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Across the years, 400 plus, my stories endlessly play out their parts.
I played not on painted stage, but I knew the human heart -
I captured, with quill and scratch, the passions of laughter and tears.
I held up a mirror, in doublet and verse, to things unbound by years,
like the weight of grief, the lightness of love and the serpents of ambition.
The music of verse, the lilt and fall of words, hold a strange enchantment,
brief spells where fools, princes, witches and kings shared a selfsame planet.
Though my bones lay in hallowed ground, the stories I spun linger yet.
They've played out, in age after age, on a thousand, thousand stages.
It’s well done, If I say so myself, to live on, in millions of minds and bookshelves.
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*Written for a history poem challenge: to speak for a historical figure
*Image of Hellboy II: The Golden Army by Wallpaper Flare.
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The Gret of Regret, Soliloquy
I remember, but naught too well, the first time of Hellboy, an earthy creature, a-must-be, heaven would naught have created a being such as he, and after all, he's naught an "it", oh no, for he thinks -- methinks, much too straight-forwardly and on his feet to boot. Move before they do and always get to the upper hand of things, seems to be his John Madden playbook of the '70s. Why bother with logic and reason when Hellboy is dealing with fragile minds bent on world conquest.
The Golden Army, the Hellboy movie I've seen some years ago when my kids, were kids -- and I being the eldest. Vagueness plagues me to no end, but the inkling gist was a brother and sister duo, but sadly, naught so much so, for sister played her own brother and teamed with Hellboy instead. The telltale sign envisioned in the frat's eyes, being the wherewithal, their Ides of March to be -- in arrears, of betrayal. To be undone by the one, by the very one.
Life can be fleeting but we came to know that honor fleets faster. Though the appearance of its angle for the perspective of the movie was considered simply as a sidetrack sorta thing, yet in and of itself, became the films main attraction, piquing interest within the audiences already situated in full enjoyment of the twist, and how it will all play out in that, edge-of-the-seat moment. Alas, ambiguity wins at the end, for death did occur, but whose? Naught Hellboy, I'm certain of that!
2022 January 28
*2nd Place*
Mignolaverse
~~Robert James Liguori: Judged 2022 January 31
If I could choose one type of love for two people to share that would allow them throughout their life together to be happy…to rejoice…one love above all others…
then tree love would be my choice.
Tree love begins when two seeds of love are planted together…how it happens…no one really knows…but once planted side-by-side, like two trees, their love begins to grow.
They grow so close together their limbs are always touching and anyone who sees them understands the love they share between them…as they’re forever holding hands.
Individually they are independent and wonderful but together…each other they enhance…
Watch them in the wind…see how beautifully they dance.
Watch them weather any storm together…watch them feel each other’s pain…watch them share their joy and laughter watch them play out in the rain.
Watch if one tree teeters in the wind or a sudden summer squall…how the other tree is there to catch them…and will not let them fall.
Watch if one tree is filled with sorrow…is ever nervous or afraid…how the other tree is there with arms outstretched to offer the comfort of its shade.
Watch how there is no jealousy between them…no feeling they have to hide…if one tree is taller or more colorful than the other…there is only delight…and joy…and pride.
Watch how, no matter how old and wrinkled they become…they remain young in their hearts…and how their roots have grown so intertwined they can’t be pulled apart.
The road to joy and happiness…that’s an easy choice for me…
Yes, if I could choose one path to true love…then tree love it would be.
We breathe in the shadows, perfecting the lie,
While the truth of us screams in a hushed lullaby.
I am stained by that kiss—by the heat, by the sin,
By the way that you let me and the cold universe in.
You were the brave one, the first to break through,
But now I am haunted by the ghost of you.
I am tearing apart in the way i wait for your touch,
Loathing the fact that I want you this much.
Was it a whim? Just a flicker of grey?
Or does the same fever consume you today?
The unknown is a killer, deep in the vein,
A craving for pleasure that’s indistinguishable from pain.
The guilt is a shadow I can't seem to shed,
A heavy, dark cover I wear in bed.
When the world demands we play out our part,
In the wreckage of us, hold me in your heart.
I am drowning in "maybe”, in secrets and salt,
Loving you feels like a beautiful fault.
If this is a ruin, let the heavy stone fall,
But if you are with me—if you feel it all—
Then let the shame burn until we are apart,
And forever, please, hold me in your heart.
Why do I have to choose?
Don't ask me to do this, the test of my
virtues?
Did you send this man as part of me?
Then why, does play out, so confusing?
Love and loyality render me irrational.
I gave my heart to both of you, at the aisle.
To have and to hold until death do us part.
That decision would have been easier at
the start.
I prayed for your soul, when our lives
began.
Those nights we talked of Christ's
salvation plan.
Whom will I serve? Choose this very day.
I know what I must do, my thoughts in
disarray.
God, we must follow you beyond and
above.
Commanding us to choose you, as our
first love.
You sent us your Son, who died on the
cross.
Your returning draws nigh, so many are
still lost.
One day in life, I see so many tears
One day in life, I live so many years
I see the birth and death of many hearts and minds
I see the glowing happy smiles and hear the screaming cries
I feel life moving by, feel growth under the sky
I try to warn him off but on me he's cast his eye!
I sense so much fear, loneliness and despair
He stands looking at a photograph of six beautiful eyes, three people for him who care.
He cries out their names, begs for them not to blame
The whiskey encourages him to play out his game!
I stand alone, tall and strong with a man who couldn't see
That life was in his hands before he set his soul free
I stand here witness to his final act
Photograph in hand, I hear the snap!
Now I groan in pain, I shiver when the sunlight braces me
Here I am again as I have been for millennia but now a dead man......
Hangs off this tree.
How dare they think to diss our Flag
and disregard our Anthem song,
when this great country gave the chance
for them to move and rise headlong
into the limelight of renown,
be part of teams respected wide
and honored by sports fans galore.
Why from their country must they hide
and take a knee when glory calls
to then respect their land of free
that gave them status in their field...
this land of opportunity?
They gladly sign their contracts, though...
those multi-million, three-year deals
supported by their fans that cheer
with pride in our country's ideals.
Why even all Olympians
with their own flags march in the crowd;
on podiums with medals show
pride while their Anthems play out loud.
And why has N F L now caved...
our Anthem banned at many games.
Teams, win or lose, will bear the cost
as followers condemn their shames.
When pride in country disappears,
to play for money, the main goal,
it leaves sad emptiness within
each patriotic heart and soul.
September 16, 2018
~NA~
Contest: Unsheath Your Sword
Sponsor: John Lawless
Contest Rules:
"UNSHEATH THE SWORD – HACK, SLASH, PARRY, THRUST
WRITE WHAT YOU WILL – WRITE WHAT YOU MUST
WADE INTO BATTLE – BLOODY THE PAGE
POETS ARE WARRIORS – REGARDLESS OF AGE"
I am comfortable with the loneliness now,
I shall wear it while it works,
But I shall take no oath nor solemn vow,
just sit silently as it lurks.
I have been reborn a hundred times,
as I refuse to learn the lesson,
and from the ashes a poet does rise,
as I refute my own confessions.
The strength that I refuse to see,
becoming obvious each passing night,
the power that lies in I not we,
my un-extinguishable light.
For chunks of heart have been torn from me,
stolen, trampled then devoured,
for the sake of art, uncomfortably,
my pen, again, empowered.
I sit and ponder why I always lose,
to so many types of distress and pain,
but somehow these paths I always choose,
and I play out the aftermath for you again.
I survive these things so that I can be whole,
as I empty myself onto this screen,
to make them smile my only goal,
and perhaps shed a tear in between.
For I will die for you all again and again,
I will suffer nightmares and take medication,
To truly live I must experience much pain,
with self imposed dares and true dedication.
My heart is warming now I feel the return,
of its beat, its flow and its pace,
next time it is stolen I will tell of the burn,
as I slip from my next embrace.
To feel such things I must take such leaps,
of boundaries, of faith, and live dreams,
but hold on tight to those slithers of peace,
that caress me in between.
Don’t get into anything you cannot reach, mama said, mama said.
Tippy Toe Cat was delighted; she summersaulted landing on her head.
Mama said, “I mean it! I don’t want to come home to find you dead!”
Tippy Toe Cat was astounded, but knew she was going for that bread.
Bread had been sliced and was put into a high up silverware drawer.
He heard Tippy Toe Cat creeping up there, and he kind of swore.
Dang cat! He said. She will eat me up and I will end up as gore.
That is when he heard her sniffing with her whispers and much more.
Tippy Toe Cat was wobblily, and not happy to be working this hard.
Along came an ornery brother Tad who fancied himself a kind of bard.
He began singing opera, his fat tummy shook like freshly made lard.
Frightened wobbling Tippy Toe Cat yelled “Go play out in the yard!”
In a few seconds Tippy Toe Cat had been knocked to the floor.
That stupid yippy neighbor dog had come through her own cat door!
She was as angry as she had ever been and her petootsie was sore.
She yowled and hissed and pinned that stupid dog to the floor.
Her mommy came home and saw the mess and got mad.
Ha-ha thought bread, I am so glad she knows Tippy Toe is bad.
Tippy Toe let the stupid neighborhood dog go, and he was truly glad.
But no bread was eaten by a cat that day, delighting her brother Tad.
THE UNKNOWN
Unbeknownst to you, you touched the deepest recesses of my heart.
You are the oil that penetrated these old and rusted tight, hinges -
making it possible, to open, once again, the steely doors to my heart.
For what has seemed a life time, I thought - never again love to feel, love to experience,
love to express or to let in the life and light of love's forces, love's energies.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye - you cared not to see.
Blindness now reigns supreme - lost is that beautiful dream.
Nothing but harsh words, words of indifference - a spirit so mean
that comes at me in forceful waves, permeating every scene
that you and I - upon life's stage - play out our parts,
in costumes life's experiences have fashioned for us
that we - on our journey - have tailored in defense of our souls.
You where the key my Dear, - not ever wanting to be for fear -
that opened the lock, turned the clock, opened my heart for me
and a world - lost for so long - I believed I'd never again see.
That now is being destroyed, it's crumbling, soon to be all gone
and you contend, believe it was all - I who made it go wrong,
caring not to see, wanting not to hear the dirges that have become my song.
Now you want me to let it go, now you no longer want me to carry on.
Oh how I wanted to undress my heart, my spirit, my soul, all my dreams
lay them all - naked, free, new born - before your eyes - nothing to hide.
This I did for you, you did not see, you shot them down, you denied,
told me I was not your friend, told me I did not love you,
told me you had only two friends, Christina, Randy.
This left me no place to go - nothing more I can do.
Except remember - I think you are as sweet as candy.
B.J."A" 2
May 15th 2009