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Into the cool crisp water the swimmers plunge,
from high above the divers arch like liquid silver;
aquatic Olympics is my favorite sport of all others,
Oh, how I admire the swimmers and the high drivers.
The women with their perfect bodies so lovely,
gliding through the crystal blue with a sweet goal;
dedication and determination has brought them here,
and when they reach the wall they rise up as water cascades.
Oh, the men, strong and powerful with muscles,
flying in that emerald blue mighty with endurance;
they seem unstoppable until they emerge dripping wet,
like a wild waterfall the drops falls off their beautiful bodies.
Yes, it is the swimming and diving for this girl,
I, so admire their perseverance, patience, excitement;
years of training and a positive attitude has made them,
winners even if they do not get Gold, Silver, or even Bronze.
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August 9, 2016
Poetry/Verse/Aquatic Mania
Copyright Protected, ID 16-815-274-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the premiere contest, Olympic Mania
sponsor, Janis Thompson
Third Place
I saw two clashing titans,
Ten miles above the green;
Their massive bodies twisted,
In battle over Spring
The beast shown black as sackcloth,
The hero – white as snow;
They battled one another
With brutal, mythic blows:
Two terrifying creatures;
They quaked and thundered loud,
Both vying to be victor
On mountain tops of cloud
Behemoths bearing weapons
That blazoned fiery white;
They wrought colossal chaos
Across the calm of night
Until the darkened monster,
Amid the epic row,
Bore down upon the other
And struck a fatal blow
As echoed booms of thunder
Traversed the mount of death,
The weary whitened hero
Then drew his final breath
T’was then that storm did conquer
The innocence of Spring,
And took her mountain dwelling
From which she used to sing.
Soft and throbbing,
Cerulean blue, by candlelight,
She appeared.
He was immediately captured!
Sparking brown eyes
With heavenly shards
Of pure, heavenly, golden light.
She was his dazzling, pure delight.
He was all hers, in an
Instant, by divination.
Their bodies encircled~
formed a perfect love nation.
Clinking, crystal glasses of
Chilled Sauvignon Blanc.
And he wanted more of her
Salome, tantalyzing taunts!
1/25/2021
~3~
A hundred-ten year old soldier was interred in Arlington Cemetery today.
Corporal Frank Woodruff Buckles now sleeps nigh his comrades in sacred clay,
Awaiting that glorious morn when Gabriel's bugle will sound that final call,
To fall in for the last calling of the roll! Corporal Buckles will be standing tall!
"Taps" was played echoing far beyond the hills of Arlington into the misty past,
Reminding all of brave men who were destined to die or were horribly gassed!
Courageous men who willingly placed national destiny above their very own,
To ensure that our precious and hard-won freedoms would ne'er be overthrown!
Only sixteen, he lied about his age trying to join the navy and marines with no luck,
And was told, "Go home before your Mom knows you're gone, you young buck!"
He told a bigger whopper telling the army recruiter he was all of twenty-one!
The sergeant, looking for warm bodies signed him up, thence the deal was done!
He was promoted to corporal and served with distinction as an ambulance driver.
After serving in France, he was honorably discharged, returning a heroic survivor!
As a civilian he was a prisoner of the Japanese in the Philippines but was kept alive,
And was rescued after three years in Los Banos prison camp in nineteen forty-five.
He proudly represented the 'doughboys' of The Great War as last man standing.
So much, so very much to him we owe for his service was most outstanding!
That venerable symbol of America, the majestic Golden Eagle, cried,
On the day that the old veteran, Corporal Frank Woodruff Buckles died!
(Corporal Buckles, the last American survivor of World War 1, died 27 February 2011, at the age of 110)
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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The lake glistened, calm with reflection
its silence so overwhelming and disturbing
you could hear your own heart miss a beat.
The silence deafening.
The lake quell, cast a spell drawing
out the puss of bother and blather
that cluttered and rocked your life.
Dross shed as jetsam.
Suddenly swans appeared, with necks folded over
tucked into wings on floating sleeping bodies
propelled by gossamer tuffs of wind.
Wakes of swans making willy-nilly scribbles on the lake.
The mist rose, spread and
drifted over the lake,
shrouding the slumbering swans away.
Then the suddenly swans were gone.
My Apologies, Sona
by Gulzar
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
My apologies, Sona,
if traversing my verse's terrain
in these torrential rains
inconvenienced you.
The monsoons are unseasonal here.
My poems' pitfalls are sometimes sodden.
Water often overflows these ditches.
If you stumble and fall here, you run the risk
of spraining an ankle.
My apologies, however,
if you were inconvenienced
because my dismal verse lacks light,
or because my threshold's stones
interfered as you passed.
I have often cracked toenails against them!
As for the streetlamp at the intersection,
it remains unlit ... endlessly indecisive.
If you were inconvenienced,
you have my heartfelt apologies!
***
Come!
by Gulzar
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Come, let us construct night
over the monumental edifice of silence.
Come, let us clothe ourselves in the winding sheets of darkness,
where we'll ignite our bodies' incandescent wax.
As the midnight dew dances its delicate ballet,
let us not disclose the slightest whispers of our breath!
Lost in night's mists,
let us lie immersed in love's fragrance,
absorbing the musky aromas of our bodies!
Let us rise like rustling spirits ...
***
Old Habits Die Hard
by Gulzar
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
The habit of breathing
is an odd tradition.
Why struggle so to keep on living?
The body shudders,
the eyes veil,
yet the feet somehow keep moving.
Why this journey, this restless, relentless flowing?
For how many weeks, months, years, centuries
shall we struggle to keep on living, keep on living?
Habits are such strange things, such hard things to break!
***
Inconclusive
by Gulzar
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
A body lies on a white bed—
dead, abandoned,
a forsaken corpse they forgot to bury.
They concluded its death was not their concern.
I hope they return and recognize me,
then bury me so I can breathe.
A wise man said “all you need is love.”
To satisfy our dear Lord above
God made us hoping we’d live in peace
That earth would be a gleeful retreat.
Imagine being in mist of war
Living in fear behind one's front door
Afraid to sleep, in a living hell
Listening for the latest bombshell.
Seeing dead bodies strewn all around
Innocents sadly heavenward bound
Glorious buildings raised to the floor
Been and gone, destroyed for evermore.
The Lord must weep to oversee this
It’s not the way we’re meant to exist
God created a world full of grace
For everyone in the human race.
Most folk on earth have a sacred heart
Knowing what’s right and wrong, from the start
All we need is love, those words so true
From a songster, who died from hate too.
It’s late at night, everything is dark, the evening is drawing to a close, another day in the books, oh what a day, schedules, appointments, so many errands we ran.
Nothing good on tv, only the depressing news, we crawl into bed, we collapse into our pillow, oh what a relief, blankets are pulled up around our bodies, this is so blissful.
Silence fills the room, just resound of the evening rain as it hits the window sill, it’s calming to listen to, sets the mood…. we lay in bed as we embrace each other, this is what every couple looks forward to I’m sure..
We talk about our stressors from the day, as to comfort each other, our love is pure, I whisper silently in your ear, we undress and give each other the passion we’ve held in all day, the rain is coming down hard, thunder and lightening lights up our room, as our bodies move in sync, we collapse into our bed, Oh how I love pillow talk.
This Image !, in hues of oil.
A painting
There is this Lovely Lady, who’s posterior so beautiful,
lies before my eyes - it becomes ( as I gaze upon )
more alive then the life she has put before me – given to me.
Her beauty lies upon a blanket of red passion,
her back to the universe, to me and my world,
her torso, her left leg and foot buried deep into passions colour,
her right leg cocked, caressing passions, red carpeted fringes
as her right foot pushes into the blackness it lays in,
as does her left arm, her head and hands - mind ?
Can it be ?, that this beautiful body craves passion,
while her head ( mind ) denies – all the time, reaching into
the blackness of fear, the blackness of indifference,
the blackness of past pains, heartaches, disappointments
as she thinks ( intellectualizes ) her way out of
her bodies, her soul’s, her spirit’s need
for affection, passion, and intimacy.
She desires ?, but wants nothing and no one !!!
No one is good enough !!!
B. J. “A” 2
January 29th 2008
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Infinite deep #
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kiss # Sexy ##
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O# like honey wine ##
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Two bodies#merged as one
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Lovely## OOoooSexy#
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###accentuates hips#OO
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melodious
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06.07.2016
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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