Long Riper Poems
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O ever changing sky, blue-gray and maudlin
your mood and unsettled ways, meld with mine.
Clouds seem but blemishes upon horizons
as weary as the soot smudged cheeks of urchins.
Bruised in hues at once fresh with pain and longing,
not yet healed by the riper rise of next day’s bloom.
O ever changing sky, the nascent forest’s buds.
Its lashes linger in the purple poignancy of dusk
and whip thy brow with thrashing maple limbs.
Eyeless vault of heaven cry for me, release my plight
erase with thy wonders this tattered visage so forlorn.
The sky of night holds many jewels of delight.
O ever changing sky, clear to crisper shades of sapphire,
ping with shooting stars and glowing diadems of light.
Let lavender blue soften my sorrows for I like Merope*
need Orion’s might to lift my heartache, to point the way.
May thy constant rebirth give hope which melds with mine
and brings a beauty brighter than your Venus** to the day.
*Merope was Orion’s star crossed lover.
**Venus is the Goddess of Love and the Morning Star
The book that’s my absolute favorite
is the most effective by far
after all my years of stuttering
having left many a inward scar
‘The treatment of stuttering’ on hardback
written by the renowned Charles van Riper
a former severe stuttered now it’s master
so hoping could be my stuttering wiper
Having tried many therapies in my life
none had much effect upon my tongue
so now in my early 60s one last fling
giving it my all so full must be my lung
CVP was leading speech pathologist
with this book showed his learned light
working out his pre-block modification
hoped this technique be my speaking sight
Now since my study of this therapy
can get coffee on my very own
this indeed is a huge forward step
so now make on to next milestone
The fears of past now receding
thanks be to God for His intervention
directing me to get hold of this book
giving me the way to speech correction
('The treatment of Stuttering' by Charles van Riper (1905-1994)
Speech Pathologist and former severe stutterer.)
WATER LOO
Water water everywhere*
and oh how it did stink
water water everywhere
and all my undies pink
alone amid the rising tide
of baby toys and diapers
I stand in brownish bubbling surf
wondering which is riper
my mutinous crew has left the ship
fleeing from the putrid stench
I’ve also been abandoned by
my “ever-faithful” wench.
Alas as Captain I must endure
consequences of this blunder
hold my nose as I await
my rescue by - the plumber.
John G. Lawless
3/30/2016
My apologies to Samuel Taylor Coleridge for stealing this line from his poem
“The Rime of the Ancient Mariner”
Pied piper plied with his magic flute
Not hirsute more still teenage cute
Branch & root teach each new newt
Bravo Joe riper own grown old fruit
Deft no heft not bereft never a brute
As Aussies possies put in the boot
Elan Peter Pan talisman can't mute
Classic but never ever brassic route
Acutely astute in every single dispute
Charmer in a white knight armour suit
Simple record setting run getting pursuit
Bazball didn't dilute or pollute its top recruit
Each rendition games’ tradition will salute
Root down track front to back foot scoot
First rate great with such a thirst to sate
Play it late that weight transfer commute
Moot point didn't rock the joint and loot
Ashes dreams shoot down the sh*t chute
No ego Joe did bestow a show of repute
Must flatter our greatest batter a hero salute
Making history if not victory let's have a toot
Still can't compute why so bad but won't refute
Okay come what may please no Bazball reboot
That schoolboy joy with his wooden toy tribute
Rooty our galaxy guardian on duty like Groot
So let's make a spectacular bogan slogan ute
Horn's vernacular hoot…Wizard of Oz not bandicoot
Surf on Aussie turf…Root you absolute Beaut!
She snores under Night's somnolent veil,
Far from quiet throes of his teetering sail;
Her pulses come and go in silent throbs,
Attuned to trigger no lover’s salted sobs.
Her breath kicks in and out in frail wafts,
And makes sullen breather and her lover
Immune to stingy Love's meanest dose,
Both unhurt by Time's estranging cover.
Both lie on the false-soothing couch of hope,
That dupes naive souls to wait for riper days;
More fecund seasons marked by richer crop
To nurse Cupid’s stars and prop their praise.
If heavens their rationed graces further hold,
Her hushed snores and his dreams shall die;
And the two loving aspirations end in naught;
A sad tragedy like of Juliet and Romeo of old.
She's laden to death with yet unrequited love,
And he dies for a brief feel of her turgid verve.
Adorned by days in rich décor,
nature refills her fresh bounty,
as Mother Earth sprinkles air with pure mist
caressing seeds of life ,
to tend roots which nourishes homes,
while generous arms gather fields
and herds of cattle, rows of birds glide free
regaling seasons' toil...
Gold the corn carried by townsfolk,
fruits riper than sun bursting sweet
a rare moment at ease like a dance alive,
a harvest in motion!
Yet this maiden longs for rest- time
her frame aging from burnt decay
while she awaits the shedding of soiled trees
to rest from cycles' dirge,
Where renewal of lush parade
changes grains,grass from dry to gold,
her pause, the charm of sweetened hollowness
heralds earth's blithe rebirth!
dults we stand for time has passed us by
our childish ways have bloomed into a blight
the roots we set, now gnarled, so pained decry,
the visages of springtime love's delight.
Upon foul winds you've flown, you've left
a thief without the strength to be forthright.
A fallen limb, a rotting bough bereft,
am I to lay alone, as winter comes,
as you bloom again within a riper cleft?
Is this your wish, and how your pledge succumbs?
Never had I dreamed I'd be so harshly left
for a younger bloom with naught but dried crumbs.
By sins of the flesh, we've been undone.
I will not forgive what you've become.
Jimmy put the mighty back in Blighty
Our riper sniper
Viper and pied piper
Didn't want to budge
Depravity of sporting gravity
But given the nudge
So off he did trudge
Issue won't fudge
Still got a grudge
The king of swing..conker on a string
Chestnuts curve...swerve with such verve
You rarely see him hobble our wizard of wobble
Still wiry and fiery...fit as a fiddle so he can
Continue his riddle out in the middle
Definitely more Harrods than Lidl
It seems unfair the flair.. his control in the air
Precision of a physician...our own homegrown musician
Magician keeping alive a glorious past tradition
With his own fantastic rendition
But Selector Trifecta Sedition
Means we've seen the last edition
Humdinger....swinger...gunslinger
Bellicose blows..predicts & inflicts woes on his foes
Audacious soul...born to bowl
Continues to rage..this sage you can't cage
Yearns to still be on the ultimate stage
Despite...or to slight...in spite of his age
Well why should it encumber..its only a number
Like losing an olden golden friend
We will never ever see his like again
Final fix of his bag of tricks
Reminds me of the Matrix
Masterly plan of this remarkable man
So smooth..sublime
Divinely refined
In the groove..prime grace
Our forever adored Time Lord
Who could bend even space
Ah Mr Anderson