Said as it was long ago
Said the same though
A feeling of sickness when well
A damning of all good to hell
Intentions aside, married the bride
Where the schoolchildren inside once cried
It’s nice when it all rhymes
Afraid of the dark, it shines
I don’t look back anymore
At the blood, violence, love, and gore
Or is it all in the head
Nobody full of lead, just alone in the bed
Is that what is pain
So take it away, please, slain
All is gone but me, so now
Life goes further, beyond what I can see, anyhow
Wind, wind will go
And when, nobody knows
There is really nothing left of love
Love is gone, no not that one, it rises above
That love is going strong
So only I’m here, wrong
I hope God knows I’m reduced
Left at my doorstep, my mind seduced
Finish me before my tears hit the floor, the crestfallen sore, before, my sea comes ashore
Lay rest to me
Impressed to be
In eternal ecstasy
Jewel encrusted baby fish from Beautiful Bizarre Magazine
Was gorgeous enough to suit an emperor, Miss Piggy or the queen.
How much do you think she will bring on Ebay? I asked my mother.
Not sure, she replied, better go ask your brother.
Brother bid twenty on the fish, and it zoomed up to twenty-two.
We all held our breath for an hour and a half after he bid twenty-four.
When he noticed they were bidding thousands, there was a roar.
Twenty-four thousand was different than twenty-four dollars for sure.
Many-hued pubs bid me welcome
As would friends on the street
And so does Cromwell Bridge
Where long ago we first met.
I see the fields where we played
And plucked up the kerry violets.
I gaze out over the dark bay
Reflecting our lives as glass.
Memories live but a season
And like a photograph
And erelong, I will be as one
Fading - crumbling fast.
When you are old and banjaxed
Will you still remember
And find there my countenance
Among the leas of Kenmare?
An untouched cup of coffee
sleeps on the café table.
I want to take hold of your hands,
hands now clasped upon
a checkered tablecloth.
We both know it's over,
but no lies please.
being dumped
should be a fingertip moment.
Utter no pre-chosen words.
I promise to say nothing,
let the cooling,
once hot coffee, speak for us both.
Bid me not to leave this flame
This flame that burns, but ne’er consumes
Please let me stay within this smoke
Where You, not I, see through the fumes
Bid me not to leave this flame
For in this flame, You set me free
Though enter I with rope or chain
The ropes are burned; chains fall from me
Bid me not to leave this flame
This flame known as adversity
Amidst such flames, all dross falls off
You cleanse my heart in purity
Bid me not to leave this flame
For in this flame, I walk with You
Amidst the trials, toil, and pain
We hold communion dear and true
Bid me not to leave this flame
With You I am content to be
Although my path be set in flames
I love the path You planned for me
Bid me not to leave this flame
For in this flame, I hear Your voice
Amidst such heat, my self succumbs
Surrenders to Your plan, Your choice
Bid me not to leave this flame
In flames, Your glorious face I see
You bore great trials; so shall I
The flames are where I want to be
I loved this opal ring instantly.
Began the bidding on eBay.
Thought I was getting it.
Another bidder jumped in.
Radical74.
He was fearless.
So was I.
We bid it up and up and up.
I bid it two hundred dollars past what I had decided would be my largest bid.
Finally giving it up.
In May I discovered that Radical74 was my daughter.
She had bought this ring for my birthday.
“Maybe in your next life “Krishna said
Because we really don’t know what happens, after your dead
Well, our president has beat the charge
our military now list him as “at large”?
Tomorrow will still keep its Dawn
Because of a memory it must carry on
Will the criminals be allowed to rule?
And are we allowed the devils tools
Perhaps the plan that our gods intend
Is to overthrow our heroes who were built by pretend
yet who is the god and what is their gender?
from whence did they come the west or Eastender
Perhaps theirs a story that needs to be told
but who are the tellers the young or the old
asking for facts yet not accepting the truth
you will squander your wisdom on our untrained youth
the queen has now died and left our earth
still gathering friends and pocketing girth
there are laws in place to protect her grave
for those who steal from what she saved
"Dethrone them all" as Alice would say
"For the thrones made of gold and we shall spend it this way!
I won these at the auction she said!
They only cost me six hundred dollars!
EACH? I screeched.
“No, silly, the pair.”
“I thought they started at $38.”
“They did, but someone kept bidding them up.”
Later that day I met her mother.
“I tried to get those mermaids for my daughter”, she said.
“But they went way too high. I had to drop out.”
I did not tell her who she was bidding against.
We bid you farewell,Oh Dear!
Farewell Sweet Memory
Through faith We face reality.
Our God Himself descended
To his word We adhere
He held you a bit closer
and wiped away each tear.
He raised you to his land
with a loving hand,
We'll miss you Dear Uncle
We'll miss you Dear friend.
Until We meet again
In our hearts you will stand.
A hat covering white hair
Your beard never hid a smile
Your jokes,your low voice,
Past stories told,
the tick-tock sound of each clock,
Shared moments,Hours to behold.
Always remembered
Fondly in our thoughts
An Old Pal,A humble man
with a heart of gold.
Until We Meet Again
In the Land Of No Tears
Dear Uncle Aldo,
We Bid You Farewell.
Sweet magnolia, petals of creamy white
an ornament hung on evergreen trees
Your beauty filled my eyes with such delight
sultry scent drifted upon Summer's breeze
Why do you quickly rush to blush in brown
when I've added fresh water to your vase?
Should I have left you as a jeweled crown
on the tree that offered you a birth place?
I beg you, please forgive my selfish thought
Your dismal sorrow gives such cause to cry.
You're dying too soon and it breaks my heart
Farewell, lovely bloom, I bid you 'goodbye.'
No shears shall I take to another bloom
I cannot bear thoughts of causing their doom
Fun times,
I’m having with
bad rhymes.
They come
unbidden. They’re
so dumb.
Will lame
lines bring this clown
great fame?
April 5, 2020
entered in Joseph May's Find Your Musette Contest placed 3rd
For I see thee fair maiden free,
Escape the bonds of horizons hold,
Set claim to your majestic crown to be,
That willfulness that causeth bold,
Luminescence thou has donned,
Traverse traipsing your eternal realm,
Beholden to thee cast our eyes bond,
For if I am a melody pray thee a psalm,
So that I may rest, sweetly to calm.
2020 January 26
Pastel skies bow to fall's bright tints ,
Awe struck by these sumptuous hues
Leaves surrender their hold on trees,
Sweet musty scents wafts on a breeze
As seasons yield to the other
I see dazzling beauty in change
Time now to bid Summer adieu
4th place
7lines
8/8/8/8/8/8/8 count
Contest: Farewell Summer
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Date:9/6/2019<
Here's a good question for all you guys
Which came first, big bellies or big eyes
Methinks it was bellies
Couldn't see the jelly
Now the world is obsessed as we try to disguise
Thus she slowly packs her bags and leaves
sated by the touch of pollination’s breeze
moistens soft petals of flowering wings
succumbs to the drone each buzzing bee sings
squeezes a raindrop – a tear if you will
for seasons in passing cannot sit still
nor do they tarry - wish to stay on
for with their passing another is born.
Life is not troubled by its limited stay
nor sunrise diminished by each fading ray
for moments are moments and each holds a place
in history’s shadow - season’s retraced.
Summon the heralds - sound a glad tune
welcome July – bid adieu to sweet June.
John G. Lawless
©6/25/2019
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