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To look upon your countenance is all that I desire
To sit with you and hold your hand by this red winter fire
But you are now so far away,I do not recognise
Those features dear to me and your deep blue eyes.
You had a merry cheerful soul and loved all your friends
You may have loved your enemies,to wit I'll not descend.
I heard your voice one morning late,I heard you clear your throat.
I hastened down the stairs and found that old brown winter coat.
I put the coat near to me and felt salt tears slip down
They ran across my face and dripped onto that old coat brown
The memories seem too few,my dear,though we had happy times.
And now I must be going and I'll finish off this rhyme.
So many years a part of me,the hole with sorrow filled.
I'll sit and gaze at these bare trees until my heart is stilled
Goodbye,goodbye , goodbye my love my dearest one.
I'll try to start my life again,accepting that you're gone.
The Jiggle Pants Dance
Here’s a dance that ought to be
picked up very easily -
one that those with two left feet
can learn and never miss a beat.
The first move that you have to know
you have to do twice in a row.
Sideways step and as you go
to the right, your left foot follows.
Step-together, step-together.
Put a sexy glide into it.
Let your hips move rhythmically.
Next sideways left you have to go.
Step together, step together.
Even Uncle Joe can do it.
Simply let your body flow.
Next you do a little kick.
With your left leg, cross kick right.
You must do it very quick.
Then cross-kick right foot to the left.
Step together, step together.
First go right. Then go left.
Next pivot round yourself full circle
To the right, pivot pivot.
Cross kick two times to the right.
Pivot next time to the left.
Pivot - pivot, cross-kick two times to the left.
Finally you’re ready for
your finest move out on the floor.
Lean right and let your top get jiggy.
Shimmy shimmy shimmy shimmy.
Do it more than twice per beat.
Then lean left. Repeat, repeat.
Now stand and wiggle both your hips.
Don’t just wiggle, Let them shimmy.
In your pants you’ll feel the jiggle.
Faster, faster, Uncle Jimmy!
Shimmy shimmy shimmy shimmy
Let yourself go loose on top.
Then those hips – give them a chance.
Shimmy shimmy, jiggy jiggy.
Finish off with Hop hop hop!
Feel that jiggle in your pants;
if you do not want to stop,
face east and do the dance again.
Do it from the very start.
Then face south repeating all.
Then again but facing west.
Four times done, you’ll be your best.
One last thing, you have to giggle
if you do the jiggle pants dance.
May 31, 2018 for Brenda Chiri's A New Dance Explained Poetry Contest
I love to keep a low profile
And avoid the limelight
Flamboyance is not my style
I’m fiercely loyal, fair and giving
Looking for ways to please loved ones
By subtle random acts of kindness
I wish I could grace the whole world
With melodious joyful entertainment
I even bought a piano once
Because I wanted so to learn
Only to discover as much as I love music
I don’t have one musical bone in me
I dream of leaving behind a legacy
Born of some creative bit of me
I’m struggling 'cause I just don’t know
If I’ll run out of time to finish off
Everything I’ve sketched and planned~
I dream to leave the world more beautiful
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~TO BE YOUNG AGAIN~ 2023
AP: 2nd place 2023
When the world watches on wondering what is going on
Looking for the answers written in the lines of your song
Liken to the blind leading the blind, who is following who
And those who can see coming forward for a better view
I’m stood at this cross-roads wondering which way to go
With God pointing upwards and the Devil pointing below
Wisdom tells me the grass isn’t greener on the other side
Taking the low roads only leaves you crossing rivers wide
The higher roads are more lonely and takes on you its toil
With sleeping under the stars, and your feet upon the soil
Where only the persistent are prepared to follow your trail
Like if you were on a mission, to search for that Holy Grail
I ain’t looking at the ones behind me, only the ones ahead
Who have learned their life lessons, and already prepared
To finish off our final learning journey of this forsaken life
Clean our souls of demons that live inside us, that are rife
Before making our final journey back, with an inner peace
Where onto others, only better times, we can then release
Maybe it won't be drugs that have the final say,
Or the gangs,
Terrorism will struggle to do it,
It may not even be the battle of the sexes,
Or the loss of the cop on the beat,
The generation gap,
Or Corporate greed,
I doubt if even being time poor,
Or homelessness will do it,
Gambling will not do it,
Or any of the usual vices,
Corrupt politicians may give it a go,
But it is none of these that will finish off our once proud communities,
As money in the right hands can lessen the effect of all of these.
Something more sinister is happening daily in every community across the land,
The fate of our communities is now in the hand of individuals,
Who fight for no cause,
Have no axe to wield,
No desperate need,
Do not target any specific group,
Owe no allegiance to anyone else.
They keep pushing up insurance costs,
Can bring down banking institutions,
Don't seem to have a conscience,
As they knowingly drive some to suicide.
Making them difficult to reform.
These oh so innocent looking fraudsters,
Who are sucking the life blood out of our communities,
These parasites who siphon off money,
That is desperately needed to save lives,
And rebuild shattered communities.
Scattering that money to the four corners of the world.
And if caught paying it back on the never-never plan,
All the while sitting at home in their trusted house,
And laughing at us.
How can we fight this threat?
I can only see one ray of hope,
If one can, just occasionally stay in touch with family,
Visit the sick and lonely,
And limit the need for them to accept aid and false hope,
From those who seek to exploit,
Preventing them from developing, a taste for easy money,
And the thrill of the game,
The stench of which will hang over,
Our communities for many lifetimes.
My girlfriend's coming over
And I'm looking to impress
Thought I'd whip us up some dinner
So there's no time to regress
I drove a couple of miles
To the local grocery store
Grabbed everything I needed
And then rushed right out the door
I got back to my kitchen
And broke out my pots and pans
Wrapped the filet mignon in bacon
And secured with metal bands
I've been cooking all my life
And I love it to this day
A master in the kitchen
Like Iron Chef Bobby Flay
At the stroke of seven thirty
I heard a knocking at my door
She came in looking like a Queen
Wearing a smile and not much more
After a hug and sloppy kiss
I then took her by the hand
We sat down at the table
And our dinner then began
To enhance the steak filet
I sauteed a little shallot
Like a taste dropped from Heaven
So exquisite on the palate
More than halfway through the meal
We were both just feeling fine
It may have been the food
Or our second glass of wine
Then to finish off our dinner
With a final bit of YUM
I made Bananas Foster
And flambeed it with some rum
The expression on her face
Was a look of sheer delight
The last thing on the menu
Will be sweet sweet love tonight
There are moments in time
Where a comment so profound
Is uttered without thought to the potential
Of its ripple effects - future bound.
If we are introduced to such a quote
At precisely the right time,
We feel something open within ourselves.
Such inspiration can feel divine.
If you feel defeated, depleted of joy
And it seems failure awaits.
Remember this wise old Proverb,
"Fall seven times and stand up eight."
A Latin Proverb to follow
To rouse the inner strength you know is yours,
Don't give up like all is lost,
"If the wind will not serve, take the oars."
We mustn't stay down.
We can't stay stranded on a boat.
In life we have to battle
To keep ourselves afloat.
"Life is 10 percent of what happens to me and
90 percent of how I react to it." Charles Swindoll
This inspirational quote empowers us.
It reminds us of our control.
"Nothing is impossible,' Audrey Hepburn said
'The word itself says, "I'm possible!" "
So however huge our climb might feel,
Deep down, we know we're capable!
Christopher Columbus was a person brave,
For he knew not what was in store.
"You can never cross the ocean until you have
The courage to lose sight of the shore."...
Just pondering these very thoughts,
Amongst so many they are few,
Can motivate us if we feel trapped
Or unsure of what to do.
So friends, I finish off my list
With a little quote from me...
"Soldier on with self belief
And you will gain your victory!"
from the everlasting scrap yard of common decency
and the slaughter fields of raging battles never won
the stench of broken values rises in foul smelling loss
perfumed no doubt by the false values and belief of
glory fame power and victories of raging belligerence
for one goal or other and the wasteland of abasement
the cemetery has long been closed for overpopulation
instead landfill sites have replaced ceremonial plight
because remembering might cast a shadow of doubt
lest we forget the tragic blood shed and mutilations
foot soldiers and money lusting collaborators alike
would stand a chance of wielding humanity instead
of the overwhelming desire to kill execute and maim
dumping grounds and hazardous waste dumps have
replaced ceremonial remembrance of defeated trust
in humanity butchered on the killing fields forever more
worms devour shattered bones and vacant skulls’ remains
finish off what history buries in its toxic suffocating void
with only a few widows gazing at weeds and wilting poppies
orphans of wealth scramble at the surface and gather tears
that slide like slime and splattered brains down to their hearts
draped in rags the hungry vagrants have lost their appetite
while the grim reaper belches in flatulent satisfied reward
they tie a white flag so innocent that it remains invisible
chant a cacophonous melody as they inhale a final whiff
their loved ones died in vain and are unwilling to applaud
their henchmen and woman who cast their sword for death
and vitriol of marching onwards until ultimate surrender
but in tune to their own souls and deeply rooted disgust
they dig up the remains of sacrificed friends and former foes
gather in candlelight vigils and refuse to not fight for light
08th March 2021
(Note: This is the introduction of a poem story I'm writing. This serves as the introduction to the key characters. The picture is hazy right now, but as time progresses, the characters will change from blurry images to distinct portraits. Will they live? Will they die? Only time will tell....)
A Night Of Demons -inceptum-
1
A little child looks up at the sky,
And sees the moon.
A buzzing fills the air,
So she pulls out her cell phone.
A message awaits:
You are going to die.
She's an innocent girl
in a world full of demons.
Her name is Alice,
and she's afraid.
2
The bus makes its last stop
on the corner of Brambleton.
A tired young man stands up,
and almost falls.
He notices words etched into the seat:
You are going to die.
He's just a simple man
in a world full of demons.
His name is Hank,
and he's afraid.
3
The last of the dishes are put away,
and she collapses to the floor.
Her back is acting up once more.
She notices a flash card,
and there is something written:
You are going to die.
She's just a motherly housewife
in a world full of demons.
Her name is Ashley,
and she's afraid.
4
Music blares in a pair of headphones,
and a boy rides a skateboard across a busy intersection.
He narrowly avoids getting hit.
As he falls, a billboard catches his eye.
He notices large yellow words:
You are going to die.
He's just a high school student
in a world full of demons.
His name is Darnell,
and he's afraid.
5
The final boss in a long Japanese RPG awaits,
and at long last he'll finish off the 100 hour game.
If only he could avoid the instant death magic,
maybe he wouldn't get a Game Over.
But he can't, and the game flashes the following message:
You are going to die.
He's just a video gamer
in a world full of demons.
His name is Jack,
and he's afraid.
6
The world is slowly falling apart
Most simply do not notice
a shadow watching the night.
A foul wind whispers in the Shadow's ear
the message of a demon:
They are going to die.
It's just a sinister shadow
in a world full of demons.
It goes by Joker,
and it's not afraid.
We all knew Jack or someone like him,
But we thought time had passed by him,
We even sang the odd hymn,
To mark the passing on of him.
But alas he has returned to carry on where he left off
Knowing every job the ins and outs of.
That others could not finish off,
Despite many views to the contrary of,
By those cleaning up after he had moved off,
To tell others what he never knew the half of.
I came across him the other day,
And he still had the same old things to say,
About how others did not know how to work with clay,
Or who should have right of way,
And that he was able to bring what was needed into play,
Faster than I could say,
I'm finished for the day.
Now he has a family of his own,
For us to bemoan.