Best Partook Poems
If I could,
...I'd stroll with you in a lovely Autumn wood
and gather every golden leaf to save them in a book
on each one we'd write our dreams and all our special thoughts
to read throughout our lifetime of the joys that we've partook.
If I could,
...I'd climb the highest mountain I can find
and reach into the heavens, to take down every star
I'd put them in a velvet box and keep them by my side
to light your darkest midnight in your search for who you are.
If I could,
...I'd find a stream, a gentle babbling brook,
and squirrel away each precious stone, each memory we've made,
each pebble strewn across your life to keep you warm and safe,
and gentle thoughts of you and I, will make you unafraid.
If I could,
...I'd ride a wave from Auckland to Peru
and capture every pearl I can, with love I will imbrue,
I'd weave them with a thread of gold and keep them in a bag
and write upon a golden tag, "This wisdom's just for you."
If I could,
...when time draws nigh and life is near its end,
and when your final tear drop begins to fill your eye
I'll lie myself beside you and hold you in my arms,
with tender touch, my soft warm lips will kiss your tear drop dry.
and...
If I could,
...lying there with bag and box and book
hand and hand in whispered hush, I promise that I'll try
to speak of simple pleasures, and moments that we've shared
of dreams of us together as eternity goes by.
08/14/16
This scribble has nothing to do with the famous song of Simon and Garfunkel. It's just a story I invented.
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I bought a cottage in the middle of nowhere,
Right at the edge of the countryside,
Any curious men rarely visited it,
So I stocked it well with food
And worked all alone on my laptop
Electric poles provided current.
So I could enjoy the peace
Within the sound of silence.
I had left the cities full of noise,
Only songbirds broke the silence of the site,
But that I could bear well enough.
Within the sound of silence.
Winter came and soon I was snowbound.
That’s when a knock sounded on my door.
Reluctantly I opened up my place.
There, on the threshold stood a woman
All drenched up and with flimsy clothes.
Her beauty stunned me. I let her in.
My car has stopped, she stammered.
So I sent her up to have a hot bath,
Gave her my dressing gown and invited her
To partake in a hot chicken broth
and some ill-prepared food.
And all this was done as I stood
Mute but mesmerised by her allure
For it was the time for silence.
Bad weather kept her imprisoned in my home,
Few words were exchanged
But she felt the power of silence.
A week later, the countryside was clear of snow.
She phoned a garage to pick up her car.
Then I decided to take her on the river,
How beautiful she looked in her proper clothes.
We got in a boat and paddled away to an islet.
We disembarked and partook of a picnic she had prepared
We spoke little but we came close.
She smiled and timidly I kissed her for the first time.
I felt my heart throbbing but all was quiet
Within the sound of silence.
We married a year later and eventually
The cottage was soon filled
With the crying of a newborn sound.
We were elated and made such a fuss.
Gone was the sound of silence.
If you judge food with the quantity put before you
Then my first choice will be the Victoria Hotel*.
On Sunday lunch, food is too plentiful, makes you blue.
There we will eat so much it will make our tummies swell.
In my travels, I had times when food was super great.
Like when in sunny Ireland we drove up a high hill.
Fragrant smell of seafood, an inevitable bait,
And who cared about driving, chilled white wine was a thrill.
Athens and the Acropolis, a sight to explore.
We descended on foot and found a farm that served meals
We poured some white wine I had never tasted before,
Various cuts of lamb tastefully spiced, worth the deals.
One surprise was in Switzerland, on a mountain high.
My wife and I opted for a trout for the first time.
It was deliciously tasteful, we could almost fly.
We shared a second helping, costed many a dime.
I suppose there are other good times when food excelled,
But Urk in Holland was my biggest surprise of all.
A shack near the sea served food but not even a smell
We ate the finest fresh sole, the chef we had to call.
But the worst food I partook in was in old Brazil
Only meat and hormone-fed chicken, cooked with no skill.
NB The Victoria Hotel is situated in Sliema, Malta, not far from where I live. The food there is always first class, except for the wine :)
Alone, there I stood by the bench in the park.
On a leash by my side, my protective young hound.
In the distance I heard the echo of whispers;
As a dark hooded figure approached in a cloak.
She stopped and looked at me this beautiful maiden.
Rose like lips smiled gently, against skin bright and fair.
She took down her hood, released hair long and fair;
I offered my hand and on bench did we park.
We looked at the stars appearing so maiden;
As we talked of our youths and her company I did hound.
Then the moon cast its shadows and darkness did cloak;
Whilst trees bustled, rustling, the night timely whispers.
As we cuddled up close, to get warm friendly whispers;
It grew colder, I gave my jacket and said it wasn't fair.
So we got up to leave and she bunched up her cloak;
We walked to the car to the place I did park.
In the back did we place my faithful friend hound,
And we drove into the night on our journey so maiden.
We drove and we drove till the dawn arrived maiden.
To the rustling chorus of natures whispers;
And a fox searching for breakfast did stalk and did hound;
Saw chickens, roosters and hens such a fair!
In burrowed field did monstrous combine park,
Whilst autumn leaves rained tumbling natures cloak.
We went to my home and and we hung up the cloak.
Then I partook a chance to kiss the hand of my maiden.
While we spoke of the night at the park.
We enfolded ourselves to bodily whispers;
And I nestled amongst all of hair fair;
But when in heat of moment the barks of my hound.
A knock on wall from angry neighbors, please shut up the hound.
So I fed him, watered and let him outside; around me her cloak.
Then returned to my angel so beautifully fair,
Her skin looked so radiant my heavenly maiden;
That I caressed it so longingly, with gentle whispers,
Then stopped and remembered the leash in the park.
Then cursing the hound; I tell the dear maiden.
Dressed quickly, coats, cloak; and I love you whispers.
She tells me not fair, and we go to the park!!!
Erato
Out of an ethereal mist her form –
round, soft edges shimmering, a milky
apparition, like the full moon on a foggy
July night. Myrtle and roses came first
in the aroma that took him to the shores
of Tunisia and a Mediterranean breeze –
his mind wandered until she came full into view
and then his focus was secure…her beauty
filled every available space and he was captivated,
captured by love’s rich palette. He recognized her
not from a daydream nor a fantasy but his Big Dream.
“You…we have known before the slippery
rocks and the gypsy dance…stars over Mont Royal.”
With one look and a flash of lightning she charmed
his sight; he should have known he was doomed
to make the pilgrimage to Samos and the tomb.
She came to fill his head with poetry, rivers
of words to fill his verses and charge them
with emotions. Instead she filled his heart
with a drunkard’s love, a spring wine
with a delicate bouquet…morning weighs heavy.
“Let me open the gate and chase the noisy
dogs away, my riches lie within the garden.”
The shaper of words then took her guitar and sang
sweet melodies like kisses and he was the Best Man
far too drunk to resist her passions. He partook
in the creation of music divine amid the cries
of idolatry but he was deaf to the discord.
With every song they sang he fell deeper
into her graces and his destiny was sealed;
he traded his heart to be skilled in the art
of making love with words, a noble task.
Whenever his vision appeared
he sensed infinity within his grasp.
So, could this awakening be
the pebble whose ripples rock the sea?
The seeker, who had found his treasure,
was now swimming in fatal hope.
I am jealous of White Feather to have kissed
the artful lips of Erato and survived.
Contest: Your BEST
Sponsor: SKAT
Light, defined as electromagnet and;
The radiation of photon particles
Natural visible light with intensity and frequency
The Light wavelength (spectrum / polarization propagation)
Fire / light, is a fiery chemical warming substance
Bioluminescence lights are of sea-creatures glowing
Fireflies are flickering their internal lights at night
Sunlight fuels all green plants with photosynthesis empowering
People pleasure and preen at the beach with sunny sun tanning
Sunlight illuminates Mountain trails for bicycling and trekking
Sunsets have lavender with orange bright beams extending
Solar sunrays light a day of picnic park fun with joyful frolicking
Some of the light spectrum is radio, white light, ultraviolet and x-rays
Infrared is only heat visible and gamma-rays are the most powerful
Small lasers are used in disk drives, printers, and fiber-optics
Fiber-optic networks are a light fast digital information system
TV plasma, liquid crystal displays, LEDs light-emitting diodes gives visuals
These assist our everyday visual optic neural perceptions
Cars have headlights and ships use fog-lights
Light-towers have flood-lights and we use handy flashlights
Tesla and Edison partook in the light bulb’s bright invention
Lewis Latimer and Joseph Nichol invented its carbon filament
This did dispel much of the world’s nighttime darkness
Lightning lights, to reveal charges of negative and positive
Colors of violet, blue, green, yellow, orange, red: are hidden in white light
Some colors are viewed when seeing a rainbow over a dewy meadow
What can be possibly seen at the other end of a rainbow?
This, the notes of God’s faithful abatement covenant
Starlight is continually being reflected and refracted
Earth and the Heavens at night are lit, by starry star lights
Great stars are round and renowned and fiery fireballs
They in a balance of great equilibrium
Stars dispersing their photon particles at light speed
"Light speed, “299,792,458 meters per second"
Light, is a part of the equation “E=MC squared”
“Energy,” not made, nor annihilated, yet always in flux
"Natures life sustaining and revealing lights"
"The Light Particle / Waves"
Yes, once created by the Creator
Poor last cookie, alone on the plate
No one partook, no one ate
Not for lack of flavor, this I know
Having already sampled its sweet morsels
Only one, is it wrong to steal a bite
From someone who's tempered their appetite?
Could I conceive of anyone so flip
As to decline the temptation of chocolate chip?
Must I do a stranger a favor
And step aside so they may savor
The succulence of the final taste
Or grab it now, in greed and haste?
The debate is settled by my mother's standards
Whose inner voice insists I show good manners.
With Gift in Hand (Cornish Sonnet)
He went in search of love’s abode;
far off she lived in solitude.
Along the narrow winding road,
in awe partook of nature’s charms
and forged ahead in eager mood
instilled by thought of waiting arms.
With gift in hand, a heartfelt ode,
he hummed the lyrics to a tune,
inhaled the fragrance, as he strode,
of the wild flowers wrapped in hues.
He knew his journey would end soon
beside his loving ardent muse.
He went in search of love’s abode
with gift in hand, a heartfelt ode.
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31st December, 2015
Contest: Any Poem (Not for a Contest)
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Placed 4th
"I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it..." E.E. Cummings
Hello my dearest darling, it was our time to wake,
The rustic rooster had already roused my reverie,
Heralding the dewy dawn
Of our new great day.
For I could never live without you.
I yearned for your presence all the time.
Everywhere in the countryside was peace
And crowned with our steadfast love
With the sound of nurturing nature.
As I lay on our comfy broad bed,
I looked at my still-slumbering wedded wife.
Her fragrant freckled face looked on so serenely,
A soft sweet smile hovered on her luscious lips
So peaceful and fair,
As if she were amid many pleasant placid dreams
So I could not bear to wake her up and spoil
Her various favorite fantasies.
Suddenly her emerald eyes fluttered wide open,
And saw my boyish grim smiling seductively at her.
She grabbed my head and lowered me on her lips
That smell of lavish lavender filled my nostrils.
This was a harmonious heaven on earth.
Later we went down for our favorite food,
We rode our bikes and pedaled hard,
Admiring the snow-capped mountains that rose far.
Cedars, larches, and junipers adorned the steep slopes
Where eagles, kites and vultures flew
Searching for their potential prey.
Whilst on the grassy picturesque plain,
Warblers, thrushes and orioles
Twittered their serenade symphony songs.
Finally, we arrived at my Taverna
And beckoned the masterful Manager.
Heard the required report on the gains I made.
Everything was smooth
For I wear my enchanting emotions up my sleeve.
We idled the dreamy day away,
Hugging and kissing most of the time.
Partook of a delicious dinner for two,
But at closing time we went back home,
To a well-needed restful rural repose
In each other’s enticing embrace.
Placed 1st
“Hi Sexy”, I said to
The giant beaked black emu;
The next thing I recall,
Big yellow beak heading
At me, full speed ahead
And I quickly stepped back.
Stalled claws gripped the ground;
Halting bird staring;
Obsidian eyes
Screamed in confusion;
Rejected big bird emu;
Approached slowly.
I held out seeds,
His feelings hurt;
Still, he ate them.
We remained
Friendly and
A few more
Seeds he
Partook;
Dined.
I believe I fell asleep last year at the cusp of a new agenda.
As a new virus took root, I found myself eradicated from society
in a way I never imagined.
All of a sudden instead of immersing myself in music and dance
and coffee talk chats, I found myself immersed in diluted contact
such as social distancing and Zoom;
mother-in-law dies
so does my bird named, Ringo
we bury them both
The same day we bury our Gloucester canary in the backyard,
we buried my mother in law, as I partook in a family funeral
miles away from home, I realized that the sun non-selectively
continued to shine no matter what . So much has happened
in such a short span, I feel it is out of my hands.
six months later
still waiting for the vaccine,
life can be so mean
WHY AM I HERE AND FROM WHERE DID I COME - INDIVIDUALITY
I am a lifespan.
The future goes beyond that.
Anyone gives him or herself one hundred years even when he or she lived only fifty.
I am a destiny.
I strive to continue on until my hundred years are known.
But, nevertheless, I live for peace and meaningfulness.
I am a schema – a base of knowledge that breathes to discover.
I am a journey partook to uncover things unknown.
I am life now, and I am here to acclaim my own.
I am a niche in the world.
I am imminently framed.
I am that that proclaims the existence of personal recourse.
I am a voice, a look, and an expression.
In years to come and not beyond that, life spans.
The future we are not.
We are here to create a better tomorrow.
Our destiny is not perceived.
We are our creators.
Life formed for meaningfulness.
Peace is an ideology to this.
But, we represent the philosophy of war.
In a time of conflict, our belief is we have the right to bear arms.
Understanding brings times of peace and a cold war.
We are a lifespan in endurance.
We are niches in the world of humanity.
We are equity and identity, which manifest individuality.
Life is only a span of time.
Our future is stated as: “Within ten years…”
We ask what we will achieve.
The future is infinite, and we are limited.
What sadness this may bring.
None, we are here as we are now, and the future belongs to life existence.
We are a lifespan within this medium.
Imminently, we frame.
We are proclaiming our own.
Our niche is defined.
Anyone gives him or herself one hundred years even when he or she may live only fifty.
Many bridges we will cross.
Life formed to structure.
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Penned May 25, 2015!
THE ECHOES IN THE COSMOS
In silence of sleep, I slept.
From the warmth of cava manifested remembrance.
The dreamlike state I was in is where the echoes of the past hid.
As I languor, I became contented.
The half-moon was elevated above.
The voices were the echoes I heard.
Time had passed so fast.
The slumber was much needed even when there were no stressors to speak on.
This is cultivation of perfection via mind, body and soul.
Totalizing the spiritual form, the echoes enlightened knowledge and acumen.
Reverberations that is resonance refined awareness of divinity.
Where the mind escapes reality.
Further, my spirit reverent in awe of what I am being shown.
The echoes gave intuition to life known.
Like Scrooge mettle as he journeys through life transgression, life existing, and life forthcoming, a prophetic path partook.
I am drinking sparkling wine and laughing with everyone.
The echoes become intense to fashion a mind-set.
An eye of sagacity took shape.
Penetrating thoughts brought forth the existing world where people smiles were not true and their loving voices misconstrued.
The echoes were not hidden anymore, as I am to be the fool unearthed.
Lies, discrimination, and injuries became a worm’s hole, insofar as a homeless person miens to be an empty soul.
Where the echoes hide within the cosmos.
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Scribe December 11, 2015!
No one said that life was nothing but a joy to live.
No one said that joy was never in it.
A hill must be superseded.
If you can’t climb now,
Try, try, and try again
Until the trying ends.
The strife struggles life.
The fight is only for the cause.
Once won, the glory this becomes.
If you can’t walk now,
Try, try, and try again
Until the trying ends.
A man and his island flourished and grew.
He knew one day his growth would be known.
He worked hard, however, nadirs did come.
He was up this day and down the next.
He never stop working toward success.
If you can’t climb now,
Try, try, and try again
Until the trying ends.
A ladder was placed.
A step was taken.
A road was travel.
A journey partook.
When you climbed, you walked.
Trying became an afterthought.
Until the end was accomplishable.
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Penned April 29, 2015!
The Philosophy of Verlena S. Walker states - WE ARE OUR OWN CREATION!
ADVENTUROUS WOMANLife is to live and to chill in.
Just relax and lay back and enjoy your living.
Do not worry about crazy ass leaders in your country.
Law abides and that should tell them something.
If it does not, oust.
Egypt has done this to two.
Adventurous the world maintains.
You want to sightsee life insanely.
Skydiver you are.
You are on flight to the Republic of the Maldives.
A political escapade you have partook.
You are foreign blood from the United States.
This is your family origin and you want to connect.
Therefore, you donate to the cause to project.
Exploitation you do not mind.
You want a fulfilling life and one that enshrines.
No matter what the big picture is, your consideration is that life was given to live.
Thus, you contemplate with an inner focus.
You will enjoy life and all its trinkets.
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PENNED ON AUGUST 31, 2014!