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I have searched for gold, silver, gems and truelove
I found my treasure in you-my love Kissing your red ruby lips to mine-we fit like a glove Gazing into your blue sapphire eyes takes my breath away Your silver hair has now turned to a beautiful gray
Date Written: 7/29/2021
ANYTHING GOES Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
We live in a post-modern age
When everyone’s position is equally valid
When transgressions against each other
Or society are understandable
And forgivable because of, well, you know,
Some kind of systemic oppression.
Children are no longer spanked
Let alone mouths washed out with soap,
Adolescent hoodlums run wild
Without fear of consequence,
Career criminals are released on zero bail
Or never even brought to trial,
Politicians lie, steal and cheat with impunity,
While the honest self-defenders of liberty
Are convicted by the full power of the State.
Everywhere an obsession with being soft
And fair and kind and giving second chances,
Or twentieth, fortieth or eightieth
As the case may be,
Has led everyone from the weak and oppressed,
To the rich, famous and powerful
To feel anything goes, as long as no one
Catches or can stop you.
And if they try and stop you, well
Then pull out whatever get-out-of-jail-free
Victim card you happen to have,
And collect an extra $200 as you pass GO
While you’re at it.
Don’t worry, be happy, the sun is shining
Smiling down on you
Like a year round Santa
Who no longer even notices if you’ve been naughty.
And don’t you forget
Everyone gets along now
Here in the kindness trap.
(11/22/25)
I wish to live with true abandon
experiencing things more at random
Just like the first man Adam
drinking clean water
living with nature in tandem
Garden freedom body exposed
Unconcerned with cars or clothes
Easy does it anything goes
Touch the sky
feel the sand between my toes
A happy sort of ecstatic
The natural life no plastic
My days more elastic
I could be a true original
instead of a conservative classic
For me no rules to live by
No one to ask me how and why
I could give anything a try
No fear to hold me back
Watch and see this old guy fly!
Written specifically for Brenda Chiri's Abandon Poetry contest
July 16, 2018
("Field of Dreams - Flanders 1917", 2020, original oil)
("Field of Dreams - Flanders 2017", 2020, original oil)
War and Peace
Everyone wants peace,
the irony is it takes war to get it.
In this world of dog eat dog
someone had to be defeated, someone’s life taken,
for you to enjoy yours.
You didn’t have to do it, it didn’t even have to be in your lifetime,
but it had to happen.
And in war everything is fair.
Despite the rules of law and engagement we come up with before and after,
when it comes to the fight anything goes.
In other words, sometimes nothing is sacred.
In times of peace people complain of conflicts involving innocent civilians
but in war no one is innocent, no one not the target.
Troops and armies, warriors and battlements may be the first line of defense
but the civilians that support the armies are always the main target,
always what waits behind the front lines,
and what eventually becomes part of the spoils of conquest.
When an army can’t hold or break through the lines of defense,
it retreats and sues for peace,
but when it can, it does.
At least that’s the way we’ve always fought;
Sherman in Georgia, Allied bombings of Dresden
Tokyo,Hiroshima, Nagasaki, Vietnam and Iraq…
And when the dust settles the victors get their way,
and the vanquished submit, comply, survive,
at least those civilized enough to adapt;
peace after all, being the desired end of war.
But for those who are conquered and refuse to submit,
what is to be done about them?
Whatever it takes.
(12/8/23)
A spider on a web I once observed.
I thought about how patient that she seemed
just sitting there so still and unperturbed.
That spider was a clever one, I deemed.
And then a tiny insect came along.
I knew some action I was soon to see!
The little bug did not look very strong.
Once caught inside the web, how could he flee?
I watched with growing interest as the bug
stopped moving. Surely he was stuck, I thought!
That spider only had to give a tug
to get the tasty morsel she had caught.
A slower death the bug would have instead.
It seems the spider sitting there was dead!
For PD's Anything Goes #25!!
One end we see and agree
Rainbows end that follows a tree
Under this tree, a treasure
for you and me
The other end and disagree
Rainbows end where demons break free
Colors of black, gray or blue sea
that may haunt you or me
Children of brightness play and plea
Every forest or corner they may be
God of the Highest oversee
keeping them safe under Thee
Children astray, young and free
Under darkness, they cannot see
Anything goes, brought of liberty
then stagger and walk with one knee
One rainbow end appeared as singing bee
The other end, masked as stinging bee
One rainbow end calls the other end for a tea
Two rainbows meet and bloomed like a tree
Merged and scattered good tidings with glee
A tiding in each pocket for you and me!
A young boy inquisitively asks his father 1 day
Daddy, Daddy
What is an Apple Store
Dad
Well Son
His Father answer's
An Apple Store
Is either a simple fruit and veg shop
Or a shop that sells 1 of the most sophisticated,
stealthy tracking and information gathering devices
ever marketed.
And the cloud is the manner in which all this information is
correlated into algorithms and then passed on to Intelligence
and Marketing Agency's willing to pay for this information .
The amazing thing about this is that you are actually consenting
to spying on yourself so there is no come back if anything goes wrong
Little Pause
Wow Dad
CAN I HAVE 1
With the palms of well-worn leathery hands that in younger days guided a Tall Ship round
the globe many times with the help of stars that still twinkled in his eyes, the old man made
a porthole in the frosty forest of swirling ferns that had been painted on the kitchen window
pane by Jack-Frost during the night.
As I sat on his lap, he told me the creaking sound made by the rockers from the rocking
chair we sat in on the hardwood floor - if he closed his eyes, could make him believe he was
back with the wind in his sails, rising and dipping and swaying with the whims of the
waves ‘ore the sea.
Back- and- forth, back-and-forth, we rocked as the porthole on the window pane grew larger,
exposing the winter wonder land outside where trees and roads and roof-tops lie frozen
beneath a layer of fluffy snow that looked like icing on a birthday cake, as the house
softened and swelled in the warmth of the burning kindling wood that snapped and crackled
in the stove.
Rocking back-and-forth, back-and-forth, I asked him, looking into those eyes of green, with
that far away look. “Grandpa, won’t you tell me please, what lies beyond the sea?” He
paused for a moment, blowing silver halos that rose from his pipe in an aroma of sweet
smelling ‘Old Sail’ tobacco, and with the magic of his words, he took me on a journey,
rocking across the sea where he showed me all the places and wondrous things he’d ever
seen.
That was many and many a year ago, in a kingdom by the sea, where an old man, taught a
little girl, that life is but a dream.
~~~~~
In memory of: Captain James George the Third - My Grandfather
~~~~~
2nd place in 'Anything Goes #2 Contest - sponsered by Constance La France
Author's note:
This is one entry of many that will appear in my next book ' A Journey of Roses and Thorns'.
They are true events that have happened in my life - some where roses, some were
thorns. I have learned valuable lessons from both.
She throws hateful words at me
And I echo more hate right back
After twenty years of matrimony
We have perfected our lame attacks
Familiarity, contempt does breed
As the long-time married surely knows
But in love, just like where soldiers bleed,
All is fair and anything goes
She knows all my insecurities
And knows just where it hurts
Our love is stained with impurities
As we eat our just desserts
Underneath our outer jealousies
The lava of love still gently flows
But on the battlefield of our miseries
All is fair and anything goes
Silence is an unspoken truce
As we attempt to mend the wound
Around our necks hangs the wedding noose
Neither surrendering too soon
The peace table is a soft mattress
Where tenderly we land the blows
Being guilty, we don’t dare confess –
All is fair and anything goes
NOTE: This was written for Chris Aechtner's "Anything Goes" contest. Although I realize, "Anything Goes" was not the intended theme and that Christopher was simply opening his contest to any and all kinds of poetry, I thought it would be fun to use that as the theme of my poem.
Now that you have found me,
the thought of your touch does things to me.
Your warm embrace… to feel you loving me--
boy, what are you doing to me?
And I hear your whisper, “Loving you…
the storm in this body is raging for you.
I’m completely crazy about you.
Girl, this boy needs only you.”
Now, I wait for the evening and the stars to appear,
for your gentle touch as you dry my tears
and soothe away all my fears,
your eyes lit with hope for future years.
The mere idea of you--the longing to have you close.
The timbre of your voice next to my ear curls my toes.
Knowing I’m the one you need and want the most…
look out, baby--now anything goes.
My dreams of you blow wild and free.
Look into my eyes and you will see
everything that you mean to me…
and how sweet life can be.
Alesia Leach © 4/2015