You look “a bit peely wally”
In Scotland means “pale or ill” by golly
“Ah dinnae ken” means
“I don't know” it seems
”Far div ye bide” where do you live
Categories:
bide, wisdom,
Form: Limerick
I play by the rules day in and day out,
Showing my class, wielding my clout.
I take the hard blows time and again,
Knowing my patience shan't be in vain.
Joe's on the ropes, all by himself,
Waiting around to be dumped on the shelf,
Restraint is my friend, as I pull back and watch,
Those flailing wild jabs I so easily dodge.
There's one rule to fighting, it's Biding your time,
Showing him up, using his dime,
Keeping ones cool, letting him dance,
Then all in one motion - destructively prance.
There's rhyme to the reason for the 12
Rounds to be,
So everyone knows, all clearly can see,
The prowess of one, the demise of the other,
An abject defeat, no spin as a buffer.
The guys just a has been yet I'm giving him grace,
Watching him flail, not setting the pace,
The fun's in the waiting, a matter of time,
For him to fall over, his crown to be mine.
Categories:
bide, age, america, angst, appreciation,
Form: Rhyme
To last dots if man
Plans, and life not that way pans
Out, what avail plans?
Life’s most moving moments race,
Pass by like breeze, not a trace!
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Reflections |13.12.2022| Tanka, life
Poet’s note: This Tanka is born of some unease on how to live life. Of late it seems that man tends to plan too much, and when things do not that way pan out, he finds faults with life. This poem wonders if one should go with the breeze.
Categories:
bide, life,
Form: Tanka
The morn dawned gray, the fog crouched o'er the sea
It spread across the land; on hill, in vale, it lay
Obscured the rolling meadow, 'till arose a breeze
As sun burned through the mist with slanting ray
A thought did find its way into my mind
That days will bide their time before they say
Now look at us in all our finery designed
To dazzle and delight, as -- our glory we unwind
Categories:
bide, beauty, day, morning, sun,
Form: Terza Rima
Love came again to bide her time
To sit upon the swing and gaze
To run a hand through my hair
Many little bells caress my spine
She wore a dress to match her eyes
As kingdoms fall and states divide
So does my breath against my hand
Tremble here with heavy quaking sighs
I know I give myself too fast to her
But oceans pull and do not compromise
The choice will rest with me no longer
A life without this I shall not endure
Categories:
bide, beauty, girl,
Form: Rhyme
Motion that thy second's will
is fleeting, like love standing still
does sire away with rostrum's bill.
And thee concern it latent, 'til ~
Thy spirit spaces, knows refill
is life to own but heart to skill
and pursuit of thy gain seems nil
because of lacking fame until ~
A love does fire thee to graze
thy own contention not in phase.
As suddenly, life has no wage
~ expectancy replaces rage.
And so I know in thee love stays,
thee are within my wanton ways,
that freedom insurrects its praise,
and livelihood excels no craze!
Thee then, need nothing more to hide
where love once floundered ~ now is wild.
We, true of self, not fused with pride
become one ~ livery to thy bide!
Categories:
bide, passion, life, love,
Form: Rhyme