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When I look on my life that's now half-spent,
I sigh the loss of youth that's forever past,
wishing myself better Fortune's consent,
love, friends, and wealth with naught to lose or waste,
but for the mean expense of young love lost;
despising this, I oft' bemoan the loss
of vestal company's first time the most;
for matrons offend like mouldering moss,
which, like Time's sure, inexorable march,
destroys the juvenescence of life's spring
year by year till extinguishing Youth's torch,
a dead flame for which I am most desiring.
If I could live and love anew once more,
I'd not err this time: and lay a rude whore.
Rome seems a defaced beauty
with its past specters roaming aimlessly,
not finding the home where they once lived sumptuously;
ruins upon ruins: marble, cement,
grass, weeds, and streets with cobblestones.
One thing hasn't changed: the splendor and the glory
that Rome once was, never faded from their thoughts...
greeting Julius Caesar returning from another conquest!
Plautus, Livy, Horace, Virgil, and many others were
the testimony of its greatness never seen before,
alas, its sorrowful downfall came at a dear cost:
death, lawlessness, and looting became rampant!
Barbarians came down from the North burning,
destroying everything in their path; alas, civilization crumbled
and surrendered to the horror of hooves pounding hard!
Ah, who witnessed the toppling of Vesta's Holy Fire?
Ah, who heard the terrifying cry of the Vestal Virgins?
Mothers grabbing their newborns escaping on chariots...
while their husbands gathered pamphlets fearing
their loss would be a great loss of all knowledge and civility
that every citizen and foreigner admired for their vitality!
Did writers and poets jot down the last images feeling the unbearable dire?
Did they run off on Berbers taking them to a town known for its tranquility?
Had I lived in ancient Rome, I would have been another poet
describing her stunning beauty now defaced, stripped of all its might;
what was saved through centuries gives us a glimpse of a vast
empire that lasted long enough to set its sublime glory in stone!
Will we persevere in its ideals and preserve them more than a shining light?
Could we encounter another dark age and start our journey alone?
For if ever I was I to summon up
forthwith the words to write something
anything befitting worthy of you yourself
I fear that trite would be the only
apt way and means to describe
my bestest yet falling failing short
of effort and expectations
And can I that hasn't already been said
and spoken of you that hasn't already
been said by far better folk than I
Apart from what you are and represent
to me is everything single good thing
I have done and thought that entered
my head
So much so it wouldn't be redundant of
me to say that when it comes to love
I not you am in fact the lucky one that
love did chose to bless and render
you blind
Otherwise if you weren't why on earth
would you have ever given me a fleeting
glance second look or moment of your
time
Serendipity to my dismay for whatever
reason gave me you more than I could
ever possibly wished for ever wanted
in every way
I'm still in awe and anyone who knows
me will tell I have bored them all to
death as all I ever seen to talk about is
you
Now all that I have left to do is go to
bed say my prayers will hopefully one
day be finally answered and sleep and
dream of you
Because I have yet to meet you , you do not
exist apart from an aperture of my own
creation revolving inside my head
That sometime in the not to distant
awaits me when eventually both our
paths cross
And love no longer becomes a fairytale
but I get to wake up next to and find
out what it actually feels like to experience
What it is to be loved and love and
reciprocate that love to a certain
someone back
Someone who I get to buy flowers for
no apparent reason other than today
at work a thought of you popped into
my head and I began to smile from
ear to ear
Never i shall I compare thee to a summer's day
or thy presence or beauty to that of but a rose
Unless that rose is firmly clasped betwixt
your finger's whilst head is ever so slightly
tilted down raking in floral scents perfumery
Or summer if it be set adjacent back
illuminating your silhouette with vestal
angel radiant celestial white gold
So much so I had to stop and wonder
to myself if she may just well be
Eve's reincarnation herself
Who is or was Eleanor Rigby ?
Jerry T Curtis
Poetry Contest
27 August 2019
Eleanor Rigby
Lost her 1st Born Son and Husband
To World War 2
She then dedicated her life to the Church
Overcome by grief and loss
She became a Nun
To seek solace and relief
She searched for her answers in God
And placed her faith in religion
Lives in a dream
Masking a face of bereavement
Like all the other lonely people
Picking up rice pretending to smile
in a face she keeps inside a
message in an old milk bottle
that reminds her of Maternal weaning
Destined to die alone
Until Father Lennon McCartney eventually reads her obituary
At her funeral in Strawberry Field's
where no 1 will come
Back to the dirt from whence she came
To rejoin her family again
Rejoicing
War is Over
God's Vestal Angel
Eleanor is Saved
In song we remember
Eleanor Liver Beatle
You'll Never Walk Alone
You were voluptuousness, innocent and pure,
the personification of beauty and pleasure.
And much like Aphrodite, the Greek Goddess of love,
you knew how to fuel the dreams and aspirations of men.
A vestal of promiscuity and femininity
your sexual attraction was undeniable,
and on that night, I instantly fell in love with you.
My throbbing heart started beating wildly,
and my pulse began to race.
I was in a place of euphoric bliss,
a magical dream filled with laughter and whispered wishes.
You took me to paradise, gave my soul wings,
and taught me to fly!
And ultimately soar
among angels in the realm of heaven.
I've never felt like this before
and shall never doubt love again.
There are no words to describe how you affect me,
all I can say is, I love you and always will.
Like the missing piece
of a puzzle,
you complete me and make me whole.
(Free Verse)
6/21/2018
Laminate
Plastic covered up definitions lip with profound mastic.
Layered lamella formed single filed lines separating life from death;
Held onto by paper thin adhesions.
Besides bungling up a perfectly fine bollix,
Laminate single handedly took arms up touching innocency.
Scrolls of past things are looked less upon;
By inclinations vestal eye, seen glimpsing beyond chaste.
Blind alley virtual figment reality innocuously engulfed—
Suppressed complimentary service accepts multiplied donators;
Final offers pickled debacle is utter intrinsic debasement.
One lamination, under God, with liberty and justice; For all…
| Laminate | IrOniC ZiNc 12-13-15 12:59am (ct)
Tell me, Bzou dearest Bzou
Have you found a treat for us today?
I am hungry for a heart,
for mine is dry and shrivelled.
Grandmother dear grandmother
Have I ever let you down?
I have one on a tether
and it is dressed in crimson red.
Is she innocent and pure,
this girl in crimson red?
For only vestal blood
will smooth my aged skin.
She is as white as virgin snow
and walks the woods
With picnic in her arms;
to give to you, I so believe.
Will you be you or you be he
to capture her for me, Bzou?
The woodsman with your charm
or creature that you are?
You know the truth of what you ask
Do not deceive yourself or me.
Your snout is long
your teeth as sharp as mine.
Bring her to me, use your lure
We both desire her in our bed
Our hunger is but one.
Stray her from her path.
Then what remains of her and us
will you be youthful, I replete?
Will we just burn what’s left of her,
then wait awhile, repeat?
IF YOU HOLD STRONG RELIGIOUS BELIEFS STOP RIGHT HERE, NOT WROTE TO OFFEND. I RESPECT YOUR RIGHT TO BELIEVE .
You're not my god or even real, your just make believe.
Like the tooth fairy and Santa Claus, I'm not naive.
You go by many names, God, Buddha, Allah, all deceive.
I'm just a mortal human being my name , Steve
You blind me with your everlasting love.
and a 100 vestal virgins when I arrive in heaven above .
Peoples broken hearts help create you, a labour of their love.
We hope to meet our loved ones again and pray It's so to god above.
But all you get is grief and pain upon this mortal plain.
and then into dust you turn, never to live again.
so while you're here, don't let any religion become a ball and chain.
Do no harm and live a life that does that cause others, strife or pain
I longed for a love pure like driven snow,
untouched and vestal in the spring years to come;
the years came, and were gone until my woe
over love now lost filled my present autumn.
Virgin, and never a princess have I met,
or rustic maid with whom to spend a night;
I dwelled in solitude with great regret,
for Eros and young love were not my right.
Still young and fresh, and naïve and innocent,
stained by concupiscence ever the least,
I cast'd aside my youth's indecent bent;
and lived my life as if I were a priest.
Now old and bootless, without lust's searing fire,
I've never pierced the tunnel of desire.
thus is born, a vestal week
heaven's weep on windows, streak
holds for most, a Monday, dreary
yet, those oyster clouds, so teary
drench my essence with elation
aliment for Earth's hydration
carried in these serous beads
all that sates creation's needs
rills feed rivers - rivers, oceans
how can there be sad emotions
amidst these miracles, so plain
wondrous drops of summer rain?
no ...
such days for me are harbingers
of all the bounty that occurs
when we find within the storms
that sunshine comes ... in many forms.