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A most remarkable parish spire! and, widely acknowledged as
Just such...constantly commented upon being seen for the
Very first time.
Pressed into the church's soft sandstone walls, the shallow
Indentations from ball and shot left over from when the
Roundheads had came this way;
The Royalists did determine to fight to the last man...
Or so it was, reportedly, thus contendend.
The sky above as hollow as a cathedral's resounding dome; and
Possessing a sort of wild, uncharted immensity...
And not a bird singing...not a single bird in flight.
A strangely discomforting sunshine began to gently filter
Through the moitionless leaves on the already limp branches
Of the pale trees;
Spots of sunlight dappling the pavements and roadway,
Lying patiently underneath, with a hesitancy akin to
Reluctant rain.
Pausing in Sainsbury's carpark, I half turned:-
The slow, dulled, monotonous clanging of the grieving bell
As it relentlessly mourned the passing of it's beloved Queen.
People moving about me with measured deliberation as if on
Stage acting a part in a Victorian Drawing-room play.
Cars and vans drove more slowly...perhaps they were compelled
To do so by sudden divine intervention? ...or an inexplicable
Sense of spiritual duty?
Some great, unseen, all-powerful white God who had visted
Each of them in their dreams and threatened one and all with
Terrible retribution...and quite rightly so to my way of
Thinking.
And still the sobbing bell tolled...for it was determined to
Command this sombre day.
Disparate, she commented,
The word reverberating
As fond music, with pleasant
Measures and tingly tones --
And should we not be open
To others’ voices, divergence of
Thinking? As with clear-eyed
And blinking, a look-see is worth
The now, hoping, anticipated
Enlivened journey of daring
Vistas, elongated dimensions --
Spirit/mind ever on the hunt for
Spirit/source – life is a series
Of Lost And Founds...squares
Seeking their counterpart rounds --
Not diametrically opposed, just
Points and edges making intriguing
Bounds – but never a harmony all
Quaking Spheres. Simply enjoying
A unique volume of eyes, noses, voices
And pert little ears.
Luckless vessel plucked from the surface;
sucked into uncharted fathoms.
Relentless, roiling vortex
consumes all evidence.
Sated, exhausted,
swirling eddy
dissipates.
All is
calm.
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31 August 2017 (this version)
For the "First Poem" contest sponsored by Kim Rodrigues.
(2nd Place)
Notes for contest:
I joined Poetry Soup a few years ago and posted this as my first entry.
Reading back on it now, I am still pleased with its imagery and the message held within; how even the largest, most powerful man-made vessel becomes infinitesimal and completely helpless in the face of Nature's wrath.
I feel the poem flows with a nice rhythm and, as one kind 'Souper commented, the shape of the Nonet form almost replicates that of the subject matter - subconscious intent or happy coincidence…?
Poetry Soup has been instrumental in boosting my confidence and maintaining my output. The member-run contests provide continual motivation, whilst the kind and supportive comments from fellow 'Soupers are nothing less than inspirational. I thank you all.
The simple truths I believe to be so are
That personality gains respect for social status
That personality gains respect for sexual orientation,
That personality gains respect for ones color,
That personality gains respect for ones views on life.
The evidence that it is so,
Is written on the faces of those who choose friends whose social status,
Sexual orientation, color and way of living,
Are so very different than their own.
So, yes I believe it to be so,
You may choose other reasons why these friendships thrive against all odds,
And all attempts to break the bonds of friendships so made.
But the fact is they do.
And it is only the very worst among us who do not respect at least one,
Whose social status, sexual orientation, color or way of living,
Is so far removed from their own.
Surely the more we acknowledge the validity of these simple truths,
And let our personality be the key to our acceptance,
The more we will find being different than others is not such a big deal,
And the world will be a safer and happier place to live in.
It is already so for me,
My difference was a birth mark,
That few even tended to notice or comment on,
Yet others with birthmarks seemed to have them noticed and commented on All the time.
So, yes I believe these simple truths to be so.
We are all unique in one way or another,
And it is right that it is so.
The soups and breads were fixed
know seemed to have interest
In that. One commented that the
Chickens used in the soup were as
big as geese, naming one kingKong.
Garlic and margine was used with
Garden herbs to create the croutons.
He would be a one man ed gang to
complete all the tasks still needed to
be done before the party goers arrived.
She like using terms for the chores
which were incomplete and offered to
do them herself, Fee-end she spoke of the
staff lacking to clean both softshelled crabs
and the softshelled crayfish. They should be
I ed of put in the frig she said.
Leaving the crew of one puzzled. A hall of fame
to the genius who invents a robot who isn't afraid
of my tongue lashing. Until the both you and I are
are at best the seasoning of which is to follow.
The need to be on time and prudent.
Around 2004,
my family and I started
going on vacations to Erie
twice a summer.
Accompanying us on these excursions
were the Jenkinses--
family friends who were more like actual family.
In addition to our typical week at the beach,
they joined us for a sneak peek weekend
earlier in the summer
where we stayed at a hotel by the airport.
We'd sit on the lawn,
watching planes,
us kids running around,
the adults drinking beer.
The outside pool was
our home.
Cole & I would jump into
the deep end ad infinitum,
never ceasing to find the utmost joy
in so simple an act.
He commented on the blonde
strands of hair on my head,
I lied and said that was my natural color--
just wanted to be blonde.
But now the hotel is relegated only to memory;
the long, entrance hallway;
breakfast area where I burnt my mouth
by sipping hot chocolate
through a straw,
like a dumbass,
in 2005.
Tree branches spread over the sky
Birds flitting about here and there
The sun beaming low in the sky
The sounds of Spring in the air
We walked through the woods without a care
A face beckoned a smile
We felt quite at ease
A woman with a heart warming smile and such beautiful caring eyes
Her long dark hair feeling the breeze
We walked past where she had sat down
She commented on the Sun's rays lighting the house
We nodded appreciation as we looked and agreed
Surrounded by rolling hills of green, it looked like the Jewel of the crown
She wished us well on our way
We carried on our walk to the house
As we walked through the rooms in the house
An old lady guide saw as we stared from a window over the grounds
She said that's where the lady would sit watching the Suns Ray's lighting the woods and the hills
We could see why she would find some peace and happiness, such beauty, such magnificence without compare
As we talked in the next room she presented a portrait of a lady on a seat looking down at the house with pale skin and dark hair.
We stood amazed, totally confounded!
The lady in the portrait was the lady we had just met in the grounds.
Today’s winds acting tough
Arguing with the ocean waves getting rough
“What is this stuff?
Enough Enough!!”
Man commented on the land
About the natural fan
“Would you chill?
Doing this at will?”
But the whirling
Kept swirling
“Are you done up there?
In the air”
Man wanted the truth
Before something rips off the roof
This was a feud
That was really rude
Feeling the bite
Seas looking angry in this fight
Rocking a boat
Trying to stay afloat
On the sidelines were the clouds
Hearing invisible obnoxious sounds
Shining the spot light
That was yellow and bright
On this day not even fit to fly a kite
“You are so out of control
Being so bold
Thinking you just can scold”
Man exclaimed about the flying cold
It was a debate that started from above
Pelting its point closing its hand wearing a glove
Cooling the summer heated love
Freezing the peaceful dove
“This bitterness has to end
Come to closure with what you defend”
Man hollered
Under his collar
Then she came along
Asked, “What is wrong?
What is with all this fuss?
Is it a must?
Having all these gusts?”
After the elements had a listen
Stillness projected an image that glistened
And Mother Nature fulfilled her daily mission
Soothing a savage beast
To say the least
While man took it in stride
Watched the simmering tides
Realizing the surf
Defended its turf
“Honey it doesn’t matter where it blows,”
She said since the lady knows
When to let it go
Sleeping beauty slept for a long time
A hundred years in all and woke up fine
Who’d not with a kiss
From the luscious lips
Of a prince who looked simply divine.
She wondered why everything had changed
All cherished things had been rearranged
Ladies wore strange dresses
Had re-styled tresses
It wasn’t the home she’d known on the range.
* * *
Cinderella’s sisters were both green eyed
Cindy’s a beauty, it can’t be denied
They wished that she was gone
So their hearts would be won
No chance, as they’d both make an ugly bride.
When the prince came by bearing a glass shoe
The sisters thought he’d choose one of the two
But what a big shock
The both of them got
Cinder’s foot fitted and they cried boo-hoo.
* * *
Contrary Mary grew flowers galore
They made her sneeze lots, and her nose sore
Every ah-tissue
Became an issue
When the family couldn’t sleep, for her snore.
They decided to get themselves ear plugs
It didn’t work, as they had no such luck
She grunted and groaned
And loudly she moaned
So they gave up, and slept out in their truck.
* * *
Peppa pig had a taste for liquorice
Ate it all day long, until he felt sick
It ruined his teeth
Till he couldn’t eat
Poor Peppa pig went as thin as a stick.
He went along to see the pig dentist
Who said his teeth had to be cemented
It took all day long
To right the pig’s wrong
No more liquorice, dentist commented.
* * *
When Humpty Dumpty got himself a fix
He promised not to get up to his tricks
Not sit on a wall
Never have a fall
And to always walk with a pair of sticks.
That did not work as the sticks took a slip
Had another big fall and broke a hip
He got patched up fine
Then joined a dance line
And poor old Humpty ended up in bits.
* * *
The color BLUE looked at the open sky and said,
"I'm okay with others, but you were made for me".
The color BROWN observed all around and commented,
"What remains of the water and greenery is meant for me.
You find me on the ground you walk on; the mountains you climb".
In addition, she said, "I am she who paints the foliage of Fall".
Striped from trees in the heart of Winter and cold as ice,
the color of GREEN uttered passionately, "Yes, I went away,
but I am still breathing, and come next Spring you shall clearly
see me arise and shine, convincing all that indeed, I am alive".
Lastly, the color ORANGE stood erect and demanded an audience.
She said, "Forget me not, for I am locked into the sun and moon.
Have you ever stared at my effect upon a rainbow in the watery canopy?
And my sunset hues are overwhelming enough to take one's breath away".