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SHATTERED DREAMS
When I was young and still had dreams, with all my life before me
I dreamt of fame and fortune, where all the world adored me
Perhaps I’d grace the silver screen, the T.V. and the stage
And be acknowledged as the greatest actor of the age.
Or, if I didn’t make it on the screen or on the boards,
I’d be a sporting colossus at Wembley or at Lords.
And, when I got too old for that, I’d be a politician;
I’d quickly work my way up to a prominent position.
I’d be the Leader of the House, run ministries and then
The crowds would wave and cheer me as I entered number ten.
But now I’ve reached maturity, it seems it’s not to be
And public recognition is simply not for me.
No-one’s illegally tapped my ‘phone, my e-mails haven’t been hacked
My wife’s not been photographed down at the gym while her ‘trainer’ massages her back
The tabloids all ignore me; they’ve found nothing to chase me for.
When I peep through the curtains each morning, there’s no paparazzi surrounding my door.
They’ve shown not the slightest interest in the contents of my diary,
And I’ve not been made the subject of any public enquiry.
So now I have to face the fact that fame is not for me
And, when I die I’ll literally – go down in history
25th June 2021
A Broken Person Poetry contest
Sponsor - Faraz Ajmal
Sir Henry Morgan was a privateer,
And a ruthless, mean buccaneer;
Considered a pirate by the Spanish,
He became, in time a millionaire.
Henry was born in Wales to a farmer,
Gaining fame and fortune by valour;
He made a name for himself in Jamaica,
Soon he joined the Navy to become a sailor.
Captain Morgan and his large fleet,
Plundered the coast of Cuba to defeat;
Torturing the residents for their riches,
His ships and men did not know, retreat.
He enriched himself and his crew,
With hundreds of men and many ships too;
They attacked the Spanish Main,
On armed galleons, swiftly they flew.
Life on a wooden ship was not romantic,
Damp and cramped, filthy and botanic;
Pest infested; food spoiled and water reeked,
Sailors died, and some jumped ship, frantic.
He was ordered by Jamaica's Governor,
To return to port as a lawbreaker;
Morgan refused and gathered more ships,
He found the most daring pirates ever.
They set sail to attack Portobello with hopes,
Storming the Fort with ladders and ropes;
Staying for two months gathering and looting,
Collecting wealth, then leaving on their boats.
Morgan continued for years to plunder,
Talking enemy ships and prisoners;
He was finally arrested but found not guilty,
And he was appointed Jamaica's acting Governor.
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August 19, 2015
Rubaiyat
For the contest, A Storm On The Spanish Main, sponsor, Joe Maverick
Second Place
Since we are constantly giving into our lives, we best
be mindful what we give the life we live, because what
we feed our lives will be the life we live; the one that yields
like stalks of corn from the seed we planted into our life.
In being mindful, we give lots of loving care to our lives.
We give far less care to the outside creature comforts of
'Me and Mine', 'Fame and Fortune', 'Pleasure and Prestige'.
We free our lives from the 'over-kill of possessions',
from the massive pursuits of, 'Look at me; I too am a VIP'.
We cherish and nourish the inner life that it may yield
the sweet fruits of selflessness, consideration, and love. We
hunger for the Love of God that enables our love to give back.
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O God and lover of our souls, who loves us more than we love ourselves,
May we thirst, not for things and stuff, but for love like yours that gives.
081922PS
In my life I may as they say
have accomplished a thing or two
but I've not made the mark
I so dearly wished to do
altho' having trod the boards
where mighty giants once stood
the rug was always pulled out
in many a good neighbourhood
never had it made in the shade
fame and fortune eluded me
a one-man band on parade
anonymity included me
sailing off into the sunset
is not quite the right thing to do
nor is going down with the ship
in the yonder wild blue
and yet if my get up and go
has not got up and gone
I'd like once more to bring it on
before fading away into oblivion
Fabulous fame and fortune would be your attainment
as you became a household name in entertainment.
We would see you on television five days a week.
Your pleasant voice and demeanor is what we would seek.
For years from Cleveland, LA, and Philadelphia,
the stars appearing on your show were a plethora.
You did the voice of Prince Charming in Cinderella.
You were great when you sang with Kay Kyser’s orchestra.
The hit songs you had included “Ole Buttermilk Sky”.
“The Men In My Little Girl’s Life” took your fame quite high.
Things you did with your show were a great accomplishment.
Everyone missed you when you went into retirement.
On this sad occasion, the angels took you away.
You left us on the earth on your eighty-first birthday.
Ratings War
By Odin Roark
His trembling fingers press remote buttons
Finally pausing on…
The News Channel.
Breaking News – Many dead.
As ordered by chests of ribbons and medals,
Faces covered by executioner masks,
Crusaders of jihadist-style black gowns
Man’s all-encompassing human ant hill
Frantic with hate and holiness.
The Feel Good Channel
A stoic President speaking reprisals,
The ghost-piloted drones
The magic answer to hostilities.
The Re-Run Channel
His despondent fingers traverse his face
Where annals of imbedded scars pulsate,
Like shrapnel shards once removed,
Repressed memories refusing to die,
Reminders that combat remains forever alive.
The History Channel
So many mirrored yesterdays,
Smiling neighbors once happy like him,
Knowing all too well how history truly repeats itself,
Its legacy forever ready to lick the corners of its bloody lips,
Even when there is no blood…temporarily.
The Pay-Per-View Channel
Battling for fame and fortune,
Caged bare-fisted men and women
Pounding one another in between hungry kisses,
Ripping off each other’s clothes
As hordes of spectators scream “Get it on!
Get it on!”
The Dark Channel
His finger presses the final button.
Inviting the opaque screen of assurance,
That super natural attestation,
Where without sound,
Picture,
Or Network Sweeps,
Heaven is always an offering,
That other make-believe promise of peace,
Forever vying for ratings.
He dozes off.
Compared to billions...
I am but one striving to maintain
The many millions
How is my one existence to remain?
Fame and fortune got the better of us
Wanting and needing to be loved
To the millions of social outcast
To a finality of a one to yet serve
Does it take a million to make one?
A one amongst us with superiority
Simply of games we foolishly hunt
When everything to believe is led to security
No one cares... really
Did anyone ever really helped?
Death to finance someone finally
Or is it the commoners to have as pelt?
Everyone wants to be the one
One to who really?
Manipulating humans we hunt
We are existing... honestly
"Every struggle in my life has been a lesson and made me stronger."
~Constance La France.
I think I am going out of style--
Outdated and outworn,
Life outran me;
But I had my days in the sun,
I had my fun.
It's time to lay back and relax
and reminisce about the days gone by.
I had the highest aspirations,
I had the sturdiest hopes
and I did the very best I knew how.
I had my ups and downs,
Maybe a few more misses and falls
then I now care to recall,
I did not build any Rome
Nor ever aspired for
a scepter or a throne,
Chasing ideals, weaving dreams,
Wooing fame and fortune
was just not me.
I was one of the flock,
Beset with doubts and fears
I went with the flow.
I broke hearts some —
Didn't mend many,
I wronged some —
Didn't amend any.
No matter how often
I now turn back and look,
I see that I lived life the way
it was laid out for me.
I did my deeds without many
applause or rewards received
I fulfilled my lease
and now retreat in peace!
Quote #1 - Inspiration with a theme of - Introspection
~11/18/22
~Contest: "V" Form
~Sponsor: Constance La France
Many are the boyhood fantasies gazing into a cozy winter's blaze,
Or watching vagabond clouds scudding on lazy summer days,
Or in deep reverie with glazed eyes holding his fishing pole,
As he idles away a summer afternoon at his favorite fishing hole!
Building myriad model airplanes from tissue paper and balsa wood,
Dreaming of becoming the ace of aces, oh, if he only could!
Lying in bed hearing the plaintive whistle of the midnight freight;
Engineering that huffing, chuffing monster - wouldn't that be great!
Yearning desperately be a gallant soldier defending his nation.
Maybe even becoming a famous general receiving great adulation.
Perhaps a humble pastor ministering to his beloved flock,
Or a famous scientist finding cures for rare diseases to unlock!
Oh, to become a winning Indy five-hundred mile race driver,
Or explore the ocean depths as a daring deep-sea diver.
"Do you suppose", he muses, "that I could become a movie star,
Or strum my way to fame and fortune on the classical guitar?"
A notion is joining the circus to become a trainer of wild beasts.
Possibly a renowned chef preparing tasty delights for exotic feasts.
Ah, so many things he aspires as he ponders his many visions!
Dream on lad - you've plenty of time for weighing your decisions!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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as i go through this life staying focused on my goals
hoping that i don't lose sight and keep an eye on my soul
may i never sell it,or put it up for grabs
just to get fame and fortune which really don't last
how can one measure happiness? i really don't know
if you have no direction which way can u go?
life can be tricky it often throws curves
sometimes it's with actions sometimes it's with words
i observe daily what goes on in this life
though everyday i struggle,just trying to get it right
what more can i say is the question i ask
as long as lessons are learned from things of the past