The Bounder be now in his reign
Tho' he be of feather'd brain
Half the people sing his praise
The other half - his hide doth flay
There once was a blind British bloke
Whose nose-in-the-air was a joke
He set out to plunder
But found that Down Under
A bounder most likely will croak
#The Cloud That Never Cleared
Once beautiful hues of Blue fell through, never to be renewed.
Replaced with Charcoal Mist Gray...
No Transparency, No Glimpse of Breakthrough,
Just a Permanent State...
An Unrelenting, Non-repenting...
LOOKS AND FEELS LIKE SMOKE IN MY EYES...
Resulting FATE. Is It Too Late? The Blue replied...
"I AM OCEAN BLUE, DEPTH AND TRUE, RE-BOUNDER*
OF NEW ELEMENT, CLEAR AND FREE OF ALL IMPEDIMENT...
*A PERMANENT STATE* WOULD HAVE BEEN MY DETRIMENT."
©Renee Denise Gross 11/9/2017#
Ere Cousin Freddie departed this Earth
The guys placed bets on what his chances were worth:
The odds that his soul
Could avoid what’s below;
(Of all of his kin, he’d then be the first!)
For Freddie was well-known as a bounder and cad;
So said even his dear mommy and dad.
“It seems fair to say,
Since now he’s away,
That he was always just real really bad!”
So when Freddie stood there before Saint Peter,
Said The Official Celestial Bouncer and Greeter,
“Holy s**t, son,
You’re a thousand-to-one
'Gainst getting into The Heavenly Theater!”
But Freddie's past sins were all rendered moot
With an inside fix by Saints Pete and Luke,
Who bet all that action
And allowed him to crash in,
While both split for Vegas with their new acquired loot.
© Ben Burton Feb 5, 2014
I view beauty with desire
But am seen through abstract eyes
Which begats a mystery
For I don't try to be that kind
The shattered pieces in my wake
As tea leaves wither in the brine
Leave only scarves to pacify
The punctured seal can't be revised
No posturing through symphonies
With trebled horns, but for the one
That is and was and shall remain
While hearts still beat and rivers run
Should I not come before I go
Indulgence can't be quantified
For every itch that is not scratched
Becomes a casualty to time
Yet, with decorum I imbibe
Without deception at the core
Or abrogation of the vow
Unto myself, no spawn of spore
And without mirror to reflect
The bounder from a boundless shore
Inspectors at the terminals
Will fruitlessly try to record
But DNA will not impeach
The gene which flawlessly imparts
Abilities to cherry-pick
The naivete of hopeful marks
So, to ourselves we need be true
From courtesan to bon vivant
And though restraint may be pursued
It will not kill the will to want
Daylight draws to a close
as puple shadows dance along mountain tops.
Arms intertwined, we walk the dark path home,
yellow porch light beckoning as bounder chases ahead.
Another day has ended but life goes on...
Our love is eternal