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Balance of time slights the recurring vigil
Country's pride gleans the depleting residual
Annual tears water the artifices above manicured ground
Unextinguished pyre of tinseled youth still seethes 'neath clodded mound
The drum roll of spent days serenade each, muted mime
As ceremonial taps grant ingratiated minds trite stime
Into heroic feats rendered in soldiers' splintered prime
Human shadows hover in the solace of peace sublime
Sodden warriors' token sacrifice remains layered in lime
Sentient wreaths shroud shallower graves
Each, calcified bone now jading memory's slave
Stoic crosses reincarnate the souls of the fallen brave
Devoted progeny patriotic reserves from depleted fibers shave
Most clouds have slipped away
pushed south by evening wind sways
in the brief raindrop spin,
breezes remain wide and thin
sliding through the rain
as the outer darkness gains;
by morning light
gone is the leftover black of night
eased as the weather soaks in and dries
in the slowed passing of 2026 July.
Off in the distant trees, locust repeat their calls
repetitious then silence falls,
but for the gatherings of crows
cawing loudly to the earth below,
birdsong melodic rhapsodies explode
in the cool of morning's flows
into the warm of sunlight clothed.
The blue skies return again
speckled with wispy white trends
puffed up clouds push in and out once more
revealing harbored glimpses of heaven's door,
there comes a calm, a peaceful paused interlude
as the sun the moon pursues
that will soothe the day's vermouth
with sweeter ingratiated fruits;
Noon arrives as nature thrives
all in living grateful to be alive
pulled into the rapture of life's inebriated delights
save for the fools whirling in constant human flight.
THE CHANGING WORLD
The age of chivalry and bravery has ended
That of sophistry, rivalry, upon us descended
Those with ability, to charm and talk, are commended
They are now indeed enemies, whom we once befriended
Where has all the love gone, hitherto, unlimited
The human greed for wealth remains unsatiated
For money, men unleash violence unabated
The rich and elite are highly ingratiated
The poor and forlorn man’s woes are unmitigated
Never were people so fearful, streets so deserted
Always under threat, somehow their lives will be disrupted
True, in Eve’s drawl and Adam’s fall, we have lamented
But Devil’s devious ways we have inherited
As peace-loving people, we too were once saluted
Today, hatred and revenge have left us demented
Once upon a time holly loosely based
upon a true story
There was a man who shall be called
Lord Mountbatten / Battenberg
A true Hero in every sense of the word
Or so we all we're and have been told
1 part German somewhat British like
his father before him
Who now looking back upon reflection
truth now be eventually able to be told
The fact's don't seem to bare out
what we were in fact told to believe
and make of him
Because what he in fact seemed to
be was this
A man who rose to the lofty position
of Admiral despite the fact he crashed
3 ship's and cost countless lives
Who ingratiated himself through any
means into the grace's of the upper
echolocation of royalty and polite
society in order to service his agenda
Who resided over partition which the
losses and aftermath are still being
counted till today
Orchestrated the introduction and
marriage of his nephew Phillip to
Queen Elizabeth
And dropped his lifelong childhood
friend the King in waiting for his
brother when he abdicated
In retrospect not fit to even be granted
so much as an audience in or with
such company in fact sullies their good
name and reputation
Unlike a man who through his deed's and
actions saved 2 million plus lives and
shortened the war by breaking the Enigma
code
Who unlike him was not repaid with
numerous honours and titles bestowed
on him in recognition of his contribution
But instead was chemically castrated
berated and worst of all suffered the
indignation of being hidden and wiped
from history altogether
At least now it's finally left up for prosperity
and history to decide with all the facts placed
clearly clarified on display
Who is fit to be called a Hero King
in all but Reginal name
Apprenticed to enamoring aviary, Love's cerebral chords to refine
To interpret the alluring tones in each, captivating line
Overhead, a snow white dove in the pure light doth shine
Innocent libido's inhibitions to illumine
On silted ground, turtle doves in beautiful harmony fealty bine
Every silky neck strand in seamless congruence to twine
In enchanting Lilac tree, song birds in melodic chorus rhapsody pine
The titillating rhythms of amorous romance to define
On fibrous pulp, wood peckers their virile aspirations sign
Artfully tracing each groove on hull bared and supine
In golden pond, nubile swans in tantric dance align
With graceful movements gently stirring the foamy brine
Hovering , humming birds' wings vibrate o'er suckling vine
Then with salivating tongues on frothy nectar dine
At dusk, Nightingales' guttural groans in palpitating soliloquy whine
The moonbeam's enticing spell on unwitting lovers to assign
Ebony-caped crows bellow bewitching chants o'er listless ravine
Each ingratiated soul with lustful thoughts to incline
Stealthy hawk with piercing eyes each svelte fiber doth divine
Then with dexterous agility swoops down on silky ermine
Many profitable chances presented
Yet ignored and woefully neglected
Later forsook and deeply regretted
Reminiscing and yearning to be repeated
As many professed and accentuated
The innate desire to be in a relationship
Yet considered as a mere Freudian slip
While some fomented and ingratiated
Heart and soul left maimed and immolated
Disappointedly restive and repudiated
Expecting in return desires to be requited
Emotional feelings brooded and bated
Well, such is the intensely humanistic nature
But it is better to play not out of pretension
Then stick to such an honourable decision
Than to bring desires to endless torture
From trusted friends in mind, many captivated
With intent of dalliance and some I so desire
From nigh and far, I myself intently speculated
But the mire of the past yet refuses to expire
In quality and quantity from heart and thought
Tormenting my spirit from the joie de vivre
Until there came a holy saviour, My Lovely Diva
Who cohabited in heart and strength then fought
To clinch victory from the trauma of my past
Healed the bruises and won my heart at last
Her name is Jufai, My Dearest Mine
Special name from her Day Maker, only mine
With no regret, I prefer her among all of them
Crown her my Queen with a glorious diadem
In its nature, much more beautiful and magnificent
Not even that of Queen Elizabeth is nearly lucent
For she is much more hollier than even a saint
With the best personality free of dirty paint
Her presence is a fountain of joy and tranquillity
Blessed with an epitome of honesty and modesty
A creature worthy of one to struggle or even suffer
To get such a special opportunity to accept your offer
So I'm so happy and grateful to be the chosen one
Luckily enough to have her in the midst of everyone.
I Love You So Much My Dearest Mine ??
Twisting and writhing
Ruffling leaves as she passed
S-curves and U-shapes
Propelled her
Past the crumbling daylight
Into the absence of sun
Tar and pitch
Where nothing was to be seen
She sank down on her belly,
Licked the air, thought about
Her life as she gulped a rat
Wondered at beasts and bugs
Their feet, hooves, legs
Ponderous about her own
Lack there of
Her belly had grown crispy
Her eyeballs dry and flaky
As she continued to wonder
In her state of change
Belly down, itchy, itchy!
How easy it must be
For the horse to gallop away
For the cat to preen with paws
The cow to kick unwanted infusions
But she! SHE had to grind and rub
Against rock, bush and dirt
Was she powerless?
The moon
The cold blue white glow of the moon
provided just enough sparkle for her to glisten,
in her shiny black bodysuit
And she began to think doubly
About her situation, as she undulated and bucked and listed, to free herself of her skin
Black bead eyes observed the crunchy strips of paper flaking off, revealing the supple oily wet curves below, new and smoother than fresh patent leather
Was she ingratiated by her lack
of paws?
By her absence of cow tail or even fingers and toes? No.
She thought on,
and considered her second skin, worn out and yellowed, as an old worn out slipper to be discarded, and she- she with her powerful belly like a smooth sole, gliding on the most agile, powerful foot, moved on
With a sensual ferocity
Across the night’s stage
Nature did not understand me,
When it produced me,
But I am understood by nature,
By life’s processes and behaviours,
Thoroughly admired and integrated,
Almost ingratiated,
Unable to complain or dig,
Standing amazed at the plate.
That I evolved, I know,
Sure as a goldfish of his water:
My ancestor’s genes were modified and changed,
Through everyday behaviour and focus,
By partners’ characteristics and traits,
In the determination to get through and win,
By the physical touch relationship of sex.
No problem at all, that’s fine for me,
That massive statement of gene makeup,
Those free interactions which take effect,
In the enormous chain of descendants,
Through that family ancestry tree,
It made me,
And even more, it does not determine me everyday,
Because I’m free to choose my own rack,
Friendships, partners, jobs and interests,
And I can see that evolution is fair.