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I quickly joined the Navy on June the 4th, 1943,
As soon as I graduated at 17, life was definitely to be;
I received boot training in the state of Maryland,
At Bainbridge, became a navigator noble and grand.
I was sent to Amphibious Training wet, phew wee,
At Little Creek in Virginia, where I got my crew,
Of different ranks including machinists as gunners,
The craft was 56-foot, our rations made us stunners.
But I was separated from my crew, went to Plymouth,
In England, placed on a Liberty ship used to house,
Replacement cargo for artillery that got destroyed,
Which was so much longer than the crafts deployed.
In Fahnouth England, I memorised Normandy maps,
Prepared and used a Reflectoscope to turn on the taps;
We were scared of poison gas when we hit Omaha,
I was quarantined on June 1st of ’44, needed mama.
We saved many from the crafts using cargo nets sublime,
But they were difficult to climb in the rough seas, crime,
A craft almost mounted the ship ‘cos of a high wave,
And always we had to be steely and very, very brave.
The bombs from the Nazi’s were the size of footballs,
And we painstakingly recovered many bodies, stalls,
From the water which had just beaten them cruelly,
And that first D-Day morning we were losing brutally.
The Germans hedgehogs, or bombs for the landing crafts,
Fired on us from a pillbox, but in my case American staff,
Took my attacking pillbox out, and I was just so grateful,
‘Cos it was causing me havoc ‘cos I almost felt too awful.
Luckily that night two German planes simply just avoided us,
After a few days we did hydrographic 3D printing work, suss,
For which I was commended, I contributed to today’s 3D printing
Then I lead the invasion of southern France, which was amazing.
The Panama Canal saw me on a rocket ship headed for Japan,
But the A-Bomb ended the war, and we went state-side to tan,
My Honourable Discharge was in March of ’46, and I was quick,
To get back to my peacetime activities, but never forgot the sick.
Can I take your ear and tell you what I’m doing here
And will you stay to hear me through… as I relate my tale to you
All the people sleeping here are free forever of all fear
For one, I’ve left a red rose which I water with a tear
So look around at all the plots at all those final resting spots
And nettles of which there are lots, and dead plants stood in pots
But here you’ll see a cross of wood in memory of someone good
Who’d run to me, with wide spread arms and kiss me where I stood
I wonder, does she see me now and does she walk beside me now
And when I come to take my bow, will she be there somehow
I’d hoped and planned like any man, I bought for her a baby grand
And though I bought it second hand, I knew she’d understand
And she had practiced night and day, and, boy, that girl could surely play
She’d play Carnegie Hall some day… and then she went away
She was my day, she was my night, she was my dark, she was my light
She was the reason I would fight, in situations tight
That old road leads to nowhere; only drunks and lovers go there
And she pushed me clear before a drunk took her without a care
I wonder, does she see me now and does she walk beside me now
And when I come to take my bow, will she be there somehow
So now I tread my path alone, not many numbers in my phone
And all my music is a drone, my world is monotone
And all my loves and all my hates are memorised like awful dates
Aside from she I speak of who now dwells beyond his gates
My hourglass has emptied slow but now I feel it’s time to go
Please witness this, my final throw; I want the world to know
That as I walked this unlit road until approaching headlights glowed
I wore my darkest clothing out of fear they might have slowed
I wonder, does she see me now and does she walk beside me now
And when I come to take my bow, will she be there somehow
you want to know a secret
when I write a poem and it's perfect
i dont share it
i bury it
deep inside of me
where no one else can see
i mean its perfect
not like this shift
it's elegant, poignant,
simplistic, bueatful
trucking perfect
its not erotic
but i read it
mentally masterbate to it
a euphoric chorus
straight form thesaurus
its just that great
im not being egotistical
if read, it would become universal
a meter tethered in clasical measure
a rythmic flow
with many metaphoric undertows
an iconic harmonic tonic
to make you feel like an embryonic hedonic youth
im not being napoleonic
its an actual truth
factually accurate
high in heaven
it produced a tear in the eye of god
who proclaimed
not a single flaw
not a single flaw
and he only saw what i wrote
well, because hes god
me being me i like to tease
allow me to be inclined to share a few lines
blow your mind
redefine your collective defective perspective
realign your ineffective respective connective tisue
"all my cows milk is homogenized
all my crows are well organized
all my sheep like to stare and creep
like to stare and creep"
but you'll never see
the rest of my secret poetry
that only exsist inside of me
cows will always moo
crows will always ka kah
sheep will always go baah baah baah
and the perfect elagance
of my literary inteligence
will die with me
never being seen
qouted, memorised or plagerized
as i will say with my last gasp
the next line being twice my last
all you super-duper-soupers can kiss my ***
ok all you super-duper-soupers have been slammed. if you want to slam me back just a few things. make it funny. make it a little nonsensical and definitly make it over the top
and if you do slam me back send me a soup mail or leave a comment so i can go read your slam.
In the cradle of our candle light last night...
We settled and sizzled in the moonlight.
We danced through the dense of the darkest night.
Like a cutest couple we cuddled in the bubble of bonded bouquets.
Dined with wine to shine out our night last night.
How dare can we forget last night.
We were shrined and shrinked into one sheet we shared
Shampooed with shampagne and shushed like sheeps
We craved in the caves of each other's shaved arms.
Swallowed and hallowed between the wallowed pillowed night.
Sweat so sweet on the suede of our whispered swear.
We were swamped and swept in the mid night of our night
I'd die to witness last night.
Like ducks we dived in a divine division of last night.
Sang so soft to sooth and smoothen our song.
Wowed and wooed each other so well
We chanted and changed every word for our night.
Wordless and wierdless we became to each other
So swollen into a stolen moment of our solemn night
Chandeliers chased all the chances of loneliness away.
And far away we were taken and got waken the next morning.
Moaning in sweetest till morning I mourned to face.
Last night is the night I won't forget.
I won't forget being undressed by the address of the night
Tortured, traumatized and trembled by your touch.
Both cascaded back to the decades of our dedicated love.
We memorised back the memories of best moments last night.
Slumbered and murmured in each other's ears all night long
The stars twinkled out our wrikled love to new life again.
We got new voucher to renew our vows last night.
Aroused by roses that formed rope-like shape.
The rope of love we got robbed to be strangled in love last night.
A night I am living to cherish forever...
When my heart could no longer illuminate,
I gazed towards horizons shrouded in blurry blackness,
revealing the agony of my sorrows to the moon.
Wondering if it would gift me a beloved
that reflects within my heart like an effervescent lamp.
One that would recognise my voice,
leading me to my dream world.
Suddenly a jewel from the sky descended like sunset.
I followed its path of sparkling stardust upon malachite meadows,
so I could have a glimpse of this unseen artistry.
I will never forget the first time she called my name,
nor the tingling sensations of an abundance of internal butterflies.
There she was, an untouched treasure.
Was she the one to endow me with pleasure?
Her precious persona enticed my sullen demeanour,
as it beamed like a billion streetlights,
reminding me of an unfinished song,
where the silence in between heartbeats was her name -
the last lyric to an omitted chorus.
Sapphire skies reappeared
bringing back absent sunshine,
Its radiant rays glowing upon her shadow.
Her eyes dazzled like bronze gems.
Her ruby red lips revealed a smile
brighter than a million pearls.
Her golden locks of hair glistened,
gently blowing in the aura of her magnificence.
I'll never forget the first time she cried,
her diamond tears trickled upon my chest,
like little stars glittering in her gloom,
concluding our unwritten poem,
memorised within the backstreets of our minds.
I can still savour the taste in my mouth -
She said her mascara was waterproof,
yet it's engraved within my soul
like an eternal tattoo.
The Silent One
21 February 2022
Three vaults to open, combinations memorised,
late dark night. all asleep. no one to be surprised,
plan is perfect, we are a team of seasoned three,
millions worth of bullions, rob, get away, be free!
in perfect silence we ease past the first steel vault,
have two more barriers to get past without fault,
Moon has played our ally by staying home tonight,
night vision goggles help us around nice and bright!
big John who has been unlocking the second vault,
suddenly he does an effortless somersault,
that is sure strange because that is not in the script,
for a man his size we wondered how high he leapt!
James turns around, falls as if hit hit by a rock,
two of us are down, yet two more vault to unlock!
I search for an explanation, gaze around me,
see a moving man on fire, my heart says flee!!
Before I can run, I feel a hand grasp my legs,
As I pull the firm hand seems to stretch a few pegs,
then an invisible hand lands a rocket punch,
next thing I know, we three are having cold Jail lunch!
I hate to admit our noble plan has been foiled,
to share hidden wealth amongst ourselves has been spoiled,
We have not a clue! by who, what are any more?
someone said, it could well be the fantastic four!
Written 19/11/2023
Rhyme abab
12 syllables each line.
Written for the contest - fantastic four!
Robert James Liguori sponsored
Childhood learning, knowing, knowledge gaining
Parents voices and actions all passed on
The learning process, each day memorised
The family group gathers at the end of the day
The kitchen table, set for five
Three sons growing, watching, learning
Mother and Father doing their best
Passing on all told to them in their past
Doing their best, sometimes not enough
Hugs and kisses shared with love
Sons grow as the years pass
School memories will sit in their past
Girlfriends introduced to the fold
Some become permanent, others not so
Talk of engagements discussed openly
Mother and Father sit there, listening intently
The eldest Son, heart worn on his sleeve
Talks of leaving the Family fold
Goodbyes given, tears are shed
One less at the table, an empty chair
This evening the talk is quiet
Mother and Father give each other the look
All goes quiet as tears flow
The empty place, causing memories of old
The process repeats as the years roll on by
Tonight, we look at Mother and Father on their own
The meal prepared, sits there waiting
That look is once again given
Hands grasp hands, squeezing tightly
They have done their duty, passed on knowledge
Hopefully, visits will soften into good memories
Parents suddenly thrust into a World not known
Hold onto each other, the story goes on.
I am wounded
I looked out the window
The light, streaming down
Amongst the trees
Reflecting on me
To walk amongst the trees,
A simple pleasure
Fresh scent of pine
Mind, at ease
I heard birds,
shadows flying from tree to tree
My hand to touch
This roughness of bark
Such thoughts , absurd
How the deepening light,
changes the colour of the trees
I have seen this view
Three thousand and six hundred and fifty times
Memorised it too
Always a delight
The physical bonds that hold me,
are permanent...
Ten years ago, the bullets shattered my spine in a contact
The broken back,
shackled me so
I am amongst the trees
I never went away
For, the mind is always free
Living another forest day
I cannot move,
The way I used to
The mind is never chained,
yet in this chair,
my body remained
To walk amongst the trees,
a simple pleasure
Thoughts to treasure
One day....
Please....
I feel,
Yet I cannot touch
The trees
I feel the wind
Blowing through
I wish I could too
Slow silent tears fall,
The light streaming down
Amongst the trees
I never went away
I visited you
every day...
I looked out the window
the light, streaming down
amongst the trees
reflecting on me
To walk amongst the trees,
a simple pleasure
Fresh scent of pine
mind , at ease
I heard birds,
shadows flying from tree to tree
My hand to touch
This roughness of bark
Such thoughts , absurd
How the deepening light,
changes the colour of the trees
I have seen this view
Three thousand and six hundred and fifty times
Memorised it too
Always a delight
The physical bonds that hold me,
are permanent...
Ten years ago,
the broken back,
shackled me so
I am amongst the trees
I never went away
For ,the mind is always free
Living another forest day
I cannot move,
the way I used to
The mind is never chained,
yet in this chair,
my body remained
To walk amongst the trees,
a simple pleasure
Thoughts to treasure
One day...
Please....
I feel,
yet I cannot touch
the trees
I feel the wind
Blowing through
I wish i could too
Slow silent tears fall,
the light streaming down
amongst the trees
I never went away...
I visited you...
every day...
Historically the books are written by a well-known writer
The characters are formed to choose the sense of flight or fighter
The library of the mind stows away the facts from the fiction
The sequence of events unfold, memorised with restriction
The nature of the story, can cause the mind to cry
The loss of peaceful innocence in those days gone by
The imagery of barricades in a crowded stark front room
Foreboding silence and tension create a sense of doom
In the old terraced house, there’s a closure of ranks
As the fighter steps forward and the other flanks
The pushing and shoving in the silent stark room
The circle decreases and a flash warps the plume
The memories jagged as they cut like a knife
As she’s hit by the boxer and fights for her life
The dry autumnal street carpets red and gold
The crunch of the leaves cushioned the blow
The flash of the memory vivid and sharp
Innocence held with such disregard
The nature of the story, can cause the mind to cry
The loss of peaceful innocence in those days gone by