Act one had just begun
on the day we met
how was I to know the die was cast
and the stage was set
Act two what was I to do
when you stole my soul
who'd have guessed the part was mine
and I would play a leading role
Act three now you're with me
I put my heart into all I do
should I fall before curtain call
I could put my heart in you
Act four can't ask for more
I won't miss a line or cue
it's beyond my wildest dreams
a fairy tale come true
What defines Queen?
A question in my mind supreme;
No subject to betitled Kings;
A regality not bestowed by bling.
A Queen will match a King in strength;
But intelligence gives that subtle edge;
I mean this not to cause offense;
I look to natural evidence.
What inner strength must Queens possess;
To be unbending faced with this:
A world were men dictate and stress;
Where Nature constant screams "REDRESS!"
What worlds were saved as Queens engaged;
In lands so ravaged after plague;
War and disease unleash evil;
Which Queens both nurse and fight with skill.
As man's injustice cracks man's law;
Our Queens stand firm and shout "NO MORE!
I bore you life, through me you are,
My stake in life is to give care"
A Queen protects that nuclear;
For fickle males do disappear;
A Queen remains to bring repair;
Engender values we hold dear.
My Queen: my mother, sister, aunt;
You are a light where darkness haunts;
Take up your leading role and know;
That as a man I bow down low.
Ah- Uh!
Wha: wha!
She creid outloud.
A hidious sound for a Mezzo-soprano to make.
I covered my ears as she
creid at the dissapointment
of not being the leading Malo.
I told her the role was for a malo.
She wrote me a letter asking
me to rewrite the lead.
Bah! I spoke to her
to re allow her to be coherent.
She called me days later and asked for a co-leading role.
I told her the Solo's were for
Malo' she : said' curse Malo: whom ever he is
or whomever he pretends to be!'
" you wish him hired, might you eat sausages and fart
while slapping his back saying : ATTABOIS!"
Me: Me I am the perfect one!
When I told her no;
she made this hidious sound with her voice.
I recorded her bellowing and used a flute to make sound of it.
I then discovered that a moody bassey woodwind sound decribed her best.
The Woman; (censored) Me! Me! I'm the best; Ah-oh: ah-oh!
largely the best strength sign
legendary and brave
leading role in his land
looking always to fight
lives within his forebears
lumbering evil beast
lion den heard from far
3rd PLACE CONTEST WINNER
Written: March 18, 2022
In Search Of Prey Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
History paints a cruel and atrocious picture of human failure.
Unbelievable acts of hate leave a trail of pain, tears, and shame.
Mankind has behaved like the animal kingdom in many respects.
Acknowledgement has been granted for much of our human evils.
Nevertheless, we must continue pursuing human rights with diligence.
Religion, admittedly and unfortunately, has played a large and leading role.
If the truth is told, religion, especially Christianity, is also a healing force.
God is Loving and Good, entrusting his creatures to act in good faith and love.
Harmony and unity require taking ownership, and not blaming others.
Time is a friend to all who are willing to change and make amends.
Selfish acts of greed and hunger for power are pathways to destruction.
120421PSCtest, Human Rights Poetry, Robert James Liguori. 3P
The soul has many facets.
It can feel empty, can feel whole,
Broken or mended...
That's the tenderness of soul.
When a heart bleeds for another,
When hateful deeds turn one cold,
When love compels kind actions...
That's the tenderness of soul.
When attachments form,
When compassion takes the leading role,
When the bonds of love grow stronger...
That's the tenderness of soul.
When one feels tired and weary,
When poor health takes its toll,
When one begs the purpose of their fight...
That's the tenderness of soul.
When nature makes a spirit soar,
When a sense of humour finds things drole,
When two hands join and fit just right...
That's the tenderness of soul.
Tenderness is vital.
It's a quality of old.
Tenderness makes us human.
It will make ours an appealing soul.
Written 17th November 2021
For the "Soul" contest.
Sponsor Robert James Liguori
Stallion
Mighty, was his look,
rendering tall, as he provokes.
The attraction that he emanates drawing to its taming,
which we sought.
A stallion as he stands,
the silhouette is what we have seen.
It was that of a wild horse
waiting for his taming to prevail!
The stallion's tone took when the animal did near,
wanting to be the tamed horse, captured, he is safe.
A depth that can take,
when there's something to be profound in, it's deep!
Alas, we come to an end;
there comes a disruption in this snare.
It's what he felt from the enclosed corral,
though he hurls out from the gate, did he escape?
The stallion gave flare from his stance,
which the tamed horse,
a leading role of the animal, he did ride.
Revised Edition February 3. 2021, 4:45 AM (EST)
Creating avatars in political and law reality,
contracts and controlling stability.
Modus vivendi where the money flows,
oceans of spirit fears in tows.
Irresponsible silence of motions,
honored sheep’s and their devotions.
Munchausen’s syndrome via comic book,
kindly bulling with every look.
Home at causes, churches and cult,
never able to see the own insult.
Insisting on taking over and fixing things,
manipulated moments for the kings.
Being aloof with natures flawless bound,
no key for the self chain can be found.
Pride in the unfathomable meek,
pointing fingers to the seeming weak.
Motivation all about themselves,
to shine in opportunities like sparkling elf’s.
Taking care of this the millionth time,
when the world needs them in that golden frame.
Justified by abusing others because of it,
stories of the leading role in every bit.
In control to the freakish point,
if not involved so bitter anoint.
The masters and puppeteers put them in charge,
then everybody loves a hero at large.
Times of Unrest
6/7/2020
While some protesters are sincere others are violent.
Many are content to trace along as a face in the crowd,
snapping selfies to document for the uninterested,
that they had indeed “been there, done that”.
Proving that their bit part of something,
was better than a leading role- of nothing.
Tom
Time to understand and learn
by changes that not return.
Applicable and unforeseen
remembrance of what have been.
Giving the selfish shadow a rest
and nourish an ethical best.
The force of life the gift to care,
replace that machine what keeps you stare.
Time to return to a sacred glance,
taking the leading role in the living dance.
Enrich those smiles as long as you can,
with tears of joy where it all began.
The waters of integrity carry every reach
while the waves of false hope dissolve at the beach.
Time and all one can give so silently,
living stardust by the future to see.
Then by natures law in splendor swore,
this sacred dust carries on and nothing more.
When in doubt in all that gaze,
to remember a rainbow in that haze.
The individual light is the myriad of a struggled world,
where the great soul knows to dwell impearled.
How old is old?
Was it a mistake or am I the clown in a serial TV drama,
an actor not needed for the plot but is kept on out habit,
poor sod can`t remember his lines sitting with his pint in the corner.
One day he will be gone, and other actors will talk
about his kindness, The Guardian may show clips
when he had a leading role in a play 40 years ago.
So how long is a lifetime? I don`t know, will not
know, but I would mind a by-line or two
In response to my fellow poetess, dearest friend and soul sister, Jennifer Proxenos, inspiring poem “I am Virgo”
I am Virgo too
A September woman
thriving in her Autumn
learning not to sigh over her spring
and summer too!
A gift of Faith
willing to heal her aches.
Her mind, a master in deafening woes
tracing what is fake and low
dwelling in the borders of her heart
making a permanent entrance
nostalgia, dreams.. with a sword
crossing out!
Growing in the shade of Beauty
a giver, her leading role
a leafy tree behind the stage.
Silence, a joyful companion
Time, her friend and foe!
Human connection of a spiritual dimension
What a painful perfection!
The passion within
empowering, awakening
denying her Self a life!
Fine, wise souls
ever attracted to
her beauties wouldn’t for granted take!
Perpetually restoring Self and peace
With Love
I am Virgo too!
The angels held a meeting
Very far from the earth.
It's that time again for a special birth.
Said the angels to God up above.
This child will be so special
And needs lots of love.
Her progress may seem very slow
Accomplances she will never know.
She will require extra care
From the mother we choose below.
She may not run ,laugh,play
And her thoughts may seem far away.
In many ways she won't adapt
Her diabetes will make her feel trapped.
So let's be careful were she's sent
We want her life to be content.
So please God find a mother who ?
Will do a special job for you.
They will not realise ryt away
The leading role they have to play..
With this child sent from above
Comes stronger faith and richer love.
They soon know the pleasure given .
In caring for a gift from heaven .
This precious gift brought down to you
A gift you'll love your whole life through.
Until I'm returned back to you .
Brexit Sonnet No. 25
'Treasure These Islands’
So has the ship really sailed away
With second EU vote stowed in hold?
No blasting horn was heard across the bay,
And we were not of this leaving schedule told.
Our all inclusive, most elusive guest,
Has rummaged yet again for leading role.
Potent power, his hand should rudely wrest,
From those who've rented out their hollow soul.
As anchors raise and hands are all on decks,
As white coated Stewards fuss and rush with work,
As all aboard means Captain's final checks.
None of these, their duties lightly shirk.
So avast me hearties, and hoist the mainbrace square
And treasure these islands, with referenda fair.
©Keith Murphy
A terrorist’s a criminal and also a fanatic
Who gets his kicks by killing and creating quite a panic.
His hatred makes him dangerous but fear’s his only goal
And crowded places let him play a tragic leading role.
Our president, in his attempts to be a tough accuser,
Must think he sounds impressive with the label “evil loser”
But loser is an epithet from junior high school days
And such a term deserves derision, though he’d longed for praise.
The world will turn to leaders in a horrible event
In hopes that their response will calm things down and thus prevent
More dread and malice from their ranks, with words that will inspire,
Yet “loser” is the best to which our ruler can aspire.
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