Best Til Poems
I am very pleased to present a fourth collaboration, this time in rhyme
with my dear friend Lawrence Sharp, a truly exceptional poet.
.
Thank you, Lawrence, for your great inspiration
and ongoing fellowship.
Ancient Hero, Firm And Honorable Til Death
Twas not roses painted bright red upon his shield
he that with great courage refused to ever yield;
with beating heart and full faith in his saving God
slayed monstrous beasts, going where only heroes trod
with no complaint of hardest sacrifices made,
he gave back no ground and bright red-blood wet his blade.
Family crest of roses and red bird of prey.
Its motto, 'True to our beloved God we stay'.
Decades flown by, great battles fought under red sun
bravery gave strength to finish what was begun;
strongest spirit with true soul to match and hold true
to the solemn vows and painful costs surely due
his right arm, servant of Light, Truth and Divine God,
with love of family and his faith, his firm rod.
Family crest of roses and red bird of prey.
Its motto, 'True to our beloved God we stay.'
War's end, dusk of last decade under cloud's cover
would be pride and pain greatest to lifelong lover;
fiercest and most wicked was the very last foe,
The Serpent King blithely cast gods and angels low;
most prized the triumph or most abject the defeat,
in driving rain the greatest challenge he would meet.
Family crest of roses and red bird of prey.
Its motto, 'True to our beloved God we stay'.
Unclean was the battle and untold was its cost,
lives of men and monsters were sacrificed, not lost;
The Ancient Hero stood and faced The Serpent King,
final bloody battle he knew would bring death's sting;
perished with his bane, war's demons and gods destroyed,
mightiest foe with him he took into the void.
Family crest of roses and red bird of prey.
Its motto, 'True to our beloved God we stay'.
A collaboration with Lawrence Sharp
9th November 2018
I am very pleased to present a fourth collaboration
with great poet and friend, Robert Lindley.
Only Robert's mighty pen and personal encouragement
could possibly have inspired me to venture
beyond my more familiar Free Verse.
Thank you, Robert, for your great inspiration
and ongoing fellowship.
Ancient Hero, Firm And Honourable Til Death
A collaboration with Robert Lindley
9th November 2018
Twas not roses painted bright red upon his shield
he that with great courage refused to ever yield;
with beating heart and full faith in his saving God
slayed monstrous beasts, going where only heroes trod
with no complaint of hardest sacrifices made,
he gave back no ground and bright red-blood wet his blade.
Family crest of roses and red bird of prey.
Its motto, 'True to our beloved God we stay'.
Decades flown by, great battles fought under red sun
bravery gave strength to finish what was begun;
strongest spirit with true soul to match and hold true
to the solemn vows and painful costs surely due
his right arm, servant of Light, Truth and Divine God,
with love of family and his faith, his firm rod.
Family crest of roses and red bird of prey.
Its motto, 'True to our beloved God we stay.'
War's end, dusk of last decade under cloud's cover
would be pride and pain greatest to lifelong lover;
fiercest and most wicked was the very last foe,
The Serpent King blithely cast gods and angels low;
most prized the triumph or most abject the defeat,
in driving rain the greatest challenge he would meet.
Family crest of roses and red bird of prey.
Its motto, 'True to our beloved God we stay'.
Unclean was the battle and untold was its cost,
lives of men and monsters were sacrificed, not lost;
The Ancient Hero stood and faced The Serpent King,
final bloody battle he knew would bring death's sting;
perished with his bane, war's demons and gods destroyed,
mightiest foe with him he took into the void.
Family crest of roses and red bird of prey.
Its motto, 'True to our beloved God we stay'.
Old Poet, His Art And Why He Composes Til Death Sings
With pen and paper he writes as rushes a rising tide
his true heart wide open and sworn to nothing ever hide
always loyal to those humble, hard working, verses true
full of poetic history, even a tale or two
watching dawn's resplendent birth and knowing Time onward flows
ever mindful that Kindness and Love are flowers that grow.
Words come forth as a massive and loud growling ocean tide
his journey a dancing wave, prays for everlasting ride
as hard earth below and brilliant blue sky both sing in tune
he feels that beat that cries out for, coming of shining moon
honest in an Art he swore to be his love and his maid
letting time and honor tell if he ever makes the grade.
Staying real except composing from his romantic dreams
swimming in deepest eddies often were great white sharks teem
his solemn vow, his sweetest goal- this truth he thus relays
we shadow beasts by divinity granted sunny days
upon midnight hour and in its darkest of dreaded dread
he allows ancient muse to filter sweet verse through his head.
With pen and paper he writes as rushes a rising tide
his true heart wide open and sworn to nothing ever hide
always loyal to those humble, hard working, verses true
full of poetic history, even a tale or two
watching dawn's resplendent birth and knowing Time onward flows
ever mindful that Kindness and Love are flowers that grow.
Robert J. Lindley, 9-11-2019
Rhyme, ( Quid ventis et frigus cantus mollis luna curat angustia animam meam. )
Only six months 'til Christmas...
Yes, just six months to go-
I'd best start making lists,
Buying bottles for' ‘rellies' who like to get pissed
And scouring for bargains at Tesco.
Only six months since the last one
And I've just finished paying the bills-
The credit card's clear
(Like that barrel of beer),
And I feel a bit green 'round the gills.
I'd better start writing cards soon;
(It’s much harder nearer the time)
But I just hope nobody dies:
Last year I sent Brenda's too early,
And her wake got quite a surprise:
Reading cards by the coffin,
Expecting sombre tones,
It said "Hope you get drunk
And make whoopee with Dunk! "
P.s. You know how to have a good time!'
It's only six months 'til Christmas.
I hardly remember why
We prepare for so long,
Get stressed when it goes wrong
It makes me just want to cry!
It's six months since the last one
And I forgot to send the socks to Uncle John.
I found them in the drawer,
Stuck right near the floor.
Never mind, I'll re-wrap them anon.
I know I sound like a miser
And it's the season of generosity,
But it's hard to be carefree
When I can only shop at Aldi
And my income is almost all gone.
This year I promise to be
More organised,
Thoughtful and full of good cheer.
Well... promises are made to be broken.
And anyway, there's always NEXT year!
Copyright Emily Joshua
Wait til winter comes
I’ll be bundled in velvet again
And softer than you’ve ever seen me
If my eyes are watering
The wind will wipe it away
And if I shiver uncontrollably
A cozy blanket of frost
Will surely wrap me in its warmth
You never held me like the wind does
You never even tried
are long shadows
the babes of dawn
or are they the
lingering guardians
of the night
who shrink to sticks
in the midday sun
only to return at
the doorstep of dusk -
long once more
then gone 'til dawn
Today I awoke, half-eaten by
a stubborn flame that cannot die
though long the coal departed;
I lay here broken-hearted,
like it was yesterday she said
she needs me not before she fled
as times before, though yearning
and every time returning.
I wonder as the months go by
her lodging, and the reason why
she bore it all, untethered
then left me just her feathers
and the most pretty memory
for my diurnal reveries
assuring, to be clear,
to me she’s dying to be near
and yet dreams of returning,
to quench me, ‘til then burning.
Nautilus, chambered.
Mathematics? Not really.
By nature only.
Smells more like…
Ah…normal distribution
(Of golden spirals).
You could look it up.
FIBONACCI? Not really.
Logarithmic coil?
Not exactly. Else
One or the other would fit.
Only nature fits.
THE YOGI BERRA SONG
IT AIN'T OVER 'TIL IT'S OVER
One run behind and I'm at bat, 2 are out,
I'll be damned if I don't get a hit.
I tell the catcher I'll be home in a while,
But he grins at me just for a bit.
Holding on first, I can still feel the ball,
But it's wild and I'm safe at first base.
That's where I stay, cause I can still hear it all,
What that chatcher told me right in my face.
It ain't over til it's over.
I tell the umpire to watch out for the man
who's at bat, cause he'll make his own way.
I'm stealing second, though it's not a good plan
cause that catcher hardly misses a play.
I feel the ball and it's faster than me,
But the second baseman's foot is too late.
There comes the call, and I'm as safe as can be,
But on second base, I know I must wait.
It ain't over. It ain't over til it's over.
I hear the hit and it's a good one I know,
it's the winning run, if I go on
Passing by third I'll tie the game if I go
on to home, or the whole game is gone.
I feel the magic, it's the reason I play
and I love coming out from behind!
Home plate is hardly just a leg length away,
But his words keep on nagging my mind!
It ain't over. It ain't over til it's over!
It ain't over. It ain't over til it's over!
You're out!
Kill the umpire!
It ain't over. It ain't over til it's over!
It ain't over. It ain't over til it's over!
You're out!
It ain't over. It ain't over til it's over!
You're out!
© Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
No, if you know your baseball, you will know why
this runner can not score. See notes below if you
don't figure it out.
haikai
******
the buddleia
a diurnal kingdom...
butterfly courts
a coronation
the orb brightest of orange...
painted lady crowned
bees flowerflies wasps
most grateful to their host...
the gardener
nocturnal bats moths
hedgehogs if lucky a fox...
a hidden frog croaks
dusk a blackbird claims
no doubt a choral master...
may bugs abundant
the Scots pine maypole
cockchafer fly... encircle...
black headed gulls dine
sun rays horizons
belies wonder starlit night...
late rooks kark their way
slight cooling breeze
female mosquitos' biting...
still the blackbird sings
'Til you feel better
(Verse)
When you feel you’ve lost your way
hard to make it through each day
call on me when skies are gray
and together we will stay
(Refrain)
Together
‘til you feel better
(Verse)
And no matter what it takes
even if your heart should break
I will help you through the ache
there is so much here at stake
(Refrain)
Together
‘til you feel better
(Chorus)
Take my hand
hold on tight
don’t let go
we will fight
I’m here for you
‘til the end
side by side
we will stand
You’re not alone
you’ll never be alone
(Verse)
Though it may be hard to see
somehow, I hope you will believe
you can always count on me
'cause forever we will be
(Refrain)
Together
soon you'll feel better
(Verse)
And then when that smile appears
waving goodbye to every tear
you can overcome your fears
and take this wisdom through the years
(Refrain)
Together
don’t life feel better?
(Chorus)
Take my hand
hold on tight
don’t let go
we will fight
I’m here for you
‘til the end
side by side
we will stand
You’re not alone
you’ll never be alone
You are not alone
**************
(End chorus)
Come to me
here I am
run to my heart
I'm yours again
side by side
standing strong
this is where
we belong
You’re not alone
you’ll never be alone
We are not alone
Til 2 A.M.
One day a Dominican female gave her black guy friend two balls of chocolate.
Not just any chocolate but the kind can make you look twice and pocket it.
The chocolate was so good that reciprocity was the only emotion you could have worn.
For that reason and that reason alone, Til 2 A.M. this poem was born.
13 days before all of this, the black guy was walking to the library in the morning around 11:56
While simultaneously being approach by the Dominican female and a question at 11:56
“What was it that you wanted to show me?” was the question with which she arose.
The following is a minimum Til 2 A.M. but here is how the story goes.
First, they played hangman… Til 2 A.M.
Went twice upon a roof… Til 2 A.M.
Watched a Spanish movie… Til 2 A.M.
Dined at two dining halls… Til 2 A.M.
Went to Walmart 3 times… Til 2 A.M.
Played a poker game… Til 2 A.M.
Chilled in each other’s dorm… Til 2 A.M.
Watched Netflix twice… Til 2 A.M.
Went to the dollar store… Til 2 A.M.
Walked to a football game… Til 2 A.M.
Surprisingly met devouring breakfast… Til 2 A.M.
Worked on PowerPoints… Til 2 A.M.
And played the most amazing game of uno… Til 2 A.M.
If turning up on weekends made you rich, these people wouldn’t have 2 dimes.
To recap the course of events, so far they only stayed up Til 2 A.M. five times.
Now that this poem is read, this story may be dead, because of the short lives in their palms they read.
Life will never know about the journey ahead, but Til 2 A.M. Death must wait for the Dominican and the black… to go to bed.
Swaying as one with the glass
Releases its scent to the air
So gently falling to my lips
Taste of pure relaxation bliss
My tongue caresses the flavour
As it swirls around in my mouth
Devine is that odd glass of wine
Sending me in to a spin so fine
How naughty you dare me to be
When my mind is not totally me
Inhibitions fall by the way side
I feel so unconscious and free
So glad that you are just a treat
Enjoyed your fun, til we next meet
Jan 2013
For days we mount white stallion,
going westward,
far from the black stone path
The beast pants,
but carry on
with fire in its eyes
New shoots down-trodden in the channel
I taste the straps on forerunners
deep beyond their dermis,
way pass the dark transgression
we obtained,
yet we hold this sin so dear;
a real peril to the end
I felt wind urging hoofs,
and heard the soil of a mother
calling from soles;
support for imperials
Mattocks pulled new soil
to conceal the cries
If philosophy changes,
there’ll be songs I’ll never sing,
but for now I’ll walk streets eastward,
and survey scuffles
while watching my reflections
on dark footprints
In hope the hoofs are hushed
I’ll lay me down
on fertile bed,
whence I will seep along common path
unto all taste buds
The earth will carry me,
as thick as blood
How could I know otherwise
The beauty of a woman I’ve never seen
Whose mortality had been claimed by the Reaper
But through the teary eyes of my brother
Who loved her…
Loves her still
What an amazing blessing
When death cannot extinguish
The glow of love
When life finds immortality
In a heart that beats the pulse of love
Fueled by the soul of a woman
Whose mutual love of her husband
Knows no Earthly bounds
And the passion-filled memories of a man
Continue to embrace the love of his life.
Copyright 2016 Iger Rolyat All Rights Reserved