Best Reserve(A) Poems
THEIR GREATER SIN
They call one who speaks for Liberty a Fascist
They claim man made end of world as a proven tenet
And to them ‘free’ means imprimatur to ravish
Expressed with many a ‘You know’ ‘It’s like’ and ‘Ennit!’
They proclaim themselves as ‘liberal’ though they favour
The hard politics of socialism central
With a strong taste of Marx in its flavour
That just gives me an affliction in the ventral
Of dark villainy I now seek to accuse
And reserve a special torment to confer
Not for all the sins above from which I bruise
Nor self righteousness they constantly aver
It is the painful wounds for which there is no bandage
Their cruel destructive treatment of the English Language
Old friend, how could you have slipped away
As shadows faded at dawn of day
And I blissfully unaware
In slumber lay?
When last we met and shared some wine
Laughed together, feeling fine
How could we not know
It was our last?
We talked of this and some of that
Remembered school friends while we sat
Never dreaming for a moment
We would part
We reminisced of days gone by
How the years seem to fly
All the while not knowing
You would die
Now I stand alone to grieve
Not believing you would leave
Without first telling me
Goodbye
As you ascend up in the sky
To your Home in Heaven on high
Remember I loved you
And reserve a room for me!
Copyright ©Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)
Outside the city, tasty pomegranates grow,
the Wakefields look forward to delayed honeymoon.
British coffee merchant, James was raised in Bordeaux.
Each day, they sample wines after lunch, after noon;
sober sweethearts smile, their selections apropos.
New to their palates - pomegranate/cranberry,
two acidic fruits, both improve in the blending;
secret recipes mix sweetness with pungency.
The two lovers delve in, raw tastes that are trending;
mixing with dry merlot, a cheese rich and creamy.
James relishes sharing his past with Mallory,
his new bride of three weeks and his dearest delight.
It is here, she'll meet his extended family.
It’s here they foster new clients, enjoy old sights.
Here, they reserve a right and preference for coffee.
written 12 April 2016
Siberia, Scandinavia, Canada and Taiwan have winter carnivals.
None top Quebec City’s Winter Carnival in icy marvelous Canada.
Family friendly, there is an ice hotel – Hotel de Glace.
You can make your own maple syrup popsicle, and ice sculpture.
You may take a ride with sled dogs, or go on carnival rides.
Your lunch waitress will bring your drinks in cups made of ice.
If you have a teenager, remind her or him to bring a bathing suit.
One of the most popular events is to roll in the snow wearing one.
The ice castle has taken seventy workers twelve days to build.
There is a dining room, living room, and a shower inside this palace.
You may take a shower with snow if you want while you are inside.
Lit up at night, it is extremely lovely, seen for a distance as a mirage.
Seven hundred thousand visitors attend Quebec City’s Winter Carnival.
It has been going strong since 1894; the locals take this business seriously.
This festival generates thirty million dollars and employs six hundred.
There are hot tubs, if you get cold and a phenomenal parade at the end.
This festival last for almost two weeks. “We cannot wait until next year”.
If you want to reserve a room in a hotel, you may need to reserve it now.
For 2024; because the rooms for 2023 have already been spoken for.
Quebec City is waiting for you. Pick up the phone!
I cope with commercials
that sit on my head,
that wallop my westerns,
and leave them for dead.
They shoot me and loot me
till I go to bed.
I scream at a stop light
that steps on my brake,
that raises my hackles
till knucklebones ache.
They turneth me into
a coiled rattlesnake.
I hate when my hamburg
is freckled with fat.
What does "extra lean" mean?
Is it idle chitchat?
I'll be giving the grocer
a crisp caveat.
I abhor dirty dishes
piled high in the sink,
or when morning coffee
is too cold to drink,
or when my dear children
push me to the brink!
I detest barking dogs
when I'm trying to snooze.
Discourteous crows
also fail to amuse.
Perhaps I'll reserve a
Caribbean cruise!
They wonder
Why?
I just sit
And sigh
They just see
Me
Reaching
Again
That toxic fluid
That madness
Fermenting
Somewhere
Deep
In her mind
Like an addiction
Of hers
Or mine
I see it
I acknowledge it
But she
Is still human
Like us all
Just
With an insatiable
Appetite
That I
Can not
Say
Is wrong
Is right
Is benign
I can
Forgive
And still offer
A little
Love
Thoughts
Reserve a little
Peace
Within
My own
To offer her
On my phone
Distant peaks
A little peek
Of my life
After
Our peak
In life
God has taken you home to be with him.
He has reunited you with all your Loved ones.
There you shall experiance no more pain.
You are now sitting at the top of the world.
Shining your light
Guiding us through our trials.
I see you in my mind and dreams.
Talking to you hoping you hear my every word.
I shall meet you there one day .
so reserve a spot for me.
My time here is not yet completed.
So i shall continue to be the best that i can.
So until we are reunited in eternal life .
I shall be with you in heart and spirit.
So keep my spot reserved.
I do not know how long it may be.Only God knows this.
I love you and miss you dearly.
High on a bluff, overlooking the city,
Watching night lights come on- it looks so pretty.
Lights in offices as folks finish their work day;
House lights turned on by people home to stay.
A big bank of lights for the school football game.
Neon lights flash out and establishment's name.
See the street lights which are burning so bright,
That they make folks feel secure while walking at night.
Traffic lights , too, going from red to green;
All types, styles, and sizes that can easily be seen.
Don't forget the headlights of thousands of cars.
From this vantage point, they are a myriad of stars.
In a city this large, many people live there;
But I know of a larger one that is built foursquare.
I'm bound for that city, of which I've been told,
The Gates are of pearl; the streets of pure gold.
Though my eyes have never seen it before,
There I will abide- my home for evermore'
In that city, there will be One Light'
'Twill always be day; we'll be done with night.
The walls are fifteen hundred miles long on every side,
And the City will be equally as high.
My Brother's there now, preparing my place.
Soon- oh very soon- I'll behold his dear face'
I can wonder those streets but Ill never be lost;
My reservation was purchased at Calvary's Cross.
Yes, that's where I'm going once this life is through.
My question to you is "Will I see you there too?"
You can reserve a spot now- no need to wait,
Even tomorrow may prove to be too late.
Arthur Ball(H.S.L.P.)
October 30, 2005
I've never been much of a worrier,
Others do that far better than I,
Nor am I renowned as a scurrier,
Which is not to imply I don't try.
My small circle of close friends and loved ones
Is diminishing one at a time,
And one of these days
I'll wake up to discover
That it's my turn, and I'm next in line.
But if, indeed, that's the next big adventure,
I hope it's a pleasant surprise.
I'd love to prove, or disprove,
All the theories I've had
About life and love,
And good and bad,
And wisdom and learning,
And ethics and such,
That faith is a pillar
And not just a crutch.
But, of course, I’m not worried,
I don't do that, you see.
"Que será, será",
What will be, will be.
But on the off chance that there is a hereafter,
I'd like to reserve a small space there for me.
And should any of you get there before I do,
Try to grab us a nice window seat with a view.
when the morning alarm rang,
all amazed , I sprang,
my sleep cracked,
and dream hijacked.
She holds my hand tight,
walking close to river sight.
I lead her as brisk walker,
hardly care about any hawker.
She walks in slow paces,
together, we win many races.
I thought of that moon image factor
we as life partners reserve a life chapter.
Anyone here who does not reserve a raise?
Please hold your hand up high
I thought so ~
All of you have broken arms
Once a week, on a Friday
I have the most delightful way
I escape from all household chores
When Friday comes, I shut all the doors
To trouble and woe,
Then off I go.
I take Friday slow,
And savour every second
Because I know
That Father Time will beckon
And the time will pass too fast,
I don't mind,
If the weather rains or shines,
It will be fine for me.
On Fridays, I feel free.
I spend hours in a cosy cafe.
I reserve a window seat.
I have lunch there every Friday.
It is a tasty treat.
Their coffee is the best,
That I have ever tasted.
And would stand up to any test.
And not a drop is wasted.
I love sipping my coffee,
And watching people as they pass.
It's like I can see the world more clearly.
As I quietly sipped coffee behind the glass.
love me none
I reserve a table for two for a stupid reason.
I am waiting for somebody to return.
Your empty chair inside a deafening resto,
I’m not sure if I’ll ever see your shadow once more.
And I accidentally drop my glass of whiskey,
It hurts fine in my bone; slowly breaks me.
Your memories live in me; it haunts me gravely.
The golden couple ring that we used to dream
turns into a grief-stricken fantasy in my mind.
The piece of cake that we shared on the bed
was too sweet to savor; now tasteless on your tongue.
Your sultry kiss in the cold breeze dawn,
November will end soon; I will miss you more.
This love was once your madhouse,
Jokes sealing my fate; I’m the one being played now.
Ever dear, do you think of me too?
Your friends might not like me now,
I bet you want their attention too.
Just like how I gave everything,
It never meant something to you.
“Lei, are you ready? I will now shut the door”.
You never let me in; so you let me go.
Sometimes I just don’t know where is this going?
Can I just easily forget the memories that keep on coming?
Oh, you’re such a perfectly lovely little man!
“What a waste?” they said.
I’ve painted the one to be blamed.
But don’t ever tear me again.
This love has gotten me deep in my soul.
And I will drink the last jug of ache while I can
I will be brave to move forward; “you’re the man!”
We deserve to be happy; I hope you find you’re the one
But I’ll never forget that once…
You loved me
None.
Lei Strauss 2022
The movie theater’s fancy now;
Its leather seats recline
And there is more than popcorn offered
If you’d like to dine.
So we sat down, leaned back and thus
On footrests placed our feet,
Until somebody came along
And said, “You’re in my seat!”
For now you can reserve a spot
Like at a Broadway show.
I think for cinema, that’s not
The way it ought to go.
I liked the old style so much more –
You plopped down anyplace
As long as no one’s coat was there
To claim it as his space.
The floor was sticky, leg room tight
And if somebody tall
Was seated right in front of you,
You couldn’t see at all.
But now the chairs are lush and large
And naturally, not cheap;
Unless the movies’ really good,
I might just fall asleep!
I only tell of sunny hours while expemplifying gardens in full bloom
a magnet for songing birds that flute and flit I am none other then
a telling wand with hints of shadow from a sunburst sunny day
Concentric circles I do make by an energy powered bloom
my happiest hours are spent in telling time by mystical divine
I am a digital sculpture with tile like mirrors that reflect beauty
In every corner of the world people are awakening to the morn
attached to the surface I own printed numbers that add to infinity
I know no other message true, but sundial reads of handle care
I move across the sky with subtle moves in peaceful waves
using the light of the sun to tell how hour and moments live
inside the gardeners beating heart and thriving scented thyme
I only tell of sunny hours while feeding up her summer muse
and as the sky turns sweet magenta blue I quietly reserve a spot
for moon to visit up the flowers of my optimistic telling room .
Feb 15, 2019