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The working navvy did dig deep
He followed Brindly’s new laid plan
A transport system to complete
A salvation for the labouring man
As the furrow cut with sweat and maul
With breaking backs and torn sinew
Each man in turn to heave and haul
Sustenance for starving kin renew
Tracts of land transform through spade and pick
Veins enriching the countryside
Bringing new life, each shovel, each brick
Levelling earth, raising national pride
A true revelation this arterial plan
Almost lost through modernisation
Abandoned, grown dense, dispirit man
As steam and diesel grew within the nation
Each lock assiduously built
Before first steam engine’s whistle blew
Weeds strangle, progressive man’s new guilt
The canals ebb, debris as seeds strew
More beauteous now than ever been
Our arterial chart of the waterway
Each torn muscle, victuals did glean
Bed and nourishment for one more day
The navvy’s ghosts look down, heads held high
Their gnarled hands rest in heavenly peace
Majestic waterways dug in sweat with sigh
A once industrial, now beautiful masterpiece.
© 16/11/2013 GG Inspired by Harry J Horsmans'
free verse 'The Cut' which is a colloquial name for a canal
In the thought of a dream, a reach from behind
In how things seem and the reasons that I find
The warehouses of the mind and what we deem
Mixed among the daily grind so rises the cream
As we float to the top each reality already known
Not being a time to stop in knowing we've grown
To the top we rise as no one else will even strive
In turn they despise the whole time they're alive
Such a sad sight to see in such a stark separation
For they choose this to be as their part in creation
In having lost their worth and so being cast aside
Problem with earth is it fills you so with such pride
The cream will soon be taken as the rest is tossed
Like all those who have forsaken and are truly lost
The processes is nearly done the machines shut down
Done comes the Son, this cream is headed out of town
Animals all feel each others energy,
and this has come in very handy for me.
My dog may be licking your hand very lovingly,
but her tail is not wagging at all, it's as still as can be.
This is how she reacts for me,
when she feels the energy of a deceptive quality.
Rolling on her back in front of you playfully,
with ears pulled back as far as can be,
is how she responds when she feels aggressive energy,
and offering her paw to somebody,
is her way of informing me,
that the person is confused or depressed possibly.
I trained her to identify emotions specifically,
and to respond in a specific manner for me.
You could be the greatest actor or con artist that could ever be,
fooling so many people, maybe even me,
but never whenever she is in our company.
She will feel your energy and relate it back to me,
and I in turn will respond to you accordingly.
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I post this in honor of her memory.
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Troubled waters - in my eyes
The rolling caps of those treacherous waves
Like a victim - to the dark black clouds
The thunder - and thus lightening strikes
Bewildered - each day one only tries
One comes to shore - one only concludes
That in those dark clouds may you see light
In the tunnel - and may I wake each day
To an aura of sunshine in my way
And may the sun then warmth my soul
In turn - seeing myself - I am whole
I walked those roads mile after mile
And climbed mountains also to the peak
Crossed bridges even in my mind
Yet what I see - what I then find
Happiness so difficult to partake
And each morning then that I wake
Shall I smell the roses as if to say
That life dreary it be, I want the bouquet
And I pick the petals - I cherish the thought
That's still so true, love can really never be bought
that those special little things mean the most
But I perceive - you love the storm
And I prefer the sun so ever warm
Two peas in a pod? no not true indeed
I cultivate and destroy the weed
Lifting spirits - to brighten my day
The lightening strikes all of our lives
But unless you look for the gift I see
That the sun ! I ponder the sunlight
Mesmerized by the beauteous radiant rays
And life can be treasured in several ways.
What is on the news today
All the things they say
People lost and crying.
Tears are no longer drying
The forecast is calling for pain
What you grab is what you gain
Who is winning who has lost
All hearts have turned to frost
People fighting in the street
Looters adding to the heat
Times are getting bad
People are feeling so bad.
Nobody to care
All caught up in the snare
Of lawlessness of the law
They can't hide what everyone saw
Running wild is so much hate
Rely hoped that wouldn't be our fate
Maybe too late
Will nobody try
Will we all in turn, die
No longer able to cry
Days to come soon
Can't see the moon
Fire so bright
No one cares whats right
Nor care that all is wrong
Right takes to long
It’s the first day of school and I’m really quite nervous.
I don’t know how everyone will react to me.
I wonder what should be my first order of business.
Should I make friends right away or just let it be?
I moved here from the city where I always rode the bus,
But, here in this small town, I live only blocks from the school.
When you’re the new person like me, people tend to make a fuss,
Trying to decide whether or not you’re very cool.
My mother told me just before I left this morning
To just be myself and keep my head held up high.
She said we each have a story and none is boring.
If you always tell the truth, you’ll never have to lie.
I walk in the front door, trying to hide my fear,
Hoping noone can tell that I’m trembling inside.
The principal tells me that just because I’m new here
Doesn’t mean that it will always be a rough ride.
So, I gathered my things and hurried off to my class,
Where we all introduced ourselves politely, in turn.
Since I was the newest addition, I went last.
I stood up and told my new students, “My name is Ms. Kern.”
As the seasons change, nature shows her power
bringing all the things needed for healthy growth.
The rain that in turn, beats down and then gentles.
Encouraging young shoots to root deep and thrive.
The days lengthen growing ever warmer
all around are signs of life that nature
in all her wisdom tends with tender care.
Bringing a vast array of colours setting pallet alight.
Then with rage she turns and shows her displeasure
in graphic detail as she destroys what she created.
Rage that we mere mortals dare defy her and she
lays waste to crops with hurricanes and tornado's.
How to appease her awful deadly wrath?
Maybe by working with nature instead of against,
following her gentle rhymes and doing away with
fossil fuels, growing trees to stable corroded earth.
Living in harmony and trying to do no damage
to this beautiful place we call our home.
Yes give respect to nature and she will return it
over a hundred fold and life will live on peacefully.
Dawn draws her line along mother earths face
And she turns to bask in her lovers light
And so Dawn comes in turn to every place
She brings us forth from the long dark night
Here is where the ocean meets the land
Vast and deep and so different from the dirt
Crashing on the rocks, lapping against sand
Pebbles pushed to and fro, the globe she girt
Steepening mountains come to abrupt end
Where they scrape against the blue blue sky
the cliffs stand and harbor no foe nor friend
And here the very earth just falls away
this is where the day unfurls
this edge is where souls uncurl
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*Image of the enthroned Roman goddess Ceres provided by Pixabay.
Ceres, Goddess of Harvest: The Pact
Birthright rules they are Jupiter's sisters,
Hera, Vesta, Ceres, whose names glisters.
Ceres, the goddess of crop gathering,
whom the gods treat the best, no blathering.
When Ceres was sad, the harvest did die,
and the people did ask all the gods why?
Pretty Proserpine, Ceres daughter,
picking berries, her uncle did spotter.
The uncle was Pluto, and none other,
whose desires chokes empty minds to smother.
Pluto was the god of the underworld,
who had kidnapped her to his netherworld.
Proserpine met needs, kept in a dream,
ageless her stay be Pluto's fated scheme.
Jupiter sought out Mercury for aid,
a messenger god and smart son, think trade?
Proserpine marries, in turn, he must,
let her return for six months, would be just.
Pluto, Ceres, and Jupiter agreed,
six months growth, six months none, was then decreed.
2021 April 23
HMS - 10 syllables per line & RZ - exact rhymes checked
A verse retelling of the story of Orpheus and Eurydice. I based this verse on the story told in Bullfinch’s Mythology (1959).
Gather 'round now and hear while I retell
One of the greatest stories told of love
About a man named Orpheus, whose skill
With the lyre could melt the hardest of hearts
Of beings both mortal and immortal,
Soothed the beasts that roamed the woods, plains, hills
And even the plants from the lowly shrub
To the stateliest of trees stood entranced,
Whenever he passed and his music played.
Joined to Eurydice in nuptial bliss,
Tragedy struck not long after they’d wed
As Eurydice, loyal to her vows,
Fled from Aristaeus' unwanted arms,
Stepped on a serpent that in turn did bite
Her exposed foot causing her to expire,
Plunging Orpheus in bottomless grief.
What would you do if the woman you loved
Were taken away from your home and hearth,
She whose life with yours was so intertwined
That to live without her was worse than death?
So Orpheus dared go where no man could
To bring back his beloved, he embarked
To the Nether regions where Hades reigned
With Proserpine in eternal night.
He caused such strains that moved the king and queen
To free Eurydice from her confines
And with her husband go without delay
Back to the world where there was night and day.
What happy reunion it must have been
To happen in the most unlikely place
That never witnessed joy nor happiness!
With longing hearts that they would soon unite
Wife walked behind husband towards the light,
But Eurydice had scarcely stepped out
When Orpheus, overcome with desire
To behold his beloved's face once more,
Looked over his shoulder only to find
His wife held back by the cavernous mouth!
For he forgot the bargain he had made
With Hades, who released Eurydice
On condition that Orpheus must not
Glance at his wife until the two of them
Were completely out of the Netherworld.
Thus ended one man's quest born out of love
Who defied nature's laws just for the sake
Of the woman he loved, and did succeed
In freeing her from death's clasp but only
To lose her again for eternity.
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