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" You are my heart, my life, my one and only thought."
Quote by _Arthur Conan Doyle
Saw you and it was like we had already met,
our eyes locked and connected;
it was strange and I could not look away,
we realized there was no denying it.
Meeting you in different places over the next days,
realizing you were a wonderful man;
and in my dreams your face is creeping,
perhaps, meeting you was a dream.
Cannot stop thinking or dreaming about you,
and I am sure we are meant to be;
our fate must be written in the stars above,
this is our journey written by God.
When you are near me I am breathless,
lost in a bliss that I have never felt;
and feel our love growing more each day,
pray that you feel it too my love.
Oh, it is written in your eyes when we kiss,
a love so deep and so eternal;
I promise to love you . . . forevermore,
yes, we are written in the stars.
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Holmes, I am enormously elated,
how it all started, may I ask, though somewhat belated.”
“I was working silently solving intricate murder cases,
until Conan Doyle picked me up from many sleuth faces,
narrated my exploits in words of my friend, Dr. Watson,
and since then the limelight upon me was always on”.
“You had been a private detective par excellence,
what was your forte in the profession in essence?”
“I believed in proficiency with careful observation,
used common sense for the methodical deduction,
in order to solve surely the manipulated mystery
I applied logical reasoning, forensic science helped me,
derived rational conclusion before the culprit was gone
and I said to my friend, it’s elementary, dear Watson.”
“You liked to spend time leisurely smoking pipe at home,
you looked dispassionate, what energized you, Mr. Holmes?”
“Whenever I got complex investigations so much hard
to deal with like the ones given to me by the Scotland Yard,
I was excited instantly if these were tough mystery ridden,
discovered within simple evidences the vital clues hidden,
I showed then intentionally the flair of my showmanship
to impress observers my thinking line in me I used to keep.”
“A legendary detective you had made yourself people see,
you were considered an iconic character, do you agree?”
“Solving mysteries for justice to the victims I strived to try,
I was the only one doing this in the Victorian era gone by.
I was happy receiving for my exciting job so much admiration,
live content retired in a farm with beekeeping as occupation.”
(Sherlock Holmes is a fictional detective character created by
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle)
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February 11, 2022
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“Holmes, what is the secret of your glory,
What keeps us thrilled and rapt right to the end?”
“The hook of a swell detective story -
Quite elementary, my modern friend."
“Your methods by deduction, I must tell,
Earned you renown for the most brilliant mind.”
“Crime is common, logic rare, so I dwell
On hidden clues, the suspects leave behind.”
"Some tricky cases racked Scotland Yard's brains,
What would be your best sleuthing card to play?"
"The very truth lies in what still remains,
As slim improbabilities outweigh."
“With such demanding hardcore duty, you
must have pastime of some distinguished type.”
“No doubt, my curious fan, I have a few:
Observations, dear Watson and my pipe.”
“Where are you in the matters of the heart,
The rumor has it, women aren’t your 'thing'?”
“There was but one I held in high regard,
The one, who could plot well as well as sing.”
“With due respect to your uncanny wit,
What’s your advice to those, who murder still?”
“One’s life is not your own, hands off it,
No one is granted a license to kill!”
“Would you please share your most frustrating case?”
“Here, the cold one to my shame and disgrace :
Watson and I once camping at the site,
Turned out to be a very chilled event.
By shrewdly staring at the starry night,
I then deduced that someone stole our tent!
That scurrilous tent thief getting away,
Like Speckled Band still haunts me to this day.”
"Born most revered detective of all times,
Well, Sherlock, what’s the saga of your birth?”
“This basic question, though I solved tough crimes,
You’d ask Sir Conan Doyle for what that’s worth.”
February 5, 2022
Fafhrd, Conan, Tarzan...
They could all beat me in a battle!
But when seeking true love,
I'm the one in the saddle.
But I'm the foolish one,
cause I had a dear love near,
though I took my heart to the internet
where my keystrokes torqued my steer.
In seeking the truest of love,
I was catfished by a foreigner,
and lost everything I knew and loved
where my real dreams swallowed shortener.
My heart is now shattered in a million pieces;
only true love here is covered deep in feces!
Saturday, April 2, 2022
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7/25/21
Until infinity
In any vicinity
Let me put it out there officially
I smoke and drink religiously
Call it the holy trinity
Initially
You'd think it does not mean s*** to me
And that all of it was done deliberately
Don't need your sympathy
Back-up or an infantry
Going to handle it differently
Instead of taking it all literally
This took effort and energy
Listen up Beverly
And Jeffery
A sad tune and melody
No cure or remedy
Every
Century
Continual treachery
Impacting longevity
Lives put in jeopardy
Done in plain sight or with discrepancy
Only thing left is a memory
The cycle going on endlessly
In case you're unaware
Had to start somewhere
I once cared
Now my heart, it's nothing there
People often just stare
Realize real life never was fair
I'd just hide and brush it to the side
I ain't got all the time
Or I'll fall behind
In a world full of crime
I've tried to keep an open mind
Instead of being asinine
Occasionally drinking seltzer with alkaline
Still looking for my valentine
While close and far from power lines
Became friends with a Porcupine
They never tried to undermine
Or made me feel like Frankenstein
Often I'm Jekyll but then I change to Hyde
All this rage inside
Is today the day I die?
Soldier, stand down
Don't be a damn clown
When there's toxic gas around
And in the sky a giant ash cloud
So what if they have doubts
And want to bad mouth
Once again I'm about to black out
All across the homeland
She needs to get with the program
I've been on that Conan
So she can get some romance
Watch me do it with no hands
Another body another toe tag
Like Godzilla against Rodan
Instead of always being so mad
Find a solution by making your own plan
Otherwise it all could go bad
As a boy Charles fished on the Thames riverside
He had a songbird, a dog, but life took a slide
His father got him a dead-end job in a Scottish town
It became a vortex bringing him down.
He got married young, soon nine kids to feed
His job barely paid; how could he get freed?
He illustrated books, still not enough
If you want to restart, in that situation its tough.
He ordered goods on loan, sold them for the bottle
Urge above reason, opened up full throttle.
He raided his kid's money box, he had little choice
The craving was too strong, it suppressed that moral voice.
One night he drank wood varnish, had no money for a drink
Such crazy self-damage drove him over the brink
Got delirium tremens, for months had to crawl
Doors closed behind him, he entered hell hall.
He ended up confined in a mental home.
Hallucinations crept in, much memory gone,
Was he a victim, or would you call it his sin?
Punished beyond justice, then epilepsy did him in.
For Charle's son Arthur, fate made amends
Arthur made his own path; could back out of dead ends
He created "Sherlock Holmes" a story that still has a hold
He wanted more fame for other books, but there he stuck gold.
Maybe Charles too could have made it, was not sealed for doom
Didn't have to have ethanol carve the letters on his tomb
But the craving is strong, drugs modify the brain
Sheer willpower can't take a man off the runaway train.
Near Living Waters a bond is Forged
Gilded Hooves and Wings and Swords,
Feathers of Fire and Light Scintillate Ablaze
I Saddle Up and Ride the High Heavens Way,
Flailing Beams of Radiance, Zion Bound
Upright for the Glory, Upright for the Crown
One with the Bond comes Forth the Golden Man
ARCHETYPE LEGENDARY!!! Swinging Steel like Conan,
Galloping High North propelled by the Wind Force
Solar luminous, Marching Knightly up the High Roads
Divine is the Essence, Blazing Stallions like Bellerophon
Through the Eternal Springs of Life and Beyond,
Sprung Forth by The Calling I'm a Wild Soul
Heroic Sown, Bold, and Sun Born
Gleaming Palladium Shaffron, Cruppers and Crinets
I Ride with PEGASUS, The Greater Self
One by the Lightning, One with the Thunder
Full Speed Ever-Upward, Ever-Onward
At my college graduation
There most likely was a speech,
But my memory of whose it was
Is simply out of reach.
Yet today celebrities can claim
Commencement’s greatest prize –
All those celebrating graduates
To bolster and advise.
Surely Conan, Oprah, Ellen
Would a nifty speech produce
But I envy those who listened
To a talk by Dr. Seuss.
It was many years ago, it’s true
And I just read a part of it
But just as you’d expect,
Some perfect rhyme was at the heart of it.
Had I been there, I can guarantee
That I would recollect
Both the message and his manner
And more words than you’d expect.
But instead, my graduation day
Has faded from my mind,
Though I’ll bet there was some wisdom
That the speaker hoped we’d find.
His sanguine spirit turns every firefly into a star.
—Arthur Conan Doyle
Sky of Fireflies
Might I return to the night, alone,
except for the pitter patter of rain,
except for the thunderbolt of fireworks,
somewhere in the distance, rather
close, yet unattainable, except by foot
or engine roar, through my forest
and over the hill, beyond the houses,
might I return to the night, alone.
On the deck, my extravaganza begins,
beyond my nose, my fingertips, the screen.
In July, a rampant light show, as if
stars rappelled just above the human heart.
This electrifying dominion, quite unexpected.
The earth, moistened and morose. Osmosis
of celebration and outlandish spectacle,
for an audience of one. Oh! How good God is!
Amidst crackles and whistles, the strobes,
of an army of fireflies, light up my backyard.
Curious as Alice, have I fallen into Wonderland?
I have a front row seat sans willows, comets
and Chrysanthemums, but the sky over
my sodden green moss is the epitome
of heaven on earth; His presence in the night.
“Know, oh prince, that between the years when the oceans drank Atlantis and the gleaming cities, and the years of the rise of the Sons of Aryas, there was an Age undreamed of, when shining kingdoms lay spread across the world like blue mantles beneath the stars.”
? Robert E. Howard, The Complete Chronicles of Conan
At times when stressed
I take myself a walk beside the sea
I step into a ‘dreamlike’ world
where I’m the only one ~ just me
The sea she feeds me energy
and lifts my spirits high
Her power is phenomenal
So on this ‘hazy’ summer’s day
a sea fret doth approach
‘Shadowy’ mists surrounding me
I cannot see it feels ‘unreal’
But wait I hear a distant voice
calling out my name
an ephemeral transient tone hath she
‘tis beginning to feel ‘surreal’
As she beckons me towards the sea
this mermaid is she ‘imaginary’
I am drawn to her ~ I feel ‘trancelike’
her golden aura ‘ethereal’
as she takes my hand we cross the sand
and slowly descend
to a place I call friend
it’s Atlantis
my spiritual home
a place I know
a place I go
inside my head
when filled with dread
It calms my soul
It stills my heart
Without her there is no escape
When all around no love just hate
She comforts me and keeps me sane
and welcomes me home time and again
Atlantis is my Shangri La
A magical mythical land afar
Beneath the sea I yearn to be
I’m Pisces ~ dreamy ~ spiritual ~ you see
I return to the sea when she beckons me…
Written 24 May 2021
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