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"Beauty Escapes"
by: Eric L. Boddie
Things about you ignite the deepest desire
Because your frame is like a flame, hotter than the sun's fire
Youthful sexiness trapped in Beautiful bliss
A mere glance into your eyes makes you too hard to resist
Envied by woman....coveted by man
Your body is the destination where every eye wants to land
Sensually curved by The Creator's Blueprint
Purity in your heart confirming what Heaven Sent
Held by Beauty's embrace while sexiness runs wild
With luscious lips that should be kissed like it's going out of style
And truly lickable toes provide the foundation for this scene
My only question, "How did you ever escape my dream?"
Listen to the wisdom, oozing from the wheezing woods,
Whimpering in euphony, far from the bustling boulevards,
Crooning, mumbling mellow chirping soothing strains.
The warbling of the warbles, buzzing of the bumblebees, fetching sputtering riddles!
Listen to the cryptic hooting, hissing, howling of the forest critters,
The whooshing weald is whistling, winking, whooping as living being!
Twittering its' silent sagacious saga when the ringing roots are entwining,
Gusting, the swooshing symphony of the smashing symbiosis.
The seeds are throbbing spasmodically into mature trees;
Sheltering the myriads of native wild species.
The wild blooms in seclusion are trilling in the tranquil breeze,
Twiddling and twirling in oblivion, invigorating the dying dandelions.
There is no hubbub; discrimination, feeble and strong, old and new,
Even cheeping competing species sloshing in consonance are clinking in gleeful communion!
The flapping, fluttering forest is clicking, caressing each other,
To enliven, the stup of the felled trees for hundred of years.
The mother trees are murmuring the lulling lullabies, nurturing their saplings.
They know not, the survival of the fittest, the gluttony!
In the thicket, there is no cacophony, but mere
Mellifluous rumbling of dribbling polyphony!
In a world of modern verse, I stand,
An old-fashioned poet, rhymes in hand.
I savour the dance of words on a page,
Where rhythm and meter command the stage.
Each stanza unfurls, and tales are told,
With rhymes and cadence, stories unfold.
With patience and care, I craft each line,
A tapestry of words, finely entwined.
For I'm a poet of days long gone,
Where verses sang in harmonious song.
A sonnet, a ballad, a villanelle's grace,
These classic forms, my heart does embrace.
I seek inspiration in nature's sweet hold,
Leaves whisper secrets, the moonlight unfolds.
Through meadows I wander, along the shore,
Imbibing the beauty that stirs my core.
With wild imagination, my soul takes flight,
Crafting verses to bring solace and light.
For in the old-fashioned lies timeless charm,
An elegance, a refuge from all world's harm.
Let the world revel in its modern sway,
I'll honour tradition, come what may.
For in rhymes and rhythm, my heart finds bliss,
As an old-fashioned poet, I will persist.
In each couplet, a story unfurls,
A symphony of words, treasures and pearls.
With every stanza, a world comes alive,
Where this old-fashioned poet can thrive.
End part one
***
Today I seek the sun,
it's gentle painless play-
words of winter warmth
spur me on my way,
away from death wish,
daily things gone wrong.
Today I seek the sky -
empyreal blue bowl
that stretches thoughts so high
above an endless flow
of clouds caught carrying
this season's rain and snow.
Today I seek the earth-
created solid, oh so sure!
each grain linked to birth,
to death, to my clay feet
ferrying everywhere
life's sublime design.
Today, I seek the sight
of eagles and their wings-
let insight be given free flight,
not as instinct, but free will,
And still find a resting place
in conscience, human limits.
Today, I seek wild ways
of nature, just out of grasp.
Human natured though I am,
God's finger binds mind- heart in clasps-
flesh and blood married
to spirit's inclination.
Today I seek creation -
space, earth, created ploys
designed to bring me back on course -
marvellous designer toys -
The Almighty's mind in miniature
creates in me a purpose.
Today I see my self
earthbound, then soaring -
albatross escaping safe
from earth's dust bowl arena,
from humanity's wild roaring
freed, to search for peaceful dreams.
Today, I seek tomorrow -
a hope beheld, faith's make-me-believe
as bone producing marrow
makes vital force live by my blood,
so heart-man, blindly pumping,
can try transcend the dust of death.
Today I sought my self,
living soul, dying past -
yesterdays given up
form mortal man's newfound mast
supporting eager search for truth.
And then I'll live - at last!
23/12/2019. Repost.
Notes: Soul: a human being - "SOS=Save Our Souls." "Old King Cole was a merry old soul..."
"Strong souls live like fire-hearted Sun's, to spend their strength in further striving
action." - George Eliot.
"Soul" ="Self" = The person considered as a unique indvisual.
"The inner chambers of the soul are like the photographer's darkroom.Like a
laboratory. One cannot stay there all the time or it becomes the solitary cell
of the neurotic. Anais Nin.
"Soul Search" = anxious self analysis regarding one's beliefs, motives, moral
qualities, etc.
My life is like that of a commonplace horse
that stays where they’ve put her all day;
she lives very much like the others, of course,
accepting her fate, eating hay!
At times she is plowing ( for work is her lot);
at other times, giving a ride
to those who reward her with a smile. . . or not!
But seemingly, she’s satisfied.
For like many others, who graze in the field,
She’s needed and loved; she gets by.
Though life is not bad, to routine she must yield,
but her mind - which can’t rest - wants to fly!
You see, I’ve a soul not that of this mare.
I look through the fence and I see
pastures much greener, and far away there
are places much sweeter for me. . .
I see myself frolicking in quietude
where the world has a rainbow hue.
With fanciful musings my mind is imbued
and the roses I’m sniffing are blue!
I’m gentle, romantic, yet wild and carefree,
and my coat is a glistening white.
Liltingly, I move like poetry.
And my essence is pure delight.
Yes, over that fence, I so want to go -
where creative thought is born;
where lyrical words with euphony flow,
for I am a unicorn!
For Greg Barden's 'The Poet's Own' Poetry Contest
Multitudes enter the venue
all know there's something Entre Nous
You Take a Friend to find your place
it's time to just Cut to the Chase
All Losing It, the lights go down
Signals a start to the Countdown
Vital Signs race to Larry, Curly, and Moe
a Distant Early Warning that starts the show
Can't Resist that sound, distinctive
while The Stars Look Down it seems instinctive
The Spirit of Radio starts (with an attitude)
up on your feet you're In the Mood
Making Memories with a Headlong Flight
and straight on into The Color of Right
Might they play The Necromancer
or maybe even Fancy Dancer
Tom Sawyer starts a wild frenzy
One Little Victory follows unrelentingly
No Ghost of a Chance they'd play Cygnus X-1
but books one AND two - they aren't even done
only Intermission
Presto - back with 2112
how far back will they delve
A Passage to Bangkok brings you to Tears
then showing four aspects of their Fears
While Mystic Rhythms start to grow
O Baterista is next, as we all know
YYZ, Working Man both kick ass
Natural Science and then The Pass
Makes The Body Electric and Time Stand Still
knowing you are Here Again of your own Freewill
They Test for Echo seeing all still alive
Red Barchetta makes sure you can drive
Trees stand tall in Cities of Gold that are Seven
swaying themselves under the starry heaven
Limelight shines in La Villa Strangiato
Wish Them Well for it is time to go
But We Hold On....
Malignant Narcissism starts the encore
Spindrifts into The Snow Dog and By-Tor
One can only Hope it's not the last tour
Closer to Your Heart than ever Before(and After)
In the End you know
you are Finding Your Way back home
endlessly rocking
endlessly rocking under starry heavens
As the Caravans travel onwards
riding out into a heartless sea
Remember what, to you, brought these words
Dirk, Lerxst, Pratt, and the lonely letter of E.
song/album titles/partial lyrics-Lee/Lifeson/Peart ©
We had four years of trying,
four years of sorrow and crying.
Hopes of having a child were dim.
I needed more faith in Him.
I closed my eyes and prayed,
"God, I long for a child, but I'm afraid
it's not meant for me to be blessed.
I must have failed Your test."
I felt a comforting touch.
The hand of the angel I needed so much.
Soon I learned I was to have a child.
Thankful emotions were running wild.
Then my world fell apart.
I lost the baby who lived beneath my heart.
I didn't care about living. I wanted to die.
Tears fell on my cheek. I heard my angel cry.
His tears strengthened my faith.
I dreamed of my beautiful Angelic wraith.
Another child grew inside of me.
"Please let this baby live." I was on my knees.
My laughter was filled with joy,
hearing the first cries of my baby boy.
Tears fell on his cheeks while he slept,
tears from my angel who softly wept.
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May 2nd, 2016
Even the Angels Wept
by: John Lawless
Ramrod was the most fearless cat of all the land
He roamed across the country wild and free
Brave beyond compare Ramrod ruled from sea to sea
No one knows how Ramrod ever got so brave
That story forever will remain an unsolved mystery
To be buried along with Ramrod’s seven lives
But the legend of Ramrod will not soon die
Ramrod was a fearless cat unlike any other
Tall and proud more like a lion he would roam
Ramrod in his own right a predator on the prowl
A cat with an attitude king of his turf
Beware should anyone dare challenge
I’ll never forget the day I met Ramrod
He had made his way into my home
Found food and planned to stay
The feral cat decided he’d have the better of me
So we bargained and I lost but what I gained
Was a true friend I’d keep for life
I named him Ramrod for his sass
He had s-punk and he was fierce
Convinced in his delusion he was twice his size
We became the best of friends and
Would love to undertake adventures
He was as clever as he was brave
Ramrod was most unlike any other cat
Wily and savvy I swear he could speak
Grew up in the wild so he was dauntless
Countless horserides through bucolic valleys
Excursions through deep enchanted forest
Ramrod the faithful lion-hearted companion by my side
Many more tales yet to be told of valor deeds and misdeeds
For this feline believed he was anything but an ordinary cat
Such is the legend of the bravest cat who ever lived named Ramrod
AP: 1st place 2021, 2nd place 2022
Red in her hair
Fire in her personality
Debbie was an unforgettable spark
She ignited an interest in what she was about
From Maynard to gnomes
From love for her friends and sweet gestures to her coworkers
She was a beautiful soul
I got to know her so well
The weekends we spent together at work
Where some of the hardest but the most rewarding
She brought that infectious smile everywhere she went
I'd always tease her about that crappy mustang she drove and she was so fierce about her love for that thing
Like everyone and everything in her life she took great proud in being true to herself
I hope heaven is ready for one of the most caring souls ever to walk through those holy gates.
I will miss you so and so will everyone else you touched
Rest easy now for that flame will always burn bright in our hearts
A rover you were, all your working life,
But your conscience caught up with you,
You chose honourable re-tyre-ment and
You're now green through and through.
Once you greedily thirsted for petrol,
But finally kicked the habit,
And you now partake of fresh country air,
Just as rural as any wild rabbit.
In the past your throaty engine's roar
Out-decibeled the traffic's bustle,
But you now much prefer to listen to
The dry, restless leaves which rustle.
Alas your coachwork no longer gleams,
But you still retain all of your pride,
It's just your wish to be at one with nature,
As everything else you've tried.
A frosty morning is no deterrent,
To a well-seasoned convert like you,
It's just an unavoidable prelude,
To the sparkling spring-time dew.
Your days of road rage long since gone,
When you used to speed and scramble,
You're now content to pull to one side,
And be overtaken ... by a bramble.