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“Give me the phone Effie.
I have to make a call.”
She handed it over to me
and walked into the hall.
The inspector had no clues.
He asked for my two cents,
asked me to give him my views.
I didn’t; the call was intense.
The dame had come in
asking for my advice
two days ago and then
was arrested by Vice.
I had seen the smallish
puncture, blood pooling,
and I wanted to abolish
the coroner’s ruling.
The wound was there,
but he missed the needle
lying next to the chair.
He tried to wheedle.
If I couldn’t get the cops
to do their job, I’d need
to pull out all stops
to find a hard lead.
For Gershon...with smiles
Inspired by, but not entered in, Natasha L Scragg’s Start Sleuthing Poetry Contest
Time after time
Loved am I am loved
Heart beats loud in aching heart
Time heals with what it steals in time
Life turns back awaits turn back to life
Love drips quietly into the hug of arms in love
Stars reveal nothing in a sky that is full of stars
Life turns back awaits turn back to life
Night sighs with the ache of night
Time pauses in the stillness of time
Dawn spills gold to awaken the earth at dawn
Love breaks free from lockets keyed with love
Stars awaken, twinkle to applaud shooting stars
Night drapes its velvet over weary eyes at night
Time unfolds on silence just waiting killing time
Truths lie buried beneath the piles of discarded half truths
Dreams float on memory seas, bobbing with cast adrift dreams
River carves secrets in the coils the bend the river
Wind whispers tales on leaves shaken by the wind
Sky holds its breath before the storm hits the sky
Time unravels threads of memories lost in time
Kiss unfolds like petals that draws one to kiss
Hearts beat rhythms only heard by other hearts
Endings whispered the start of endings
Hands remember the warmth of hands
Silence consoles the lost with its silence
Longing wakes to dream again of longing
Sorrow roots itself in the compost of grief's sorrow
Mercy flows through cracks of cruelty denying mercy
Time unravels threads of memories lost in time
Voice trembles with the memory of that voice
Promise hides behind the eyes of a promise
Words soften under the weight of words
Touch lingers long in the hush of touch
Truth never dies its reborn as truth
Love kindles love
I saw you standing in the moonlight...
your eyes filled with hunger,
your touch - soft and tender,
your mind racing with thought.
A life of passion released
from its hidden depths,
released from its reserved shell.
Our bodies become interwoven
in a symphony of want,
a symphony of need...
the symphony of desire.
Your sweet sounds fill the warm air,
I marvel at your beautiful arrangements,
I lust for your tender harmonies;
I desire each of your exquisite movements,
I long for your eloquent instruments.
All through the night the music rises and falls
with precision and perfection,
then our symphony reaches a fever pitch;
I sense the finale is coming -
I can feel it from within.
You stare wantingly into my eyes
as the last few notes are played.
The music then silences - the curtain gently falls.
Our symphony ends much like it began -
beautiful you...in the moonlight.
For "Erotica" contest sponsored by Frank Herrera.
FOREVER ADELINE
Acknowledgement:
A big thank you Sam Scott from our Poetry Soup Community,
for your splendid narrative contribution.
Synopsis:
A story of unrequited love that began in childhood.
Despite the passage of time, his love remained hauntingly
painful even after she fell in love with another.
Aloft on wings of rhapsody, together spirits soar
Wild, untamed and sensuous, just like a lion's roar.
HOW LONG AGO IT SEEMS THE TWO OF YOU FIRST MET
AS TIME IS RENDERED MEANINGLESS
OR TIMELESS, BETTER YET
Though in that Timeless moment, along came winds of change
Love swiftly rearranged, but what it WAS, remained
Oh, Adeline, so fair and bright,
Eyes, like stars, shine with delight,
Oh fickle heart, now you await
your new love's sweet embrace
Blinded by the callous cad, you foolishly don't resist
In the quench of love's allure, Time does not exist
His loving lips will not reveal your new love's promiscuous charms
Intoxicated, unrepentantly, he sways to others' wanton arms.
Across the bronze Sienna shores and blissful sea breeze skies,
He ever trails your hungry heart through
his own saddened eyes.
Oh, Adeline in Twilight's Hush,
where shadows dance and play,
A tale of love and longing
When Night succumbs to Day
Oh, Adeline, will it be
mere friendship, he would fain?
To be just a deliverer of love notes,
a job he will disdain
Oh, Adeline ~ Sweet Adeline
At every glance - a secret shared,
his every word - love unsaid,
In every touch - a fire dared
HOW LONG AGO IT SEEMS ~ THE TWO OF YOU FIRST MET
AS TIME IS RENDERED MEANINGLESS
OR TIMELESS, BETTER YET
Chansons ne sont que chansons
Quand on écrit de l'amour
Comment d'écrire des chansons
De la femme qui est l'amour?
English translation from above:
Songs are just songs
When we write about love
How do you write songs
Of the woman who is Love?
OH, ADELINE ~ SWEET ADELINE
by Maria Williams ©
Background garden images taken on our recent visit to the amazing
Hunter Valley Gardens, Sydney, Australia
Musicians
Harp - Rolando Cristaldo
Violins: Fátima Benítez
Celeste Osorio
Sam comes from that fantastic cathedral city,
Of majestic Coventry where there’s reconciliation,
Of people’s of different wartime allegiances,
For a brotherhood and forgiveness attestation;
He is partially sighted, born 1985 in the 80s mighty,
Went to Alderman Callow school, no compliances,
So he moved to specialist school Exhall Grange,
Had the purple house named after him for Judo,
Which his brother got him into for his range,
After broadcasting at Falmouth University to go;
He got silver at the 2007 Worlds, then again in 2010,
Bronze at the 2008 Paras, gold 2011, the Euro pen.
Sam came second in the 2012 Paralympics,
Third at the Euro 2015 Portugal Championships.
Sam Adams Woke Up Dead
Sam Adams woke up dead
He had met a strange man
In a strange bar, in a strange land
The man told him
Beware, today is the date
You will meet your fate
Sam Adams drank too much
Twenty drinks too sober
Drank until he died
Found himself in a huge room
With hundreds of people milling about
The hangover from h … pounding his head
Sam Adams groans,
Shouting out
Where am I?
“in limbo, my friend, in limbo”
Growled Mr. GR, the grim reaper
Dressed in a sharp, expensive, tailored black suit
Wearing cool Ray-Ban Sunglasses
State your name
Sam Adams,
Hmm
Oh, there may be a mistake
But what the hey,
The records are never fake
Not yet the date
For you to meet your fate
Go back to your mate
He found himself
Home with his wife
The love of his long life
Wondering until late
If it had happened?
What was his fate?
He asked her
Did I go out last night?
What, no you’ve been here
He explained what had happened
She said it was just a bad dream
Covid fears had kept them home
The phone rang
It was the man from the bar
Did you have an interesting night?
Oh well, Mr. GR comes for us all
Soon you will meet your fate
But not on this date
The locks cut off,
Power dissipates,
empty, he walks along,
as mere mortal without purpose.
A man of destiny,
grinding in the mill,
revelling to stupor,
Years rolls bye .
Ignoring the signposts.
Contempt for inner guides,
shut the conscience.
Soul searching reflection severed
On Delilah's lap like a fool,
gave up strength for Lust,
Youthful days speeds away,
Tender whist were days of yore,
Hearts now hardens
Conscience now seared
will now weakened.
Vices takes roots deeper
Habits formed.
Imprisoned without walls.
They go on
On they go still.
in vain search for Peace
My uncle died yesterday
He was an octogenarian
His stroke made him slur
To me, he is ever youthful
Riding a nicotine stained Mustang
Breaking free from his bridle
Breaking free from his bride
Leaving his two sons and wife
Long time since he whittled for me
A while since he carved driftwood
Since, he enticed a second mare
A girl to ride shotgun when broken
I wrote to not cry his passing
Though I never really knew him
I cried for the end of a generation
Now old, I inherit his vacant seat
Someday my son will cry for me
My mother says all things die
Even soju spilled evaporates
When the bottle tips I’ll pass away
Feel myself burbling away
Few will mourn a falling leaf
Few see Mustangs falling off a cliff
Even fewer still will see their art
In his imperfections I see myself
Do his estranged sons grieve?
When he is buried in Forest Lawn
When laid to rest by his parents
I wonder why I cry for an old man
Was it for him or myself behind?
Perhaps it is to honor any life
Ahead will be my parent’s rest
Behind me my son’s mourning
Find peace in a falling leaf
Winter is coming for us
We have only four seasons
Ride that broken-down Mustang
Never let go of the reins
Watch him canter ahead
I'll be joining him bareback
Help me to not feel jealous
Today is a good day to die
Uncle
My friend sam is a crazy one
Deadlier than a loaded gun
An adrenaline junkie total wild
Never once will sam be mild
When were out im on edge
Coz sam is dull as a sledge
A man that catches sams eye
Will get a smack on the sly
Stealing cars racing for fun
Without a care for anyone
Drugs inhaled with every breath
Ready to die a crazy death
Never knowing sams next step
Dread to think of victims depths
A pretty girl crosses our path
Sam will grab her and laugh
Squeeze with wandering hands
Get a row off the doorman
No respect for any poor soul
Sam upsets humanity whole
Skip through life with no worries
As she never has her own money
in my colourful world of lego,
there was once a clash of big egos,
postman and fireman blocked road halfway!
Pat and Sam two old friends had a fray!
Sam said as fireman, he had the right,
Pat said I agree there is no fight!
My van has stopped with front flat tyre,
would not block your way to a fire!
shall guide your fire engine past mine,
You are valued, your job is divine!
No said fireman, and got out of van,
no fire! let me help if I can!
So that was that in my lego land,
two old friends went to work hand in hand,
Fixed the post man’s tyre in no time,
let’s sing to their friendship in good rhyme!
1st Placement
9 syllables each line
quatrain with abab rhyme
Eve Roper sponsored Legos Nursery Rhyme poetry contest.
written 8/11/2023