I’ve walked the length of my sentence
long after the gates unlatched,
counting the gravel underfoot
as if each stone might still accuse.
The years have grown moss over my name,
but transgression carved into memory’s vestibule
means there is always one chair turned away,
its back carved with the shape of my absence.
I’ve mended the fence,
stitched the torn sleeve,
poured water into the roots I once scorched—
but the wind still carries
a syllable I cannot unhear.
So I move,
but not without the weight of glancing—
a pilgrim with a mirror in his pack,
catching the ghost of my own retreat.
And forward is a road
that keeps folding back on itself,
a loop of weathered timber and rain-dark stone,
where even the horizon
wears my shadow like a borrowed coat,
and the door I step through
is always the same vestibule.
.
Frederick Fox went a courting on a summer’s day fine
Object of his desire was a vivacious vixen named Madeline
They got along like a roof gets along with a gargoyle
Like a garden takes to luscious black healthy soil
He was thrilled with his date, and she seemed excited with he.
Maybe a future for these two could easily be.
But then he brought up children, and she did not want any.
This was not Frederick’s plan, for he wanted at least twenty.
Paul Frederick Simon
who is nicknamed rhymin’
for a while on Art Garfunkel was reliant
and gave us The Sounds of Silence
Frederick Ogden Nash
did a lot more than sling hash
his poetical humor knew no bounds
and his writing never failed to astound
negligeed shape -
innocence becalmed in deep sleep
Frederick the Froggie king rides the eleventh sea.
He makes no apologies to the country or me.
I am the king of land, but he is king of the sea.
He steals my gold and silver with a hee hee hee.
I have tried to make a friend of this pirate king.
He thinks it is hilarious, it makes his heart dance and sing.
He steals my wives, my emeralds and my diamonds with bling.
I never know what his terror on the eleventh sea will bring.
Frederick Frog wooed Willamenia Woo Cup.
They went to dine, and slurpily sup.
Flies were on the menu, fresh from a corpse, rotting.
They were excited with each other, truly besotting.
They danced the tango, watusi, and a wild twist too.
They had a marvelous time, these cute spotted two.
They won a dance contest, and she danced on a pole.
He watched with his eyes, his libido, his joy and his soul.
They ended up married, yet they still dance up a storm.
If you are going to visit them, I feel you ought to be warned.
They have seventeen kids, and they are all dancers too
And they will make you dance along, and they’ll cover you with goo.
They will see a giant fly if you show up unannounced.
They almost got me. They are fast, and they pounced.
So they are sweet if you are frogs, so go see them, please do.
But if you are a fly, keep moving and wear a really fast shoe.
I plan to provoke him, Uncle Jim said.
He did a great job too, really riled him up.
But it was no use, Frederick was totally trained.
I should know. I trained him myself.
I am up to the challenge, offered Grandpa Pete.
I did not intervene, amused as he called him names.
He picked up a stick so I shot it out of his hands with a cannon.
You always did overreact he said. He huffed into the house, mad.
My totally exasperating sister came out next to join the frivolities.
I waited until she got within a foot of Sir Frederick.
Sic Her! I screamed. Remembering all the times she had bullied me.
She was gone in seconds; just a fizzle left.
I guess that taught her not to tease a dragon
Or a sister
A rogue dentist called Frederick McCrouth
Brought misery to many a ones mouth
Caused his patients great pain
Done for profit and gain
Eventually their teeth all fell south.
Frederick's nickname was' dentist from hell'
Gold implants at a high price he would sell
He was caught in a trap
Is now up on a rap
Justice caught him and he's now in a cell.
Written on 9th January 2019
For limerick 11 poetry contest
Sponsored by Joseph May.
Frederick Waddell
1893-1919
Kathrene Mary cojoled me not to blush.
Blush as red as a boiled lobster.
Kathrene Mary insisted that I not touch.
Touch and grope as a feathered Jove.
In the eternal equinox of April evening,
She gave me a signet ring,
With my initial engraved thereto,
As a token of our tryst together.
“W” reminded me of her,
Her voluptuous facade,
Her voluminous assemblage,
Her robust vanguard,
Of desious daydreams in the suave shadows,
Of amazing nocturnal delights,
Of lickerish ravishments and
Private investigations,
In the astonishing membranes
Of abject titillation.
But let it be known:
I died devastated,
Devastated that I never beheld
My sweet son and daughter,
Devastated that I never beheld
The sagging bosom of old age.
And now here in my grave,
I blush for the worms.
Repost of In Memory of Arthur Frederick Horn
Dad Did Die
Why was it really meant to be?
Dad did die serving his country
Me and my family are left alone
Each day when the sun had shone.
I am still so lonely each night
And sad tears off have to fight
Never receiving a one last kiss;
Him forever will always miss.
It is now another Veterans Day again;
My dad was one of many mighty men
Who for country had given his all
And for him one day God did call.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Bolivia, NC Name of Father
Arthur Frederick Horn, CPO, AOC, USN
USS Aircraft Carrier Intrepid CVA-11
Killed on August 8th, 1956
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2015
~Frederic Chopin~
(Acrostic)
F antastic captivating, soulful music
R estful, serene very sweet love melodies
E ndearing, capturing soul and spirit with such
D ivine, calming wonderful notes
E nchanting Etudes and Preludes that
R eleases mind, heart soul and spirit
I ndwelling in everything it touches with it.
C hopin's music, and all his "Preludes" are masterpieces.
C hopin's classical music is so unique and beautiful
H earing it is a true blessing to the heart and soul
O ften heard all over the world
P recious and elegant, beautiful soft and romantic music
I mmortalized thank God forever and ever
N ow I thank him for all the beautiful music that he left us to enjoy.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
October.8.2015
Authors notes:
My very humbled tribute to Frederic Francois Chopin.
Frederic Francois Chopin(1810-1849) Pol. famous pianist and composer.
He worked so hard to get to the top
Day after day, refusing to stop....
For the joy of just living he had no time
Always chasing that almighty dime...
After years of struggle he reached his goal
But all the stress had taken its toll....
Family gone, his health so bad
His smile now perpetually sad....
So if your tempted by power and gold
Remember Fred and the story he told..
Think carefully before you choose
And remember all that you have to lose
Your photo sits still
in first blushes of youth,
this green and pleasant land
resplendent, wanting your footprints
upon it's sands but king and country
laid down all plans of a youthful man.
How will it be when we meet
further from the stars, all I have been
blessed to see but no commitment,
just a breeze, will you still be wanting me?
My days upon this unyielding land
I know, like my heart beat, beginning
to slow but every last breath, I inhale you stronger,
you were my beau, you died a soldier.