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Back Then

Smoke ‘em if you got them.
Save the bottles for return.
That hippie needs a haircut.
What the hell’s a Lady Bird?
My Christmas tree had bubble lights, 
My watch lit up at night. 
Four-bits for my gasoline
And Cassius won the fight.

Music was a wall of sound.
A Stingray running fast,
Footsteps left upon the moon,
War’s ended, "Peace at Last". 

Paychecks from the mills and mines,
From Ford and IBM.
Farming amber waves of grain 
That’s how it was back then.

     From all around on Friday nights
     The hometown crowd, the football lights. 
     The pom-pom girls would dance and cheer, 
     I saw you there far so near.
     And though my odds were slim & none 
     I had to try to make my run,
     And never look back on the day 
     I had my chance and walked away. 

The party went ‘til midnight,
Coors and California Dip.
The Ventures playing “Pipeline”. 
You said “Let's do The Twist!”.
We dated first on New Year's Eve,
I looked into your eyes. 
We tied the knot in April, 
We made love until July.

But the world and I spun faster then,
You tried to be my rock.
Me, I acted like a fool. 
You said “Its time we talk!“.

I thought I was your shining knight 
And you my Perfect 10.
Why can't we get back to be just
Like we were back then?

     Throughout time there’s joy and pain, 
     We can't expect things not to change.
     When it was time to leave our mark,
     Time after time I broke your heart.
     The Texas sun goes down again. 
     A long day's work about to end.
     Forty miles to drive back home
     Flip on the light and drink alone.

Damned if I know why it all changed,
Wish I could tell you when. 
I only wish that I could make it 
Like it was back then.
© Ken Rone  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


A Return To the Past -Triple Monorhyme

At the arrival of the winter storm, stretching for a mile,
a bockout occurred in a rural town famed for its exquisite wine;
it became very dark as the lights went out in every house...
I felt scarier than a hopeless prisoner in bondage,
but an idea struck me while I stepped on a fleeing mouse.


And while the moonbeams filtered in invitingly, and the crickets sang me
their awkward melody...I couldn't live in darkness and feel safe!
The willows of the reef seemed phantoms moving towards me...
I had a red candle never being used and its glow could have safeguarded me;
at least, I would have had some light shedding on me to keep them away from me!



Didn't poets of long ago write by dim candlelight? Weren't they often taken by rage? 
They used quills to make their work even harder writing in medieval style!
I wasn't expecting a return to the past...it could have caused a disastrous fire...
if I had fallen asleep! But for Heaven's sake, I lived for passion, not waiting to flee!  
My sonnet had to be written throughout that time for my inspiration to survive!


Entered in Russell Sivey's contest,
" Candlelight "
Form: Monorhyme

Premium Member Unknown

Words floating across the mind
Sometimes hard to find
What is wrong , what is right
Pondering the question deep into the night.
Is anything worth the fight
Reminding myself throughout the day
Seek the right words to say
Who am I to be
What is it I'm  meant to see
Can words set one free
Where do I go from here
Whom can I trust to stand near,
So I walk alone
With just memories of what life has shown
The silent echoes of days gone by
Sometimes I still cry
Lost to yesterday
Times I lost my way
Path I choose was wrong
And I stumbled way to long
Lost was my song
Lost was my heart
Where to start.
Stepping past the dark into the light
Such a fight. 
Looking back into the past
Tried not to take life to fast.
But here I am now old
Not so bold 
But my soul hasn't been sold
I walk heart free.
What is next for me to see
I'll soon find out what does await 
My heart will be free of hate .
As I make my own fate.
Form: Rhyme

A Face in the Clouds

As I stand and watch the clouds roll by
Like floating Cotton Wool in a different shape
It looks just like faces floating in the Sky
Like their trying to escape
One looks just like a Teddy Bear
With arms and legs it goes sailing by
Or like a dog or cats that’s running away
 As it’s floating across the sky
Clouds come in all shapes and sizes
Moving slowly or quickly in the breeze
As I stare upwards at this magical sight
I think I can hear a sparrow sneeze
They are flying through the low drifting clouds
With such elegant and ease
While the Clouds continue rolling by
In their different shapes and sizes
They change their shape continually 
As if wearing different disguises
As the Sun shines through this silky mass
And there is a warm glow throughout the land
This scene has such a magical moment 
Like a magical snow puff ball band
One imagines an orchestra playing in the sky
Hidden away from view
I stand in awe of this wondrous sight
Of these white puff balls in a queue
As they continue floating across the sky
In their different shapes and size
My imagination runs to a different world
That never fails to bring surprises.
This magical world that we call home
There is so much we do not comprehend
But the sky above shows all of us
That all  clouds are our best friend
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Dolce Far Niente

running,
                  and running,
                  and running 
           on a spinning wheel 
   like an indefatigable hamster;
                   persisting... 
                    on and on 
          as dawn creeps into 
             dusk's front door 
     and makes a backyard exit,
  a dyed-in-the-wool workaholic 
       can barely move a limb
          after slaving through 
            his graveyard shift.
he's finally home early morning;
    body and spirit, exhausted.
   with a cold brew in his hand,
                he leans back 
   on his comfortable recliner 
          and takes a big gulp...
              a   h   h   h   h ! ! !
          temporary freedom 
     from back-breaking work 
                 never tasted 
               so refreshing!! 
         he's earned his right 
          to be blissfully idle 
          throughout the day.
       he's got hours of sleep 
              to catch up on!
Form: Narrative


When Nighttime Falls

When nighttime falls, and skies dark gray
Replace the sunset’s lustrous spray
I’ll seek a place where I can hide
In You, my El, shall I confide

When nighttime falls, I know the best
Of rocks, where I can find my rest
Our Rock of Ages, full of grace
Will tuck me into His embrace

When nighttime falls, and weak am I
In Your strong arms I’ll gladly lie
I know Your rest will make me whole
Your hope will satisfy my soul

When nighttime falls, I’ll wait to hear
Your soothing voice, forever near
You speak to me, and give me peace
And make my doubts and worries cease

When nighttime falls, and all I see
Is night and fog surrounding me
I’ll lean on Him–His love and grace
His shelter is my resting place

When nighttime falls, I’ll sing a song
Of joy and hope, of morning’s dawn
Night’s plague or arrow shan’t I fear
I know that He’s forever near

When nighttime falls, then I shall sing
The faithfulness of Yah my King
He’s never failed; He never will
In hours dark, He cheers me still

When nighttime falls, I know that He
Shall never take His eyes off me
When I’m asleep, He’s still awake
And watching every breath I take

When nighttime falls, I know He’ll be
As faithful as the dawn for me
Though sorrow lasts throughout the night
Great joy will come at morning light

When nighttime falls, You are my light
Your brightness breaks the darkest night
When I lie down, I pray my eyes
Shall see Your face when I arise
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Is Anger ever Righteous ???

Who is the arbiter, who will decide if " righteous" anger is ever justified
Perhaps the perpetrator of inappropriate anger will claim his excuse is true
whilst the victim of a vicious attack will maintain a different point of view

In some peoples minds there does exist as revealed on a certain media page
A  goddess of righteous anger
How many disputes, be they large or small, are resolved with outbursts of undesired rage

Righteous anger, it exists in the lives of many people, be it political or religious form
No love or harmony between differing views
Anger begets anger, this entrenched behaviour, it becomes the norm

No forgiveness does exist between any warring party
examples throughout history, that's the way it's often been
Bombing in Belfast where the Orange fought the Green
Vietnam, Korea, Iraq, the Gaza strip. Japan
Russia, Ukraine and there's also Iran

So now I must conclude, it's patently clear, such a clanger
that the source of every battle or an argument is raged under  the righteous anger banner

Let's discontinue unproductive lives filled with so much rage
The excuse of righteous anger fits the category of lame
let's discontinue human history, shrouded in so much inhumane shame

Let's follow the urgent words of God 
our heavenly loving Father who 
espouses the word of love
Fill our lives with bliss, harmony forgiveness
accept the divine message circulating from above
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member A Vision

The universe has too many questions,
     Where science and scripture are put to the test.
         And if we allow our petty divides to continue,
              We'll only secure a future of racial and social unrest.
That's because our nature is curious beyond limits,
     Observing what's seen and imagining what's not.
         While leaving some half-answered solutions, requiring
              More searching where the truth is finally caught.

These avenues travel along the same horizon,
     Seeking a future, as well as, the past.
         Even though the roots are often believed 
             Different, the fruits may hopefully last.
Noteworthy during this short-lived history,
     Is mankind's effort to find God and beyond.
         Yet while this has given some peace and power,
              Countless others might claim they've only been conned.

If we have learned anything from a wise and old mentor,
     It is those teachings showing strength from the whole.
         As we struggle to be righteous and inclusive,
             Avoiding the dangers to divide and extol.
It's clearly seen throughout global legacies,
      The laws of man drew from seeds, often divine.
           With simple wisdom of insight and surviving,
                A complex universe with no dividing line.

Premium Member Farewell Old Year

 
As the clock strikes its last few strokes, 
the old year will soon be on its way,
So, let’s bid farewell to what has been 
and not be too sad this day,
Another  year’s lessons etched upon 
our hearts,
With courage and hope, let’s welcome 
this new year and begin with a fresh 
start.

In gardens of change, the seeds of our
hopes we sow,
Each seedling new flowers will bloom 
and grow,
Ready to write a new chapter and  
start anew,
Chasing our dreams, witnessing them 
come true.

So goodbye, old year, the lessons you 
taught me I hold dear, 
With gratitude and hope, I am ready
to welcome the New Year and face 
what lies ahead without doubts or fear.

Happy New Year to everyone and a big
thank you for all your support and 
encouragement throughout the year.



by Zyrool

Premium Member Plantae

As I sit in my earthly womb reposed
Unflowered in a crib that will be my future bed
Whilst being exposed to elements retorts
That oft rain their convictions
And expound relentless energy
In that time, I sprout unnoticeably so
I tend to bury my toes
Stretching downward, as I probe
'Neath the weight of my girth, of above
Where the rest of me takes a peak
E'er so oft, I would slowly unsheath
My thin blade, by and by, will soon be mightily
As I am resigned to poke further
And the earth, then pulls away
Where I start lowly, for at present, that is my worth
A small verdant thing, that I seem to be
Yet I bring forth the breath of life, that is my being
Of that, I offer freely, more like a trade, for it to be
In exchange to being part of this world
I will extend throughout my presence
And share pieces of me
At first close to my being
For the rest of me will be carried by the wind
Thereby, validating my ever as being 
Most times, I will be my true verdant color
Then times, I will be the most colorful me
In contrast to my stated purpose
Though I sometime get very cold
For the life of me, I would slowly undress
Time passes, not a sight to behold, now naked I be
Until I return to the color of my design
Then age will creep up, its telling tale ingrained in me
For in a form that will wither me away
Nevertheless, others will follow
The same path, as I came to be
And we will all grow
For the world
Needs us so~
As that is the 
Nature of how
'Tis to
~be.

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