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There was once a daring man,
Ordained as the "Knight of Love",
How he came about his name
Is a tale still spoken of;
Leon had a friend, named Jim,
Who loved a girl called Christine,
She was a beautiful maid,
Born to the king and the queen;
Jim was a simple farmer,
No wonder the king was mad,
How dare a simpleton love
The princess, it was too bad!
But Christine loved her Jim too,
And that's where the problem lay,
She refused to wed a prince,
No one but Jim, come what may!
And here's where Leon came in,
His task to convince the king,
That Jim was a worthy man,
Though a farmer hardworking;
Disguised as a wealthy man,
He came to the king's palace,
Entertained the king with wit,
Proved himself without malice;
At night, during dinner time,
He sat down near the princess,
Slipped her a strong sleeping pill,
Soon she lost her consciousness;
The king feared for his daughter,
Called the best doctors around,
But try however they did,
She didn't wake up, made no sound;
A week, it passed by and still,
The princess remained asleep,
No one could find out the cure
For her unconsciousness deep;
Then, Leon said to the king,
"I think my friend can help her",
Thus, Jim was brought to the court,
And some herbs, he did refer;
Allowed to see his Christine,
Jim brought those herbs to her nose,
(While injecting antidote),
After five minutes, she rose;
The king was super happy,
Leon asked, "Where's Jim's reward?"
Jim asked for the princess' hand,
For having her health restored;
The king had given his word,
And had to agree to give
His daughter, Christine to Jim,
And happily they did live;
Leon was appointed knight,
And served the king thereafter,
He'd brought his friends together,
Their home was filled with laughter;
They called him their "knight of love",
And somehow the name got stuck,
It makes for a splendid tale,
How Leon changed Jim's love luck!!
8th January 2023
For Hilo Poet's "Metrical Tale" contest
Within lofty daily trials, life always in check
gaze at self-made walls; stare up at the swinging bulb.
Chastising of milestones, beaten within submission
artful weaving of whispers waking from a deeper sleep.
Questioned emotions on ice; travel within a dark compass
where in the hell am I; queries shuffle on downward.
Dissected voices in a breeze; breathless inhales unshaken
blowing kisses to a blue moon; poison barbs on a comet's tail.
Blown away with red leaves; tinge of orange and yellows
fog clears in a rising sun; shaking off that amnesia haze.
Eyes opening very slowly; hazy gaze focuses on shadows
white sheet covering the cold body; icy shallow breathing now.
Straps bind loosely on wrists; I can't seem to move or speak
getting easier to force a breath; strength rises for the very weak.
Heroin grasped my soul again; pitted freak with rotted flesh,
forgotten on the morgue table; please, just needle me to death.
On this day, a wee time ago_ after rough sails, you floated ashore. From life-giving waters, a brand-new soul_ for my eyes alone_ like unto one never-before. Bless my heart! Just look at that face_ round and chubby, beautifully graced in lace. Two sparkling eyes_ so full of surprise; Ten fluffy fingers, ten teeny toes. One binky-bitty button nose.
There is no other joy for me; not in this whole world, then my precious perfectly newborn_ baby girl! My very own someone to love and to care; to forever sail the seas within the life we share.
Welcome aboard my life-long friend! As I look upon her now as I remember her then. I still love every fuzzy hair on her chinny-chin-chin. Hawk-eyes cower o’er her year to year, be stills my heart upon ‘er smiles ear-to-ear. So much joy the day steady steps started walking, quickly turned exhausting ‘er munchkin mouth never stopped talking,
Wishful wondering perky eyes at learning to crawl_ sheer grit of the will-to-stand endures the pains of each fall. Loads of body aches whenever she was hurt or sad. Flash the shock of ‘er face the first time she got mean mad.
It seemed it took forever but you grew up fast. Tears come to eyes regretful of the time now past. Yet now you are all grown up and out on your own in the world. Just always remember you will forever be my precious perfectly newborn_ baby girl!
***09292020***
*Image of Ready to Break by UCA.
Tale of the Halted
'Tis be a day of echo
and with it, the result
preys on the lips to no
end, the uncontrolled
tongues hast lain in
plain sight of held shame
and clumsy splits stewing
in a devil's brew.
Fire musters the envious
their claim and precious
bans a quick ambition
to an embellish sheen,
their feigned embrace
traces honey as blood
parts sapped mettle, a
fusion of scraps from
an enigmatic ex.
Now blesseth truths
burns their brittle fibrous
habitats, for they etch
their soul's in the ashes
and wallow in the vague
ambiguity of last night's
light show and be as much
the reason for claims
that themselves never
hast happened.
Natheless, they'd be none
the grander e'er seen, be
they runaway wanderers,
all unconscious, kinetics
empower their motions
as the fire that bred their
souls, hast petered out.
Yet, no need for flames,
as it has been called out,
'tis duel works in passing,
an uplift streak sparingly
made a dart for life to
unleash its hold and give
the halted birth a soul.
It rives steadily, yanks
at the skinned that
detains its pledge,
abrupts suddenly, and
sanctioned to live.
Enters the settler, an
embedded phase
replete annals done
sheaths an escape
with a glow so soft
though shields the
inevitable its moral
claim to be realized
and resist the deniers'
reclamation and their
rumored tales that
made their spark
ignite.
2019 September 17
The Antics Of A Would Be Mama's Yoyo Thief
(now a penchant with less Zionist trenchant ululation to vent.)
Not a peep passed thru mine -
aye vaguely attest
what ten? eleven? twelve? age
of following anecdote at best
guest, but no
doubt yours truly
with figurative heart in chest
scared puny meek boy
tight lipped silently confessed
to foiled attempt, sans trying
unsuccessfully to steal a yoyo,
inviting tummy prepubescent
unbuttoning, a substantially
sprawling Holy skype sizing breast
of mine upon be nabbed,
thus aye didst detest
foolish kid ploy, and
(prematurely nipping
in the bud) messed
up potential life of crime
with first and only
shoplifting heist jest
for getting caught no a pest
key yoyo, mama would
(IF FOUND OUT)
axe me no quest
chin, but whack me itty bitty
teensy weensy derriere lest
quickly putting to rest
any Robin Hood
fantasy life of
high stakes crime pressed,
and squeezed out the noggin
with apropos punishment addressed
thankfully, neither parent
got wind, nor ever guessed
their beautiful darling
boy did test
petty theft, never
matured nor didst crest
into a profitable "yoyo
string Ponzi like
scheme," thus ballsiest
dare devilish and bitterest,
and laughably noble lest
act yours truly ever attempted
immediately ceased to shelve bravest
sleight of hand find
delve during broad est
daylight, I immediately
didst shelve, when clumsiest
initial foray into
the world wide web
tubby come cleverest
lad, this side of
Lansdale, Pennsylvania
many damnedest
yesterdays ago, never
took another earnest
tempting gamble since security
detail nearly wrest
head possible zapped feeblest Ames?
to pilfer from other
Department stores if pressed
for money no matter,
I might miss an enforced
hated ballet class,
with abs salute zest!
devastatingly, grievously, inconsolably,
got hexed, issued jilted livingsocial, a less
son learned to late, how maddeningly mess
say yon nick lee infuriated, not accepting press
sing ill fate, nor countenancing fatal injustice,
refusing to curtsy fiendish inxs did piss
her off (poisoned scorpion sting) remiss
cheekily peppering psyche as if Swiss
cheese, a once spunky Arthur Murray shored
dance instructor, who scored
door prize in the guise of thee less torte sured
near nonagenarian papa, where meanness poured
from grim mortal outlook parlayed moored
deadly reaper, quashed, ruined as lord
stole, sacred maternal tribal nurse, unfairly did hoard
final precious seconds unexpectedly meant un explored
positive rapport forever undergirded "door"
closed to resolve ambivalence with venerable bead
did association between
kith and kin, unfairly
dead poet society lettered deed
wrested a vibrant life despite zest that freed
a vibrant gal to coast along dialed up esprit
de corps spirit to live, yet greed
of metastatic cancer upended lead,
where mind over matter, sans power
in positive thinking rubric and plead
ding didst kill last ditch homeopathic screed
ambitions trumped, thus giving up the ghost
wracking sadness, sinking sorrow spilling most
lee tears of loss, among family, fellow Unitarians
of the Thomas Paine Fellowship
included with your obituary post.
*Image of Tony Dow by News.
AUDIO
VIDEO of 500 Miles by Peter, Paul & Mary
Take Care Wally Cleaver
Wally: Watch the hair!
My faculties are under arrest!
I have been subpoenaed by a Board of Inquiry!
Namely, Mr. & Mrs. Parents of OMgoodness Boy!
Begins the questioning! (blah, blah, blah)
Ward: WHY!
Retorts!
Wally: But dad (blah, blah, blah)
Empathetic.
June: Well, why not?
In-kind.
Wally: Well, mom (blah, blah, blah)
Backroom deliberations begin!
Ward: Ohh! Don't give me that look!
June: But my dear he's just a kid?
Ward: I'll even accept the concept of a Billy the outlaw
as there is some hopeful measure of action,
good or bad, but that's not the conclusion you're
drawing is it, sweetheart?
June: I know I've been turning my back on this, and
once I've turned around, there you are, not a
happy camper, our families, friends, and
neighbors, are all staring back at me, so I've
decided to let you deal with him and I'll stand
by whatever the ruling you decide to enact.
Ward: Well, Mr. OMgoodness, we hereby sentence you
to collect all of your electronic devices and game
cartridges and put them in a large box, then
you're going to clean your room, the garage,
and the yard, then mow the lawn, rake the yard,
then water the plants, after you're done, take a
shower and come down for dinner.
Wally: Wow, that's what an execution feels like.
Ward: No, think of it as a life sentence.
Wally: (sigh!)
June: We love you, honey.
Wally: I know that mom.
Ward: Oh, and by the way, I want to see your computer
keyboard in that box and I'll come around when
you're showering to lock it up in the attic.
(Later that night)
Ward: Good night son.
Wally: Good night dad.
June: Good night honey.
Wally: Good night mom.
(Bedroom doors close, and a computer light comes
on as a young MIT wannabe, clicks on settings and
presses "Online Keyboard")
Whatta day! Brutal, just ... brutal!
It'll be a long night ...
Good night Beav!
2022 July 27
' Hesitant Heart to wobble despite of desirous soulmate to welcome.'
_ Poet
Tale of An Ambivalent Guise
Day Dawn's ! Early Morn.
Crimson Sun in radiance.
Mr. Ambivalent Guise
roaming on non mowed lawn
even ignores to glance slant
on Her awaiting with scintillating look
at bated breath.
Idle noon : Pale placid white Moon
Anxious Girl with eager ears to listen
Mr. Introvert Persona's voice
seeming audible as His eyes to glisten.
No ! Stubborn silence not to splinter.
Afternoon merging dreary evening.
Mr. Dubious Phantom
seems to come close.
She rose to hold His hand :
He has neither stopped nor touched.
Mystic Mesmerizing night :
Mr. Morose Enigma
unleashing hard hesitance
undulating and vaporising
in escaping silhouettes.
Through chasm of wobbled peak of
rigid static mountain
oozing amorous flow
surging, cascading in opulence.
Emotive urge enraptured,
captured in Her heart.
One moment stood still
encumbering passage of eternal time.
Simple Single sentence
of six syllables
' I like you, Dear Sweetheart '
embellished Her dreamy desires.
01\14\23
Metrical Poem
Contest by Hilo Poet
*Image of Forgiveness by Pixabay.
Tale of the Forgiving Betold
Albeit a notable stretch
that stars wouldst a fairer
share of thee and sheath
thy warm expanse.
Sire, alack thy humble
servant beseech thee,
me Lord, for wouldst
thee taketh to mind
thoust faileth thee but
'tis once at the weest hour.
Shouldst thou beg
the goddesses and
gods forthwith 'tis
thy noble quest for
virtue sake that thou
mayest risk a stable
footing verily proved
thy acts of decency.
Pall's errant gift thee
a habilitating ward,
a silhouette soul, its
quaint steps for a
merciful fortitude.
To seize caring eyes
fortuitous event of
a chartreuse field
of wavery rushes
and vibrancy pell
in crystalline spring.
A dutiful life longing
begrudged in the
greens of Evermore,
mayhaps thoust dwelt
in the recesses of thy
bosoms for they hadst
possesseth thee so
willingly, that thoust
act gently.
Nay, nary an army,
soothly a herald of
dreams that unlade
trails ifsoe'er mingle
charmingly, napping
in cases, perchance
to claim and rescue
thyself and possibly
pretenders begone
and ne'er-do-wells
that causeth a toss
and twirl fortuitously
erelong into the tuck
of episodic twilight's
unraveling sepulchral.
Sparkled specks and a
Chaser to settle scores
natheless thou mentored
souls that dwarf a sea of
their gilded hearts.
Less of a challenge when
substance, and grit, amidst
the generous few whose
serendipitously perpetuates
the moment -- forthwith.
Suite melody be the appeal
in the case of forgiveness
for there is proper cause for
the bestowment allocation
gratuitously and without
delay.
Forbearance is the footing
lain the acts of forgiveness.
2022 August 23
It was the best of tines; it was the worst of tines.
It lay, distraught, in silence on the road.
He came around the curve, saw it too late to swerve;
the puncture caused his front tire to explode.
A silver-plated fork, her lineage was perhaps York;
a heritage of which she’d long lost track.
Her dreams as ballerina, faded like her patina;
now, pits and scars festooned her neck and back.
Her mind played back her fall, the horror of it all;
despairing life, she hoped it would end soon.
At first, upon a dare, burlesque with the flatware,
to end in shame, pimped by a plastic spoon.
Not wanting to be saved, she’d crawled out on the paved,
and waited for the crush when all went flat.
But in that car’s careening, her life took on new meaning;
an unexpected blowout saw to that.
For there, just up ahead, a kitten, surely dead,
was spared as the man slammed upon the brake.
Once stopped, he now could see her mewling pitifully;
he gently scooped her up to calm her shake.
Then, trying not to swear, he wrestled with the spare
and stowed the blown-out tire in the boot.
That’s when he saw her, mangled, her tines all at odd angles,
a fork that placed them all upon this route.
And so with certain care, he also placed her there
beside the kitten, on the padded seat.
Now straightened out and polished, she watches York demolish
the breakfast that her tines scooped out to eat.
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for the Metrical Tale Poetry Contest
sponsored by Hilo Poet
written on 01/03/2022