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Roads and Romans
Poem 1 Roads
Poem 2 Romans
Two poems by Bev Smith and Arthur Vaso
Form: Double Inverted Verse
Please read the poem “Roads” by Bev Smith first!
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/roads_672480
In fact the best way to read these poems are side by side.
Romans
As our journey begins
We never look back
Roman soldiers march only forward
To
New worlds and conquered lands
We travel with
Swords and hearts
Naively believing
Both are needed
To feed our lies
We learned
Lessons of greed and condescension
Others wept
As we flaunt our power
Yet we gave back many good deeds
Laws and roads
Wine and dreams
Truth or deceptions
We haunted them all
Saddled with civilization
We gave culture and art
Yet I the soldier still wonder
The right of our cause
Taking these tranquil moments
So that I gaze back to our past
Confirmations abound
On balance we advanced our faith
To better this precarious world
To discover life’s heartbeat
Every road we marched
We advanced the human cause
We seek
To expand
The Roman Empire
For Bloody Caesar
Triumphty Truevity
David* prevailed as champ
over gigantic reign
by the Lord’s might.
Shepherd boy vanquished foe
superpowerfully
trusting God with his faith
to kingship height.
Failury Fitfury
Goliath midst great pride
met death through kid’s sling stone
he belittled.
Humiliating downfall
megabraggadoccio
had no match with Saviour
when embattled.
*1Samuel 17:45 Then said David to the Philistine, Thou comest to me with a sword, and with a spear, and with a shield: but I come to thee in the name of the LORD of hosts, the God of the armies of Israel, whom thou hast defied.
December 31, 2020
3rd place, "Double Dactyl" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by William Kekaula; judged on 3/5/2021.
My humble tribute to a great personality:
When India won freedom, he did not attend the celebration, rather he was on road helping all, trying to end communal violence. He said how can I celebrate when so many are in distress.
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Aagadhi Bagadhi
Mahatma Gandhiji
was loved by countrymen
for his good deeds.
He lead life practicing
spirituality
as laid out in scriptures
and had no greed.
Cagadhi Dagadhi
Mahatma Gandhiji
was feared by Britishers
for all loved him.
He always lived life of
admirability
like a poor and like them
he had no whim.
Eagadhi Fagadhi
Mahatma Gandhiji
fought with high principles,
Govt felt helpless.
Such was his heart touching
emotionality
that he worked tirelessly
serving helpless
Gagadhi Hagadhi
Mahatma Gandhiji
was idealistic
with willpower
He never aspired for
materialistic
possession, position,
any power
Igadhi Jagadhi
Mahatma Gandhiji
believed that we should teach
through our actions
He was never caught with
uncharacteristic
display of violence
Or bad actions
Kagadhi Lagadhi
Mahatma Gandhiji
could not bear to see sad
face of people.
He spoke truth, was never
sensationalistic
while giving speeches to
country people.
Magadhi Nagadhi
Mahatma Gandhiji
strived for happiness,
freedom for all.
Professional lawyer,
academically
brilliant, he sincerely
strived for all.
Oagadhi Pagadhi
Mahatma Gandhiji
wanted to give all his
people freedom.
He took upon self the
responsibility
and India regained
back her freedom.
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Dated : 31st Jan 2021
Written for Double dactyl contest by William Kekaula
Syllable count checked at poetry soup syllable counter.
Hurgle-y, Gurgle-y
Gastrointestinal
Silly sounds stomachs make:
Borborgymi!
Reflux and GERD both see
Hyperacidity,
Heartburn and stomach aches:
More Tums for me!
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Note to self: Double Dactyl, somewhat akin to a limerick… A dactyl is a three syllable word with the emphasis on the first syllable.
This one opens with a nonsense double dactyl, then must use a 6 syllable word on line 2, then another double dactyl, closing out with a dactyl + 1.
A second stanza has the same format. The two stanzas are to be related, and their 4th lines should rhyme.
I'm a little unclear on the naming convention, so I phrased it as something that could be answered by reading the two stanzas
So that’s my first effort, not terribly sure if it was successful...
Roller skates
Roll smooth
In circles and orbited figure eights
Gliding great with the rhythmic moves
So quick
So slow
So cool
Ice skate
Aerodynamically
On icy floors slick and wet
A ballet on a frozen slough
Beautiful blades
Upon delicate
Crystal blue
Rumbling wheels
Radioactively
Alive with pumping legs that reel
Forcing friction like a mad banshee
Athletically willed
Heart rate
Speed kills
January 15, 2020
Double Dactyl Poetry Contest
Sponsored by William Kekaula
Extraordinarily
sterling law pedigree
Jackson, Ketanji Brown's
confirmation went down:
no ugly fight.
Ology, Elegy
What's this fresh hell I see?
Lenient sentencing,
can't define womanhood,
natural rights.
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Name ordered based on meter only: dactyl, dactyl
As an answer to a written question, Jackson wrote, "I do not hold a position on whether individuals possess natural rights." In a country where our Declaration of Independence reads, "“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed, by their Creator, with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness," that answer alone should have been grounds for disqualification, but SCOTUS has become entirely political.
Further, she would not provide a definition for a woman, indicating that "she was not a biologist."
I have no issue with her race or her sex. We have a black man and several woman justices. No issues there whatsoever!!! Not supporting a common understanding of natural rights is disqualifying, IMHO, but congrats to her, she's confirmed. Elections have consequences.
Just calling 'em like I see 'em...
When I was younger and thought of old age
Thought we all became senile at this elderly stage
It appears I was wrong, I can still go potty
And able to dress this tired old body
Try as I might, I don't see very well
And my wobbly old legs are as shaky as hell
Sometimes my words come out like a squeak
Other times I whistle when trying to speak
Have a secret my young whipper snappers
It's as good as it gets except for my bladder
It seems to be constantly wanting attention
I don't have a problem with pee retention
So now that I've told you what to expect
I must tell you all it's as good as it gets
Enjoy your youth cause it's downhill from here
You'll soon be old and decrepit I fear
Angel’s sing a chorus from cloisters that echo lustful cries of love
While lovers drink in glances, passion turns to intimate desires
With trembling limbs they move, eager to entwine
Showing signs of hunger, in eagerness they thirst
Like a fine wine, they gingerly sip the taste of their sins
Soon to be committed
The Parish priest would be shocked at the debauchery
Yet why do the angels sing in unison?
The passion of love and life is the angel’s glory
A choir sings from above, at the happiness below
The coupling of spirits and raw desire
Gods design a miracle
To be celebrated
Note: This is a collaboration with Mystic Rose, and what a pleasure it was!!!!
Squickleby Pickleby
Nicholas Nickleby
loses his Father and
feels quite forlorn.
Ralph his tight uncle a
disciplinarian
mean to the marrow
regards him with scorn.
Nicholas, penniless
uncompromisingly
works as a master where
boys take the flack.
Nickleby fears for the
safety of orphans there
rescues a cripple and
never looks back.
Granted this ending is
unsatisfactory
Dickens had plenty more
meat to this tale.
So to all readers I
send my apologies;
These double dactyls are
tricky travail.
01.01.2021
Based on the novel 'Nicholas Nickleby' by Charles Dickens
Double Dactyl (Win For Paid Membership) Poetry Contest
Sponsor : William Kekaula
Beaverish, feverish
hot Mrs. Cleaver wished
that her affair had not
given her clap.
Fast Eddie Haskell, her
boy-toy, that rascal, his
transmissibility
claims were all crap.
“Tickle me, pickle me,
say it’s not true, for if
you have the clap then I
must have it too!”
Doctors prescribed her some
anti-microbials,
Ward soon found out that she
had been untrue.
Beaver was curious,
Ward was so furious,
fake news of Eddie’s lewd
films made him snap.
“June, you’re so sensible,
incomprehensible,
that you could fall for that
con-artist’s crap!”
Friskiness, riskiness,
ratings were rising, but
not so surprising they
cancelled the show.
Frightened by content too
radiological,
sponsors said “Beaver” was
not apropos.