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Inauguration Day

It all went off without a hitch
To everyone’s relief,
With unity throughout the land
The overall motif.

The swearings-in both made me cry,
The tears a sweet release,
The opposite of those brought on
By rioters and police.

The musical performances
Did more than just uplift,
So powerful, each one was like
A sorely-needed gift.

And how about the poet?
Poised and passionate, a thrill
To hear someone so eloquent
And young, with so much skill.

At last, the speech we’d waited for – 
He spoke of how his soul
Would help respect democracy
And make our nation whole.

The past four years have brought us down – 
So many couldn’t cope,
But now today, I think we can
Allow ourselves to hope.
Form: Rhyme


Cricket

I would like to play cricket at an early age                             For playing it I needed a bat first                                                
I asked my father to buy a bat and ball.                                But he resolutely refused to buy them.                                       
                                                                                                         I took a wood and went to the carpenter                                He didn't know about my dreaming bat                                         He asked me to show the picture of a bat.                                I cut an image of a bat from a newspaper                          
                                                                                                         The wood worker took two days to make a bat                    As it was very heavy I couldn't swing the bat                     Now I required some players to play.                                         I approached my friends to play cricket                            
                                                                                                   Most of them accepted to play the game                             We selected our school ground for playing                       Daily we went to the ground and played cricket.                  My father didn't like me to play it                                          
                                                                                                       One day I came extremely late to my house                         My father was very angry and shouted at me.                   Then he took the wooden bat and broke it                            My life long dream was shattered to pieces.
Form: Narrative

Eve Captured

The following was based on an iconic picture of Mandy Rice-Davies by David Steen. Rice was infamous for being part of the 1963 Profumo  political scandal.



The sun sets and so do inhibitions.
 Rising even as darkness falls, 
Vices murmur in cajoling tone;
Whispering of delights to behold; 
Slinking and sliding like satin 
Off a debutante's back, 
Seemingly innocent, 
As she gazes with baby blue wonder 
Amidst fine white linen. 

Wholly carnal expectations of the night 
Play across lips that won't melt butter, 
but can steam a man's thoughts, 
and wring him dry with a breath. 
Softest pink, slightly curved 
They draw laser sharp focus 
Of fantasies not fully formed. 

The pose of an ingenue 
Awaiting the brush strokes of Goya 
to capture her pearlescence, 
Or, perhaps, the lenses of Nemoy and Steen
(Or is it the lips of a lover?) 
For a touch of immortality-- 
An angel from heaven 
With a touch of the devil. 

She is Temptation 
Teasing with her bountiful fruits; 
Coveting your visions. 
She's every male fancy; 
My passion's dark reality-- 
Captured. 
There's a reason the fall of 
Darkness is called Eve

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Here is a link to the picture:
http://fp.famousfix.com/p32233192/mandy-rice-davies/p275266

Before a Lover a Friend

Before a Lover a friend.

  Before the trust, the laughter and comfortable period of not understanding.

 Before the holding hands, and whispers in the quiet corners, the excitement of the ringing of the phone.

 Before the glint of the moon or sunrise in loving eyes, the anticipation of the word hello.

 The butterflies and joyous sensation of the first meal, this as a friend knowing lovers will be.

 Shared together the time spent in our minds, words said and repeated still funny as if heard never said before.

 The night-time wish, morning greeting makes each day as new and better than before.

 Gifts given for no reason just to say your on my mind, the first kiss like a child on Christmas morning.

 On crescent waves of joy we go, though rains may fall together we share the umbrella of our love.

 From friend to lover we slowly move on, no rush for we took our time to know each other.

FROM

Patrick D

Premium Member Storms

All day long earth flirted with the sullen atmosphere,
twirling her floral skirts, tossing her hair like Guinevere.
Her eyelids all aflutter, winking -- she is a dangerous coquette --
the air is close and heavy, all creation pants and sweats . . .
darkness falls. Tired of her teasing, earth turns her head to sleep,
but the atmosphere feels slighted, a storm of anger in him leaps,
his fascination kindled by the earth's seductive wiles.
In the blackness lightning flashes in a vivid, crooked smile.
He will never be mistreated by a flirtatious, foolish girl;
his thwarted passion heightens, a revolting, vicious swirl.
There is violence on the planet, the sky bows her head and weeps
as the thunder roars like cannons and thick winds, twistedly, sweep.
Daylight finds earth ravished, her floral skirts scattered, in shreds,
but the atmosphere has lightened; the guilty storm has fled.

Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, June 27, 2014
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member She Took the Bait

I was having a beer at the bar then she walked in
It was more of a strut with the sway of her hips.
Her ruby red lips were made for kissing

In the mirror behind the bar 
I caught her looking at me and raised my glass.
She waited a while before she sat beside me. 

She ordered whiskey, neat
Smelled like lavender and honey and I'd bet money 
she'd talk to me before I'd say a word to her.
I thought - 'which of us is using the best bait.'

I got a nibble when she asked what I was drinking.
I turned my head but all I said was, 'a cold one.'
Her great big gorgeous green eyes
would've caught me if I was a fish.

"Don't talk much, do you? Or maybe you have 'issues."
She questioned my "manhood."
I stood to adjust my pants and her eyes bit my fly.

I told her, "My eyes are up here."
She smiled as I reeled her in.

Her reality

Perfection was never meant for her to own
It was a desire she couldn't leave alone
Not for ignorance, but for the idea of hope
It was her favourite kind of trope
It was a life that made her want to elope
That fantasy was her only way to cope

She wasn't a naive dreamer, that was a life she couldn't afford
She was realistic, she knew there was no reward
That for her reality could not be ignored
She learned that lesson from young

She needed an escape, a distraction
One that didn't involve a mirror and her reflection
One where life entrusted her with acceptance
One where she could hide from her blackness
I wish she knew it was never her fault, just the world's reaction
Maybe then her biggest enemy wouldn't have been her complexion

Her differences were minor, but the world made them bigger
Her skin, to them, a trigger
To shoot the word ''
A word that became a killer

She silenced herself to survive -
A world that wouldn't care if she died
A world that would laugh if she cried
A world that became a coward to her attempted suicide

Does the girl get a happy ending
Do they exist for girls like her
Will she ever find happiness
Or is that just a fantasy
She wishes she knew
She wishes she'd have a clue

The truth
Is for her everytime good happens, life steals it away
Everytime bad happens life let's it stay
She wonders if it is a sign
That maybe it's her time

She's realistic enough
To know the lies of happily ever after
But deep, deep down
She wishes life, for her, would be different

She is not healed
She is not broken
But she is both wound and scar
And that makes her human

Premium Member Duty Bound

Outside my window, early each morning,
musical note of a cuckoo calling,
Soft and sweet does her musical notes flow,
Early each morning, outside my window!

What ever the  weather, come snow or rain,
I hear the divine melodious strain,
Perched on the tree, like a flute in feather,
Come snow or rain, what ever the weather!

Open the curtains, I let in the dawn,
She looks at me to wish me a good morn,
Brightens my day like a million lanterns,
I let in the dawn, open the curtains!

duty bound she is, like ordained by fate,
Could she be the soul of a long lost mate?
a childhood friend with a forgotten wish?
Like ordained by fate, duty bound she is!

‘Swap the verse’ poetry contest
Sponsor Joseph May
Date written 14/06/2020
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member On Tuesday It Will Snow

I loved her, my heart, when heavy, she lifted it...
sending it floating like a feather in the still of day 

But I hated her, when the moon was grey...
she could melt an iceberg...sideways

Besides, on Tuesday it will snow
 
And when the feather floated... 
Johnny never came home again- "Hurrah, Hurrah" 

I still do, I do, I do... I do 

I............ "HATE" her song 

I'll tell he, when I see her- Hurrah, Hurrah" 

Yesterday- ...when was that? 
Hmm, I know..." it was yesterday"  

Besides, on Tuesday it will snow  

I............ "LOVE her so MUCH" 

I'll tell her... 

"Hurrah, Hurrah" 

Johnny............."Took My- MEDS"
Form: Verse

Everything Changed

Everything was bleak and gloomy and cold and full of fear
Fighting dark forces driving thoughts that I don’t belong here
Struggling with if my departure will help those I hold dear
Piercing my soul breaking inside I shed rivers of tears

Everything was crushing searching for one sliver of light
Struggling to find even a glimmer that would end this plight
Giving every single ounce of strength to press on and fight
Crying desperately dropping to my knees in the night

Everything became silent with a hushed awe in the air
Pulsating between calm and wonder all has become clear
Invading emotions of gentle love lay my heart bare
Rushing like a mighty wind the Son of God has come near

Everything changed as He drove all the vile darkness away
Breathing vibrant life into a hopeless heart full of grey
Remolding what was broken like a potter to the clay
Helping me to dance like it was spring on a winter's day
Form: Ballad

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