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Humans are quite a deciduous lot.
It's our nature, but not Mother's motif.
We fall from grace without faith and belief
when fleshly flaws make us stumble, besot.
Tousled emotions are tied in a knot
as though weatherbeaten, love ends in grief.
Reddened eyes, the shade of a cast-off leaf
from tears spilled and splattered like an ink blot.
We fall in and out of love. It's a chance
taken, like planting trees for greenery.
Then, we watch deciduous leaves perish,
borne on blustery winds in one last dance.
Windswept limbs despoil Winter's scenery.
Love and lush foliage, we should cherish.
In that similitude of spirit and gaze
I see much in you that you see in me,
for in me are your Arthurian ways -
old man, I am your son and proud to be.
In the dark days and darker nights of us
when the Angel of Death entered our home,
father, I saw in you a map and compass
but I was lost and destined to roam.
For in that we are all a vassal to age
no sceptre or mitre can set us free,
and no fealty can old time assuage
or rail against its synchronicity.
So it is in the time of tide and flow
between us there was ebb and distance,
yet I know I will miss you when you go
and hold dear the tides of least resistance.
Truly ever decreasing circles besot
the cognisance of what and who we are,
yet I am not fogged to what time begot
but wise to your end and your exemplar.
Wise to our earthly labours and pleasure,
and all that was ventured and lost or won
for insofar love is the true measure
I shall be its keeper when you are gone.
I have a son, and love him more I can’t -
he in time might forget you but I shan’t.
Alas, no mortal thing this world outlast
yet still the risen sun your shadow cast.
Written: October 2004
I read other people's poetry and I wonder to myself,
Where do they conjure up their massive vocabulary?
The words I don't know, I write down; and I have quite a list.
Some of these English words, I know belong somewhere between here and Ireland, but maybe in another century, with Coleridge or Thoreau. But yet,
here we go. Betwixt, bemuse, besot, who writes like this?
I have looked up more fanciful, interestingly new words in a month than I knew existed, and I used to think I knew some words. Keep them coming, my Poetry Soup pen pals. I am fascinated, and learning a new vocabulary faster than I thought possible.
At faculty meetings people are asking, "What are you doing?" I'm looking up words, I tell them. Lots of eye rolling; these are teachers, and many, I am afraid, have not opened a book since college but you didn't hear it from me.
I'm a simple woman, not a snitch.
So once again, with grim countenance, the ship sailed on with all bemoaning their woes
Till calm seas prevailed, with balmy sun, sweet zephyr song, they came to Helios' shores.
Helios, calm god of the day, smiled upon the lads, gave of his land free rein, but with a caveat-
Helios pride was his golden herd, indolent and fat,"Do what you will, but don't touch that"
Well, as was their wont, like a terrible refrain, full-weathered from woes and want, but yet unwise,
The crew, overcome by gluttonous greed, slaughtered a heifer, for raucous feast, not sacrifice.
Wild was Helios at this blatant deceit, with terrible curse, banished them all, to wander once again.
So with Helios' curse (and Neptune's help), the ship was tossed and soon lost, all crew were slain.
It was Odysseus alone who was alive, afloat on flotsam, floating about, with fervent wish of death
But sweet surcease was not his lot, more plight was his fate - his tryst was due with Charybdis yet.
Perhaps Scylla was a better bet, in it's slavering jaws a definite death, I think he'd rather have it
But caught he was in Charybdis' thrall, a vortex which ate him whole, and threw him out as spit.
Past the maelstrom's outer whirl was our hero tossed clinging to life's last hope, verily a straw
Floated, the wasted carricature of a man, denied of food and water, no sustenance he could draw.
But perchance the Gods smiled on him, wearied of their devious, puerile games going too long
Odysseus fell on land once more, where restored were life and limb, bewitched by Calypso's song.
Now Odysseus, all said and done, was a man vulnerable to worldly women's wanton wiles
And Calypso was full besot with our hero's lusty frame, his wit, his deeds and charming smiles.
For seven years did he taste bliss, ensconced in Calypso's arms with thought of home amiss
But one day, after seven years, did Caypso, with heavy heart, let him go on pleas of our Hermes.
From Calypso's isle did Odysseus sail on raft, through storm, as was now his habit, and came to Sceria
Where Nausicca, on Athena's urge, gave succor, till he sailed with Phaecians who had trade with Sumeria
The Phaecian ships soon landed Odysseus on fair Ithacan shores where Penelope had travail,
But my dear laddies, I must hie hence, for the Dawn is nigh, of Penelope and Suitors, is another tale.
Concluded
Written: April 8, 2025, for contest sponsored by Brian Strand
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love fleeting
moments
soul controlled
promiscuity &
wantonness
winnow wheat
from chaff
magically
besot
bog-myrtle
emblem
shrewdness
credence
communication
intimacy & physical touch
oversight
laudation
love binds
oozes
matters
expands
prevails. . . and sounds
spiritual
visual
reversal
unperishable
individable
love is all around
love is all about
love is all we ask
love is all we bestow
love is all I have . . .
Joining
flowing counting
growing knowing
asking giving
motivating comforting
having
love is painful
fruitful
disdainful
gainful
baneful
graceful
hateful
archangel
playful
baleful
wakeful
unstable
i love: love
i am so in love
in love with Joy
in love with happiness
in love with anger
in love with frustration
in love with tears
love hurt, love heal, love win, love kill,
love loose, love catch, love toss, love match,
love fall love is right love is wrong,
love is weak, love is strong,
love rise love tall, love smile, love frown,
love stay love cease, love dream love sing,
I see you in my dreams
An unravelled seam,
A faded place,
Struggling to resurface,
An irrefutable alteration in my life's plan,
Branded and irrevocable throughout my lifespan
Leaving tear-stained cheekbones
And whispered tones
Depthless emptiness in my trembling heart
Trails of scar tissue as you depart
Stilling the voices in my melancholic mind,
Memory I see has truly been unkind
For here you were and here you are not
My heart and my soul remains besot
As I glide through the mires and murky without care,
Your cruelty has erased my concept of fear,
There is no life in these arms to reach forth,
No craving or wanting to be sought,
If there is a thing to cure what is ailing me,
Darkness dictates that even that will fail me.
Many times conspiracys, are proven' in times hindsight, post conformity. When does ' never again; become never mind?)
In our prescence' why does pride and arrogance make most blind.? Those who
Lived locked up, guilty only of being alive.'
It seemsmost myopic; and phobic..in actions were you, or are you as one smashing out your windows, in the coldest
Of seasons.? I argue on no theory; I agitate
Not in lies, if you live regardless? And in a
Type of insainty, are indeed besot'
leave me to reason, of the elemental
the eternal.
Yet before you decide on leaving' or are
Got.' Just try to find free living.'you
may see its imbued with true distinction, also the
Anti-dote, a counter to genocide; morbiditys and extinction.)
Late the music played in the smoky air
in our noir Bogey and Bacall vignette,
and hands that stroked your silky chestnut hair
held a red wine and lit a cigarette.
Girl, I chased you until you caught me
and when I was lost it was you I found,
for in our chase and hunt unknowingly
I was the fox and you the foxhound.
Your soft skin smelt of aloes and citrus -
the smudge of fresh lipstick on your wineglass,
and what covet it was those lips to kiss -
in wine there’s truth! In vino veritas!
Those bitter tannins with your sweet imbue
filled my soul and besot its true love's claim,
girl, I knew no one could save me but you
and so we played our wicked game.
Lying there next to you in the moonshine
I did want for love but wanted more -
the feel and taste of that full bodied wine
and a lock and key to your cellar door.
Your soft skin smelt of aloes and citrus -
the smudge of fresh lipstick on your wineglass,
and what covet it was those lips to kiss -
in wine there’s truth! In vino veritas!
Written: April 2013
For Les
BRONZE WINNER POEM
Allpoetry Contest
July 26
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for a decade I journeyed as a stray
kept at bay — raggedy, scrappy, unhappy
across hills, through forests, city alleys
eating bits from bins, hurting my shins
no friends ventured near, other felines feared
oozing ridicule at my spaceless situation
it seemed hopeless, though a graduation
I felt in my bones —-
cute kids that crossed my catty path
looked askance or laughed raucous
my coat was flea-ridden, I could not
scratch or lick, tongue too dry, sob sigh
then cold black night I upwards gazed
at sky’s Lyrans flickering haze
saw there cousin jaguar’s light bright
beaming keen sheen across golf fairway
green
followed it with last bit of heart strength
surely that country club is beckoning hence
perhaps some human mind divine sits at a
fire like my past-life home, when seventh
life was lost in an unremembered toss
arrived at glass sliding door dead beat
patter-pitter smelt fish broth hot in golf
lounge besot — tobacco smoke, leather
slowly holy sneaked in to peep from under
their luxury jeeps, their chatter seeped
then a frequency stabbed core, piercing dart
my kundalini gave a fart —- juices trickled
down throat as master’s voice tickled !
he who lost cat at picnic spot mauve mystic
moons ago, caressed now golf clubs stylistic
like shields, wielding realistic
memory came flooding back, hacking armour
sack, until amorous I felt again sane charmer
it started to rain when he saw forlorn paws
did not recognise my jagged haggard flaws
under empty belly he hooked golf arms
marched to kitchen, a strategy warrior
commandeered cook for lukewarm saucer
I drank and drank until eyes transparent
felt panther genes unlock invincible
convinced here I was to rest my head
at golf field’s masculine sanctuary stead
listening to his heavenly chit-chat spread
live among good clubs waiting patient
for recognition that I was the one nascent
as I heal peeling layers of wandering
connection again, rebirthing commencing
last of my nine —- I will shine !
To be in love along the rushing shore
And hear sounds from your heartbeat to enslave
To kiss your hungry lips, then wanting more
Obtaining love's desire, its constant crave
Besot, beneath this dazzled sky, I find
Love's lightning splays a light that clears my view
Such echoed worlds, warm soft as waves inclined
Submerged through quiet eyes, a love so true
My hand entwined in yours, we bond as one
While watching footprints fade in pebbled sand
To spy a reddening sky and setting sun
While falling into night, at stars command
We'll feel the waves upon our warmest skin
And touch the stars, as dawn arouses in
Written by Mystic Rose & Frederic Parker
March 3, 2014
For contest, Collaboration.. sponsored by Jared Pickett