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Just two of us you and me,
Meeting in dark under the stars,
A Garden party especially for we,
Roses and Lillies, gifts no bars,
Table for two laid on one side,
Silky top, vases and colourful frills decorate,
With my beloved desirous of moonlit ride,
Awed, might not subtle emotions precipitate,
Choice of our favourite foods to relish,
Luscious desserts to feast will amaze,
Seducing attire, gems and diamonds embellish,
Sitting beside, won't set the souls ablaze ?
Wish that the garden party doesn't ever last,
Lost in Togetherness, take leave of the past !
Written on 3/7/14
Contest- Garden party
Sponsor- Cyndi Macmillan
Awarded 6th place
The Queen is dead; a kingdom mourns
And all through her domain
There will be countless tributes
To her long amazing reign.
Ascending to the throne so young,
She ruled with style and grace
And no one (certainly not Charles!)
Will ever take her place.
To us, across the pond, she seemed
So decorous and prim,
Requiring a curtsy (from a her)
Or bow (from him).
Her matching suits and hats defined
Her monarchy and yet,
Beneath that stiff demeanor
Lurked the Queen most never met.
I once read that her handbag,
Always draped across her arm,
Was moved quite subtly to
Her other elbow, an alarm.
She did this when she’d had enough
And wanted to take leave,
A signal that her handlers
Were on lookout to receive.
That story showed her human side;
Will wonders never cease?
We’ll miss you, Queen Elizabeth,
And may you rest in peace.
When Death comes knocking at the door,
And as the last petal finally falls,
My voice will be stilled.
My heart, now ticking off like a clock,
Will ever be silent.
My footfalls shall no more be heard
All my songs will be stifled in the throat
All my crazy thoughts will be frozen,
And I shall take leave of all
And the whole lot of petty things I hold dear.
But what difference does it make?
The earth will continue to spin as before.
Stars will illumine the night sky.
Days will follow days in endless succession.
Time, chanting refrains of joy and sorrow,
On wings, shall fly to destinations unknown.
Will there be anyone to grieve my absence?
Will my loved ones still hold me close to their hearts?
May be for a while
A short little while.
But as years glide,
And my tomb lies overgrown with weeds
And the engraving on my head stone
Fades out into morbid grime and moss,
When I merge with the dust as dust,
When I lie inert, a rattling heap of bones under the sod,
When my spirit still hovers around in vain
With insatiable longing for all your love,
Then give me, my Lord! A ride in your chariot!
Remove from my spirit the languor of endless waiting!
Carry me to Thy bosom!
Embalm me with Thy love,
That I shall no more crave for earthly love
And with you in bliss, ever united,
Look down evermore content-
As the wheels roll down to Eternity!
I sense a feel of panic in the air
As if the Ark is not quite waterproof
I wonder if we’d welcome Tony Blair
To the poor this life was rarely fair
But now it seems unreal, is it a spoof?
I sense a piece of Putin in the air
I am looking in the mirror at my hair
It looks like Boris Johnson’s but more louche
I wonder if we’d dye old Tony Blair’s
The Russian wolf is licking his rich fur
He’s happy Britain’s weakened with fake truth
I feel a sense of monsters near, oh dear.
Putin won his Trump with that strange hair
Now it’s cyber warfare on the hoof
Will he soon take Leave from Tony Blair?
The Russians in Crimea are still there
The Ukraine weeps because we did not care
I sense a feel of Russia in the air
I wonder if they’ll fragment us and tea
Affection and solicitude
rises in my eyes,
shaped into tears
as fresh as dew,
she was first and new,
lays calm and motionless
touch lost, ways parted,
Best of moments passed
as a flash of light,
an absolutely unprofitable life,
Rosy cheeks,
glittery eyes,
knee long silky hair,
tall and perfect thin,
why lay quiet ?
Who provoked you ?
Why been so impulsive
to quit ?
Did I mean a hurt
That you harried?
I drown deep into,
love that's like
suicide in river,
prick of a thorn
to body with no soul,
love is still hung
like a crystal before me,
I can feel fragrance
of your eternal breath,
My beloved sweetheart !
Fire burns in my heart
tranquilize,
flowing emotions
down my cheeks,
pacify,
My love, my inspiration,
how could u take leave of,
and leave me alone
in world to suffer
You ought to reply !
My beloved sweetheart !
written on 3/5/14
sponsor- Amy green
Remember the holy vows truly made?
We pledged our love would be forever,
But you departed without any words said,
Or even a brief farewell letter.
Remember the times of romantic bliss?
How wonderful and joyful our past,
But your love faded and you went amiss,
Trust was nulled, therefore love could not last.
Remember our dreams for the by and by?
Hopes we sought in flights of fantasy,
Ambitions, desires, castles in the sky,
Now find lodging in no one but me.
Take leave, Dear, I’ll survive this splintering,
Someday my trust will live safe again,
Forgiving you will turn to forgetting,
Thinking of you every now and then.
Oh, weeping willow - friend to me
enchanting thee shall always be.
I have bequeathed secrets to thee
whilst whispering gently to me.
Taketh comfort when hie to flee
nature’s maddening outburst spree.
Cometh rain, shine, you hear my plea
and protect me from life’s debris.
Graceful thee stand my eyes to see
awaiting and weeping with me.
Seasoned branches becoming free
to kiss the ground - teardrops from thee.
Your arching harbour so feathery;
long green leaves a pillow to me.
I rest in safety, hope, to be -
revived afore take leave of thee.
Nectar flowers that feed the bee,
bell shaped yellow, so bright to see.
Catkins fall as you give to me
a token of friendship - bless thee.
Oh, weeping willow - friend to me
enchanting thee shall always be.
I have bequeathed secrets to thee
whilst whispering gently to me.
Out in dah night, 'POOF', into a slumber
in er garden she whispered sometin' to me
dah, I dream't a lovely gal, I'd met one summer,
a sum time ago, under er ol'e peach tree
er Hill-billy mom wer' watchin' from afar,
spyin' on er rockin' chair, sure spotin' us
suddenly, LETS ELOPE, use tha ol'e car
wait, we'll take leave, this night by bus,
Then I 'eard er say, no need fer any fussin',
In 'er whisper, an right then, out of that blue,
a top of her lungs er mom started a hollerin',
stright at us both, she whaled, I see you two,
I just known' it, when ya'll did sneak that kiss,
let it be true- a young'n, I want er to be a boy
'WHAT'- on green acres is she hollerin' O' miss
Fer I'd been with yer only I think once in De'troy
"O' ne're before, have I loved so true"
she whispered- do sleep, she went on to say...
I want to spend my life wit' someone like you
POOF, rubbin' my eyes, in da night, 'ere I lay
Da! dreamin'- "It's a boy, I'd pray he be"
Since, before I bed, I pray, should I miss her
set'n in my garden, under my ol'e peach tree
reck'n per'haps somday-I'd hear'er sweet whisper.
NOTE: She wispered "honey your dreamin' out loud again"
(English Sonnet)
Somber as death doth pace about her room
The sadness cloaks with black the loud silence
Gone souls she’s loved wait there at her cold tomb
The orb of death prepares silent cadence
My heart weighted with words that go unsaid
Whisper a hushed farewell, my last goodbye
The sentinel, I wait, beside her bed
For death to come and thus release my cry
From there her eye one tear I see the sheen
As each wave of her chest I wait the last
Her breaths come now so deep and long between
With one last breath the stillness she has passed
I see her soul take leave in that minute
The tears come now as death takes her with it.
Written for “DEATH” Contest
Sponsored by Craig Cornish
October 24, 2017
My friends were here;
We saw no deer.
(They’re hiding from the cull.)
It would appear
The atmosphere
In Hemlock* seems quite dull.
The time was nigh;
My friends waved bye
And headed to the city.
I will not lie;
I’d hoped we’d spy
A bear, but here’s the pity:
By morning’s light
I had a fright
Which made me stop and gawk.
A mama bear
With cubs, a pair,
Passed by me on my walk.
Who would believe
When friends take leave
The action just gets started?
I can’t conceive
That just last eve
They bearlessly departed.
It goes to show
You never know
What Nature may have waiting;
And even though
My friends did go,
Those bears kept navigating.
Perhaps next year
They’ll reappear
When those same friends come calling;
Then we’ll all spear
A souvenir
Of Nature most enthralling!
*Hemlock Farms, a community of homes in Pa.