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When I was ten years old
At that age I was considered to be brave boy;
I was told.
I loved hiking
Friends had nicknamed me, with great joy--
'Viking'
Made me
Happy, yet coy
Gee!
When I was ten years old
Friends had nicknamed me, with great joy--
Gee!
24.7.2020
Note:
1. This is a New form of Rhyme named MlNICHU (proposed by me)
2. Total12 lines (4 stanzas of 3 lines each)
3. Rhyme scheme: Aba, cBc, dbD, ABD.
4. 4th stanza consists of repeat of 1st line of stanza1, 2nd line of stanza 2, and 3rd line of stanza 3.
Poem should stick to a chosen theme through all stanzas. A twist can be introduced in third stanza, if required by the theme, to make it more interesting.
5. Syllable count :
Stanza 1: 6,12,3 (3 times 2,4,1)
Stanza 2: 4,8,2 ( 2 times 2,4,1)
Stanza 3: 2,4,1
Stanza 4: 6,8,1.
6. Will welcome feedback, if any.
Once upon a time
In a land far away
A Baby was born
On a bright winter’s day
He was a happy baby
His laughter quite the treat
He was perfect from his head
To the bottom of his feet
He was born a Prince
So they wanted a regal name
The Queen called on her subjects
“Please come join in our games.”
“The winner will choose
our young Prince’s name.
To be spoken throughout the land
to bring the Prince fame.”
They brought their lances
Their armour and swords
In their search for Glory
and to win big awards
But the greatest prize
to select the Baby’s name
The winner so honoured
would gain great acclaim
They fought upon horses
In matches on the street
All manners of combat
Many foes to defeat
At the end of the week
One winner was proclaimed
The public all cheered him
For the Prince would be named
The winner was a man
Who, had not a name
He’d lived all his life
carrying that shame
So he thought for many hours
What name might be best
He searched all manner of books
So the Prince would be blessed
Alexander or Richard
Maybe Demetrius or Hobbs
Perhaps Matthew or Vincent
Or something simple like Bob
After hours of research
His choice was revealed
Written on a Silver Scroll
The name was unsealed
Queen Harleen was ecstatic
Dressed in a gown of gold
The Baby Prince in her arms
She did affectionately hold
King Matthew took the Prince
Introduced him to the crowd
“His name is Benjamin
Of him we’re all proud.”
Dedicated to our son Matthew, our daughter in-law Harleen and of course the star of the Tall Tale, our new Grandson Benjamin.
Women in my family
Who remember the morning Grandma passed
Recall a loving woman with no malice
Who left a void that would last and last
From the pogroms she fled as a girl of eight
Helping nurse sea-sick refugees aboard ship
Receiving such steadfast love became our fate
She gave strength when we were losing our grip
With Grandma around, arguments never turned to hate
Despair and angst were eased with her smile
She introduced common sense; our non-sense could wait
All about was her wisdom and guile
It is now sadly apparent how Grandma's role
Had once kept our family happy and whole
FANNY CITRIN
1872-1955
7/1/22
The dance of falling in love
I did not believe in love at first sight
its illogical at best
but faced with how I felt that day
and your memories now to overlay
It's clear that love at first sight has stood the test
I saw you in a flash and knew I needed to meet you
So compelled I walked out of a castle across a brick cobbled road
and I put on my best public face to impress
and I introduced myself in the most respectable way
And we then each knew the others names
and only recently you filled me in, you were aware of me too
and felt the same
That first time we laughed together is when I consciously knew I loved you
The pull was not just crazy lust
And then at the photo shoot when I touched you and kissed your face
so electric I just about bust
And as you faced me and then we kissed on the lips for the very first time
an electric jolt that became molten in place
and for a split second I was yours and you were mine
And we both remember it all like it was yesterday
which is impossible but true a shared memory
I went looking for answers because its over the top
We are one soul spread in two bodies
They call it twin flame and I repeat
I have never felt so complete as when I am with you and at peace
it's everything and sublime
It just about stops time
And I am just so damn glad you are mine, and I am yours
The dance of falling in love, to Alan Artimus (C) Susan Manley 7:36 PM 11/06/2023
Like dawn in heat
I am already slave to your loins
our impending collision
the meeting of body and mind
immanent
A gentle run of tongue
shimmers parched rims,
lost fingers are confused
with buttons and holes
Slowly fabrics are rent
falling to retire in shreds
letting shadow and light
rest on the fusing of our skin
The rod of your desire
is arched to my wetness
as buds tip your lips
my mouth parts
descending to my knees
your shaft slides down my cheek
discovering my mouth...
and the guttural sound of sin
A moving campaign
of desire, mind bending waves
traveled all the rooms with a view
unbridled hands, roamed
without thought of destiny
The whole of your intent
is rapaciously introduced to heaven
overwhelmed and conquered
I am now a lost continent
awaiting your next expedition
And suspended in
a pure vacuum of ecstasy
so exquisite it rests on my soul
I am imprinted for all time
... through the window
an icy breeze dimples my skin
and I lay in amber light
humming...
Ocean Falls, B.C. has on average
Over 300 days of rain a year
Surely not somewhere I'd want to live
Many attempt suicide I hear
Canadians have a funny habit of
Ending each sentence with an “eh”
Couldn't be a bank robber in the U.S.A.
The “eh” would be a dead giveaway
Average number of folks in our households
Is roughly 2.6, give or take
Would sure like to meet that .6 person
An interesting image that'd make
Millions attend our Calgary Stampede
But we're really not a bunch of yahoos
We're a very computer literate country
Emails we send quite a slew
A unique Canadian one dollar coin
Was introduced back in 1987
It's affectionally known as a loonie
But it doesn't describe us, thank heaven
Even dog food here is tax-deductible
Expecting big lineups at immigration
Reason to migrate to this wonderful land
We welcome folks from ever nation
© Jack Ellison 2103
It seemed like a journey
Preparation of some kind
Thinking being knowledge
Becoming wise and assured
That is where I learned about myself
Different from everyone else
Life introduced me to who I am and meant to be
Purpose was down the road
Clouds ochoing my name Courageous
Walking on into my destiny
Whispers encouraging on to fulfill and establish
The mirror showed my reflection being successful
Challenging my own self of shall
I was created for a mission
Task that will be my assignment
Spiritual eyes that will observe
Goodness built in
Wonderfully made
Onward and forward of potential
Endless road leading me out.
There he was so tall and strong,
Those twinkling blue/grey eyes.
His smile made all around her fade.
She couldn't stop the sighs,
That welled up now within her,
As he walked into the room.
She felt if he but looked her way,
She'd fall into a swoon.
She'd seen him oft around the school,
Admired him from afar.
He saw her too, a smile, a nod,
Then gone, that was 'bout par.
She watched him now as he came in,
Was greeted by his friends;
So confident and self assured,
How easily he blends,
In any place, with any crowd,
She wished she was like him.
Then maybe he would notice her.
She thought those chances slim;
But as she stood there watching him,
She found him looking back.
He smiled and came toward her,
And chills ran down her back.
He introduced himself to her,
And asked her for her name.
He asked if she would like to dance.
Her voice she feared was strained.
He gently took her hand in his,
And led her to the floor,
And after for refreshment,
To the punch bowl where he poured,
A drink for each of them,
And with his friendly smile,
He told her how he'd watched her,
For such a long, long while.
The band struck up another tune,
As slow the minutes passed.
She couldn't hide a little smile,
The tune was called, AT LAST.
On a Hot Day at the end of June in 1966, A young Father and Mother Gave Birth to a Beautiful Bouncing Baby Boy.
The Young Boy would have to Grow Quickly, for The Streets of Brooklyn is No Joke.
The Boys on the Corner would teach you to Steal, Curse and Earn your Keep.
In The Brownsville of that Era children learnt quickly how to Merely survive.
'Kid Dynamite' was the Talk of the Town, Knockin' them on their Backs All Day Long.
Though Juve' is where you Would Earn Your Stripes.
In and Out of the System is No College or University to Properly Develop a Young Mind, but those are the Cards You were Dealt.
Though The System was Hard, while there you Met Bobby Stewart, who Introduced you to Cus' D'Amato, and Your Life Would Never Be The Same.
Under Cus' Wing You Learned the Art of Boxing, and to Become a Man.
Though They Called you 'Iron Mike', Your Heart always seemed tender, helping Opponents off of the Canvas or Mat.
The Numbers Will Forever Tell Part of Your Legacy, 50 Wins, 44 KO's, 6 Losses, and 2 No Contests.
For You are One of the Greatest of Any Error, Perhaps Second Only to Ali.
Your Life is Still Young, You Have Given Soooooooo Much.
I Just Wanted to Say Thank You.
Sincerely
One of Your Many Fans Around the World.
Author Paul. A. Cumberbatch (July 26th, 2020)
Back then she was singing the blues,
In a smaller club where the sunset-
Splashed the walls in various hues,
On a plummy street called Somerset.
I was introduced to her backstage,
In that far away, long ago place,
Before she had become all the rage,
With her jet-setter's renowned face.
Her voice then was as liquid gold,
And eyes reflected the bright lights,
And her song a melancholy tale told,
Of her dream which had taken flight!
All motion in the club would cease,
Anytime the blue lady in red sang
Her beautiful, musical masterpiece,
In a voice which, like bells, rang!
Now, in the still of a pastel dawn,
My memories wander back to Somerset-
Of those happy, sun days quite gone,
And the blues song I cannot forget!