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Mia Blue Heart spoke only in sad, garish tongues.
She saw only darkness even in the warm rays of the sun.
All the town's people stayed far away from her opaque view.
She breathed only in silent shadows of the deepest shades of blue.
As time withered on, she withdrew into a cracked shell.
Nobody cared to really listen, and she was unwilling to tell.
They say that the blueness was ignited many springs ago.
On an icy mountain ridge topped off with blackened snow.
She had a young lover who presented her a diamond ring,
On one knee he'd promised a rainbow filled with all her dreams.
Chivalry strode up the mountain to make good on the vow.
A late spring snow rushed in; the reaper began to howl.
Caught mid-stride, before he could make his way back down.
He died on that snowy ridge- his soul escaped into a cloud.
The next morning, they brought his bones back down.
Slowly drew back a blanket that she'd lovingly had woven.
She never cried a single tear, but her spirit was split wide open.
She gazed upon a spray of wildflowers; he'd been true to his vow.
Mia Blue heart drifted into the mountains and never came back down.
12/31/18
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What mighty man shall this cup serve,
Whose power rests on fealty’s nerve,
With certain lust it shames to know,
How upon its charms did grow.
A thousand years did wax and wane,
Until a Dane did ascertain,
That time was ripe for certain news,
A book he wrote with crooked clues.
A goodnight read did he convey,
Thoughts that caused some disarray,
With simple verse did he unveil,
A magic code that was the real.
Foul, foul to be so naughty!
Those dirty men at a party,
So many others not invited,
Rage and anger now ignited.
His story told a subtle tale,
Of one who was a ripe female,
Into the night she had fled with seed,
Carrying the babe of man’s misdeed.
The churchmen did not like this thought,
Preferring the plan they had bought,
That damsels ought to stay like that,
So a chosen few could pass the hat.
Whence upon the story broke,
The pope his army did invoke,
To arrest the man’s little scheme,
For thinking of this seamy dream.
Another bloke whose name was Leigh,
Who suffered from some jealousy,
Cried and yelled with all his might,
To no avail was the fight.
With all the Brownian motion,
There was a bit of commotion,
A genre hereby was created,
By an idea that many hated.
So what was really this all about,
That threatened those who were devout,
Could it simply have been so scary,
That the Man was sometimes Mary?
That they forgot a contraceptive,
Should not make us less receptive,
To one degree or another,
We all come from the same big mother.
So let us stop this boring blight,
Embrace instead the fun of night,
Dan the man stole an idea,
Oh mama mia, mama mia!
The sun shines bright and brilliant
In the vast Timbavati of the great Savanna
Where a majestic creature stands
With a mane as radiant as sunrays.
It’s Thor, the mighty white lion
His eyes are like golden topaz
That have a piercing yellow glow,
A gleam with a fierce show.
A white lion is a rare and wondrous sight,
This majestic creature roams its realm with might.
His roar echoes through the grass and trees,
His fur sheens like moonlight and is caressed by gentle breeze.
From breeding farm to Timbavati,
The journey was not easy, but a trial!
He Trod through hills and valleys,
And crossed streams in the forest alleys.
Through treacherous terrain, he never lost hope,
A beacon of courage on this epic scope.
Encountering obstacles testing his might,
His determination burned with a celestial light.
The awaited Timbavati, his noble lair,
A divine sanctuary beyond compare.
The land embraced him with open arms,
A homecoming celebration free from harms.
So, perchance you ever happen to spy,
A white lion staring with curious eye,
Bow your head and look upon with respect,
For it’s the king of Savanna you must not neglect.
*A tribute to the movie ‘Mia and the White Lion'.
I crave sticky butter mint balls
Liquorice allsorts from the candy stalls
Orange smarties, my favourite treat
Violet crumbles I just love to eat
English toffees for me to masticate
Chocolate drops make me salivate
Aniseed balls would paint my tongue red
Nougat or should I choose fruit gums instead
Dime bars and snickers too much temptation
Yikes! my waistline spread’s caused aggravation!
Message In An Acrostic 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues
09/07/21
To speak for those, who no longer have a voice,
were I to get it wrong, would they really have a choice?
No.., they didn't choose me as spokesperson, why would they?
I am not clairvoyant.
But they haunt my dreams still...cause me to rise, plead me to look back.
They won't let me alone, point in fact.
“I am waiting patiently. Goodbye my darlings"
Bill didn't have enough water to write much more than this.
Born on Valentine's day, with his heart set on Chubby,
eight days to dwell on a love that almost was, now missed.
Mia was a sad-eyed beauty, there's no denying that.,
she never got free the shadow cast, Ernie's early demise.
Though a mother's love, given and reciprocated,
found a fondness binding, throughout her short life.
Marty made the day special for friends and family,
never thinking of himself, a miracle and twin borne.
Forsaken in life's wishes, called only for justice seen,
lived life fitting of a brother they'll always mourn.
Save up the coins for the ferryman while you still can,
the days will bring swift recounting.
Leave lasting memory for love's empty hand,
and debts of the heart ever surmounting.
Best of husbands you must be in this world,
unique in many aspects, hold, behold!
your presence is enough to cheer me up!
Steady and calm at each and every step,
often I think, so lucky to have you,
marriage was a gift from out of the blue,
eager am to see you when you return,
Make my day, buy everything under Sun,
i love you so much, you are fantastic,
lest you forget, I wrote this acrostic,
kindly read this and please buy morning milk!
Written 09/09/2021
Message in an Acrostic 2
Kim Rodrigues sponsored
10 syllables each line
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*whence used correctly vide supra
*mamma; merriam-webster.com
Latin, "breast" ') whoooo luvz yuh
E dopo tutto, tutto questo, amore mio
Ti amo, ti adoro e ti amerò per sempre
Dopo tanto trambusto e confusione
Dopo tanto caos e tribolazione
Dopo tante sfide folli
Dopo tanti divertenti conflitti
Dopo tante false accuse
Dopo tante deboli opposizioni
Dopo tante vane umiliazioni
Dopo tanti atti terribili
Dopo tanti testamenti
Dopo tanti giuramenti
Dopo tanti sogni strani
Dopo tante vere bugie
Dopo tante incomprensioni
Dopo tante pazze suppliche
Dopo tante discussioni inutili
Dopo tanti sguardi inutili
Dopo tanti miscugli e pericoli
Dopo tante manie e gesti infantili
Dopo tanti insulti e chimere
Dopo tanto disprezzo e guerre paramilitari
Dopo tante litanie ruggiti
Dopo tante reazioni laconiche
Dopo tanto amaro trambusto
Dopo tanti discorsi capovolti
Dopo tanti poemi elegiaci
Dopo tanti sguardi demoniaci
Dopo tanto silenzio incredibile
Dopo tanti giorni e notti di noia
Dopo tanti sudori ubriachi e malaticci
Dopo tante lacrime rapide e furtive
Dopo tante cose che non oserei dettagliare
E dopo tanti altri che non vorrei elencare
Ti amo, ti voglio e continuerò ad amarti
L'amore è una follia gonfia di desideri inesplicabili
Parole e testi a volte sono strumenti incapaci
Per definire correttamente il destino e le esegesi dell'anima
Nessuno è perfetto tranne l'immaginazione della donna
Gli uomini sbagliano sempre. Gli uomini forti non hanno
Mai la ragione appropriata qualunque sia la stagione
Dopo tutto, tutto questo, mia bella rosa
Il firmamento non diventerebbe cupo
Il vento primaverile è arrivato a inghirlandare la natura
Gli uccelli volano e cantano. Che felice avventura
Il futuro dirà il resto. Come uno scriba in verve, non vedo l'ora di scrivere
E dopo tutto questo, ti amo e voglio confermare tutte le mie parole.
Traduzione di "After All, All These, My Pretty Rose" di Hébert Logerie
Copyright© febbraio 2022, Hébert Logerie, Tutti i diritti riservati
Hébert Logerie è autore di diverse raccolte di poesie.
R hythmic waves rose bending, beating
O ut of my heart into my soul breathing once again,
M elting beneath the silk heavens hued in cherry blossoms.
A nother night to drown in your moonlight blue eyes,
N uzzle into your neck then savor your lips once again,
T angle my fingers through your silky chestnut hair.
I don't ever want this night to end
C aught in the lace work of your love.
9/8/2021
Message In An Acrostic 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Rodrigues
hidden quote
As I think of another
S - she played like an accomplished musician
T - throughout the whole of the audition
R - receiving a standing ovation after an
A – awe inspiring performance that
D - delighted all, audience and judges alike with
I – impeccable timing and pitch whilst
V - veritable charm seeped from her fingers that even
A - angels would be jealous of, an awesome
R - rendition of unforced precision which
I - in spite of her tender age, was beyond
U – unexpected and all she gave was a
S - shy smile not realising her potential
Message is a quote by Heinrich Heine
09.01.21
Contest: Message in Acrostic 2
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues