hello hail-fellow, comradely friend, glad to see you back and read you
By your ink on this parchment, my thoughts tattooed
I'm drawn to this bouquet; I am left so madly.
Fields of blazing stars, lying randomly, strewed
Happiest are these thoughts deliberately construed.
Winter taking them from my core destroys me, sadly.
By your ink on this parchment, my thoughts tattooed
Purple pillars of violently swaying happiness imbue
So I harvest them as fast as I can, enjoying them gladly.
Fields of blazing stars, lying randomly, strewed
After such a long time between blossoms, histories accrued.
I waited patiently for their replacement, so very badly.
By your ink on this parchment, my thoughts tattooed
I felt the truest of forlorn, nearly left lifelessly blued.
Springtime rain brought them back to my welcoming hands, comradely.
Fields of blazing stars, lying randomly, strewed
Once I found eyes on them, new happiness did exude.
Replenishing their hearts energy regrown in me
By your ink on this parchment, my thoughts tattooed
Fields of blazing stars, lying randomly, strewed
That circular object that brought revolution,
That, like greased bearings, made human labor easy;
Like machines many, this made its contribution,
The times to change and the cultures to be breezy...!
Carts moved fast; war chariots advanced gorgeously,
This brought out, in agriculture, green whirl, and twirl;
Windmills functioned smoothly; crafts grew enormously,
Spaces grew near as in cars and bikes it did swirl...!
Automobiles, trains, streetcars, wagons, farm machines,
Wheels, like Oxygen, are at work in everything;
In Industries, like nutrients, wheels are sure means,
In quality and quantity richness they bring...!
With the movement of time, the wheel too moves gladly,
Cultures, vivid, join hands with the wheel comradely...!!!
He came the hallowed night of haints,
face a kaleidoscope of paints.
He looked all around
until he had found
The source of all the complaints.
The girl enraged was named Sally.
She had’nt time for dilly dally.
Her makeup was spoiled,
evening plans destroyed.
Her spirits low as the valley.
She watched him enter quite sadly,
thought he’d behaved rather badly.
The clown he sat down
exclaimed with a frown
"But Sister, Halloween is comradely."
His sister, she reconsidered.
She need not be so embittered.
She once was his age
tomfoolery plagued
“Trick or treat!” the siblings twittered.
Idlers, paved paths with active energies, purloining, feigning amity.
Dodgy & concealing past immoral dregs by comradely, waspish mien.
Obdurately empowered by this stranger plucked from their nocturnal fantasies
Wanton mistresses of countless broken walls in desperation for time.
Unbridled intrusion cloaked in religiosity vexed by undefined arrogance.
Oft, in pretext, manipulating, with energies stronger than the POPE.
Habits of a thuggish intervention foist on bewitched “soul tie”
Ill-beseeming nuances summoning this Stygian to their unsealed brothels
Obvious cliquish vindictive venom of a barrage of past bed felon.
Zestfully compelling, violently intrusive and surreptitiously preying.
Ending the farce, Rapscallion oozing countless entries on the rotten hole.
If everything is all right
Then there is not going to be a fight
Thoughts from those wearing tights
And arms showing might
A huge net down there
Going through the air
Grabbing a swinging bar
Being cool acting like a star
Everything seems so simple
Just smile show the dimple
It is only a trick put on
An illusion, an innocent con
With feats not having a room for erring
Entertaining audiences by scaring
Based on trust
No room for fuss
It is a spectacle that is cool
Wondering who’s a fool
Under the big top
Where the action never is supposed to stop
A wild and crazy thing
Fascinating Presidents and Kings
Under the spot light
No one can fight
If done right
Then the thrill is ‘out of sight’
Take this advice
At any price
Comradely is not throwing dice
It is the warm trusting feeling that is nice
Next time when requested to do a dare
Make sure it is done not only with flair
But enough care
Giving a reason for the patron’s amazement stare
Enjoying their time attending the amusement fair
Four long years have past, World Cup here at last
Thirty two teams full of hope, live their dreams
from all over our world, adorers massed
Within Russia's realms, friendship to extremes
Football fever, expectation from fans
Nil nil will not suffice on or off the pitch
technology enforces rules and commands
Our beautiful game for all, poor or rich
soccer is sport, brings most nations together
With one aim our team to win is our goal
play in sun or rain whatever the weather
skilful athletes, architects of ball control,
enjoy the comradely, pleasure and joy
cheer your home team when they score
let’s compete on the football pitch oh boy
it’s got to be better than on fields of war.
June 17 2018
2018 World Cup Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Mark Toney.
Calling
I hear the pipes from far away
drummers in fields play
highlands and bogs
pipers march
in dawns lifting fog
past forest and streams
overlooking stormy seas
the brave need no sword
In kilt they know who is lord
comrades and comradely
the knights of the highlands
know the battles are won
when in kilts the Pipers sound
aye lad's, I too march
homeward bound
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