The rose that lived by the lake
At dawn she bloomed, she wakes
For humanity, for beauty's sake
The rose that lived by the lake
The rose that lived by the lake
Men of old paused to seek her face
Dazzled they were by the gaze of
The rose that lived by the lake
The rose that lived by the lake
Her splendor remedied aches
Firmly rooted, never to shake
The rose that lived by the lake
The rose that lived by the lake
Greeted princes on their way
Men smiled with much at stake seeing
The rose that lived by the lake
The rose that lived by the lake
Purified for a thousand years
None to keep, none to take
The rose that lived by the lake
The rose that lived by the lake
Caused kings around to debate
What palace befitted its magnificence
The rose that lived by the lake
The rose that lived by the lake
Had its head cut onto a plate
A tragic and terrible end of
The rose that lived by the lake
Categories:
befitted, nature, river, rose,
Form: Rhyme
He was a commoner desiring to be a soldier
After disappointing initial failure Steve Rogers
Got selected for super soldier experiment in US military
Serum injection and Vita-ray dosing made him muscular.
He toured the country in colorful costumes
During WW II time in fund raising campaign
For his patriotic endeavor during the national exigency
He was very proud to be designated as Captain America.
He proved his worth with fabulous bravery
When he could free all the war prisoners
Infiltrating alone the fortified fortress of the Hydra base
Of the Nazi General Schmidt, named as crafty Red Skull.
To stop him using weapons of mass destruction
Rogers confronted Schmidt inside his aircraft
That finally crashed in the icy waters of the Arctic sea
Schmidt vanished in space, Rogers remained untraced.
The Captain woke up in an old style hospital bed
After seventy years from suspended animation
A feat that befitted the extraordinary role of a superhero
Who assimilated the singular elements of the first avenger.
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May 27, 2022
Contest : Captain America
Sponsored by : Robert James Liguori
Categories:
befitted, courage, fantasy, hero,
Form: Free verse
There he lay on the foul smelling uneven sandy ground,
Dead by beheading, blood seeping underneath the severed head,
An atrocious act urged by a drunken adulterous queen.
He was already dead, but the head had to be totally severed.
A sharp knife did the trick and a wanton tart had a plate
Ready to receive the Baptist head. Looking on only one showed any pity,
The rest indifferent were just ready to please their queen.
The dungeon was not even lighted as behoved a condemned man.
What makes this painting remarkable, one might ask?
Michelangelo Merisi Caravaggio was in Malta and the painting
Was commissioned by the Order of the Knights of Malta,
And hanged in an Oratory for criminal trails.
Caravaggio lifted traditional religious scenes and cast them
With his own dark interpretation. Thus light and darkness
Played a big part in the painting. All main characters are bathed in light,
The rest is in darkness as befitted a dungeon.
A masterpiece of chiaroscuro still to be admired in Malta.
Categories:
befitted, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
Sitting by the beach the lights of yesterday grow dim
while the calming waves of terranas caress my reverie,
the hotting sands bequeath their perfect light;
A lull in time, a moment of grace
and soon I apprehend it all with none;
Nature's casting light
and the deedle doddle of my skin
beneath the burning sun;
Palm trees breathe and I could swear
this day was made for me..
Right here on this beach the world falls away
and I'm too far to inch recall the boister of my kind
Befitted for the sea I long for no one else but him
Tonight,
they'll be a little wine? a yellow dress?
a dance mayhap? Romance?...
May 29, 2018
Categories:
befitted, imagination,
Form: Free verse
If everybody had the guns
Then I would just sit back and watch the fun
Oh what a lovely scene it would have been
Blood all over the place like in my dreams
Those bangs and booms and crystal clear screams
Razor sharp weopons in our hands cutting anything
When the culprits became the victims and die they indeed
What a lovely place it be with the world doing the devils deeds
No angel no mercy as they were burned first by thee
And gods tied in chains to watch the humanity flee
I'll rise from hell once it's all over
And turn into a god just like the one before
Create this new world with my own hands
Then wait again till it needs to be given a befitted end
Categories:
befitted, dark, violence, war, world,
Form: I do not know?