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Let's applaud our
Adored Lord Broad
Fame and awards
Crossing swords &
Bossing visiting hordes
Name in the frame
On Lords boards
Cooing..wasn't it grand
Tanned boy with headband
Wooing the fanned stand
No wonder we're so fond
Of this towering..glowering
Powering flowering blonde
Plumping for knees pumping
Hearts a jumping
All a flutter
Tub thumping
Jaffas he's a scrumping
Utter bowling nutter
Batters in tatters
On the ropes
Slain with disdain
Hopes in vain
Dope tropes
Broad roared
Insane hurricane
Yet again
That strength of fine
Alright divine
Line and length
Vertiginous delight
Prodigious insight
Canny..crafty will
Log in to his noggin
Didactic tactic thrill
Found going round
Was gravy..on the money
Crowned genius genesis
Hefty lefty nemesis
Davy Warner..his bunny
Gladly listened to Hadlee
Took note of what
The Goat did float
Shorten your run son
Well must embellish
Relish to hone
To still cherish..own the throne
With Jimmy his friend
Found at their home grown ground
Got their own eponymous end
Game's pantomime dame
If everything else fails
Wrist twist of the bails
Burning beacon flame
What a gusto way to go
For our dearly loved maestro
Bravado even braggadocio
Willy Wonka winning ticket
Plucky...jammy...lucky
Hero cheerio double whammy
As Broad encored..
Last ball bowled..got a wicket
Last ball faced for 6 did flick it
Helluva a way
For our stellar fella
To say goodbye
To Test cricket
our hearts were once joined,
now apart the degrees
of separation are burning,
my wounds are weeping
there is no other day
judgment came yesterday
Autumn leaves began their journey
as my night was laid to rest
the walls started falling down
scattering the Rose of Sharon
a bed of flowers to die in
a place to lay my weary head
I can no longer go walkabout
black smoke is streaming
a signal, all is not well
there is only one reality, now
tomorrow has yet to come
yesterday is already history
I must savor these last
moments, sucking in each drop
in desperation I prayed for hope
for the will to fight again
but also for the strength to let go
my fingers slowly lost their grip
creeping my purchase crumbled
sinking ever deeper
becoming an automaton
I am going through the motions
watching the lights extinguish
along with my last grain of sanity
the cloudy waters of my heart
dream poems, writing of the light
I can surf the stars once again
the lip curls, it is folding my heart
and creasing my mind
sanity has fled on golden wings
as sleeves of soul sway in the breeze
New sight
Stepped out of a dark mind.
What wonders will I now find
Seeing all as new
My world grew
Seeing things in this new light
I feel this is right
Feelings I thought long dead
A new path before me now has spread
Looking in awe with new sight
Stepping past yesterday
New words I must say
What will I find
The old I leave behind
So much to see
All that can be
Hope felt so deep.
The switch from dark to light
Finally this feels right
What all I can do
I feel myself . this is new
I can feel a smile
Been such a long while
Reaching out for all I see
This is how life must be
The empty has left from inside
Excited I must confide
Kinda like the way I feel
Something has decided to heal
What's next I must know
Everything I see a beautiful show
This is all so very knew to me
All these things I now see
Never to leave my eye
Hard not to cry
For once my new sight
Can relax from the fight
My heart is mine again
See this grin
Freedom has come to be
I think I finally found me
I looked outside one morning as the day had just begun to see a grey sky overhead….dark clouds blotting out the sun.
Sadness seemed to blanket everything at the beginning of this day…the world seemed smaller…more confining as a storm was on its way.
Soon the sadness that had filled the clouds dropped to the Earth in rain…and I thought why the weather can change my mood…is difficult to explain.
Sometimes the rain makes me happy as I remember playing in it with Mom and Dad…other times when I am missing them…the raindrops make me sad.
The storm completed its visit around noon…and again…it’s difficult to explain how the sadness I was feeling…departed with the rain.
Once the skies cleared and I could see the sun would be shining for a while…it’s as if the sun took any sadness I was feeling…and replaced it with a smile.
What is this strange phenomenon I thought….what is the weather trying to say…perhaps that, in our life, there will be storms along the way.
And when a storm brings sadness…as some storms often do…It’s okay to be sad…knowing when the storm is through…
the clouds will break…the sun will shine…and happiness will return…
Perhaps this is the lesson the weather wants us all o learn.
That yes, we will experience storms…but eventually all storms wane…
And we must decide if our life is to be guided by the sun…
or determined by the rain.
what chance did i have when inside i am broken
what chance did i have when no warm words were spoken
second by choice, no more than a ghost
shunned by the world when im in need the most
what chance did i have when your forced to decide
what chance did i have when im living on pride
quick to make money and quicker to move on
with a flash of a smile and then i am gone
what chance did i have when im young on the street
what chance did i have when im feel incomplete
ive been down in the gutter, the lowest of low
with a few treasured items, packed ready to go
what chance did i have when my life is a lie
what chance did i have when i cant even cry
stone on the inside, a complexion of ice
a chance must be taken
SO PLEASE ROLL THE DICE.
Deathbed Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Daniel Henry Rodgers
Contest Judged: 11/1/2025 6:35:00 AM
( 3rd place )
Written: October 10, 2025
"I must go in, the fog is rising." ~ Emily Dickinson
The fog moves gently through the field,
touching each blade as if to say goodbye.
It leans against her windowpane,
a quiet guest come to lead her home.
Outside, the birds have gone quiet.
The air holds its breath;
She gazes once more at her fading garden,
where colors drift into soft gray peace.
Her lips part only to release a sigh,
the sound of something setting free.
No struggle, only the stillness
that comes when light meets rest.
And when the fog has lifted,
the room keeps her calm behind…
a hush, a whisper,
a bloom of white where her spirit passed.
I woke trembling on the threshold of dawn
as dappled sunlight through my window shone
Upon my primed canvas there had been drawn
a masculine image with finely chiseled cheekbones
What virile fantasy had I born while in flight
for my hand to have created such a dashing face
In stippled darkness of my dream-filled night,
a handsome fantasy did I dare fondly embrace
His eyes stared in wonder; tantamount to my own
No angle shielded me from their deep penetration
I held my breath, then released a soft guttural moan
as his strong hand guided mine without hesitation
Warm colors defined muscular features I painted
His hazel eyes were flecked with dustings of gold
Flushed with desire, in a warm blush I was tainted
when he faintly whispered, "To have and to hold"
My palette was awash in shades of crimson. Soiled
with streaks of scarlet were my hands and gown
My brush strokes lingered on his full lips as I toiled
imagining passion's kiss, in their depth I would drown
I could not bear the thought of tearing myself away
On and on I painted where his gentle hands led
until finally wearied from hunger, upon my bed I lay
Unsated was a craving within me, a desire to be fed
With eyes closed, I hoped to dream of him once more,
of this man who had completely captivated my heart
Come, handsome stranger. Find me as you did before
I cannot endure life if we must live it in dreams apart
a day at the fair
savoring an ice cream cone
best of memories
petting my cat or
taking the dog for a walk
best of memories
cruising in my car
the top down, wind in my hair
best of memories
summer and sunsets
jumping waves, bathing in sun
best of memories
Halloween, Christmas,
birthdays and Fourth of July
best of memories
meeting up with friends
conversations with dinner
best of memories
popcorn with a movie
sharing this with someone loved
best of memories
writing poetry
challenging the heart and soul
best of memories
my grandchildren's hugs
kind words and playing fun games
best of memories
seeing family
laughing while reminiscing
best of memories
July 23, 2019 for Jamie Pan's Multiple-Haikus Poetry Contest
Writer's Statement: I wanted to do a string of these little poems to show the things I remember the most in my life, the things that bring me the most joy. Since these are all things that have created for me my best memories, I continue to do as many of them as I can. We don't have to be rich and living in a mansion to enjoy these pleasures, and I feel very grateful that I have even had the privilege of doing all these things which for others in the world may not even be possible for them! I strongly believe that we must enjoy our lives, and try to share with others the things that make us happy. In this way, we are constantly making more and more happy memories.
This gift, this gift, forgiving and free
It was meant for you and me.
Decide forgiveness is a guide,
Look it in the eye and feign no pseudo pride.
Each cut of grief we must care for,
Forget not the root, with forgiveness cure.
Forgiveness is gift we forthright can give,
Like fair advice receivers receive.
Forgiveness is relative of love
It flows in silence from above.
It touches humble hearts, and melts those callous as ice
It may seem radical in part, yet in it we can rejoice.
Can you see its worth?
Partake in its birth.
Let your inner artist roam free,
Forgive you, forgive everybody.
It sets captives free,
It is a gift from God to you and me.
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Reflections in murky waters is never clear
Kind of like ones fear
Not sure what you really see
In all the possibilities that be
Imagination takes flight
This can't be right
It fills in the blank with the thoughts of the worse kind
It's goal is to cloud the mind
Make you unsure
Truth becomes a blur
Darkens all you see
Hard to break free
Fear of the unknown
Think hope has flown
You must be strong
I'm not wrong
Fear
Is always near
Believe in you
This you can do
Buried so deep
From all the times you did weep
Slowly building inside
Like the emotional tide
Let it over you sweep
Take this leap
Believe in you
I speak true
Fear is all in the mind
And this you'll find
If you don't give in to Fear
Murky waters tend to clear