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I wiped away a single tear
That had fallen from my eye
(You told me simply we were friends)
You left me after only a year
(But you conceal your aching heart)
I often sit and ask myself why
Looking back on our time together
I remember those halcyon days
(My love for you it never ends)
I thought we’d be together forever
(You told me simply we were friends)
Now memories are a fading haze
Your hair so dark with eyes of brown
(Dreaming of you my heart ascends)
So full energy with a sense of fun
(Forbidden love keeps us apart)
Always happy you were never down
We’d go out together and have a run
(You told me simply we were friends)
You’d always reward me with a soppy kiss
(But you conceal your aching heart)
I’ll never forget the day you got knocked over
Never a day passes when you I don’t miss
How I loved my darling dog Rover
03~05~15
Do You Love me – Triolet ~09~26~14
How I miss you Rhyme - 09~22~14
Contest - Intermingled – Craig Cornish
Standing straight in columns and ranks,
Heads newly shaved by the barber,
Carrying guns loaded with blanks:
New recruits after Pearl Harbor.
(Our foes wait in their well-defended lair,)
The Generals inspected troops,
(Imagining that they’ll stay safe and warm.)
Standing straight in columns and ranks;
Afterwards they broke into groups,
(All my soldiers ready their arms to bear.)
And marched towards the ships’ gangplanks.
(Bugles sound: Battalions! Companies! Form!)
They boarded ships with guns and tanks
To England, the Atlantic crossed.
(Our siege cannons thunder; smoke mists the air.)
Standing straight in columns and ranks,
(While thinking of barricades each must storm,)
They’d free Europe at any cost.
(Once over the walls, we’ll know what’s in store.)
Allied troops endured dire losses;
(It’s hard to see through misty fogs of war.)
Gaining a foothold up the banks.
Heroes sleep beneath the crosses
Standing straight in columns and ranks.
Columns and Ranks (Quatern 9-25-2014)
Fog of War (Ottava Rima 8-19-2014)
by Mark Halliday / WarriorPoet
Imagine Earth itself to be just another Troy, from which, after having raged
In countless battles from Tyre to Megiddo has not been conquered, only aged
And now, having defeated the Spartan race, destroying Priam’s home
Odysseus is captain of a spacecraft with the direction of Ithaca not known
On land to land, world to world, asteroid to comet, sun to galaxy he will wander lost
With endless delay, look askance-or with wanderlust-be unable to define a host
Of angels, like the first home, who—with celestial sound—closed God on a throne
Only future starmen will proceed without God's advantage, in empty space all alone
The victory of God against Satan, here, unproclaimed with all men lost, in between
The endless battles of lucifer and the deity; heaven's splinter to the devil's spleen
The past ages of travail, a mere testing ground of efficacy, the master's saving grace
With the bulk of humanity, like chaff of wheat, having been sifted, as if only a race
Mankind, having run as a race, a race, quite long, the original cause forgotten
How corruption had entered, how the fall began, when Eve traipsed the garden
Yet the race of man; his nature, his spoke, his mind, like a wheel intermingled
Along with the path of the gods--their flight, their call--the Seth of Eve first jingled
How could he not but cry out, from crib, in inter-mixed and complex strain
Since so saith Adam's wife, doting upon her first real child aptly named
Appointed to replace her prior kind, one stricken and one banished
Shepherd Abel first, died, from blight of Cain, latter, whose soul famished
If not his body, since fed with fruit and till of the land, in parched curse
His work distilled into nonsense, and measure as much less in worth
Then the gentle, strange and loving work of the Shepherd's hand
From Shepherd to shepherd, the Maker gave not to Abel land
Since he roamed from brook to brook, or down into gentle meadow
With his staff in hand, and flock afoot, only the caves like ghettos
Learning manly ways and singing with chest open and bare
Under open sky, canopy misting light, and all of life seeming fair
The Lord, himself, culling Abel's rapport and favour, giving him trust
Rather than partition acres, cubits or parcels of land, if only just just
The Journey from Crimson
Orange chakra on stage two of the journey perennial sacrum’s waves getting longer
a sensual colour accomplished spraying moistening waters tides and you
the rider surfing growth in lengthening wave swell searching for meaning
riddles comprised enter-prized rising let flow webbed intermingled for
pleasure desire escape from orange agentic mushroom fields of human depravation
longing in what is here for now yet to arrive amber whiling push-pull of senses
Tangerine like Kama Sutra’s challenge in naked nocturnal novel nirvana mirrored
layers of sensual vital living skins the secretions the challenge breathlessness
ascending from carnelian climax from joyful attained building blocks on the path and
unfaltering voyage to peace condensing violence to kindness
27th `July 2016
Besotted winged pollinators
roistering barrage drowned
amidst general insectivorous cacophony
indistinct auditory signals communicated
intermingled with bounteous wafting fragrance
midwifed edenic floral pullulation
sensate admixture viz colored spectrum
amidst unrehearsed extemporaneous
orchestral suite bedded lambs
amorous ewe man like bleating songs
nature all aflutter actively socially vociferating
profuse living color rainbow pastiche
teeming soundgarden smorgasbord
cornucopia ignites mordent Utopian aural swath
visual vistas stilling spellbinding
spilling riotous carpeted web
uniting doubting Thomas's existentialism
despite unanswered queries
asper diverse modalities each specie evolved
to survive despite countervailing destructive forces
generating plethora pandemonium ironically
promulgating harmonic exemplary convergence
Highland Manor concourse aflame with new life
parented by instinctive imprimatur anonymous patents
now genetic mapping usurped with untold outcome
analysis bred crispr discovery Earthlings fiddling
glorifies honied indemnity Judeo-Christian kudos
leaves of grass kudzo resistance mutation immunizes
biosphere once prolific differentiation shrinks
becoming monocultural setting virtual stage
catastrophe plus food shortage would become
global debacle predicated, sans virulent
viral and/or bacterial strain renting asunder
tripwire unspooling delicate webbed whirl
already widely compromised more so
since Rachel Carson wrote Silent Spring
*****sapiens population explosion
pits profligate predilections planet Earth in extremis
dire crisis cavalierly dismissed humans
in hot pursuit racking up superfluous wealth
dirty deeds done dirt cheap - tricking
mother nature, who will unwittingly
spring scrumptious feeding off scrimmage
forcing capitulation or total extinction
meanwhile fostering long tall floral inflorescence
a composite having sessile flowers
apiary abuzz, cuz queen bee
can no longer wax bereft of royal jelly.
Intermingled threads of my fantasies pour
from the ink of my love on the bare soul
of the letter I write for you, my beloved
The windowpane sparkles moonlit dreams
And I submerge into my visions of you
You, my moon bound to your services
Make me wonder how I would write
All the love-soaked words I've never said
I had questions that submerged in tides
Propelled by divine celestial waves
I forgot to savor the fragrance of lilies
That intertwine into my desolate bed stand
Perhaps you will be gulping your tea
When this letter relishes the touch
Of your frozen fingers looking for warmth
You might inhale the aroma of my love
Dripped in my waxing and waning hopes
Rosy shades of mellowed sunrise
Prompt my hopes to flutter and fly
Away to a land where you reside
I have spent last night tossing them
In solicitude of your awaited letter
My feet took a hundred strides
to the door that I opened warily
I await your reply to quench my love
I am the sun that follows her moon
Eclipsed by unending galactic cycles
Let me drape myself in your love
Let your letter wait at the corner
Until I've told you my anxiety faded away
I've been onlooking the desert roads
Oh should I merge into them in daylight
To kiss the path your letter traverses
This time I hope it remembers at last
My name and address on this frayed street
Let it bring to me your smooth embrace
The sun, exhausted of the chase for moon
Over these centuries, awaits the end of eclipse
Drenched in my fears I whisper at sunset,
"Let my love engulf me in soothing waves"
....The sun and the moon in a golden Aurora, unite,
Your letter arrives before you colored in lilac twilight.
*A tribute to the tumultuous emotions of a soldier's wife*
May 26, 2020
The Sun And The Moon Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
~~Premiere Contest Winner: 4th Place
BRIAN'S CHOICE V,any form,any theme Contest
~~Winner: First Place
Every where we looked we seen your smile
You have left so very many of them as reminders
Reminding us to be joyful
Reminding us how much you loved us
Reminding us to be fully present
So we gathered together to comfort each other
Desperately needing to feel your presence
We wanted so badly to honour you
By honouring you
we got to see deep within ourselves
to our inner spring of emotions
We attempted to maintain composure
so that we could get our words out
An impossible task
because we felt so deeply
Tears and laughter spilled over from our hearts
refreshing our spirits
connecting us to our humanity
Through loving tears our sweetness intermingled
So we spoke of you
in quiet and boisterous tones
Remembering and celebrating you
We marvelled at the gifts you have given each of us
Other's memories were added to our own
They connected the dots of a life well shared
Your story has touched so many
Fifty five years of ripples will travel beyond that day
So as we move on you will not be forgotten
Each of us holds onto one of your smiles
That special smile that was just for us
Thank you dear Jeanette
We love you and will miss you so much.
Protected Sex
They eloped guided by the moonlit night in hot pursuit
of change love passion desire embrace of communion
Homeless they were apart from the tattered old banger
and a journey unfolding from paradise no seat belts
no hazard lights reclined unrestricted in seminal flow
A wild ride ensued by the side of the ground-breaking
road ahead when skin melted into skin and piquant lava
grapes from heaven and oysters intermingled their fuse
lovers of the Universe and the moment showing the way
as destiny’s mandala and Karma had it Nelson Mandela’s
residence was just down the passage of time and place a
revolution peaceful resolution guarding sparks quakes and
delirious shivers in the pushing and pull of reaching the top
peaks summits made headway directed in mind souls and
physical essence sourced and sprang open flooding the ocean
When luminous sparks from torches shone in their eyes
romance was guarded exploded by dazzling torches and
the smile of security dressed in uniform’s treasure box
Kalashnikovs in hand to defend and protect should danger
ensue but the soldiers passed on from the orbit of peace
Making love on the road of freedom firing home and away
into one giant ecstatic rapture unfolding cascades tidal
motion of a new life beginning cleared the air from under
the steaming dashboard and signposts led to new meaning
of hungry frenzied fever and protected sex in a very new light
16th September 2016
If in a corner of time, that dances with possibility,
Our solitudes were to cross paths, both yours and mine,
I would bury the compass that seeks you, in extinct pursuit,
And nestle into the secret of your solitude, like a sacred hidden from all.
I would become oblivion, in the shrine of past noons,
And you’d turn into an echo, in the carousel of eternity, sucked from memory.
We’d part not as rebels but as stars choosing a new galaxy,
Just for the prey of the unknown to return unto itself, unto the essence akin to the philosopher’s stone.
I’d embrace my longing to see it yearn for your dawn,
Igniting torches in the night of doubt, trying to cast my hopes as bundles of light.
Until they’d sketch a pathway, in crimson and zephyr, leading to where our hearts are moored.
And if, in the end, worlds were overturned, and we’d meet,
Our solitudes, like two old comrades, would recognize and befriend each other.
Arm in arm they’d sit, in a concealed covenant,
Watching us—together—with veiled envy, yet eyes sparkling with joy for their shared fate.
Intermingled, as in the forest of dreams, they would hide among the foliage,
Never completely gone, but always awaiting the moment of restoration.
They would accompany us, gentle shadows, on the winding road covered in petals,
Rejoicing in their finding each other, yet abandoned in our embrace.
Their masks, turned inside out, would remain hollow, witnesses to the eternity from which we break away,
While we revive each legend and blade of grass with our footsteps marked by dreams.
Our companion solitudes, under the cryptic shawl of scattered stars,
Would follow us, whispering old songs of gratitude, for through us, they found themselves again.
"Two doves in white flying, feathers glow beneath the morning's rainbow colors" - Charles Messina
The sunburst colors drape the horizon,
intermingled crimson and gold ripple away
with the wafting fringe of the silken cloud of silver
onto the periwinkle panorama of the morning sky.
Before the spent sun scales the cerulean dome,
waiting to turn purple with the twilight tinge,
storm surge splashes condensed ink
from the ashen cauldron of the swirling cloud.
As the shades of grey fade away,
the aureate rays of the setting sun split
into the chromatic ribbons of rainbow,
and through its archway two white doves fly.
Their feathers shine in pristine splendor
with the patina of the colors in the sky.
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December 8, 2022
Contest : Colors In The Sky
Sponsored by : Mystic Rose Rose