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Humpty Dumpty, it was not his real name,
A nom de guerre that brought widespread fame.
He played a court jester, amusing the king,
To act the buffoon, and sometimes he'd sing.
But when the king's castle, became under siege,
He pledged his fealty, only unto his liege.
While masquerading as a very large egg,
He secreted inside it, a gunpowder keg.
Then he sat on the battlements, on top of the wall,
Inviting the roundheads to cause him to fall.
Avoiding all slings and the arrows,of impending fate,
He raised both arms in triumph, to celebrate.
Faking demise, played out as if wounded pride,
Head first down the buttress, he started to slide.
The egg broke on impact, but Humpty had gone,
And there on the moat, appeared as a graceful white swan.
As the enemy charged, each claiming the prize,
Humpty had left them with a great big surprise.
An empty egg shell that was all battle scarred.
And a gunpowder keg, his secret petard.
With a flash it exploded, in a cloud of blue smoke,
When the dust settled down, the castle siege had been broke.
They searched for their hero, without one single trace,
But in truth , the king and his jester had big smiles on their face.
7/ 5/ 2018.
Unsung Hero Audrey
Audrey Hepburn, not just another pretty face
Eloquent little girl, fragile beauty, boundless grace
Danced upon the stage and world
A young star started out with humble voice and noble causes
Accomplished ballerina making money on her early path
And running messages deep within the Dutch Resistance
WWII was no simple feat for Audrey and her selfless acts
If caught in both activities it meant an instant death
By those in opposition to her quest
But she prevailed. All that has passed
And she remained with us as blessed
The Hepburn Children’s Fund for fighting hunger
And UNICEF continue with her aid, at her bequest
Though she is gone, no longer with us
Her causes continue on with energy and spirit
The world still sings her song
Our hero, we love you Audrey, unsung little one
We sing your praises
Rest in peace sweet princess
Created 7/31/14 for - Unsung Hero contest
When you know you will die alone
The dust will be your last standing friends,
Your ashes will be the memories which you kept so safely
And time will be your priest,
Not standing by your side and giving a heartfelt speech
But digging your grave, shoving your corpse and walk past by
Because of the sheer loneliness of it.
When you know you will die alone,
The sky will be blue,
Still.
You will remember the walls that nourished your soul
Christy Brown's left foot,
James' imagination where you could find your dreams
An odd Sarah strewn here and there
And of course, Ripley who could always love a cat forever.
When will you know you will die alone?
When? 'I will not answer' said the Universe.
This is something which I know,
This is something we all know,
And the plants, the grass, the worn out table lamp,
Even the white paper staring at me,
Sang in a wisely, agreeable chorus.
With every word oozing out from a heart beat,
I am carving my tombstone,
With every thought exhaled with smoke,
I am ornamenting my casket,
With every fake smile,
I am inviting people to my funeral,
But...
I know I will die alone,
I will depart quietly from the stories,
Like an unsung hero,
Or a delusional villain,
Laughing the last laugh,
Later joining the priest for a funeral dinner.
Breathless as a summer sun, glowing
Intimate, like the kiss or touch
Light, whispering joy over the spirit, flowing
With tenderness – gentling even
The darkness, the doubt, the dread
Echoes that drift uneasy through my head
Heavy as the shadows promising
Silhouettes of abiding faith, hope, grace
Wisdom that flavors the miracles
Erasing every suspicion, each uncertainty
With prayers that awaken the chance
Inspiring, healing and guiding the dance
Through melancholy, rich and vibrant
Hues of laughter, happiness thriving
Amber, scarlet with hesitant mocha
Blushing zest of autumn, breathless
Pouring out enthusiasm in swirling leaves
Swaying in the wind’s colorful spin
Mystery embracing the music of a heart
Filled to overflowing with wonder
Astonished at the tender caress of calm
Serenity bursting through the soul
Piercing the emotions with sensations
Mists of affection and nostalgic sighs
Rustling the dewy reflections of a love
Shining through the eyes, where silent
Dreams confide in the actuality of passion
Agreeing to the meeting of inspiration
Alive inside the fantasy, the aspiration
The imagination who awakens each vision
With a sense of delicious treatment
For the one who knows this desire is more
Than merely a dream – it is the heart’s
Revelation and prediction – a wild guess
From the secrets between the lines
Poetry of the unsung hero, the mirror
Rhythm and rhyme – the wisp of insight
It is the dream that awakens the night
To believing in the intensity of the Son’s light
As I dream poetry contest
sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose
August 5, 2022
January 17th, 2020, a moost memorable outing at Collegeville Diner
A hardy acknowledgement yessiree
to the blessed sister Amelie worthy
of such beloved, devoted,
feted husband Rich truly
bestowed predicated upon
random chain of events
i.e., accidental, biological,
and genealogical happenstance prithee
applauding, apprising, and appraising key
kith and kin flavoring, enlightening,
and charming every
life ye and said spouse...
chance circumstance doth avail
your lucky charms to recipients receive detail
impossible mission to annotate here,
nonetheless with gusto courtesy
gratitude yours truly does exhale
regarding unconditional loving
creatures great and small
unbridled zeal without fail
truevalue analogous, yet exceeding
fine spun gold woolworth paltry holy grail,
nor can infinite wordsworth express hale
low, and brotherly love,
(equals at the least $20.00)
an introspective male
i.e. me, whose recent keen awareness
of vital specialness doth prevail
when a little boy quivering
scared as baby quail
his older sister genuinely
ranked high on importance scale
emotionally caring despite many travail
experienced by prodigal son
of Boyce and Harriet,
who frequently if not always did veil
steaming, roiling, quaking...
blubbering like a whale
Ahab oft times admit floundering chick
hen daring to venture metaphorical
unfamiliar muddy waters
unlike legendary Moby Dick
thrashing restless legs vainly kick
starting how to live think
lost at figurative sea
with nary an iota
abandoning ship lick
kitty split never trying
to overcome self doubt
when chased, teased and easily
trounced by bullies quick
as greased lightning
to cower on all fours
calling out for Ranger Rick
(or other unsung hero),
whose highlighted schtick
nowhere in sight, thus I got treated
analogous as some cheap trick
praying for salvation,
ye thence fended off beastie boys
(poetic liberty I take)
as veritable hooligans
threatened with wick
cud lee to thrash hide of
Matthew Scott imposing arbitrary
eminent domain despite
supposedly safe sanctified bailiwick.
Ozzy placed an ad that said: Ozzy
Zig requires a gig. It was that ad that
Zoomed him into stardom. As a
Young boy, like many others around the world, I was
Overwrought by the sound he and his bandmates pioneered. Ozzy`s
Songs and music is heavy and loud but his voice was so soulful. Misunderstood
By many of his critics. Ozzy was loved and admired to the point of
Obsession by others, they saw him as their
Unsung hero. For me I had immense
Respect for the man. He and his bandmates were the ones who
Nurtured and grew the genre of music i have loved for the past 50 years. The
Evolution of metal started with him...R.I.P Ozzy
Here you silently rest unsung hero
A granite stone on top of you
As a symbol of deference and dignity
With the words Rest in Peace.
Rest in peace indeed hero of mine!
You once walked amongst the living
Coming from a battle
With aching wrists, stomach cramps and leaden feet,
And yet the world grinned at you with emptiness.
Yet, they sang songs loud and clear.
Songs of eternity about the same battle
Praising those who came back with
Bleeding noses, cuts, bruises and black eyes.
Rest in peace, indeed.
You once came back from a marathon,
You were exhausted but still had your feet firm on the ground
And yet you were met with lifeless words.
Instead they sang songs of jubilation
To those who came back from the same marathon
With their chests panting like frogs and
Sweat streaming all over their bodies.
And now!
Only now that you lay lifeless in the world of the silence
And the living finally has wax removed from their ears and eyes,
Are beginning to weave songs about you.
For they now know that you had the furnace of a tiger
You had burning passion that lit for men and women
Walking in confusion in the jungle war.
You held an elephant’s tusks
For your knowledge provided paths for those who were lost
And kept them grounded.
You had the strength of a lion
Your tenacity made you fight and fight…
Rest in Peace, indeed
Hero unsung.
Sonia Esmee Florence Butt ( work in progress )
The year 2014 comes to a close
Another unsung hero passed on, from a time long ago
Poets free to express our thoughts
Due to the bravery of Sonia D'Artrois
The day was may 28, 1944
A parachute and Sonia fell from the sky
Cropte, France, behind enemy lines
Her code name Madeleine, terrifying times
Explosives, and weapons, she understood
Training the Maquis to fight, in Charnie the forest hood
A woman who earned the respect of all around
For she was the leader of the underground
Great distances on Bicycle she would ride
Courier and messenger delivering supplies
Right in front of the Nazi eye
They never discovered this lady, Blanche the spy!
D'artois she met in the war in France
Explosions of love, this great romance
After D-Day, more explosions too
Many a Nazi was felled in his shoes
This British heroine when victory was assured
Across the sea to Canada she went
Married her lover
Met in danger, in the resistance of France
Notes Sonia d'Artois passed away on Dec 21, 2014 at the age of 90, a British woman who at a very young age joined the SOE ( Special Operations Executive ) She was parachuted behind enemy lines in France nine days before D-Day to lead a group in the french resistance (The Maquis) There she met a Canadian an officer in the Canadian army Guy d'Artois. They fell in love and later settled back in Montreal Canada.
Dad you don’t have much time left in this world
Recently we sat and looked through yellowing photographs
Pictures I had never ever seen showing images from your past
Of places I have never visited, of faces I had never seen
One photograph in particular stunned me
It was a photograph of you in a military uniform
Standing with other men dressed the same
You were in the Lithuanian Resistance
Fighting for your freedom and that of your countrymen
Fighting against the Russians who invaded your homeland
Helping others to escape from these tyrants
Several years ago you were awarded a medal
This secret from your past was finally out in the open
Dad you are no longer an unsung hero; you are my hero
Written about my dad who passed away 20th February 2015
30th July 2014
Radical planet friendly measures
equals earning kudos as unsung hero
(think environmental/carbon footprint)
nearly absolute zero
while global population quarantine
suspension of civil rights
would never fly with trumpeting pharaoh.
Since United States economically crippled
(as well rest of world wide web)
courtesy coronavirus fallout rippled
analogous, whereby Mother Earth
(Gaia's) motley crew psyches stippled.
Golden nugget opportunity whence
twenty first century man/womankind
can make figurative about face
humanity undergoes tense
fossil fuel powered civilization
intricate tapestry doth unwind
(COVID-19) wreaking havoc
among flu fighting village people
constituting human race
shifting radical paradigm
toward renewable resources
alas me dogmatic karma credit
thinks green new deal
(Paine fully) common sense
to any doubting Thomas
since global governments
currently flattened, gutted,
hobbled, immobilized, jackknifed
martial law restricts
impugns verity capitalistic
(re: cannibalistic planetary exploitation)
acquiescing higglety pigglety
free for all
(Alfred E. Neuman wannabes) madcap
(spy versus spy chase
explicit green lighting
global (fiery red) desecration rents
linkedin multitude innocent
flora and fauna violently asunder
ethos predicated upon
vandalistic, monopolistic, capitalistic...
manifest destiny codas enshrined
no matter indigenous tribes genocide
horrifically did erase
place names benign injustice
underestimates true value
native peoples legacy
impossible mission feebly
conjuring bloody events
sacred treaties scotched, revoked, quashed...
accentuating death sentence signed
obliterating rightful heirs amazing grace
storied proud nations traduced
as agents provocateur
cruelly prodded to adopt
offense and/or defense
inevitably pushed off their sacred lands
today their abysmal existential nihilistic crisis
crushing, damning, punishing... poverty
testament how third eye blind
turned away s as to avoid witnessing
tears for fears etching staind face.