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...In the capital a great feast was thrown
to welcome Larren back from the frontier.
Minstrels sang songs of his victories,
while they ate venison and drank beer,
the whole city thronged with good cheer.
But Larren was subdued in the feasting hall,
his betrothed sat across from him, haughty and tall.
Her name was Berice, a princess of the south,
quiet pretty but not the kindest around.
Her tongue was sharp, her manner aloof,
both in bed chambers and tournament grounds,
Sse saw this marriage as a great step down.
But Larren had a duty, and they were wed,
and went, cold and distant, to the marital bed.
Though the king praised this noble pairing,
and so did his great heir, the crown prince,
Larren found his wife a drain on his soul,
and hard to bear, ever for short stints,
of true affection, she showed not a hint.
She took to his bed only at fertile times,
to bear him an heir, with no love in her eyes.
To make matters worse, by the first month’s end
Great King Rael was beginning to flag.
A fever set in, yellow came to his eyes,
and his breath in great rasps did drag,
Larren spent weeks by the bedside of his dad.
When he passed on, Crown Prince Duhran rose,
he made Larren chief general, the bane of his foes.
Five months passed, and Larren’s misery grew,
no accolades or awards could assuage
the loneliness he felt, the true lack of love
sometimes drove him quite close to rage,
he began to look older than his age.
His brother, the king, said,”Take a mistress,”
Larren couldn’t say he’d already had the best…
Then a new foe arose in the far west,
encouraged by the death of King Rael.
They besieged the citadel Larren had held,
and committed crimes that were beyond the pale,
rape and slavery were their grisly tales.
Duhran sent Larren with all of the troops
to smash the heathen invaders for good.
Larren arrived, somewhat glad to be gone,
back doing something he knew quite well.
Gladder still was her to be free of his wife,
Though to others this truth would not tell,
not when battle raged at the citadel.
Once on the scene her surveyed the siege,
then lined up his troops, and charged to their relief…
CONTINUES IN PART III
This precious life was entrusted to your loving kindness;
friends and strangers mocked me causing endless hurt,
because I had a different prospective, a holier outlook
with a faith that only saints would keep from impurities:
infidels or fools were they to deny me the expression of my spirituality?
How did I resist every temptation, every deception by rejecting infamy?
O Father, in prayers I have spoken to you, laying all my faults
before you, nothing I have hidden: deeds you would have seen,
and words bitter or sweet that you would have instantly heard;
and should I ask for more compassion than those who have never sinned?
Only Christ was perfect and sinless, the Word who helped you create
everything from planets to stars, even larger universes than ours...
O Father, I'm asking for good things to make my living easier,
its not the materialistic ones, but all those offering an intense light,
that can uplift me in times of despair, console me and make me gladder;
and would I ask you to add more years to my already serene life?
Yes, I really would: to accomplish my mission and complete this long journey,
before I'll give up my spirit and enter the kingdom you have destined for me...
The atheist doesn't believe in Your existence, but admires a crimson sunset,
and a brilliant sunrise, never understanding the Creator's purpose;
that's why I am speaking with You with openness and clarity to obey and be blessed,
although Lucifer hides in the thick grass, transforming himself into a serpent:
He will try to deceive my loyal soul with empty promises and quick schemes,
never could I take his side, abandon You, my eternal God, and lose my peace!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Mornings, light and smiling
Coffee brewing, black
Meat frying in a cast iron skillet
Grease, flour and milk, stirred together
Gravy poured over steaming biscuits
Granny’s breakfast – typically
Grown to life from a wood cookstove
Noon, gentle sunshine
Picking cornfield beans, breaking
The beans and then washing them
Placing them into a vessel, a pot
Seasoned with pork - fatback
Cooking over the sweaty heat
Of that stove where oak and birch
Smoked with flames of dripping
Perspiration falling from faces
Who were encouraged to listen
With wistful wishes warming
Hearts who know Granny’s garden
Will sustain the whole lot of a family
From the Appalachian mountains
Evening, flickering fireflies
Dancing through the night
Flavoring the heart with joy
As the porch swing squeaks to life
Reminding the heart that loves
Lives here, amid the beans and trees
The biscuits and pork drippings
Grease for gravy, seasonings
And the mind just a bit gladder
Because there is this devotion
Family with foundations of love
Brought to life by His presence
It is their faith that awakens
The mind, the heart, the soul
To the light that survives the test
Of time, of memories, of sighs
In the air of reminiscence, memory
Breathing music through the night
Singing praise to the God of love
The reason for all that delights
The wonder of a prayer satisfied
To the memory – this is the good life!
u CHOOSE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
Theme chosen - 15.Love
April 9, 2022
My stomach's like a rumbling pit
That any moment may explode.
My stomach's like a roiling pot
That's holding way too big a load.
My stomach's like Vesuvius;
It will erupt--and soon, I feel
My stomach's very mad at me
For wolfing down a five-pound meal.
Soon on the sofa I'll lie down.
I feel on me a hundred eyes
Of others shocked by what I ate.
My lowered head my shame descries.
Oh, fix an Alka Seltzer now
And bring it to me. Please be quick
Because this birthday of my life,
I've stuffed myself and am so sick.
February 24, 2020
entered in Richard Lamoureau's Warning Poetry Contest
The poem is a parody of the following poem.
A Birthday
By Christina Rossetti 1830–1894
My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a water'd shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these
Because my love is come to me.
Raise me a dais of silk and down;
Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me.
I need to open up a case
And let my heart investigate
Why it feels gladder than
All the years it's ever been
I will open up a file
And start with your happy smile
That lights up when I walk in
The second item I'll begin
To talk about will be your eyes
Always holding a surprise
When they stare so lovingly
Like I'm the only one you see
Let's make this list a little longer
With your arms that have been stronger
That will hold me tightly through
The times I am sad and blue
Number four I can't describe
It comes from down deep inside
A feeling that is new and strange
But something I would never change
The next step is number five
It's what keeps my heart alive
With each beat your love will pump
A tune of thumpety thump thump
This list is starting to get large
Like the big energy charge
That zaps me when I am near
And tells me you'll always care
I love the great number seven
Always taking me to heaven
When your voice whispers so low
"I could never let you go"
Up ahead is number eight
Feeling there's no mistake
This relationships in motion
Moving along with devotion
Down the track of this love line
We're now reaching the clue nine
That are fingers soft and gentle
Driving me so very mental
Concluding this crime list is ten
Taking me right to the end
Of searching for something true
There's nothing I wouldn't do
To repeat all of the time
This fantastic list of crimes
I need to open up a case
And let my heart investigate
Why it feels gladder than
All the years it's ever been
I will open up a file
And start with your happy smile
That lights up when I walk in
The second item I'll begin
To talk about will be your eyes
Always holding a surprise
When they stare so lovingly
Like I'm the only one you see
Let's make this list a little longer
With your arms that have been stronger
That will hold me tightly through
The times I am sad and blue
Number four I can't describe
It comes from down deep inside
A feeling that is new and strange
But something I would never change
The next step is number five
It's what keeps my heart alive
With each beat your love will pump
A tune of thumpety thump thump
This list is starting to get large
Like the big energy charge
That zaps me when I am near
And tells me you'll always care
I love the great number seven
Always taking me to heaven
When your voice whispers so low
"I could never let you go"
Up ahead is number eight
Feeling there's no mistake
This relationships in motion
Moving along with devotion
Down the track of this love line
We're now reaching the clue nine
That are fingers soft and gentle
Driving me so very mental
Concluding this crime list is ten
Taking me right to the end
Of searching for something true
There's nothing I wouldn't do
To repeat all of the time
This fantastic list of crimes
I sail unaware
into
the ocean currents
of her life:
and
smitten, I
desire to ride
them with her.
Somewhere
along
the ocean
ways, a
seed of love
plants itself in
the soil
of my heart
and takes root
and grows—
only to perish
like
an embryo of
hope
that's aborting itself:
though I love
her still,
she cuts
and lacerates my heart
like a careless
knife.
In spite of
this cruelty and myself,
I look
for encouragement
in her stare.
And
at the outlines
of her
magnificent
form
I marvel:
she is
indeed
a Helen of Troy,
a Venus—
on
whose
loveliness I
so richly gorge!
But never was
a lonelier
man
more wretched
than I
am,
as she cannot
return
my
affections
with equal measure
of feeling
or passion.
I would be gladder
had she been unwedded
to another,
and could more
easily be
within my desirous
and jealous
orbit!
In time, I
never
see her
again;
and love,
or the similitude
of It—
like
some aborted
fetus—
flushes down the
toilet
and dies
with her parting
as well...
Moving out feels much sadder
than moving in, more gladder--
which is poor grammar
for severance of love's embodied glamour.
Packing up
feels more like packing in
and down,
cutting ties with my own stage,
this playful working space,
for everyday self
and other witnessing life
love
hate
joy
anger
courage
fear
healing
suffering
Not a fabulously grand stage
but my intimate memories
triggered by damp basement
through dusty attic,
inside resonant
and outside growing resilient,
front yard exhibitions
and back yard more inhibited glimmers
and shivers,
dimmers
and emotive rivers
Moving out
without regard for loss
feels too surgical,
masochistic,
violent dross,
silent shriek of bad faith,
cross,
divestment from personal
political
economic
cultural placement
more sacredly cherished
than secularly calculated
in clock time to move on.
My best therapeutic intent
to know I leave this tiny spot of Earth
at least as healthy
and beautiful
as I have found her
while unpacking
in her abandoned
neglected
bramble thorned sadness
inviting my hope-filled gladness
too few years ago.
beef ribs, baked beans, and baby croissants drenched in butter
skewered shrimp, corn on the cob, and a loaded baked potato drenched in butter
baked chicken, bacon shells and cheese, and a taco salad with a dollop of sour cream
for dessert, two scoops of pecan praline ice cream on a freshly made waffle cone
give me about five essential oldies on my mind....let me see.....
....I Want Candy by The Strangeloves....Talk Talk by The Music Machine....
....There Is A Mountain by Donovan....You talk Too Much by Joe Jones....
....If You Wanna Be Happy For The Rest Of Your Life by Jimmy Soul....an
honorable mention here will be Love (Can Make You Happy) by Mercy....
you see, simplicity to me
is like making a wish under the apple tree
the heat in the shade does not matter
if the coolness of the day's feeling makes you yourself feel gladder
even if rain decides to fall,
being totally drenched will not halt your joy at all
for it is the love of yourself within you that takes the lead
and the relaxing rhythm of a natural prosperity that is similar to your noble steed
PEP squad
Hello, let's cheer for the ones to hear
the gladness of our souls
The voices of the ones who speak
surefooted, strong and bold
The PEP Squad shares enlightended ways
together they bring gladder days
But many wish to keep them down
Crowd them with disdain so loud
Owens, west and wiley know and
Tatum, Scott and Owens glow
with light and grace that can't be drowned
by wicked souls and misery frowns.
The PEP squad shines and brings us hope
Denouncing those known misanthropes
This the land of free and of brave
the PEP quad needs spportive way
For though they do not ever cave
this country is slammed with depraved
Let's cheer them on as they speak and try
PEP quad, PEP Squad detoxify
the nation and the world from strife
Caused by those of of malicious life
Many, many more names I know
who are truly PEP but for space I showed
only a few of the proud people to know
that without them we will NEVER grow
to be as we are enshrined to be
with blessings and tranquility