the opera starts and the guy comes out and says,
"look, fidelity is for losers."
a bloodbath is coming
so is this opera in july
but we sit in preparation for Verdi
and i send messages about
the great parking space
and it begins
and after five minutes
my son turns to me and says, "dad, i like this."
i am turned into something
pure bliss
my son reads during the interval
and i walk to the back of the opera house
i count six smartphones dropped in the dress circle
followed by tutting and disgruntled people
the chocolate has melted in my pocket
but so have i
digitialised sand and upcoming tears.
the back of the ticket reads,
'alcoholics are refused entry.'
but we're all drunk on our US cotton
Aida souvenir shop XL T-shirts
From dead sands
a step was birthed
of stone ...
a carved staircase
leading down ... and deep.
Shovels bit,
whisks brushed,
cartouches
led on ...
November
twenty-six,
nineteen-twenty-two,
chisels breached an entrance
and ...
The Boy King arose!
~ 10th Place ~ in the "Yalto Poems Only" Poetry Contest, Emile Pinet, Judge & Sponsor.
( A "Yalto" is a form created by Edward Ibeh, consisting of a strict syllable count of 3, 4, 2, 4, 5, 3, 2, 3, 2, 3, 3, 5, 6, 1, 5 syllables-per-line. Verified at HowManySyllables.com )
* This speaks of the re-discovery of Tutankhamen's tomb by British Egyptologist Howard Carter, for George Herbert, 5th Earl of Carnarvon. *
I want a different job, something like working at the zoo,
I'm ready for a change and it certainly is something Gnu.
A Baywatch lifeguard on the beach, I have not done that before,
but my swimming skills are rusty, so now I am quite unshore.
Maybe an Egyptologist, in my pith helmet parading,
but not a grave robber as I think that would be dig raiding.
A Matador in sunny Spain, the arena crowded full,
but livestock I don't fancy, no, I am not adore a bull.
Perhaps a Lighthouse keeper, flashing warnings across the sea,
my own boss and all by myself, yes, I think that could beamy.
I could try breeding horses for the track, that would be good,
but maybe such a career change would not be under stud.
I'll stick to making circuit boards, desire for change has gone,
so I'll stay with what I'm good at here, and calmly solder on.
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