he does not deserve you
he chose to give his heart and his love to another
he embarrassed you in front of the kids when you told him you lost your job
he verbally put you down and made you feel worthless
he emotionally drained you until you were darn near brainwashed
he made you feel worthless to the point where you second guessed yourself
he caused you to be so lost that you struggle to figure out Your True Worth
i Glorify The New You
i Uplift You as embrace the Knowledge of Your True Self
i Pray for You to only become even Stronger in Your New Walk
i offer sincere support to you when you come the inevitable fork in the road
i Honor You for finding the strength to leave that toxic situation
i put You on a New Pedestal because Your New Journey is Inspiring Me
i Befriend You because of You just Being You
I AM PROUD TO CALL YOU MY FRIEND,
AND I THANK YOU FOR BEING A FRIEND TO ME
Belmont wallows in westering
twilight, sheep graze in cold
pastures, hares scamper,
ignoring a circling hawk.
Blackpool's urban sprawl crawls off
up to the scarred horizon, the Tower*
pricks the heavens like a syringe,
spilling the blood-red sun.
Evening falls, I'm all alone
and free to stare,
a wondrous, star-flecked firmament,
a phosphorescent flare!
Belmont nestles deep
in frost's embrace,
children all will keep
watch for a trace
of gently falling snow
to set their eyes aglow!
Shrill melodic rounds
as pure as prayer,
curlew's song resounds
o'er bracing air
throughout the arching sky
where winged angels fly.
Church bells toll us in
from toil and play,
offer thanks again
for one more day;
chaste blessings from above,
sweet mystery of love!
...a 'home-made' form.
545466 meter: ababcc rhyme
I call it the 'Bickerette!'
Belmont wallows in westering
twilight, sheep graze in cold
pastures, hares scamper,
ignoring a circling hawk.
Blackpool's urban sprawl crawls off
up to the scarred horizon, the Tower*
pricks the heavens like a syringe,
spilling the blood-red sun.
Evening falls, I'm all alone
and free to stare,
a wondrous, star-flecked firmament,
a phosphorescent flare!
Belmont nestles deep
in frost's embrace,
children all will keep
watch for a trace
of softly falling snow
to set their eyes aglow!
Shrill melodic rounds
as pure as prayer,
bluebird's song resounds
through bracing air,
so high above the sky
where graceful angels fly.
Churchbells toll us in
from toil and play,
we give thanks again
for one more day,
chaste blessings from above,
sweet mystery of love.
*****
This is a form of my own invention...
Rhythm: 5/4/5/4/6/6 etc
Rhyme scheme: a/b/a/b/c/c
d/e/d/e/f/f
g/h/g/h/i/i
I call it the 'Bickerette!'
Belmont wallows in westering twilight,
sheep graze in cold pastures,
hares scamper, ignoring
a circling hawk.
Blackpool's urban sprawl crawls off
up to the scarred horizon, the Tower
pricks the heavens like a syringe
and spills the blood-red sun.
Evening falls, I'm all alone
and free to stare, a wondrous,
star-flecked firmament,
a phosphorescent flare!
Belmont wallows in westering
twilight, sheep graze in cold
pastures, hares scamper,
ignoring a circling hawk.
Blackpool's urban sprawl crawls off
up to the scarred horizon, the Tower
pricks the heavens like a syringe,
spilling the blood-red sun.
Evening falls, I'm all alone
and free to stare,
a wondrous, star-flecked firmament
in phosphorescent flare!
Belmont nestles deep
in frost's embrace,
children all will keep
watch for a trace
of gently falling snow
to set their eyes aglow!
Shrill melodic rounds
as pure as prayer,
curlew's song resounds
o'er bracing air
throughout the arching sky
where winged angels fly.
Churchbells toll us in
from toil and play,
offer thanks again
for one more day;
chaste blessings from above,
sweet mystery of love!
...a 'home-made' form.
545466 meter: ababcc rhyme
I call it the 'Bickerette!'
Belmont wallows in westering
twilight, sheep graze in cold
pastures, hares scamper,
ignoring a circling hawk.
Blackpool's urban sprawl crawls off
up to the scarred horizon, the Tower
pricks the heavens like a syringe,
spilling the blood-red sun.
Evening falls, I'm all alone
and free to stare,
a wondrous, star-flecked firmament
in phosphorescent flare!
Belmont nestles deep
in frost's embrace,
children all will keep
watch for a trace
of gently falling snow
to set their eyes aglow!
Shrill melodic rounds
as pure as prayer,
curlew's song resounds
o'er bracing air
throughout the arching sky
where winged angels fly.
Churchbells toll us in
from toil and play
to offer thanks again
for one more day;
chaste blessings from above,
sweet mystery of love!
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