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I'd like to spend my Christmas by the sea
Where ocean foam piles up like drifting snow
Green coconuts were ornaments on trees
And eggnog is a very old Bordeaux
The ocean would come caroling each night
Waves shimmer just like tinsel in the moon
I'd swing on ev'ry star 'til they left sight
Absorbing all the peace one could consume
And if old Santa happened to drop by
We'd talk a little treason by the fire
I'd ask if he could tell the reason why
Peace all around the world would not transpire
But what I'd like is not what I will get
I'll stay home and have Christmas with my pet
by Daniel Turner
I am not the perfect poet,
you and I both know it,
though surely we could share,
our time with rhyme and reason,
springtime, snowdrop, couplets,
summer days of sunshine sonnets,
autumnal skies of falling paper leaves,
winters filled with warming verse?
Perhaps I've been too scared,
to tempt, or fraternise with fate,
now having taken too long,
and having left it all so late,
to pen this page,
with words of alliterative verse,
against this world of woe,
where life's adversities seem to get worse,
I'm plucking up the courage now,
to ask if you and me,
could possibly agree,
provided it's not problematic,
provided this is not treason,
that I could somehow be,
your poet for all seasons?
Line of inquiry:
“feeling not thinking, soul with love linking ~
we attained God consciousness unblinking”
There are times I'm torn between feeling and thought,
consciously aware of a dispute between mind and heart.
I become anxious when I realize there's a power struggle
and my doleful soul seeks a tranquil place to snuggle.
Somewhere deep inside of me where it's more docile
until my heart and mind call for a truce and reconcile.
Unfortunately, that's short-lived... a temporary thing.
Until again, they'll fight like pugilists in a boxing ring.
Rodin didn't sculpt The Thinker inside each human mind
but the psyche often chides the heart, "Love really is blind."
Divine, are those gifts God has so generously given to us
but they don't always come to terms, and it creates a fuss.
The heart yearns for love, the mind searches for a reason.
Scripture says the heart is treacherous and commits treason.
My mind stands guard, to prevent my heart from breaking
but despite the risk, my heart finds it worth the undertaking.
A logical mind weighs pros and cons, thinking pragmatically
Bah, cries a heart, "Life should be lived more romantically."
They grind on each other as if one a mortar, the other a pestle
And so, the mind and heart will continue to quibble and wrestle.
The soul always reappears when a modicum of peace holds fast
but the truce between heart and mind is destined never to last.
Although instrumental to a soul's well-being, they will disagree.
Mind rules a heart, or vice versa. Que sera sera. What will be will be.
What if the journey ends before it’s over
a lessening of purpose with each stride
slowing as the burdens slowly shift
fading in the distance growing close.
When will the trails no longer beckon
soft dusty boots remain beside the door
old hats hang limply in the shadows
inertly beckoning an old man’s gait.
What is the treason of this aging
this slow erosion of a once proud state
perhaps it bids me slowly to acceptance
that every season has its resting place.
Wisdom, you have been a long sought quarry,
a slippery elm impossible to climb
as if the troubled trails that I have traveled
were more about your quest than mine.
Come, rest with me upon a fleeting moment
tell me of your journey’s lessons taught
and I will in comparison inform you
of what I think life is, and what it’s not.
John G. Lawless
©1/27/2022
Somewhere in her white house
There was a gray future spouse
Looking for cheese
Doing as he please
Enchanting accent came from the mouth
A drawing sound noting the south
Filled with luring charm
Made a home by telling many a yarn
Living in a guest quarter
Which he could barely afford her
Making his ways through academic halls
Everyone studying engravings on the walls
Defending peaceful thoughts interacting throughout student’s mall
Coming to a relaxing place
Seeing Carolina’s face
“They are making their case”
The blue angel said
About the reason she should not wed
And take a lifelong committed man into her first bed
“We have a right
During our fight
To cross our stripes
Challenging city slicker’s type
Slanting our color navy being no fool
While having a civil feud”
Wanting a comfort shot he stood calm
Listening to reality going on
This was love not a raunchy affair
Where revenge was the dare
“We made an X for a reason
It was not an ax that was treason
Wanting out of the union
Northerner’s knew not what they were doing
Money here money there
We belles had land everywhere”
Now this fellow
Understood his bride’s bellow
And wanted a few minutes to mellow
“Look at the sun
It is almost done
Orange skies
You are marrying a beautiful guy
I am a gamecock
Early morning riser with nice stock
While you are a Tar Heel
When hearts were a major steal
Our relationship is very real
Friends and family will watch us seal
This romantic deal
Then enjoy a joyful meal”
Hearing his soothing voice
She knew he was the proper choice
“Our United States is at war
Diplomatic rhetoric acting out having the stage floor
Rotten as a big apple at the core”
Honest feelings had truth
Questionable just like the Yankee spectacle Babe Ruth
“Remember when physical interaction was deemed a sin
Gossip talking where the two have been
After our vows and we are alone
Shutting off all Ma Bell phones
I will state to only you
Never will we be through”
Below the Mason Dixon line
Where others are treated very kind
Moon reminded them where they met
No longer was the daylight set
Darkness figured out this was the perfect get
Lunar glare smiling watching the innocent talk
Hoping they will be happy after the matrimony walk
Did you know that YOU have a mission
Your birth was the laying of a foundation
Don't spend your days wishing
Uncover the basis of your creation
You may be consumed by a money driven society
But be sure to leave a trail
This way, you will never be lost entirely
When you find it's time to bail
Did you know that YOU are here for a reason
Yes, YOU! I'm talking to YOU too
To squander your talents would be treason
YOU, my friend, have a job to do
If God had an oversight
You may be off the hook
But make no mistake, God is always right
There is nothing he will overlook
It's quite alright if your purpose isn't clear
Everything worth anything takes time
Get busy and find out why you are here
Discover the reason to your rhyme
In turning from yellow now to red he stopped at the light
Avoiding any such dread in accordance as to what is right
A simple law we all agreed and no matter our own desire
None of us would just not heed no matter how late or dire
And thank God for such sight everyone aware of this law
In stopping at that red light it makes it much safer for all
But if even just a few disobey we would have need to fear
As then maybe one day in front of you they suddenly appear
All laws are made for a reason and most benefit us greatly
It's only when there is treason that the affects you soon see
But Spiritual law is greater than any civil law you can name
The consequences of the Creator is why He gave you such shame
Better off running a red light than upsetting the One Above
All that He said is right and done out of complete Divine Love
But you have freewill and you may choose whatever you decide
Yet here it is yourself you kill in not making it to the other side
The wicked wizard has exiled their king.
The king is frozen in the shadow of darkness -
Where there is not no living things.
The castle is in a up roar people are scared and not knowing what to do.
The wizard is calling all the shots.
The dungeons are full.
There is no crown to be found inside the castle walls.
The wizard never knew that the kings angel took it with her when she seen
what was going on.
Finely the angel put the crown on the kings head.
The Ice shattered from his body then he became glories again.
Wondering where he was when the angel led the way.
Once the King reach the castle, with his mighty crown on his head.
He reached out for his sword then sleigh that wizard to death.
It took one hour to get things back in order or there would be no mercy on his Army
that was restored.
Form:
(otherwise titled psalm to
Amelie Beth by Matthew Scott,
his genuine, gluten free and non GMO
poetic non fake appreciative guise.)
Ah, thee availed me reason to craft
a poem with rhyme or reason,
when I beheld unexpected email
exemplifying Christmas season
triptych most handily drawn pictures
by southpaw sister to think
on the other hand (right),
would be synonymous
with brother commiting treason...
Tempting as such crime
to oust Trump doth appeal
worst scenario... an utter
nightmare should commonweal
constituting United States of America...
blatantly, doggedly, ferociously...
crushing democracy fragile ethereal
frenziedly, maniacally, and unceremoniously
grinding into powder art of the deal
compliments those doughy
two hundred forty three pounds
with squishy feel
bearing full force upon
every square inch of each heal
commanding, forcing, and torturing
every American get down
on knees and kneal
until they simultaneously beg
for mercy with ear splitting squeal.
The ruthless "Fake" tyrant
cackles, gurgles, issues glee
as he doth reveal
his starkly totalitarian, ultimately
vindictive, wickedly surreal
punishment to every man,
woman and child for
not winning 2020 election yule
suffer where high crimes
and misdemeanors during
farcical impeachment trial miniscule
compared to reign of terror
he will violently unleash
rip pull sieve tides
substituting himself as top dog
thus, he forcefully usurps
permanent dictatorial rule...
Other than the above dystopian fear
your brother eagerly
awaits the new year
maybe joining activist group
(maximizing) plank - scare
ring up said apocalyptic near
possibility, cuz Trump equals sore loser
(methinks that an understatement)
nonetheless, what I write might
seem far fetched hear
say (grim heresy),
yet... look no further,
he doth plainly appear
as anti-semitic, bombastic, cataleptic,
demonic, egocentric,
graphic, horrific, misogynistic...
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Everything happened as though a dream,
Though it left in me a permanent gleam;
My imprisonment, for no fault of mine, was fixed,
Treason - they said - feelings in me got mixed;
Neglecting the National anthem - the F.I.R said,
Thinking of what's going to dawn made me dread;
News Papers had already foreseen my end,
Life imprisonment, to such persons, was the day's trend;
My advocate, though knew matters clearly, shun,
As though, in my case, intricacies, spun;
Nightmares in me, of dark cells, appeared often,
As though, I, from there, straight went into my coffin?
It's, then, my neighbor, whom I had hated,
For his social status, which, I felt, had outdated;
Who knew me well that I was, in truth, patriotic,
And felt how my life, then, had gone chaotic;
Being a legal practitioner, he took up my case,
Enabled me to be free from the clutches, by grace;
How would I ever in my repay him?
I felt like kissing him till my heart's very brim...!!!
13 February 2023
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