In earnest I would comb the earth
Through desert, mountain, forest, firth
Cross highlands, lowlands, rolling hills
Swim oceans, rivers, fjords, and kills
All to find out where you are
No distance is too great or far
That isn't worth the trodden way
To be with you at end of day
My love is with a passion quite
Enough to make the darkest night
As bright as daytime, all things seen
So clear, no thing can contravene
And though I walk now by myself
My deepest feelings on the shelf
They're all still there, restrained yet strong
Oh Bluebird, how for you I long
I have so much yet to unpack
Poems, love songs, none I lack
I write for you, it's easy to
My heart composes them on cue
Patience Love, sit, wait and see
In case someday she flies to me
Until such time that day may dawn
We'll roam across this world alone
Approval's a craving, seeks even a smidge
Conformity dictates no room to forgive
Wealth is elusive, just over that ridge
Fame's a hot flame that's intense but short-lived
Faith's the assurance of things still unseen
Hope, steadfast, certain for times in between
Joy's not a feeling that scared, flees the scene
And love is a person whose death washed us clean
The first set, to die for, to not contravene
The second brings peace and a life that's serene
At opposite ends, at the utmost extremes,
To chase or to live for, you see what I mean?
Two hundred ninety-six seasons have passed
since I first appeared on the earthly scene,
and with luck this season won’t be my last,
and thus with aging I won’t contravene.
The fact that my hair has turned grey and thin,
and aches and pains are the battles I wage,
like roadmaps these wrinkles now line my skin,
I now must admit, to myself, my age.
But aging is like a mountain we climb,
alternatives to growing old are few,
and not one that I wish for at this time.
So now this birthday thought I offer you…
the passing year is not something to shun,
it’s just another trip around the sun.
December 13, 2021
My thoughts reflecting on my birthday last week.
My son told me it was just another trip around the sun.
Thanks for giving me this line, Ron.
My country
Covid free
Ferry trip
causes gyp
Men arrive
Then they drive
To the shop
Where they stop
To buy drink
Didn’t think
They’d done bad…
Are they mad!
Their downfall
Alcohol
Contravene
Quarantine
Stupid fools
Broke set rules -
NO stopping
For shopping!
Put in jail
With no bail
Must conform
To OUR norm
Our law spurned
Lessons learned
Cross that line
Get HUGE fine
09/29/20
It has been told that every soul's completely intertwined
For every person that arrives another's left behind,
What words have I to conjure up to speak of said demise
I offer this my poem as a willing sacrifice.
I'll mention not the platitudes I love to contravene
But speak instead of beauty and such wonders I have seen,
That warmth within,the birth of spring,mad laughter and sweet tears
And loving hearts of happiness that touched me through the years.
A magic kiss each poem is a field the writer ploughs
The beauty of each seed is hidden deep inside the shell,
But harvest time is over and the autumn leaves have flown
And words are standing naked now without their chaperone.
My last goodbye the end is nigh I'll leave without a sound
Then Time will hide as fate decides to bring the curtain down,
My muse was led but now instead will whisper words no more
The cast bereft the writer's left to walk the endless shore.
Tomorrow paints the canvas as another day is born
We're clouds that line the endless sky that heaven may adorn
Or countless specks of golden light inside the stratosphere
Once shining bright we fade from sight.......and simply disappear.
It was a pleasant, sunny day
when the Sands on the friendship shore
said Hi to me
And I said Heidi to the Sands too
The impressions of her pen footprints
led to an inspirational cove
It was all so feel good and refreshing to the soul
There she speaks with understated grace,
her voice calms the waves of any current heartache
Her loving enclave dissipates the hate
With forever positive thoughts
that contravene all negative contemplates
And as I rested upon the Sands,
the alluring, poetic voice that said Hi to me,
sent forth a warm, compassionate breeze
And in pure comfort, I said: thank you, Heidi
This is a tribute to my beloved friend,
the talented poetess Heidi Sands
Inamorato,
Ascultate my vociferation!
Contravene your sepulcher.
Insurrect our omnipotent.
I enjoin thine quintessence.
Eupnea!
Eupnea!
Whilom anon.
Euphoria salvo.
Eschewal Valhalla's porticullis.
Genitive hedonic, envisage.
Erewhon betwicts my gammons.
Imbibe of my mammilla's.
In perpetuum cache me.
Gehanna upon macrocosm.
Forlorn.....
Forsaken......
Your Inamarata writhes.
Is thus kismet?
Cull Inamarato!
Winnow!
I abjure forthwith.
Abaddon velleity extirpate my noumenon,my pneuma.
What about you...
What about me...
We are not making a poetry family.
Why are we breaking up?
You don’t fit the score anymore.
This is just a letter of confirmation.
Our contests state the truth.
We are Soupers of true, which works for me; however, why not you?
We are breaking up from a mental disaster.
Might just make this that much better as Soupers together!
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Penned on JUNE 11, 2014!
When
does
meddling
contravene
hospitality-
are
there
limits
to friendship
in freedom of speech