Long Make merry Poems
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Attractive, tall, well muscular and good looking is Mr. Regiani
a beating drum's aura and the charisma of a violin choir
chooses the stars to interact without the need of a telescope
and always in purchase of suits with their own natural fragrances
a mister in the hearts of all in the neighbourhood
not strict, just so selfish, self righteous and domineering
friends with like minds top his priority to his own children
invited guests flocking in to make some of his sons illegitimate
all eyes must turn away from the east because he sees west
all hearts must stay hopeful and dry because his drinks alone
a family so complete and balanced, his uncommon blessing
yet stirs terribly to an ultimate scatter using his own hands
cry after cry, opponents form on both sides of his partition
he then eats and make merry while the least of his blood lie sick
turning a human to camel, the victim comes from near his bedroom
lines up his seedlings to inhale the fart of his rude gaseous release
encouraging mediocrity for the productive to pay heavy taxes
a son grows from boy to man, nurturing the hate of this identity
nature and life stand with him to use history’s angry signature
he stays in the heated court to successfully change his surname
development comes with freedom
but not without sacrifices and determination
mr. Fariba’s liberty and new identity are expressed
as he conquers his father’s heartless dominance.
My Creed
I live - a child -
Wrapped in feast days of divine whimsy
When the world outlines itself
In blue zircon sparkle
A child of the season
When glittering petals of snowflowers
Rest on barren branches
Casting shadows of bursting light
Into tumult
Where defeated darkness whines
In an ebony gloom,
Cowering
In the amber blush of an evergreen dawn.
Taking a holly branch in my hands
I choose to walk through the shortest days,
Into the longest midnights,
Embracing the fire of the Spirit –
Guardian of precious light
From all consuming blackness –
To stand watch at the apex of midnight bells
To celebrate
Heaving darkness back into its sneering leers
To walk in an eternal festival of the celestial.
I choose to embrace jubilee
Source of golden radiance
To make merry in an eternal gala
And join rejoicing joy
Infecting every fleeting crumb of time
Dancing with triumphant jubilation,
Ambassador to consecrated oblation,
Reaching
Always reaching to receive celebration
From eternity.
He was gone for all of that time
No one knew what his life was like
He could have been a thief or murderer
Only God knows all that he’s done
Why would Daddy let him come back home?
He destroyed everyone’s trust
He left here with half of Daddy’s belongings
Where did he live while gone?
No doubt he was with drunkards and harlots
People who live in the darkest thoughts
With only doubt, fear and despair
He was living with the dreaded devils
His life was shadowed by his failures
He shouldn’t have had the nerve to come back
Home, for him, should be off limits
He shouldn’t be allowed to live here anymore
But Daddy killed the fatted calf for him
Gave him the best robe and his ring
Embraced him with a joy that only knows
He is the beloved son, his heart and soul
Why hasn’t he ever killed a calf for me, though?
I asked Daddy why he was going to all this trouble
For a son who had only used and abused him
Given him nothing but worry and strife
Filled his mind with only regret, pain and trials
I asked him why, but Daddy only said…
**“Son, thou art ever with me, and all that I have is thine. It was meet that we should make merry, and be glad: for this thy brother was dead, and is alive again; and was lost, and is found.”
So Daddy killed the fatted calf for my brother
My resentful, bitter heart was spurned
But I know my Daddy is filled with pure love
And He loves the prodigal with a spirit
That can only be described as merciful…
Compassionate and tolerant…
Much like the forgiveness that God sends
To the one who repents and believes
His grace is like a light shining through
The soul who knows His love is the treasure
That every prodigal seeks to accept
And, I, the son who was righteous yet resentful
Need his forgiveness just as much
As the roguish prodigal…
All I need to do is ask, and God’s forgiveness
Will reach down and absolve me of my wrongs
I will ask and receive… because, like my Daddy..
God is always GOOD!
**Luke 15: 31 And he said unto him, Son, thou art ever with me, and all that I have is thine. 32 It was meet that we should make merry, and be glad: for this thy brother was dead, and is alive again; and was lost, and is found.
Somebody suggested I write the tale using the correctly spelled words because my story (below here in the Homophone contest) is simply too distracting to understand with homophones. Hope you will take a peek!!
When Harry Met Terry
Once upon a time in a wood, a very nice prince named Harry
met in the mist, high on the bough of a tree, a fairy named Terry.
The fairy felt low, for he was weak, and he was in need of some meat.
He bawled, “Woe is me. I can’t even stand here on my own two feet!
My poor heart is breaking, and I’m in pain. The last time that I ate
was days ago. You see, I’m in a haze and do not feel so great.”
I perish and long for wine and ham. Even better would be lamb!
But I would settle for a piece of bread with some sweet berry jam.”
Prince Harry knew he had some mints, some Tic Tacs that were in the pair
of new red jeans he wore. He took them out and waved them in the air.
“Licorice too I have right here!” Prince Harry told the fairy.
“It’s not much, but please do eat. Later on, we’ll dine and make merry.”
Prince Harry placed the fairy Terry on his pale white horse.
Then away the royal with the fairy hastened on his homeward course.
All day long they rode and rode. When the fairy started to groan.
Suddenly, from the horse, both the man and fairy were thrown.
Hungrily, they paced beneath the setting sun and through the night.
They pressed on until morning. Harry’s residence came into sight.
Prince Harry’s wife had supper ready, and she’d made a pie.
From utter happiness, the fairy thought that he might die.
She heated up their food for them. They both had grown so pale!
She listened as the fairy Terry told his tragic tale. . .
of how he’d lost his way and, for food, had not one crumb
until her dear spouse rescued him. At last, his prince had come!
Alternating with awe and amazement
Belief breathes blessings, brilliant and bright
Calming, creative and colorful – so calm
Dreaming of dainty, delicate delights
Endlessly eager to eliminate evil
Friendly and full of feelings so faithful
Graceful, giving, glorifying God
Hopeful, heartening, a happy heart
Inspiring imaginations and insights
Joyfully jabbering with jaded jests
Keeping kindness with a keener kaleidoscope
Loving, living, laughing, lighting lives
Making music, melodies to make merry
Noels, nativities and needs being nurtured
Open odes and olive branches offered
Promises of peace, prosperity and praise
Quiet and quaint quotes on queries
Reflections and reminders of rare rhymes
Silent sounds, silvery and soft
Truths and talents tempting all to be thankful
Ultimately, using those in unbelievable unions
Visiting vibrant thoughts on velvety vistas
Wise and warm, welcoming worthy souls
Xerically xenogeny brought to xerophilous
Younger in years than in yawning yarns
Zestful zealots who live in heart zeniths
''A'' Forms, New Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
POEM TYPE: Abecedarian
2. angel
December 8, 2021
The end is about to come
So says everyone at home
What about those desires, those dreams and those tasks
Those not completed, those which the holy fairy asks
To the people of this world
Whether he be a boy or she be a girl
And what of their answer, should you wonder
Allow us a whole lifetime in this transient matter
They said with forceful emotion
We love our blurry illusion
The end, in that case, shall be delayed
Said our fairy so dismayed
Thought she, the earthlings cared not
For life, for its mundane lot
They litter, they destroy, they control
And they think of themselves as the great symbol
Do forgive, pretty fairy,
Do allow us to make merry
A pledge we take on this day
We shall learn to make our hay
With feelings of goodness
So that we shall always be blessed!
And so the end came not,
For the sake of Love's Lot!
Love for our earth, love for humanity
Love ringing the bells of purity!
Have you noticed how instruments show feelings?
It truly is a marvel to behold!
With the human touch they express emotions
That the musicians may not have told...
The Violins and Violas, how
They sing. They laugh. They cry
In the deepest realms of melody.
It brings tears to the eyes.
The chuckle of the Cello
Brings a smile to the face
As the strings vibrate and wiggle away
From a tickling hands embrace.
The Bows in unison rise and fall
Like dancers in a show.
Jolly whistles make merry tunes
From the Flutes and Picallo.
The delicate twinkles from the Harp
Add some sparkle to the light.
The playful Piano keys compete
And race in this musical night.
The Drums echo out the beat
Of the Orchestral heart.
The rates of which will vary
To the ending from the start.
The audience accompanies
The Orchestral happy hour
With clapping hands and tapping toes
And lyrics voices shower...
Watch and listen carefully.
More than musicians are at play.
The instruments are happy
And they share their joy today!
A year has gone by, let it go,
Embrace the new year as it comes;
Past skirmishes, and slights, let go,
Let’s greet happiness in our homes;
Another year is upon us,
Amidst new start-ups and new hopes;
Time for us all to greet and bless,
Honest opinions avoid tropes;
One more year thus, has gone away,
Our blunders, still, are holding sway;
How have we let it slip away,
Like sand through our fingers each day;
The time is not to fret or frown,
No point in telling all in town;
‘Cause it could lead to a breakdown,
Lest people should call thee a clown;
Wishes, greetings, also blessings,
To our trusty friends, good tidings;
New year comes to tug at feelings,
That make us think of reflectings;
Resolutions made and broken,
And to make with no fear again;
Even if in good health or pain,
Let not our efforts go in vain;
Wishes are in order to all,
Let’s greet them first and foremost, call;
If you remain aloof and tall,
People will know you have some gall;
Every human is good at heart,
Unless devil sends them astray;
It’s our duty, fight from the start,
Keep dark thoughts and evil away;
So, make merry before it ends,
If friendship broken, make amends;
Time for new ideas, new trends,
As the New Year among us blends.
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Oh fiddle-dee-dee!
Oh fortuity!
Come take a chance with me—
on a slippery-dip slide,
down to serendipity,
where happenstance
shakes the dice,
and takes the chance
to dance with me,
romance with me.
I tripped on a maybe; I slipped on a sigh,
did a dance with chance, as it wandered by.
That flipped the switch—in the blink of an eye—
My fortune lit up, streaking across the sky.
Call it a fluke, call it a break.
Call it pure chance, no hands could fake—
When you riled the give-and-take,
you made luck, drive in its stake.
Let fortuity fling! Let serendipity sing,
Let fortune shuffle its luck through everything.
A stumble, a tumble — then you swoop right in!
to play all your cards—go bold, all-in!
So spin the wheel to clack, clack its spark,
let chance light a match to scatter the dark.
Make merry, and rouse the larrikin lark—
to laugh, sing, dance—a fling in the park.
Oh fiddle-dee-dee!
Oh fortuity!
Come take a chance with me—
on a slippery-dip slide,
down to serendipity,
where happenstance
shakes the dice,
and takes the chance
to dance with me,
romance with me.
Happy May Day, all you PS boys and girls...EVOE!
Squeeze a cherry and let it sit,
And don't forget to take out the pit.
Let it ferment,
At least a day as a rule,
To give it some zing
And a kick like a mule.
Do the same with the blackberry,
There on the vine,
Then fill full the flagons
With festival wine.
From cherry to berry
We'll ramble along,
Our cups full of hooch,
Our young hearts full of song.
Inside the tubs
The fruit still ferments.
Those juices have uses
To enhance our intents
To revel with Bacchus,
The god of the vine.
With each quaff of the vino
We erupt into rhyme.
Be it barley and hops,
Or cherry or berry,
Let flow freely the brew
Whilst we drink and make merry.
Tomorrow's regret
Is tonight's joyful song,
The flesh may be weak, boys,
But the spirits are strong.
Author's note: I'm just doing a bit of reminiscing with this one, dear readers, remembering all those Sunday afternoon "beer busts" and "ice cream socials" that added so much flavor to my university experience. Also suggested by a story on the local news some time ago about the theft of a great number of cherries off trees in a private backyard here. No evidence to suggest if they were destined for pies or, perhaps, spirits like Kirsch or Maraschino. A Wikipedia moment for those who don't know: Bacchus is the Greco-Roman (Dionysus to the Greeks) deity of the grape harvest, winemaking, and wine, and of ritual madness and ecstasy. He was a real party animal.