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THREE BRITISH ANGELS
Three daughters of Britain, in a dance class,
their lives were viciously taken!
But, sadly, for many of us, you are, in our silence,
inhumanelly forsaken!
You see, as poets, our hands, forced to pen of things
only positive and uplifting?
Dare we do otherwise, many our weak-kneed readers may
halt liking us, and do a “quick-kill, downshifting!”
And so~ now, good, honorable Brits, are being jailed.
for protesting our young, bloodied,precious loss??
The removal, the matter of civility is lost, and honoring
wild anteduvians, no matter what the cost??
So, we think that…..we in other countries are safe?
I know the lying media, relishes brainwashing you!
We are no different than the three ballerinas~
Knives of “cancel culture” are out to lie and silence you!
But in or generosity and goodness, now must be silent as trees?
And we are now raped, beaten or killed by merciless, killer-men.
The bells in towers still do ring, government tells us we are free?
But the wise know, freedom is taken, by loons with government pens..
So be fearless, and do pen with your heart of deepest truth.
Sing you, songs of beauty and courage, but of course!
Stop, oh stop, seeking popularity’s meaningless friuit!
May you not live in this world, thinking you are wrong and full of remorse.!
Be then, who you are, no matter what the cost!
If you choose not to be brave, you are hopelessly, lost.
God Bless Britain
8/10/2024
It is easy to forget that in the main we die only seven times more slowly than our dogs.
Jim Harrison (1937 - 2016) - The Road Home
First Bobo, a cocker spaniel,
I remember only from pictures.
He ran way before we moved
to Canada when I was four.
Second Kizzie, a cockapoo, Mom got
when the family moved to Texas.
I only saw her on holidays and such
as I stayed in Canada. She lived
long and was with the folks when they
retired to British Columbia and was
into her teens before they put her down.
Third Sadie, 3/4 Newfie - 1/4 Bernese,
a big black dog, with a big appetite
for apples from a special tree and
the socks our daughter, a toddler
cast off around the house.
I still chuckle remembering
the scattered remnants lining
the farm lane that spring.
She was over ten, and in pain
when we put her down.
Her ashes remain in an urn in the garage.
Fourth Rizzo, a fencejump cross of
Gordon Setter and Belgian Shepherd,
my wife and daughter got him from
a friend, while I was off on a canoe trip.
A headstrong dog who would take off after
a scent or car to return when he pleased.
On leash, he'd almost pull you off your feet.
With age, he grew territorial and
after the third biting incident, I took
him to the vet to be put down.
But she gave him to an older lady
with a fenced yard who put thirty
pounds on him and he lived to
fourteen or fifteen.
Fifth Hailey, who was five when
we got her from the shelter.
A Border Collie - Shepherd cross
and definitely our daughter's dog.
She'd bounce foxlike through the fields
and on evening beach walks, loved
to fetch sticks we'd toss into the waves.
She was over fifteen and failing when
we put her down, days before
our daughter's wedding.
No urn this time.
Sixth Xena, a Shepherd-Collie cross
and beyond doubt a princess
but more sweetheart than warrior.
She has the canine equivalent
of ADD and a bark first policy
when something new appears
and will retrieve sticks or balls
until your arm falls off .
At over eight, she's running strong.
Seventh, Sam, a mostly Shepherd mix,
she's our most 'rescue' rescue dog,
smart, loyal and obedient
a wantobe lap dog with a feral streak.
She responds in kind to aggressive
dogs and we muzzle her on walks.
Now five she'll be with us for a
good while to continue the tally.
A defining figure of our times,
a legacy as a statesman and orator,
his speeches became the weapons
that brought together the demoralized nations.
In the cauldron of crisis, Churchill’s leadership
transformed the course of the war
and the dwindling moral of the people.
His firm voice like "we shall fight on the beaches”
resonated with the incantation of collective courage,
turning insolence into principles that united a worn-out nation
unwilling to surrender when the shadow of defeat loomed large.
Understanding the psychological elements of warfare
he cultivated the spirit of strength,
drawn from the people he strived to inspire
discovering his purpose in their resilience.
His trademark cigar, the bulldog carriage
and the insolent attitude symbolized the British flexibility.
A man of the empire in the democratic milieu,
modulated by his obstinate will force
to resist the seemingly unstoppable tides of time,
he was created as a legend from his defects.
A deeply sensitive human being
he achieved profound greatness through struggle,
reminding us that true leadership is not the lack of fear,
but the determination to act heroically in its presence.
In 1773 the sun never set
on the British Empire so goes the story
now the 'Teatime Islands'
crumbs of Great Britain’s former glory
but as the moon rose over the White Cliffs of Dover
standing guard at the Gateway to England
ramparts the enemy to forestall
if the ravens left the Tower of London
the kingdom itself then would fall
and Britain would rule Gibraltar
one of the Pillars of Hercules
so long as macaques inhabit the Rock
another of man's legendary absurdities
but should those Barbary apes depart
the British too will soon follow
and the Overseas Territory come apart
yet to save the primate population
Winston Churhill did insist
in the early days of World War II
reinforcing British rule would persist
to ensure the troop replenishment
he issued a directive September 1944
for five such females brought from Morocco
to maintain the number at twenty-four
and so it seems my friend in the end
the continuance of this green and pleasant land
is in the balance and totally dependent on keeping
a certain breed of bird and Old World monkey on hand
(Dedicated to Anthony Ainley who died May 3, 2004. He and I had something in
common. We were both born on August 20.)
Anthony Ainley was a british actor who starred in Doctor Who.
He starred as Master number two.
He starred in ten episodes from 1981 to 1989.
He was a favorite actor of mine.
He had black hair and a goatee.
He played as an evil character but that was only on TV.
Ainley brought magic to the screen.
He dressed in black and he really did look mean.
Some people prefer Delgado because he was debonaire.
But Ainley gave the audience a bigger scare.
Great entertainment was what he supplied.
We lost a great artist when he died.
His character brought death and disaster.
Ainley was perfect for the part of the Master.
He was a talented person and it's a crime for him to have to leave.
Now that he's gone, we Doctor Who fans will grieve.
Form:
There sat in opulent xanadu, the
demagogue of empirical hedonism,
his granary once fuelled regal reign of epicureanism:
gregarious, restive, much-awaited successor of imperial dominion,
neurotic, obstinate, was the cynosure of cynicism.
The eldest child of Duke and Dutchess of York, erstwhile Prince of Wales,
the proclaimed young heir, stood far from the course of sceptical euphemism;
The heir apparent had a historical encounter with Wallis Warfield Simpson by fatalism,
by wooing Wallis, the royal blood encountered, clangorous cynical criticism.
The resultant mayhem broke, the blue- blood became the bottleneck of idealism;
sagacious, was brooding strategies to be the prototype of unprecedented heroism.
The proclaimed marriage faced vehement oppositions:
encompassing : religious, political, legal and moral objections.
The outright denial to accept Wallis as the king's consort, broke the anticipated rebellion,
Edward's refusal to give her up, led to his final abdication.
When was quite apparent, he could not marry his beloved Simpson,
finally settled to rebuke the throne from etched imperialism as emancipation.
The man of the hour was then entitled "the Duke of Windsor", a transformation stunned the world and wrote an unprecedented statement in chronicle after abdication.
Edward VIII, once epitome of monarchism, became an ideal icon of asceticism.
A sybarite, turned commoner by deserting the successive chair of the british kingdom to wed his ladylove;
a tale of unprecedented impeccable loyalism.
The abdicator's epitaph on Royal Burial Ground, Frogmore,
is still bearing in indelible transcription,
the testimony of an uncustomary love saga of renunciation.
An epoch making transformation, decades have ever witnessed from iconic monarchism to transcendental loyalism:
through unprecedented renouncement
of the bequeathed throne
to array chronicle's unrivalled iconoclasm.
All Rights Reserved © SILPIKA KALITA
Ode To Fish And Chips
So hard to resist if you wanted to try
Fantasies started hours before build to a climax
No one knows but everyone realizes what is to come
Their scent more powerful than any other
It is a power that could never be ignored
Senses expand to take in every experience
Waves of nearly orgasmic energy flows through every cell
Not a word is spoken in expectation of what is to come
Everyone knows and everyone impatiently waits
The sounds of crackling and splashing
Sounds that perk even the worst of imaginations
The heat emitted warms the hearts of young and old
Yet, with that it is the sme lls that drive humans crazy with desire
Suddenly, the ancient wooden doors open
The people push and claw to be the closet to their desire
A smell, a taste, even a look is all they desire
A hand reaches out and, for one person, their life is fulfilled
A bite of their fish and chips
The ones from the small pub prove that the fantasies were true
There is a food of the gods and it is in a small British pub
Down an alley and behind and ancient door
The dream continues
Boccia player Joshua Rowe has Cerebral Palsy,
Comes from Scotland’s Perth, trains in Sterling,
Where there’s first class facilities at their Uni:
He was born on 21st April 1994 totally springing.
When he was thirteen he participated in a camp,
A Scottish Disability Sports Summer Camp hot,
Where he found the sport of boccia - not damp:
He was fast tracked, a place on TeamGB he got.
He won most championships in Scotland straight,
And went on to win the British Championships,
Winning one silver and three bronzes, his gate,
To the Europeans, Worlds, and the Paralympics.
In 2013 he struck gold to win the 2013 Euros,
Which were held in Guimaraes in Portugal;
In the 2014 Worlds he won a bronze to pose,
Then won gold at the Euros 2015, he did all.
Snow showers earlier today December 9th, 2020 yielded negligible accumulation
Though anyone who saw
and/or watched local news would be more wise
the brief flurry of crystalline precipitation
came as a complete surprise,
cuz yours truly prefers
getting strangled courtesy neckties
versus being given spoiler alert
subsequently forced to give reciprocal highfives.
I generally skirt tracking the weather,
nevertheless the missus would pantomime,
née blurts out with glee
meteorological conditions occurring here
out the skies above second Street
within Schwenksville, Pennsylvania.
No rhyme nor reason prevails
necessitating yours truly to hear and/or see
what mother nature doth hold in store
concerning (Delaware, Chester,
and Montgomery) tri county locale
sometimes loosely referred to
as comprising Delaware Valley
a geographical area coterminous with
metropolitan statistical area (MSA)
and broader combined statistical area (CSA),
and composed of counties located in
Southeastern Pennsylvania, South Jersey,
Delaware, and the Eastern Shore of Maryland.
As a lifetime resident - 19473 zip code
regarding aforementioned place name,
I can ofttimes intimate
how the forecast will bode
especially if adequate hours spent outdoors,
more so when yours truly
lived at 3224 Level Road
which less likely as ole man winter
huffs and puffs with braggadocio
rarely ripping, riffing, and riding
piggyback with nor'easter.
Interestingly enough global warming
affected dramatic climate change
during course of mine lifetime,
where Currier and Ives rural
linkedin with good n plenti grange,
where agrarian lifestyle might seem strange
to urban outfitters constituting population.
Truth be told, I fondly remember those days of yore
when countless unbroken acres of greenery
whereat in Arcola a cider mill vestige
of American/British Revolutionary War
perhaps e'en centuries before frequented by troubadour
named Shakespeare, quite sad
to narrate hundreds of years postwar
(meaning that brouhaha incorporating
Declaration of Independence)
long since derelict and sold
possibly by family with surname Knorr,
(methinks his first name Ignoramus nickname Ig)
who strongly exhibited demeanor of Eeyore.
U K minus queen, where All's not as it seems; the crowds Will Gather, there will be much piety and blather, shoulders
To be rubbed, as people dive into the hub-bub at the
Shop restaurant golf club or pub, has something been
Forgotten? that prior was reported ; of ad-nausem top
To bottom, covid nineteen! prevelant on radio TV screen
Of an era with the Queen, remember; don't go getting it '
Is it still on the scene.? Or is just I'm confusing it with
The prevelance of reports on the dying of a queen?
Of course you will not catch it.' Socially if you mourn
The British Queen.! I mean how could a dose of covid
Ever so tasteless be regarded important; next to the wake
Of the reigning queen? So go, out to the highway and
Gather on the strand; wave your flags don black cry on
Others shoulders, in some anti-quarrantine.' And how '