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My mate Jim and I were tired of working for a boss.
We decided to buy a truck and give the 9 to 5 a toss.
We set up a little business, taking produce to the stalls.
It was just an idea we had about the time fortune calls.
We had a load of melons headed up to Jurien Bay,
They had to be at the markets bright an early next day.
Making good time, we would get there before dawn.
It had rained a tidy sky full, the road was rough and worn.
Suddenly the truck went slip slidin, we thought a flat tyre.
As we spied the scene she was sinking in a huge quagmire.
Now the burden of our troubles seemed too much to carry.
Near us was a house, we found out, belonged to Big Harry.
He was a retired farrier and a horseman dont you know it .
His reputation we heard was that of just an old poet.
Jim and I we pushed like Samson and Hercules,
All the good that did was just bury us to our knees.
Suddenly, we see a sight better than cavalry forces,
It was Big Harry leading two huge fine draught horses.
Over his arm he had slung harness and yoke and chains
Harnessing them, and there’s only the chain that remains.
“ Will ya axel take the stain? “ he asked in a shaky old voice.
“Yeah it should” I replied, so excited I was ready to rejoice.
We helped the poor feeble old man fix the chains to the truck.
Now stand back you two, there will be all sorts of flying muck.
Then he started giving orders to his two big handsome steeds.
His voice grew strong and powerful , orders were not pleads.
Words resplendent flowed, the beasts pushed to the core.
He cursed and swore an bullied them into giving a little more.
Those two beautiful horses pulled with all their might,
He shouted as the horses strained, ”it’s in a glue pot all right”
The golden horse called Ranger made a slip and nearly fell.
Big Harry let loose with language that’d make em blush in hell.
With one almighty heave the truck surged forward , higher.
It rolled up and out , free from the hold of that quagmire.
In a feeble old voice, “there ya go lads, thank Ranger n Thunder”
Folks will say he’s just an old poet, but to us he’s a bloomin wonder.
Snow came down hard
Harassing the roadside bar
Taking one more shot
Reminding himself, 'he was hot'
John proceeded to the lavatory
Without any worry
Mirror, he did reflect
No fear of the word 'reject'
Ventured into the night
Seeking a romantic sight
Reality stated hurtful fight
"Goodbye, my dear knight
Our relationship is dead,"
Wearing the pearls he bought, she said
Returning to the watering hole
Shivering and cold
Shocking we were told
Seductress commanded the stage
Half anyone's age
Protected inside a cage
Belting out a tune
Loving warmth came back soon
After being swooned
Patrons did say
Heating bill, owner electronically paid
When the tempting tease was done
She approached the admirer, looking for fun
As for the haunting past outside
Confirming someone had lied
And died
"Those pearls fit you right"
Stranger mentioned, eyes bright
"They are a little tight,"
Informed the songbird, preparing for a deathly fight
Confirming fan, a nut
She kicked them in the butt
Finding a cell
Lonely, I must tell
Written: July 06, 2023
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In midnight darkness, a smart spherical roll
Its treks into clouds as ships over hidden shoals.
Wandering hearts strive for their final day.
Hide-and-seek with woodland dwellers play.
To embrace a lover's chin, a lack of mystery
You sparkle and vanish as promises blistery.
Then depart until your eyes tear up.
Ink-splattered sheets won't dry in the cup.
So, any time of the day, retain a sunny face.
A scentless heart's scent is spared by grace.
Your curved grin is burned into my soul.
I cannot claim uniqueness or be whole.
So as to achieve discover a covert bearing.
And seize the place of daydreaming.
Whisperings of the moonlight dance
Reverberate over the vast, dark glance.
In the depths of night, secrets unfold.
As the clever sphere of silver and gold
Through midnight shadow, it rolls and glides.
Guided by unseen hands, it silently abides.
Such ships through hidden shoals, navigates,
Through the vast unknown, it patiently waits.
They crave a love that is pure and true.
A link that will bestow spirits to renew.
In a game of hide-and-seek, the moon does play,
As forest members peek in the moonlight sway.
They watch as it dances, casting its spell.
Enchanting all who dare to dwell.
A wishful lost mystique, in the moon's embrace,
Longing for a touch, a lover's grace.
But the moon is elusive, a fleeting dream.
Such as promises that vanish, it seems.
It glows and then disappears from sight.
Leaving behind a tear, glistening in the night.
Too late to dry a page where ink stains smear,
The moon's presence lingers, a memory so dear.
Even in the daylight, its beauty remains.
A reminder of the love that forever sustains
But the brightness of the sun cannot allay
The ache in a heart that's scentless in decay
Hello from this side of the ranges
I stand looking at the blooming roses
Buzzing bees above the blossoms
The big beautiful blossoms
I adore the sight of the swollen buds
As wind sway the soft swollen buds
Made moist by morning dew
Just about to burst open in a few
I stand staring at the red rose,
The sweet red rose,
As the buds swell and burst open
Exposing the hidden_ the pink petals
When the petals spread open
Their nice scent fill the air
My rose appears fine and fair
I love it!
A sweet rose lies between two mountains
Where a stream wets the grasses around
Where the climate is hot and wet,
And farmers scoop sweet summer honey.
I reach for the sweet soft petals
Swipe my fingers between petals
They are tidy and tender to touch
The sweet scent soothes me even much
I pluck a few for banquet roll
I hold them close to my heart
As I leave with my roses,
I feel love in the air.
By Teacher Kevin
Off to the side downslope my ride I had time to unburden
I don't know why but somehow thought I might could use my lasso
Tied there upon my saddle
On a small steep bluff it was just enough to stay above the current
But it couldn't last I was thinkin' fast 'bout what might be my savin'?
How my hide to be savin'
As they tumbled past the boys I'd last left as my sweet companions
Were screamin' like the demon that unleashed this ghastly end
This fiery ghastly end
As I swung the horn down from my mount my eyes swept up past Bill
He was staring down from the Devil's crown to the witches brew below
The maelstrom down below
He was still astride that deadly tide that somehow he had conjured
And I could see him smilin' there his eyes still fire a'blazin'
His eyes like fire a'blazin'
And he laughed, I swear like a banshee there above the Hell below
A screamin' wail that would even pale a priest upon his altar
Mid prayer from the altar
Fire still shooting from his eyes, lightning in each hand
He was looking down upon the ground where now I made my stand
I thought it my last stand
The cauldron boiled like a Coven's glow 'cept now a torrent ragin'
And the last I saw of the Bar D crew was a wisp and smolderin' ember
A charred and smolderin' ember
The quakie grove on the bluff I strove around me started crumblin'
And I stumbled round on the crumblin' ground my mind a maverick runnin'
A branded maverick runnin'
My faithful mount fell from my sight his scream announcing his sad plight
It rose high above with the Devil's roar and tumbled down to the valley floor
It tumbled down to the valley floor
The white bark trees all lost their leaves as they twisted in confusion
They bent, some broke, but like the spokes of a penny farthing twisted
Together some had twisted
My flower lies within, a sight that few have seen.
Protected and hidden by sharp thorns and leaves of green.
An innocence ripped away at a very early age.
My flower's locked away in a cold and lonely cage.
Pain and loneliness now partnered with a lost child’s soul.
A broken heart now pleading to once again be whole.
Looks can be deceiving a flower hidden forever be.
Most will see just thorns never looking in to truly see.
It dwells within the darkness overlooked and locked away.
Living without light, in my dreams it does gently sway.
Maybe the day will come when my hidden cage is found.
I hope true love’s key will set me free from the pain that surrounds.
This land has many flowers some of their beauty is hard to see.
Many eyes and many beholders, from sea to shining sea.
Beauty is seen by all, but noticed by just a few.
Stop and smell the roses, may their beauty see you through.
*The Flower, The Thorn or Both Poetry Contest*
7-7-20
In dream I saw a shooting star.
It scorched a purple crusted sky
Between the moon and rising sun
Where an ambitious wish could fly.
Pale plunging tail to distant views
An auspicious sombre trail.
Inviting hope for seeking souls
Hinting solemn quests,
Yet to fail.
Adjoining was a moody sea
Spacious waves, so synchronised
Pounamu tinged in stirring sand
Tainted truths, in sophisticated lies.
On land I see opposing peaks
Each splitting views of common ground
Defending sight from unseen flanks
Staunch guardians rising to confound.
Next soaring albino kereru
Flying in swirling koru paths
A karearea strikes one down
Leaving repugnant aftermath.
Suddenly the sun is blacked
In silent roar
Concrete jungles on the rise
Foundations built on measured thought
In new clothes
Green emperors look surprised.
Rattling rain drops,heists our sleep at mid night
Settling on tops,over the roofs from a width height
Prattling quickly stops, whence I catch his sight
Curling his mops of hair with my fingers a bit tight
Battling cold, hops out when he hugs me in dim light
Tackling him,slops sweat,continually in the twilight
Troubling,he cops pleasure kissing me with might
Bowling love crops stress,making us look bright.
6-7-2020
Note2:Triple Rhyme poetry Contest.(N/A)
Placed as Honourable Mention in the contest.
Note2: Strand Completely New (20),
Any Form,Any Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand.
I'm entitled to overcome these waves of emotions
But, come on - they run into me
I wander off from the crowd of mere commotions
I rock on till the break of dawn...
I'm in chains - how can I flee?
How can I be set free?
How can I be sinless when I was sinning all my life?
Possibly, I'm going nuts over my past
The future is zipping by awfully fast
Frankly, I don't really care what you say anymore
You have been hurting me to the core
I need protection from God's Holy Spirit
Demons of my mind threw me into the darksome pit
I rock on till the break of dawn...
I'm in chains - how can I flee?
How can I be set free?
How can I be sinless when I was sinning all my life?
Possibly, I'm going nuts over my past
The future is zipping by awfully fast
Angels of God - where art thou? Thou? Thou?
Was I suppose to grow like a handsome flower?
I amaze myself in many ways - wow...wow...
Depression lingers in my mind every hour
I rock on till the break of dawn...
I'm in chains - how can I flee?
How can I be set free?
How can I be sinless when I was sinning all my life?
Possibly, I'm going nuts over my past
The future is zipping by awfully fast
I'm entitled to overcome these waves of emotions
They torture me so...so...much...
I'm sick and tired of hearing endless commotions
I need God's hand to...to...touch...
My own heart...
Mend me - I'm breaking apart...
God's Holy spirit surrounds me
But, soon it will enter through me...
But, until then, I shall keep fighting with my might
To find the light at the end of the tunnel...I keep tryin'
God's light is far from sight...tonight...
These bittersweet farewells don't cure a broken heart like mine
Where have you been?
Where have you been?
Where...have...you...been?
Snow tumbled down over all I dared to see
Reached to grab as much as I could while I was free
Those days slipped away like the snow melting in my grip
So innocent, so completely raw, the memory beats its way back in my mind
Quatrain and verse meant as much to me
As it does now, but the titles mean less to me
Poems in song and angst within the pencil lines
Screaming "me, me, me" without realizing I crossed the line
So, did it hurt?
You gave me a shot
And I took it and shot it right back at you
I had no idea
That it was loaded
The gun on the paper wasn't in my line of sight
Don't
Walk
Away
Again
Stay
With
Me
Again
Alone in a room where I'd never been before
Spending those days in Shibuya 104
Alone in a crowd where death was surrounding me
It meant a lot then and it still means everything
Remember the days where we spent the frozen nights
Running so free between trees and cold streetlights
But look at today, stocking shelves and making food
The freedom we bragged about is gone and it's gone for good
So, how are you?
I know you don't think
About those days as much I do
So, why do I?
Forgetting the bad that surrounded us
Claim those days as the best I ever lived
How
Many
Nights
Ago?
Did
You
Finally
Go?
It's been four years, it's almost been five
Where I gave everything in my life to keep you alive
And I'm still singing in verse to try to keep the memory alive
I claim the worst was the best when my life took a dive
Sun melted snow and I never witnessed you
Walking down the paths we walked back when it's all we'd do
I'm still pounding down dirt and making a road
In the hopes that one day you'll come by to take off a load
Relax with me
Even though I'm well aware
That the time to talk is through
My only wish
Is that those days would last forever
And that I'd still have my closest friend in you
Who
Did
I
Become?
Who
Did
You
Become?