Best Loyally Poems
My life, like the sea, ebbed and flowed,
A world littered with peaks and valleys
A painted vision like a chiaroscuro,
When times were sometimes light, others dark.
Yet one thing I can truly say
Despite the fact you often left and returned.
I was always blindly loyal to you.
I never looked at another spouse.
I admit we were neither Cherubs nor Seraphs,
We all had our shortcomings.
Despite that, you judged me on my few failures,
However, I had my successes too.
I worked hard and achieved much,
Alas that interested you not.
Eventually, we got married.
I remained a faithful soul.
We had our ups and downs, but I was loyal to you.
So when I die I only wish for someone
To write upon my tomb’s headstone:
He loved loyally.
*Note: This is a tale of honor in which the protagonist refused to tell his lady a truth which would have broken her heart, so instead he allows her to believe a lie, although it cost him her love.
Your tears stream salt into my open wounds
Equitable punishment for a scathing tongue
When deceptive words spilled from its fork,
my palate tasted morsels of amarum gall
Mea culpa Mea culpa
What penance do you deem to be delivered
for chafing injury upon your virtuous heart?
I have perjured myself with loathsome deceit
Condemned a liar, in weeping from your eyes
Deprive me of your kiss, as rain denies a flower
and I will crave death in a cold grave of darkness
Parce mihi, amica mea ~ forgive me, my love
The moment of reckoning weighs upon my brow
Mea culpa Mea culpa
To defend your innocence, I have readily sinned
For if truth I had told, it would've been a sword
and my hand, the one thrusting it into your heart
My life was loyally given; well worth one dulcis lie
Latin translations:
amarum ~ bitter dulcis ~ sweet
Long retired now; but the
clock yet plays a paramount
roll, when it comes to daily
activities -- still not my
own boss: Doctor's have
schedules, fiber intake for
out-go, often unpredictable;
sign on my toilet door, "Soon
to be occupied!"
Drops of days
have become gushes, rushes
toward an unknown horizon;
the sun now a flicker
like those old black and white
cinema I saw in the theater
as a youth, till the bulb went out,
and the boos and stomping
began...doubt that I would
notice most loud clamor anyway --
all my senses a lot duller
except an increasing tremor of
fear I hide --
climbed a balcony this morning,
a short one --
the old Juliet in a sun-chair,
doing her crossword, fondly
looked up: the smile was distant
but familiar~ her words soothing
and reassuring: "what's a
4 letter word for 60 years, in
sickness and in health loyally
shared?"
You’re agonizing over your decision,
you waver, and you can’t make up your mind,
and after back and forth and much revision
you’re this close to deciding when you find
two eagles flying in the same direction
in which you’re driving – surely that’s a sign!
Two eagles are an omen in perfection.
It must mean: go for it, the fates align.
And this is how you screw up royally.
Do not believe in omens. Even swarms
of eagles that appear won’t loyally
foretell the future. They’re not magic charms.
You better play it safe and heed the voice
that whispers “doubts mean it’s a stupid choice”.
January 22, 2019
Letters fall into place of words,
Comes naturally by grace,
Gifted in the penmanship.
A poet is born for such a time as this.
Bushy eyes fight the limited opening,
Reading on.
Mind invites the heart.
When the spirit flows,
The reader is one with the ink master,
Loyally is established.
Beginning of all what the poet may travel.
Between the publishers & the critics?
Believe not.
Faithfulness dwells in two,
Not so much the reader.
The uncommonly one,
Poetess.
Soul travel is a must of never-ending walk on Poetic Earth.
Heart indeed to see beyond one's point of view,
Yet remain true.
Spirit into the flight,
Rubbing fingertips with the Foundation of the Blessed Untouched.
Homestead in one place,
Homeless the poet will find in the final hours.
Loyally of the readers?
I do believe relationships goes two ways...
Clever new magical words,
Casting spells only last a season.
Sweet nothing into the ears,
Treated like a woman who has heard it all.
The mist to an end.
Fame simply dies,
And the readers move on...
Grateful that at least
one other
loves as deeply as I --
a pleasure to meet You;
Grateful that at least
one other feels the
deeper, fond nature of
a romantic heart
beating loyally, in dear
unison -- a pleasure to
greet You;
Grateful am I for a
Gaia, that responds cooperatively
to Our shared aspirations and nurturing
desires,
filling our eyes with
ripe warmth of color,
teeming seas, a cradle
of pearl-essence shores~
green mountains
and valley's plush,
fertile for cyclical growing --
we plant and harvest
together;
Thank you for being You
and loving me as a Wife
Husband, Father and Mother
Sister and Loyal Brother
-- my cats:)) --
Thank You for All,
bankrupt, if not for Your
continued Grace
and Blessings --
Thank You~ God.
If I could be any place I have Lived
it would be back in dear Dar-es-Salaam
this is where I left my heart moons ago
a simple yet enthralling and lovely place
Everything one needs on the doorstep
exotic fruits filling the various trees
gay birds of multi colour singing so sweetly
the sparkling ocean just a hundred yards away
Instead I now live still in outstanding beauty
my house built in 1918 is sturdy and charming
it has served me and my family loyally and well
over the years I have turned it into a sheltered haven
My garden now a paradise for butterflies and birds
three ponds I have built within its serene bounds
full not of koi or carp just of sticklebacks and rudd
five species of newt now call them home and frogs galore
Very private which suits this old hermit so well
at the top of my back garden, a shady thirty year old oak
it was just a sprig of ten years when I planted it there
keeping it company a British Lime and a wonderful walnut
All of these I planted over 23 years ago some hazelnuts too
a most wondrous Bramley apple tree always so bountiful
so much more besides to delight my eyes as I potter around
taking pause I reflect on other homes and decide that here
Here in this place I have all and more that I could ever want
that my life is happy and settled and so much inspiration
surrounds me, my grown children close to hand and many friends
who I would sadly miss. This place here and now I know and love
written 09/15/2013
Contest Know Your Place
Along the many battle lines, lie bodies scattered so
For war had raged, taking men, and boys that had to go
As officers and leaders stayed behind, to make for them a choice
The men who loyally followed them, all screamed with bloody voice
“Through the mud, dodging the fire, explosions now surround
We fight for you oh country, through loyalty we’re bound
We’ll never pull any punches; we’ll fight with all our might
Rest assured, for you, dear country, we will die or live to fight”
But, to the very many, that suffer injury and pain
Those that come back to us, some will never walk again
The loyalty they demonstrated, through battle on the field
Is the very type of loyalty we Americans should wield
Too many of our fighting men, suffer gravely, suffering loss
They truly are our heroes, they’ve paid their vital cost
So we shouldn’t turn upon them or away from them this day
We owe them more, so very much and we should now repay
So Loudly A Song
Let me start out with these
two interesting lines first
then complete the rest.
If President position were to pick and choose,
Make sure mind never leaves or you ever loose.
Loudly and loyally song started to sing
Out from cocoon baby butterfly did bring
Same old song on guitar started to play
Everyone would when they ran away.
Drank water they made out of tonic
A plague was produced by a Bubonic
Then he became sad and bucolic
Left wife who was an alcoholic.
Of this story what will be the moral?
If you can can-can in long line choral,
Make sure behavior does remain fine;
When performing don't get out of line.
Anything you can do I can do finer;
Sounds like start of a great one liner
Especially if you are in Caroliner
Drinking underage and are a minor.
I will bet your computer screen is
rocking and rolling by now caused
from all of your laughter now and
in the here after.
James Nefarious Needless Horn
Stadacona
An ode to Quebec City
1
On the green bank of a mighty stream -
A lofty aerie - a fair city beam
With stately air a queen, she stands -
A gem - over these most forest lands.
An old city (first in Canada)
Formerly humble Stadacona.
2
Hardy Champlain, of proud heritage -
Geographer and scion of Brouage -
Envisioned her rocky shore
And armed with dreams, he did explore
Her woody crest - a verdant forest -
Aloft there on her virgin breast.
3
Her sons were gallant progenity -
Seeds of Brittany; roots of Normady -
Of France. The served with honor,
With bravery and staunchless valor.
All faithful, all trustful habitants,
Artisans, voyageurs and peasants.
4
Her daughter came with chaste dignity
Brave heart and robust vitality;
The cradle to rock, the flax to spin,
The hearth to brighten, the wild to win.
Must dutiful, most fruitful maidens!
Lights of home! Makers of edens!
5
Stalwart pioneers - hence from a rampart
Aery they went to conquer and to chart
Untold regions, where but stealthy feet
E’er dared the wilderness to defeat.
Trail blazers - hence to give name
To the unknown - faith the untame.
6
Here a new world and a new nation
Was conceived - a dauntless bastion
Tempered with faith and loyally blue -
Which kept the pledge, centuries three.
O gentle city! “Guard well thy crown
Of charm; thy quaintness and they renown.”
Envoi:
Royal “flour de lis” no longer remain
O’er citadel proud, yon wide domain;
But memories sacred of past heroes, sleep
On bosom tender ever fresh ever deep.
Written the 15th of May, 1947
by Wilfred J. Bouthillet
To live a day safely in a city
where citizens must be echoes
and human rights are a fairy tale
but you want your mouth not pinched
your ears not pulled by anyone
or coconut not to hit your head;
a lemur you should be,
the big eyes not to miss coming danger
Live as a donkey-
the long ears to detect dangerous footsteps
Live as a giraffe -
the long neck to enable you see horizon
live as a tortoise
the hard shell to safeguard you
from falling debris
Live as starfish, colored, without brain-
brainless to avoid reasoning,
as this is a taboo
Live as turkey- dumb, foolish-
drinking water only when it rains
with no heavy demands for rights
Live as a gazelle-
take off fast when things are unbearable
But do not exist as mosquito-
you will annoy brain-workers there and,
you’ll be hunted down with clubs
Do not live as a dog-
always foolishly present in waiting,
loyally carrying out dirty errands
your back will be broken with kicks
Like mother Pandas, brain-workers in the city
care about feeding only on bamboos,
can kill offspring by rolling
on them without care!
A bamboo be not, a child panda be not,
a mosquito be not at any moment
Galvanize wisdom and courage with
alloys of foolishness and weakness
if longevity is to build shelter,
in your courtyard.
"A Recipe for Antonym"
the opposite of
didactic
ulterior motive
Elastic,
bend over for receiving
patronising missives
presumptuous, friendly and deadly
with lol and smiles
then genuflect
then somersault backwards
it’s part of the ceremony
in the soupy wash
Socratic passive is us
plastic, pernicous, piquant and plural
sipped slowly and loyally steadfast
scratching backs towards the shadows
of whispered never me's (sic)
to mirrors gushing sibilant soliloquy
the opposite of lost is now moving in
with a bent halo
and sewn off blunderbuss
inscribed on the handle
I’m sure glad I'm not one of you us
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"Twice" / Little Dragon
https://youtu.be/TrpMncSZe-I
Two years together have flown right by,
Growing and sniffing the entire country side,
I'm still waiting for the day when you don't get sick on the way,
especially with how happy you are for a Sunday's slow drive-away,
You've put your weight on,
and jump pretty high,
Especially when the milk bone is gonna get inside.
I have to say that you make me feel good,
You want nothing but some love,
or a gentle pet on the back,
a little more room with me to take a nap,
I wonder if you know how much room you actually take?
for my Beagle Buster Boy snoring away!
I would never think it would be that much too,
But then again it feels absolutely great sleeping next to you,
Nothing against the cats in the room,
If that's your thing,
I get your grove,
But for the money give me a dog,
One which is brown and spotted with white,
one with floppy ears that almost hits the floor and drag at night,
A hound of some type,
Preferably a Beagles,
They love to hang out,
on the porch,
outside all the day,
sitting loyally,
knowing something will drop on the ground to eat....
Right there at his buddy's feet.
.
I remember the day—historic NEWS FLASH,
America said YES, to that famed man of brash.
Too good to be true—for conservative folk,
Donald Trump now our Prez—was surely a hoax.
But indeed it was true, and no sooner had he
recited the oath—as executive Trustee, and moved to the swamp to set records straight, to drain the bog—and launch a clean slate.
But taking the reins, what Trump didn’t know,
a Deep State had formed—a coup to VETO the Will of the peeps, who’d legally won—a web of deception now handily spun by treasonous men and women of Hatred for all things American, legal, and sacred.
COLLUSION they lied from Capitol Hill. COLLUSION by media in a fake caring shrill. Across every city, County, and state, COLLUSION—he’s guilty, let’s make no mistake!
Talking heads named Pelosi, Schumer, and Lemon,
Declaring Due Process, was NOT meant for Vermin like President Trump, his family and friends—people of MAGA, no justice shall cleanse.
In the end all were wrong—there had been no such thing, our president—the victim of a terrible sting. A hoax of proportions never before seen since 1776 in the Land of the Free.
Double standards now stand as America’s way.
Lies, deceit, and reputations all flayed.
Savvy Americans saw through the lame scheme, loyally standing by their President and Team.
Despite main stream media, & stirred up confusion,
Hillary lost, MOVE ON—your COLLUSION'S an ILLUSION!
No regard to that precious gift of life, no regard for that all
encompassing love and mercy, nor were they good stewards,
keepers of the lands, air or water.
I pray this equation turns around favorably, but in the meantime,
to my American Brothers and Sisters during now and in this world,
before my spoken prayer manifests: I say to you we are with you
in battle, a spiritual battle, the ultimate spiritual quest. We are
even in this battle with our Royal Sister named Israel, which
contains the world's capital, soon to be the New Jerusalem the
place where Heaven meets and marries Earth. Along with our
Christian family, those around the world who value peace, wisdom
and the Ancient of Days as much as we do. I decree for our troops
the protection of Jesus, the love of God, the fighting power of
Heaven's angels to fight loyally along side of you... as our Lord has
all in His Hands, and His Kingdom comes and His Will is indeed
being done. May God Bless you and keep you!!!
and my heartfelt THANK YOU!