Guy
Fawkes Night
bonfire vibes
feel the magic
nice
5th of November
Bonfire night
Why is it we remember
Guy fawkes set it alight
5th of November
Anti establishmentarian
Parliament a burning ember
Observance of many puritans
A plot was foiled
To blow up house of Lords
Guy fawkes plan spoiled
With dynamite and swords
Nowadays celebrated by a bonfire
The release of fireworks
Pay homage to the people's sire
I think it's berserk
Not a party pooper
Loud bangs scare this writer
Also animals can scatter
Guy fawkes was mad as a hatter
His attempt to overthrow was thwarted
Stood by dynamite he was caught
Sentenced to death and live in the tower
That's what happen if you go against power
Nothing really has changed
We're still locked up in chains
Speak out or scream and shout
You will be banned or taken out
No more posting on social media
You end up arrested for schizophrenia
The world nowadays hazy gone crazy
Smoke screens and lies make it hazy
Back to topic Guy fawkes
Never allowed to enter talks
He wasn't happy with the Lords
So got his rebels and drew thier swords
Remember, remember the 5th of November.
The gunpowder plot, that was supposed to dismember.
A failed plot by Guy Fawkes to take down the Crown.
With his cache of explosives, to bring a government down.
Now a night of Thanksgiving as they foiled the plot.
While bonfires burn, with Fawkes effigy on top.
A celebration of fireworks, dance like stars in the night.
As we gather together with much joy and delight.
The bonfires are blazing with Guy Fawkes on display.
His effigy crackles as the flames dance and sway.
It's a tale from the past as they did apprehend.
As the effigy of Fawkes meets its fiery end.
So here's to the 5th, for its sparkle and sizzle.
A time for reflection as those fireworks fizzle.
It's a lesson from history that will never grow old.
As we give thanks, whilst we cherish the freedoms, we hold.
Ports and mods
programmers and developers
oldschool and would be forgotten
with their drives
and engines
the old is unearthed and regifted
like some sort of modern age
robin hood or
some guy fawkes mask wearing hood hell if I know
and this is a bad poem I know it
the focus is all too undefined.
Am I writing to fill pages? Or am I writing
cause I have to?
Neither answer would surprise me at this point
they remake
while I try to make
revamp reivent remake and recycle
and IP becomes a frail sentiment
thrown about in court rooms by lawyers
while they play in our basements
can’t seem to stop the rom on com boom
never soon to bust wave we all ride on in
our highpowered row boats
I wonder if they don’t do the same
filling file after file so it can sit on a shelf
a collection of works all remade and restored
their work. A lifetime
I get it
The
bonfire's
flames crackle,
burning some wood.
The air's filled with smoke.
Fireworks that soar
bang and whoosh.
It's so
good!
LONDON 1605
It’s
Guy Fawkes
And the foiled
Gunpowder plot
We will remember
November Fifth
Bonfire night
Each year
Bang!
“namely holidays”
days ago Guy Fawkes’ fireworks were heard
other days may have meaning to be observed
Thanksgiving isn’t a given
strictly U.S. is this tradition
in Britain July fourth is always after the third
PG RATED
Don’t spoil tonight with the woes of tomorrow,
For that might lead to a multitude of trouble,
Nasty Ghosts are looking to mess up your sleep,
But if you wish to insist, let’s take a peep.
Ghosts come unbidden from the foggy, muddy, misty
Grounds of silence and dreams, somewhere from elsewhere,
In the echoes of your mind, whilst still fast asleep, a threat,
For softly they tread in the dark, ourselves only to blame I bet.
Too many horror movies we have watched of vampires
And werewolves, of witches who cast spells,
Lock you in dungeons, bubble bubble their stew, they brew,
Which consists of snails and puppy’s dogs tails, and you.
How about Dracula, and his bloody, thirsty, stained fangs,
Rather watch fireworks on Guy Fawkes that go bang, bang,
But don’t wander too far for the shadows have eyes at night,
They just might jump out of nowhere and give you a fright.
So before going to sleep read something joyful and happy,
Perhaps a Tom and Jerry show or Fred Flintstone and Barney,
Don’t spoil your evening with the woes of tomorrow,
Put all aside and focus on past glad memories, often forgotten.
"The Pearl Essence and Dark Horizon"
Just,
as a pearl of wisdom
plucked like a
luminous silver apple
from a blue sky forest,
an entrancement;
the Sun watches
like a voyeur
from afar
tucked under
his tenebrous horizon,
while the dark night
is fully illuminated,
the romance
like Guy Fawkes
straddling 4th July
lush lit and lotus-eating
blue independence,
calls forth the
circadian goddess
blushing like a new bride,
who has waited for this
moment, it would seem
her entire life,
waxing and waning
shifting hues of
shimmering pink nude
into revealing shades
of ultraviolet
sans sun, but,
just the same,
romance
ignited
Just,
as a pearl of wisdom
plucked like a
luminous silver apple
from a blue sky forest,
an entrancement;
temptation,
Sun
rises
like a fallen chess piece
to take his untouchable
luminous silver
teasing
Moon
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
"Tell me the story
about how the Sun
loved the moon so much,
that he died every night
just to let her breathe."
As fireworks fill the night sky with light,
they gather round the crackling flames,
the effigy of Guy Fawkes
a pleasure to behold
on top the bonfire.
Such fun for all -
but it sucks
to be
'Guy'!
written 6th November for Andrea's November Nonet contest (about Guy Fawkes' Day).
November 5, 2022
A good friend told me about the UK festivities.
To explain it, in detail, it’s not my proclivity.
But so awesome to know, at least, Fawkes was a fighter.
As submission to bogus mandates here, and in the UK grows ever tighter!
King James, in the 1600’s was taking away more rights of Catholics.
Fawkes wanted to blow up Parliament, kill King James….
Alas, the gunpowder, stored too long….as useless as a used match stick!
Our elected nincompoops use our freedom to forward, astronomical agendas.
Aligned with the idea to merrily change our children’s, God-given genders.
So celebrate with grand bonfires and grand fireworks this night!
Fawkes and his crew were executed, but at least, they tried to make wrong,
right!
11/5/2022
8pm PST
USA
It’s like the Battle of Britain he moans
I can’t survive this bombardment he groans
And then he said Sh*t
That’s a direct hit
What kind of numpty films fireworks with drones
5 November is Guy Fawkes day in the UK in celebration of
Mr Fawkes and associates trying to blow up the Houses
of Parliament. Some would say he should have succeeded.
Westminster has historic walks
And tour guides do tour guide type talks
One speaker regales
It’s most epic fails
How sad about Mr Guy Fawkes
tread on dry leaves slowly, softly,
in death they lie yellow, curly,
cold frosty mornings freeze their zeal,
yet they hold romantic appeal,
cast off from trees in late slumber,
Year in the month of November!
lonely hearts come, wander this way,
search memories of a lost day,
chorus of birds watch from the trees,
melody, harmony and peace,
park bench beseeches a brief stop,
seeking my warmth as more leaves drop!
night skies fill with fire display,
to mark misguided Guy Fawkes* day,
as I eye the winding path home,
end of my long nostalgic roam!
most await festive December,
but lonely hearts love November!
a lost hare gives me a quick look,
then scurries to a nearby brook,
across which nature paints a coat,
fallen leaves amidst lover’s boat,
beauty beckons where eye can see,
but heart desires you were with me!
3rd placement
Lay November poetry contest
William Kekaula sponsored
Written 7/11/2020
8 syllables each line (PS) 6 line stanzas
aabbcc rhyme, 4 stanzas total 192 syllables
* Guy Fawkes day, celebrates the gory killing of the man who opposed the King!
I
feel
today
will be
my last
a feeling
of panic
now vanished
now has passed
A sense of knowing fills my heart
Today a whole new life will start
To greet me will be Mum and Dad
Grandpa and Grandma too
The first in line to take my hand
And there to lead me through
My son ~ my only child ~ my boy
Will stand there next to you
My darling husband
My soulmate
My friend
I know
My love
It’s you
Tonight is when
my journey ends
The end of my poetry too
No more poems will I write
My final one I wrote tonight
And as the day turns into night
I climb on board my final flight
And as I fly into the sky
My Space Ship and I
Will explode!
Will ignite!
Like the
brightest rocket
On
Guy Fawkes Night
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What a way to go
What a fabulous show
A number one poem
Guess I’ll never know
SO
***On this Starry***Starry night***
Farewell
&
Goodnight
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Written 15th July 2020
FIRST PLACE
Contest ‘If This Was My Last Poetry Contest Poem’
Sponsor Silent One
Contest COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE 20
Sponsor Brian Strand
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