which I hope she’ll never see
Sometimes she is barred from places that we’d like to visit
But we’ll eat takeout in the park and it will be exquisite
She’s always there for me, forever at my beck and call
Yet all she ever asks of me… is that I throw her ball
Sometimes I call you "Bluebird"
To you I'm "Troubadour"
You're a silver microphone
I'm a red guitar
And when you say my name out loud
I'm at your beck and call
But the one I love the most is "babe"
I like that best of all
In friendship's garden, where we once played,
Our words were spring flowers blooming gay.
All of grammar and logic at our beck and call,
In the linguistic realm, we controlled it all.
Sadly, your heart is now but a brilliant star,
Yet one I can see wherever you are.
In this new silence, all our past words take flight,
As their wings carry me through these bleak nights,
Our past conversations, now a whispered breeze,
Just a rustling of leaves beneath the trees.
In brighter days, we shared all of our hopes and fears–
With love and laughter, with empathy and tears,
Forging bonds beyond space and time so that you and I
Will meet once again in a realm without goodbyes
Where friendship’s language will again know no bounds,
Where tolling bells are still, without a sound.
Please won't you stay I'm scared to be alone,
What will it take broken heart broken bone?
To make you stay I'd gladly take the fall,
I'd do what it takes at your every beck and call.
please dont leave me, on my knees I'll plead,
Even if your presence causes me to bleed.
I'll tie back my hands I'll jump any height,
if only it means you stay in my sight.
I'll sew my lips I'll tighten the noose,
if only it means it's not you that I lose.
A client kingdom
So here we are a day older and yet learning more
who would have thought the blowing up of the North Stream 2 helped by the Norwegian navy?'
Few knew this annal little country had the capability
the technical know-how to help in this
dastardly conduct.
This little country up North with deep fjords and
reindeer, snow, the tourist industry, and waterfalls
who has gone woke, electric cars and solar panels
This little country that thinks of going the whole
hog and doing away with money could do this
this little country that sells oil and gas for export
to fund their green policy at home
does not appear to understand how despicable
it has become, blinded as it is by its wealth
When you realize that the country is an extension
of the USA always ready to do its bidding
then it becomes clear Norway is a client state
that indulged to play a self indulges play
about the environment naively saving the planet
as long as it is at beck and call when needed
to do some dastardly work.
Breaking The Law
Miracle Man
November 12, 2023
Illegals swarm like locusts to our southern edge,
numbering thousands they have taken no pledge.
Because of sheer numbers they flex their might,
but not coming legally they’re creating disquiet.
We house them in hotels while at their beck and call,
all could be avoided if we’d just finish that wall.
If those we’ve elected started earning their pay,
there’d be a place for all when it came their day.
ALL A MAN REALLY WANTS, IS A GIRL WHO LOOKS
GOOD IN A BIKINI
“All a man really want’s,” really?
Don’t you get me going.
I haven’t been the one men want,
not enough boobs … showing.
“All a man really wants,” really?
To win the lottery!
Buy a mansion, as a Love Trap,
where sexy girls ... will be.
“All a man really wants,” really?
A car -Lamborghini .
Passenger sexy long leg gal,
bra measures … 46 G!
Above desires just a few wants,
men’s list could go on.
Add all the girls in Bikini’s,
especially … a thong!
No they don’t … but then … Yes they do!
On the beach girl’s body must rock,
what shallow man would pray
In office, her brains important,
not have the other … way.
“All a man really wants is a girl
who looks good in bikini.”
YES- whose at his beck and call with,
a cold … Martini
August 27, 2023
Contest “ All a man really wants, is a girl who looks good in a bikini
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Morning birdsongs beck and call
Bluebird, are you here at all?
Where'd you fly to? Where'd you go?
Perhaps it's not for me to know
I'll always keep the fire warm
Within my heart should you return
I'll always stand and look for you
And see your face in sunset blue
You're back inside where you once dwelt
Instead of telling I just felt
My love in secret lives in there
I'll handle it with savoir faire
The hopes and dreams won't go away
They'll stay with me until someday
In place of you there can be none
You'll always be my number one
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