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" .... can you hear the bells ? ... "
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I trudge along the ocean path
up the hill to the promenade.
Above the crashing waves I stand,
then memories, my thoughts, invade.
Behind me, white and old, as I,
the abandoned church beckons me.
It says " do you remember when?"
"Think back ... what do you see?"
I remember lilacs blooming
and music from inside,
when this was a church full of life,
when I became a bride.
But now the lilacs fade from sight,
a deserted shell is all I see.
There is no music playing.
Sadness settles over me.
The curtains blow through broken panes.
They billow in the breeze
as if they're trying to escape
out to the beckoning seas.
Once upon a time we were
Alive ! , this church and I.
But we are old and empty now
and ready now to die.
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"behind the church is a promenade
they call the Widows Walk"
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23/09/2011
"Time is the thief you cannot banish" - Phyllis McGinley, Writer, 1905-1978
The sculptor hidden in sapling shapes the buds layer by layer,
the petals show the design blooming in the fleeting time,
as the floral essence of excuisite existence gradually unfurls
the transient beauty of nature, until the flowers wither.
The wilting flowes don’t even know when the stealthy time
as a thief would sneak in the sly silence of the cold night
from the abyss of the gloomy ground where they would fall
to disappear and drift to obscurity in the infinite realm of time.
On the life’s rough garden path of the fallen flowers I trudge
with the prying moments, trace the last mile with sleepy eyes.
When I wake up to see another sparkling dawn bloom,
I thank God for the precious gift of a new day, unstolen.
The spectrum of the rising sun tinges the sands of my time,
turning into specks of eternity stacked in the serene soul,
I float on the ethereal waves in the bay of fathomless bliss,
drift to the shore waiting yonder that time cannot banish.
November 11, 2020
Contest : Writing Challenge-Quote Inspired
Sponsor : Constance La France
5/16/17
The brain comparable to a sponge
No longer under, like a sub
Thanks to the flood
Rising up above
The top layer of mud
Like bath bubbles in a tub
Near and far from bugs and grubs
Among the trees and shrubs
As well as any bears or cubs
My toes got stubbed
From bumping into nubs
Pulled into the pub
While carrying a dub
Opposite side of the wooden club
Coughing out my lungs
Beyond numb
Off so much liquor and drugs
Oh well, if they want to nudge and judge
I'm not going to budge
Or hold a grudge
Just going to shrug, snub and shun
While I continue to trudge
Through it all including toxic sludge
Those that want to call me dumb
And look at me like a dud
Get viewed as if their dung and scum
From here to kingdom come
Phlegm flung
Out of the lungs
As tools were swung
Below the moon and sun
Wherever we worked and dug
Making sure things were level and plumb
Items were slung
Over a shoulder then hung
Took a plunge
On a planet revolving around funds
Had my fair share of fun
But never said I was done
Like none
Because I am the one
They tried to lunge
Then got broken thumbs
And quickly attempted to run
But I easily was able to overcome
Stepping all over them like a piece of gum
For free, you will not get another pun
Some live by the gun
Using hollow points or slugs
And others are completely spun
Regardless of if their life journey had just begun
My Cuz and any other related blood
I got you, it's all love
Many a times I clung
On the lowest and highest rungs
Unwilling to succumb
Just marching to the beat of my own drum
By: Dalton Ogletree
Awe & shock bowlers in the dock our warlock & glock “the Judge”
Rapscallion & stallion with a gold medallion on a sinking galleon
Our burly oracle with each follicle so curly a rock wouldn’t budge
In the 90’s dungeon our classy curmudgeon brassy bludgeon
Can’t begrudge won’t nudge or fudge never a drudge trudge
Truncheon dining on hurly burly Courtenay & Curtly luncheon
Call to arms more like baobabs than palms it is “the Judge”
Robin big breast disarms with charms Test bowlers flogging
Logging in to his noggin not one for jogging just silky slogging
Speedsters scary & lairy others wary time for our hairy chest fairy
Strike hogging quest while the others just dobbins doing bobbins
Pacemen lobbing but no fobbing iron will still run robbing Robin
Smith no hobnobbing or gobbing but not a whiff of a riff of what if
Believers in his jobbing levers will go biff in any tiff the pith of Smith
Made from sterner stuff but always a learner on a bunsen burner
Did bewitch but off the pitch a hitch.. life after cricket not as rich
Strife was rife and as things got rough couldn’t scratch that itch
Baobabbed wizard mocked Windies blizzard grabbed it by the gizzard
Calling card hit the ball so hard seems that BATman was really Robin
Not just some county squire but maybe the ultimate Hampshire Sire
Hall of fame name can’t smudge hats doff to a one off “the Judge”
My son looked through the board games
And he chose the Game of Life,
Where people-pegs must navigate
Through times of joy and strife.
My grandkids bought insurance,
Found a spouse and had some kids,
Took a job and earned enough to
Be quite rich or on the skids.
It was fun to watch their styles,
Taking risks or laying low
And they loved to sue each other,
Though the tears would sometimes flow.
Yet the 9 year old did question
Why the winner at the end
Was the one who had the biggest
Pile of money he could spend.
He insisted that in life
Mere money shouldn’t be the judge
Of what really is important
As through ups and downs we trudge.
I was thrilled at that conclusion
But I laughed when, in a flash,
He declared himself the winner
After counting out his cash.
My Fantasy Holiday
Another grey and dismal day so damp
To work I trudge along the streets of old
Through puddles ankle deep I grisly tramp
All muffled up, clothed to fight the cold
Each day I pass the poster on the wall
Inviting me to far off tropic isle
A place I’ve never been so can’t recall
But I imagine and within me comes a smile
Today I linger for a moment there
And flinch, when I let out a shout
Maybe a trick of light but I could swear
The boats upon the sea, bobbed about
Warm waves are gently lapping round my feet
As silently the sea rolls to and fro
On bare shoulders, burning sun does beat
For once my body feels all a glow
I run along the beach far and wide
Great fortresses I build upon the sand
Lay on a bed of leaves and by my side
Exotic fruits and drinks are close at hand
I look into the bluest of blue skies
Beneath the shading leaves of the palm
I dream as if asleep with open eyes
In this place so peaceful and so calm
Across my feet the icy waters flow
Down my neck, rain begins to drip
The picture fades, I know it’s time to go
One day I’m sure I’ll really make that trip
If in the flushing garden path you walk entranced forlorn,
the purple sun of the dawn’s seraphic sky embraces you,
you’ll see my heart in the crimson lines of cloud up above,
there you won’t be lonely, for I won’t ever leave you.
If on the waves of the desert dunes you trudge desolate,
trace the melting mirage to the sundown hazy horizon,
you’ll reach the verdant oasis sprawling in my olive heart,
there you won’t be lonesome, for I won’t ever desert you.
If on the golden sands of the satin beach you pace alone,
the rolling waves adorn pearly lattice on your lissom feet,
you’ll feel my heart’s cadence in the cascade of moonbeam,
there you won’t be lost, for I won’t ever forsake you.
If on the surging stream of boundless love you float adrift,
meander the unanchored life on the plateau of yearning,
you’ll hear in murmuring ripples the symphony of my heart,
there you won’t be dismayed, for I won’t ever disown you.
June 18, 2020
For Brian Strand Contest : Completely Your Choice (14)
Humans Being
God, I’m so happy that I’m human
that Human Nature keeps on bloomin’
that I’ve got a little house
for the wife and kids to room in.
The gift of thumbs in opposition
to the fingers in transition
led our rise to sit atop
the chain of evolution.
Oh, our brains have got so huge
we run a planetary ruse
convinced that we’re the king
not a jesterial dancing stooge.
We hug strangers when we meet
avoid the same on city street
slowly trudge in bended pose
lest we miss incoming “tweet”.
Hold our children to a test
who’s the cutest, not the best
bow and cater to the needs
of their lifetime feathered nests.
The facts seem elementary
historically evidentiary
we’ll soon be consumed
by our progress - evolutionary.
John G. Lawless
7/4/2016
The snowy mountaintops at the distance
Long trodden ways criss-crossing my momentary dreams
I perch upon the wings of poetry, my engrossing passion
I reach there Edmund, Tenzing Norgay smiling at me
Days after day I trudge along
The paths of reality, hundred hands raised towards me
Caressing me like thirsty leeches
Stripping me of all soothing loneliness
My loneliness set in a distressing trajectory
I run and run to grab it, to hold it close to my bosom
Yet it escapes my outstretched arms, an imp
Grinning mischievously at my weary soul
My dream sets me on a misty hike
The forests ferny floor, the towering trees
I leap and bound over peaks after peaks
I clutch at soft underbellies of a cloudlet
I stand on a white sunny snowcapped peak
My wings feel a strong urge to soar and soar and soar
My entity finally gives in to my Casanova solitude
7/29/22
Sane of a sound mind
Stay out mine
Just trying to reach cloud nine
Instead of always experiencing the down sides
Before it's chow time
This all goes without rhyme
Messes cleaned up with a rag
In my presence tails wag
I zig and I zag
Got caught up in another snag
Causing a brief lag
I'll lose a battle, but win the war no need to wave a flag
The same can be said for needing to brag
Or nag
Unlike some, I don't think I got it all in the bag
At this point
What is it, if you've got no voice
Make a choice
Staying adroit
Because most are out to exploit
Quick to rejoice
Give me a minute, I'll tell it clear and true
No matter if they don't want to hear you
It's not all that it appears to
Obstacles I steer and persevere through
By now, it's all in the rearview
Got me upset
For too long they've gone unchecked
While still looking suspect
Yet now the dots are starting to connect
No need to let it lead to some stress
After all only made from bones and of flesh
Done with ill will or in good faith
Drama near and far from wood crates
Too good to be true, at first it looks great
Secrets, eventually the dam could break
There's much I should paint
While I stood straight
In a corrupt and crooked place
Many act smug
Fast to judge
Trying to get you to budge
Saying you've caused another smudge
I don't give a fudge
Through all the sludge
I trudge
Occasionally in need of a nudge
Instead of keeping a grudge
Went through the flood
Underneath moon or sun
Experienced it all, like bad blood it's nothing new to come