Best Equalled Poems
Faithful companion, Caradog, without necessity
Habitat fed his needs, our bond rapidly developed
Fierce competent hunter amazingly adopted me
Heritage unable to continue, thylacine near relic
Decision to keep him secret was tumult traumatic
Exploited Tiger captured disallowed me to have it
Slender sniff nuzzled friend was a multitude more
Central to my craft's formation, carved wood replica
Tangible muse renews value in sculpting his form
Task of inspiration shed sparks of reaching fire
From my lantern lit table, I intently watched him rise
Stilt like legs stretched, striped yellow rump lifted
Nudged me with gentle nose, wild must be a guise!
Trusting eyes knew domesticity, my heart pilfered
So we walked, accepted man beside marsupial beast
Sharp snout pointed urgently when he detected a meal
Several rats equalled daily quota, Caradog's appease
Showed me hidden nooks, I couldn't figure the appeal
Of providing his secrets, perhaps to dispel theories
Population still existed, a duty he felt was obligatory
Already running in my long local veins, knowledge
Caradog was the final egsample, the last battler
Of a fine Australian species, sadly now abolished
Persistent development trampling their chattels
Option to turn him in to rangers, on my doorstep
Final thylacine female despondent and beyond it
Zoo tourist captivity would instill Caradog torture
Days spent free, ferocious mate bore my fondness
( Last live Thylacine held in Tasmania, 1933 )
* Convincing Thylosene on poems below this,
the prequel to this story
9th August 2020
O'er tempest,soars the
eagle with wings
stretching towards the
smiling sun.
Gliding-nature's
handiwork.
Up the sky,a figure
with outstretched wings
battling the turbulent
wind and frowning sun.
Soaring like an eagle-
Never an eagle.
Gliding like an eagle-
Never an eagle.
Mistaken for an eagle
in the sky-never an eagle.
Utter's sound as the
eagle-never an eagle.
This man-made
handiwork,dismember's
under a stormy wind.
For paid price-loss of
lives.
The works of mother-
nature can never be out-
dated or equalled.
Frog-men under sea
and frogs in the waters
can bear witness.
From a train to a car to the blood on the tar
boys be laying in the street with a gun at their feet
Dead cause thug was the name
they were raised to believe
Now its blue vs red vs blue and red feds
equality's a dream that died
ina troubled youths head
Cause peace was the vision of a hood kid who
hung with other kids he thought were his friends
He got cheated and beatup and treated like hell
by the niggas he thought were his friends as well
So his peace dream died but he should of kept it
cause now picking up a gun equalled being respected
Then he joined the red side cause his oppressors were blue
He took pride in the task to kil his old crew
So he filled up his pistol and got on a train
to a car that would take him down memory lane
As he greeted his brothers and stood by the car
he heard a loud bang and fell on the tar
Now he realised the blue crew saw the jump coming
then he died in the blood that he dreamt of becoming
My friends, this saga slowly unfurls
a love story that went quickly awry,
seems greedy Bob dated a pair of girls
when with one, to the other he’d lie.
The homlier girl’s name was Edith
who, nonetheless Bob was fond of,
but, greedy Bob wanted to live out the “myth”
and with sisters, he was sure to find love !
He began slyly asking about sister Kate
for her beauty was equalled by few,
she was young, and he believed her well worth the wait
she had enough sex appeal for two !
Bob’s antics had him severely troubled
because, he covered his tracks day and night,
his love-making prowess had quickly doubled
so his lovelife was going just right !
Well, finally Bob’s saga ended in terror
because the girls both found out what he’d done,
Bob had mixed their names up, in a passionate error
and what transpired next, was not very fun !
One of the sisters had taken Bob’s life
because he’d proven he couldn’t be “true”,
and the lesson he learned, at the end of that knife
taught, “you can’t have your Kate…..and Edith, too !
Love in the springtime
What sweeter thought than this
The first warm days accompanied
By a brand new exciting romance
An old fashioned romance
Like the ones written about in books
In love poems
That lived in the hearts of young people
Before this 'anything goes' society
A gentle caring approach like love used to be
Filled with mystery
With the excitement of that first kiss
That first tender embrace
Nowadays we try on the merchandise before we buy
No mystery, no exciting anticipation
The thrill is gone
Oh for those simple days gone by
When the excitement in our hearts
Was almost too much to bear
That experience has never been matched
Never been equalled in all our succeeding years
Love in the springtime of life
© Jack Ellison 2014
A
pound
Sterling –
two forty
Saxon hammered coins;
silver pennies or “little stars1”.
It
was
Offa
of Mercia,
eighth century king2,
first issued the silver penny,
and two hundred and forty weighed one pound or libra.
He
copied
the Roman
denarius coin
so one penny became “1d.”
and twelve of these equalled one solidus, or “1s.”
And
thus
became
L.s.d. –
Pounds, shillings and pence.
Sad
day
annus horribilis
nineteen sev’nty one
when decimalisation came
and Great Britain lost her monetary heritage.
Zoe was born 1992 and is a Paralympic powerlifter,
Who was born with growth hormone deficiency,
In Ipswich, she attended East Bergholt school, lifter,
And enjoyed the Suffolk School Games, proficiency.
She tried the sport of powerlifting for the first time,
In 2006, and as a result of the thrill of successful lifts,
She joined the Suffolk Spartans club in 2007, dime,
To lift 40kg later that year at a local games, her fists.
Then in Cardiff at the Worlds she managed 47.5kg,
Where she came in second, and then later in 2008,
In May, she had a PB of 60kg, and then repeating
This in June to take British Champion in her weight.
Then in Cardiff again, in 2009 Zoe dropped a class,
But lifted 70kg to come first, then in the 2009 summer,
At the World Dwarf Games she did gate with her brass,
75kg, which she repeated at the British Finals, bumper.
Bangalore 2009 November and the World Games,
And she did take both the junior and senior silver,
But back at Cardiff again she came first, no pains,
In 2010, then improved to 85kg at the BFs to deliver.
She broke the European junior record, she’d doubled,
Her weight to lever 85kg, and then in Kuala Lumpur,
At the Worlds she came first in the junior, not buckled,
And she did come fourth as well in the event senior.
But she lost out on medal position by coming fourth,
At the Commonwealth Games in Glasgow, Scotland,
In the year 2010, on the run-up to the London gorse,
Then back in Cardiff again, 2014, a first she did land.
She concentrated hard for the London Paralympics,
To focus, drive and push for success and the best,
So as the only GB competitor in the under 40kg mix,
She equalled her PB with 88kg taking bronze, chest.
Six months after my Mother decided to move
out of the house, which only she and I shared.
Had not surprisingly been swept on a messy path
during preceding time.
In nondescript depot, Northern suburbs of Adelaide
We met while waiting on stationary city bound bus
I was 16, you 14, shared only gender and addiction
Your two finger signal to me, initial encouragement
Together we stepped out, sat down with ease
A pocket produced the cigarette you requested
Yet to realise your soon apparent clairvoyance
As my Angel, our meeting was ardour suspended
With nonchalance of street-wise, I shrugged a reply
"Just heading to the City, - see what's going on"
You ascertained vague expression between lines
Guaged I had nowhere prescribed to belong
Insistence that I come to your house unwarranted
I swallowed order with gratitude, steaming broth's bowl
Shock shot lame my stiff stance, flowing warmth translated
Riding the bus beside a friend, unlikely dream unfolded
A typical teenager, you lived with your family, to become
My family for the next four months, a premature adult's reprieve
Your three sisters, one brother equalled four full bedrooms
Her pure generosity allowed your Mum to willingly shelter me
Had my cashless, city bound track occurred, I shudder
to guess at possible horror hapless trajectory offered
Shahanna, the miracle of our co inciding invited my rescue
A chance for childhood dependance given to the discarded
Indebted to Shahanna's proximity, God's will
She once thought she was beautiful,
An island in the sea,
More than just a simple rose,
She was the complete majestic tree,
And she thought her beauty meant she was right,
Beauty equalled good,
Not realising her thoughts could be read,
Like a simple story book,
This led to men all praising her,
Agreeing with what she said,
They laughed at jokes, admired her smile,
To end up in her bed,
Until the day she had no friends,
Her troubled thoughts had been displayed,
Her beauty never made her good,
It just meant that she got laid.
Figure the riddles ya gotta think to win, we stuck in the middle between the bones and the skin. Listen to the fiddle on the violin. Its a bitter sweet symphony in the cities of sin. Ever since infancy I been gettin it in, no need 4 sympathy its not that grim. When they catch a glimpse of me eyes be like..Ping!
Something ya never seen before on something ya couldn't even dream, what's more I'll do something that'll make mean look lawful, sex, lies and violence. Just plain awful. With this text I'll try to silence anyone with a jaw full. If ya wanna run! b4 ya walk.. Crawl fool. Anyone that took me for a tool can't be helpd by goin bak 2 skool. This isn't in the book and far from being cool. this is real serious and kinda cruel. That's tough love for ya and only has one rule.. Trust
I do this outta passion ain't to stay in fashion. Besides this is a timeless piece their computer systems crashin. I'm dashin wit the media wana travel like expedia, ya know im talkin freedom yea!? I hope to make a speedier sound, match the light. Get me?
Maybe then they'll see and give up the fight. Back to the rythem coz I gotta digest a flow. I ain't gotta get wit em, who the best. I guess I got to know. And so what about it! yeah I'm on the rooftops I'ma shout it bangin til the youth stops to witness where the doubt is.
In their own mind and its been implanted. Here I am tryin to unwind and it feels like I ranted. They say this ain't a crime, I'm just reminding that we slanted. Never to be equalled, pac knew! They planned it. From the begining we in the middle and its coming to an end.
A Post Trauma
The drinking goes on,
Only now under greyer skies,
And much darker clouds.
The smoking increases,
Every calming exhalation,
Equalled by clouds of pain and confusion,
A speeding pulse momentarily regulated by drugs,
Only for it to all start again!
To be alone is pain,
Although company is comfort,
To wake up and realise is heartache,
Yet the end of a day is relief,
The day having been a battle,
A quality of life a light year away,
The aim at present...to remain stable!
Copyright
S.Rose
So, you have remained.
From those who had crossed
the land of the comparison,
you had taken their heads off
without them to unsheathe their swords
And it seems that time
had been your permanent ally,
for all of your rivals,
with heads still on their necks,
had commited suicide
Oh, those treacherous heads of them:
those that had fallen in the Pantheon
and those that had maddened alone...
I proclaim you, astonishing
Hors concours
That, who will dare to repress you,
you will crush him with the smallest effort
of your single intelligence
You are, in fact, a king not to be equalled
who had never saved
any who had invested against you
and whose throne,
from where you will reign doubtless,
is the folded skirts of my dress
Patrícia Evans
Greek mythological
drama flourishes,
nee thrives within
noggin of yours truly
gods and goddesses
sporting Hellenic origins
purportedly cavort
higgledy-piggledy
rampantly running ragged
ruminative raconteur
resultant rueful end product
wreckage of present day me
chafing amidst yesteryear's adversities
shadow boxing doppelganger nemesis
fetus in fetu maintaining stranglehold
choking ability to breathe
unsuccessful roundup eradication
resultant mailer daemons
ruling the roost
time and again professional
therapy exorcised futility
psyche plagued with said
crudely sketched hobgoblins
permanently lodged within
fifty plus shades gray matter
mein kampf analogous to siege
and/or civil war
abductor and hostage
terrorist versus negotiators
one and the same person
ideal fecund environment
irresistible nasty brutes
unwilling to forsake
golden opportunity
passive languishing helpless
antisocial bumbling creature
mandate decreed heir extinguished
sentenced eventually commuted
life without parole lifetime
metaphorically imprisoned harsh
punishment solitary confinement
crime synonymous equalled
chance happenstance ovulation
nsync with seminal linkedin
fertilization, impregnation, parturition
essentially random appalling dice throw
courtesy biological roulette
automatic defacto malefactor
abstractly describes lifelong
condemnation, humiliation, ostracization
hence if nothing else
no shortage writing material.
Brendan ain’t ‘Able’
The teacher preached that we are all ‘different but similar and
love should prevail’ as the ruler came down in seven lashes
on the bare bottom in mathematical precision and so the pattern
was formed in bright red strikes and strides for creativity shelled
Two canes plus three canes had equalled one cane for Brendan lost in
the world of artistry fantasy mild mellowed dreams anticipation of
cruelty abandoned for a more equal world of compassion and kindness
Diversity does not mean we all have to die by the hand of the sword
But the ground rules were laid the nucleus centred the core enshrined
on the altar of learning of fear and conditioning the human condition
Surely Cain had been forgiven while Brendan was not just so able
What a premise to believe all need to be governed by rules and by fear
Brendan himself became governor received medals and glory on the
killing fields of purple hearts while his rainbow receded smouldered
in ashes and blood scripted the fiction that wars must be waged on
others infidels and the weak and the meek who simply don’t learn
Anarchy has been misunderstood for the chaos projected bedevilled
by the teachers and soldiers whose bayonet is the ruler the wooden
spoon for the worst form of governance inflicted by the concept that
we as the people and People could never know best are derided as sheep
Who says it is utopia that we cannot govern ourselves one step at the time
inch by inch like the face on the weapon that had patterned his cheeks
‘Rule thyself not thy neighbour’ let us stand up and rebel oppose the
dominion of dominant forces overthrow the rule and the ruler and live
10th March 2017
Longing.
if time heals all wounds,?
my cure lies in patience,?
if sadness makes us stronger,?
sorrow lives as my acquaintance,
the sun rises slowly but has to set again too soon,
the sun brings us the light but is only shadowed by the moon,
the sun shows our imperfections, and the moon leaves them transparent,
but if i speak truth let me be a declarant,
true beauty shines through when under darkness, moon or sun,
your beauty stay true, equalled by none,
time will heal not being by your side,
and the sorrow will give me strength to be proud that i tried,
one day you will find a love much greater than I,
i just long for the chance to say that your mine.