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Do you have an alias ,diverts from your given name
Or the name you daily usehas it always been the same
At his birthday aged eleven,the boy he was given a brand new gladstone bag
And on it his initials were engraved, Henceforth from that celebratory day,
the high school students always called him DAG
In our Aussie/English language,
so many words have a double meaning
Here is an example
of how these thoughts are leaning
The poo that adheres to the backside of a woolly sheep
in the farming community it is commonly referred to as a DAG
When the boy was oft confronted, with the comment , why don;t you drop off
he rued those initials engraved on that gladstone bag
There is always a bright side
when adversity fills the van
Dag can also mean
that you are a humorous man
It's the second definition
to which he endow
Which lifted waning spirits, when sometimes it was
the way that he did bow
So now when immersed in an eager listening crowd
he titillatingly invites them to elicit a loud guffaw
Be it one individual or may be six or ten
if you use his christian name there will always be rapport
And the mans name , coincidentally it is Douglas, he's not dropped off
still hanging around, not as a sheepish kind of DAG
But never now is he referred to,
as the initials on that gladstone bag
Footnote: named after prime minister gladstone england
In La Crosse we see it's not very pretty; a goliath is towering but Altman is gritty'
The numbers are stacked the way I see, but number One can make your enemies flee
I'd faced the foe five weeks in all, with burning eyes cold sweat did fall; the darkness
Loomed as with ears on fire; I staggered and crawled under covids fire no mask no gloves
For me three cared; If we had known more we might have not so well fared'
Yet this is Dec 2019 the UK was supposed to have no sickness there' yet many signs I
Bore that year; a weight on my back; and delirium dreary wore, depression stalked the walls closed in
My chest near solid, air seemed oh so thin, in my nostrils thick the stench extreme, yet I won through with the
Lord and prayer; a quinine tonic ever there, till the storm within me calmed then I knew
My sight was harmed.' My retina displayed clear dots of light; I thought what type of flu?
And rued
The fight' yet after weeks my sight was improved , I'm healthy now my breath is well'
For 99'6 percent survive that's the fact I know to tell' and that's why I strive; against misinformation
Against the tide' that beats against the free world's will, yet don't despair dilute the swill
James Altman makes a worthy stand, so Rally Rally around the man' no one is right
Before the Lord, yet to serve in adversity we are called'
BARREN SOLITUDE
Home sweet home, once built up in glee.
Nurtured, raised up lovely off spring.
From love sprouted family tree..
Grown up children now lead own lives.
My home turns house that still survives.
Joy and opulence how to bring?
Void vacuum: Ties to flee.
Song of life in rued interlude.
Solitary isolation!
What should I do, getting confused?
Cherish or relish past moments!
in reveire loneliness laments.
Despondence in blunt emotion.
Bare life in barren solitude.
08/14/18
Second Place
Rhyme Time 6 Verses of Metaphors Contest by Laura Loo
Third Place
'STRAND SPECIAL 4' Contest by Brian Strand
What never was rued when was said,
And even what no one did say
When strangely did hurt them today,
Fire in love had to show its red.
When stirring heart was laid afore,
And words of lips sweet nothing said,
But wispy eyes vaguely conveyed,
It reached straight to the deepest core.
Heart hears the hinted never said—
Even the faint stirrings of flesh,
Quiescent love if glows under ash,
Eyes tend to read the intended.
For, true remorse helps love endure,
As dormant love works out the cure.
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Reminiscing |38.12.2020, revised Jan 2023| love
Poet’s note: The twosome had had their differences. Their heart was willing, mind, not so sure to forget the past, but love triumphed to endure.
Stakin' a claim on the left lane, ridin' that wide right turn
Hard to know just who's to blame for the drivin' you never learned
The concept of safe driving is a foreign thing to you
And soon you'll be arriving in to ev'ryone's rear view
That's not quite soon enough for me cause I'm stuck behind you
It's just my luck I drive a truck and you are who knows who
Heavenly Days, please change your ways and find some common sense
Cause claimin' you've the right of way makes no kind of sense
I'm dancin' on the rumble strips and dotted lines past highway signs
I just can't wait to relegate you to that good rear view of mine
Dancin' tween the rumble strips and dotted lines and highway signs
Hand dancin' on the steering wheel and makin' those hand signs
It makes me squeal and pound the wheel, please send them back in time
To Driver's Ed, those chowder heads wastin' all my precious time
I'm sure the deal you got was raw, but you ain't no kin of mine
And even Cain done raisin' Cain rued how he'd serve his time
You think I'm no authority, some random tandem yahoo
Just blowin' smoke some big rig joke who's criticizin' you
I'll tell you what, I'm sure you'll see what I can clearly see
When you're post-op that long overdue cranio-rectumectomy
Hectic day, the device beeped incessantly:
Salient, superficial, attended all, not to skip,
the vital from the plethora of logs.
Voices buzzed interminably : known, alien,
the bulk superficial and unknown;
Irritated, lulled the apparatus to silence;
urged own moments from the bustles!
That mercy on the mode,
the lulling turned erroneous; fateful!
Rued the decision; the most urged one,
was missed like never before!
Irony! Took the tool to ring back; came another,
vital one, as clarion call.
Engrossed in the pivotal, forgot the ring, missed again;
no sooner did arrive, reclined, took the device to recall.
Fated! On that very moment, the gadget beeped again,
to convey the harrowing, the man behind the missed call, was no more!
The abrupt demise of the yearned voice, numbed the core!
Dumbfounded! how could that be the last call?
That last glimpse! That intimate husky voice!
Unable to hold the irrevocable;
Unruly drops rolled down from the sterling eyes unbidden:
A mere heave: could have catched that beep of the last call!
His use of English was exquisite
His vocabulary superb
He could use the mot juste
To make his thoughts reverb,
Tousled moppy hair above
A big bespectacled grin
The sort of warm personality
That could really draw folk in.
And he swore with such panache,
Such flowing verve and style
You just couldn't take offence
Just had to sit and smile.
The intensity of his delivery
Varied according to his mood,
Unaccentuated for a joke
Severe if being rude.
And his throaty little chuckle
As he looked you in the eye
Always eager and ready
To meet your reply.
A scholar and a gentleman
A wit and raconteur
A truly gifted exponent of
The art of how to swear.
We dissected many a word
Over many too many a drink
Sometimes being so drunk
We could barely think
A friendship of the past
Years later still valued
The way we lost touch
A fact so sadly rued
He was my friend
For just a few years
And as theses things go
He suddenly disappeared.
I'm pretty sure he'll be dead
After all theses years
From far too many ciggies
To many shorts too many beers.
.
My life has been a joy
And looking back to the front end
He gave me so much pleasure for
Those years he was my friend.
He gave me his friendship,
Made me more aware
Of the art of conversation,
Of how and when to aptly swear.
.
You talked about me when I passed by,
You said I’m so girly when I standby,
I shake it, fake it but still you see it,
You said I am sassy when I am making it.
You talked about me when I just said it,
You said I’m so softy when I talked it.
I make, twist it but still you see it,
You said I am touchy when I am holding it.
You talked about me when I dance it,
You said I’m so comfy when I move it.
I look it, jump it but still you see it,
You said I’m so gay when I stared it.
You talked about me when I’m denying it,
You said I’m a movable cad when I’m forging it.
I say it, tell it but still you it.
You said I’m different when I rued it.
All I can say is I’m so sure with myself,
I’m happy enough as long as I don’t hurt myself.
What they see is what they all get.
Identifying me is something that they can’t get.
The sky was filled with starlight,
clear as transparent glass.
Yet everyone seemed uptight -
the judges who ruled en masse,
earthly stars who shone over-bright.
A winner would be chosen tonight -
one whose talent could not pass,
one whose speaking would ignite,
one whose manner boasted crass
one whose dress was way-too-tight,
Miss Nomer true, would have no might.
yet she’d become the favored lass
who'd speak out for her city's spite -
in a state of civil impasse,
with its past of assault outright.
The sky transparent filled the night
the starlight was but broken glass.
The also-rans who rued their plight
attacked Miss Nomer's verbal sass
who stood her ground with sharp backbite.
September 5, 2021
This sole jeering, albeit grace
full soulful foo fighting - base
sic primate approaching - at a pace
faster than prefer
hubble even lace
sing electric shoes to
evade senescence - aging case
closed, asper near
ring finish line,
nope, no exit,
(not even with Jean-Paul
Charles Aymard
Sartre) to displace
non negotiable fact
of life and death,
a blink'n, wink', n
nod in sacred space
time continuum,
quaffing unforeseen
adventures extant
within Alsace Lorraine
regarding germane
human league race,
whether master fully baiting,
goo goo dolls,
Barbie included, who enviably
retained hourglass figure
hood never display trace
of aging, always beast
towed with fields a twitter with
my little “chickadee” face,
nor akin to me,
when solitary lad
didst pretend (imaginary)
beastie boy played chase,
while girls made believe to
no longer remain chaste,
viz primitive rued
amen tree snapchat,
shutterfly, and instagram
future memories glommed
courtesy once upon
time this "mama's boy"
only brother, now ace
sip ping his herbal
elixir night cap suffusing
warm glow to face,
this while count
ting black crows
nsync forever
longing to kiss with
heart felt being brace
sing against unrequited love
succumbing to gravity,
and unable to erase
ravages of aging
(YIKES) completing
last two plus months
regarding LIX
orbitz riding roughshod
thru ethereal aerospace
recalling early boyhood snippets
no idea why, when taking a
mister bubble
bath with siblings,
an elder and younger
sister nonetheless!