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Oh hearken to me Destroyer of Poets
With heart in hand I declare my feelings
Without pretentiousness humbly kneeling
Thou art the greatest and now I show it
In verse for all so they shall to know it
My desire for you I've been concealing
Conversations with you left me reeling
I'm amazed how you remain so stoic
So beautiful, so gracious, and funny
Promptly greeting then eating newcomers
Wittiness and charm forever ascends
You cast the longest shadow when sunny
And call out those duplicitous bummers
I'm glad we've decided to be good friends
Italian Sonnet rhyme scheme abba abba cde cde
an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
For my friend Linda "Poet Destroyer"
It was a unique time..
Glamourous era..
Class was king..
Elegance resonated through..
Filled with sophistication..
Classic, timeless, beauties..
In the airwaves..
The airwaves of Hollywood..
Vintage movies are meaningful..
A character is often inspired..
Inspiration allows meaning..
Movies touched the heart..
One's emotions left with feelings..
Feelings directly to the heart..
Fulfillment was captured in a classic movie..
All the makings of a wholesome movie..
Movie stars they were called..
Because these stars..
Were shining stars..
that glowed so brighly and effortlessly..
These stars distributed impeccible talent..
Multi talented they were..
Acting, Singing, and dancing..
Completely absorbed they were
In passion..
Deep desire for creative arts..
Rita Hayworth, Vivien Leigh, Audrey Hepburn..
John Wayne, Charlton Heston, Paul Newman..
Indeed these shining stars were the epitome
Of class..
Carried with such grace..
A generation of stars..
From a different time..
Whom helped us all embrace the silver screen..
At times these shining stars left us all breathless..
Captivated by their beauty, wittiness, glamour, and charm..
hypnotized by their character..
Left with a feeling of excitement..
They have all perished now..
Although they have perished..
They are still alive and well on the silver screen..
Along with the exquisite memories..
They have left behind..
For all of us..
Memories never perish..
Memories are infinite..
Prologue
Abandoned and in disrepair the mansion
Is dark now; a story behind every stanchion.
An unwitting monument to a way of life,
Since foreclosed through bloody civil strife.
Antebellum
The hush of summer evenings cued the trilling
(Fiddled on hind legs accompanied by warty pouches)
Chorus; pierced only by the discordant creaking
Of unseen stairs rising to the house slave's quarters
Portending the disquiet of antebellum martyrs.
Wittiness trees attest in angles and chains
To the master's grid and shade the lanes
For the surrey whose wheels rutted the gateway
(Become artifacts) en route to soirées of gaiety.
The prairie land, violated by steel and condescension
To the roots of its towering grasses and purple gentian,
Forced to nourish seeds of an alien flora for hempen
Riches, patiently awaits its day of redemption.
Bricks of fertile earth fired over an Osage hearth,
By chattel hands, in mortise and tenons, gave birth
To a mansion at the prelude of a moral sea-change
That would divide the nation and break its chains.
Current Era
Their lives deprived of enslaved labor, the once-lived
Voices ebbed a little as each generation removed.
Shrouded in leaves of time they are a mute bequeath
Indelibly recorded upon the stories that lie beneath.
Dreamer boy speak for them now. Sing for bluestem that switched
Against the sky nourishing the thundering herds that provisioned
Native tribes. Rage for those hobbled to sow but never to reap,
Weep for a Nation gone mad and seeds planted too deep.
Reflections after touring an abandoned antebellum mansion.
Copyright Paul M Thomson September 2011.
YOU ARE A STAR, SHINING AND TWINKLING IN OUR LIVES.
YOUR BIRTH AND PRESENCE IS OUR DELIGHT.
NO GIFT CAN EVER EXPRESS THE VALUE YOU HOLD IN OUR LIVES.
OUR PRAYERS AND WISHES WOULD SURELY CONTRIBUTE TO YOUR SUCCESS AND RISE.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
Bestowing Wishes,
Be Blessed With;
Achievements Myriad,
Accolades and Encomium,
Burgeoning wings,
Compassionate Benevolence,
Epigrammatic Wittiness,
Good Luck Galore,
Gracious Empathy,
Holidays Flamboyant,
Infallible Wisdom,
Indomitable Will,
Marked Contentment,
Memories Worth Savouring Rerun,
Prodigious Strength,
Pure Love,
Remarkable Resilience,
Scrupulous Focus,
Spirit Unshaken,
Tremendous Success,
Untrammelled Disposition,
Vivid Personality,
Youthful Exuberance,
Zealous Smile.
Form:
Perhaps time will smooth the rough edges
Memory soften the toughness of his words
But now they must wrap him in moment’s lie
Bathe him in a flow of moistened myths
Will any speak of who he really was
Chuckle at his insensitivity
Mask the folly of his arrogance
Tickle the timber of his humility
Will they dabble in theories of life’s meaning
Standing on the abyss of time’s canyon
Or focus on the meaning of his life
His presence, his laughter, his sharp wittiness
We know he would not care for flowers or bagpipes
Would tolerate quiet sadness
Perhaps an unintentional chuckle
At a whispered one liner
He would not care for too many prayers
Would love those “remember that time” stories
For they let him find a way to say farewell
Knowing that he left you all a piece of his self
Radiantly rewarding, yet difficult to do...
Expressed emotions excessively and exceedingly so
Pouring forth your heart to God and His merciful forgiveness sets us free
Exquisite prayers of humility
Nothing like changing my life around 360
Tranquility-bound
Angst and regret drains out and allowing in hope
Nostalgic memories of past events - both pros and cons of plenty
Collecting the cure of godliness
Extremely was engulfed in evanescent pastures...it’s only temporary - now, engulfed in efflorescent rainbows of cheer
fervent faithfulness fires up my brain...my mind...my love for You and You alone I cradle in my cranium
oh, God! How I love You and Christ...I’m so sorry for subbing and I apologize for my wicked human nature - righteous me up
roam with me to the narrow pathway...rove with me in pastures of purity and maturity - make me as pure as olive oil upon my pigmentation skin
the end of me will still be the beginning of You...I trust You wholeheartedly - this, I say is oh so true
hope you will lift up the veil of my mind and heart and reveal to me Your utmost knowledge and uplift me with wisdom and understanding altogether
extra anxious for what lies ahead of my repentance as a whole...honestly...
Soon enough, my spirit will lift up the veil of vitality and vibrancy...vivacious wittiness has brought me ascending above the universe - up above heaven...Your hopes and Your Word of Love gives me strength to do happiness in the long run and do it with all my and Your might
And yesterday, I was a fool in Your eyes I bet - Wise in my own eyes, no lies
Knock at His door and He will answer kindly and feel free to pour your heart out to Him
Ending my prayer with In Jesus’s Name, Amen
obedience always counts for us, not against us
flourish in gratefulness and live a life of give...let go and let live
Lament turns to joy
over and over and over again
vitality is God’s reality -
enveloped in blankets of His Love!
Your body smiles at me
so let me reciprocate the inviting gesture
with the natural gifts of arousing pleasures
well presented in erotic packages.
My curiosity is unfairly punished
by your hypocritical skimpy skirt
flashing the flesh so systematically and hiding them again
in a glamorous tease.
Your semi-circularly exposed glands
canopies me into a hypnotic boomerang system
where I create a mood of ecstasy in you
and at the same time, covet its blessed beam of radiant sweetness.
Let’s play naughty my dear and act so crazy sweetheart
with gentleness and manliness, I’ll navigate your front side
and then take care of your behind with wittiness and craftiness
My hands just want to go under
squeezing your outside, rubbing your inside;
touching all softness and ‘tongue-ing’ all openings
tearing off your covering and creaming your exposed holy Grail
with my saliva, from head to toe
wrapped in your wholeness, skin to skin
and preserved in the mid-temperatures of our slickly contacts.
We’ll be a fitted match
same measured length, horizontally well placed
burst for burst, groin for groin; lips for lips, breath for breath
eating each other up and yet dangerously unsatisfying
not letting go until even our souls are sored
with this affectionate tempo.
Our constantly bending limbs
will equal all hovering and meandering
and with every of your holes, so greased
ready for my artistic play and penetration
we stay captive to each other’s sexual outpour
and gain much enjoyment
in the irony of our butter-lotioned crys.
The first time we met
Was the day I knew you were the one to get
My first Jack Russell Parson Terrier
Was coming home without a carrier So small and plump
Holding you firmly so you couldn’t jump
Feisty and full of energy
I knew then you would bring us wonderful memories
Our walks together
I will always treasure
Your strong presence
Showed your wittiness for independence
How you never wavered
Your might and will both tailored
Giving me your paw
Showing me you’re smarter than before
Hearing your mighty bark
Would of called the entire animal kingdom to the ark
Playing with your soccer ball
Displaying the skills of a professional on team Nepal
With all your might in your heart
Helping us to understand the importance
of a restart
Your determination
Your life
Will always remain the greatest gift
that forever shines on
so bright
~October 08, 2008 - June 15, 2024~
Captivated as I’m immersed
in your writing
Shocking my senses like it
were lightening
Spending hours reading is like
its a fairy book
your organizing of syllabus
is all that it took
Linguistic vocabulary dialect
phrasing style
Expressive uttered content
language while
your deliverance of wording
lettering is observed
Your narratives wittiness
in your work is reserved
Interpretive collection only
reflects in your ink
Far from conservative the
themes make me think
Weaving a powerful thread
through your lines
Impactful experience for
each reader by design
Artistically creative with
your energy and flow
Reading so realistic with a
faint dream like glow
In your simple structure you
open us up to much more
Awakening one’s emotions
from your honest candor
10/1/22
The best way to describe myself:
is this insightful awareness
of being too attentive and perceptive
in the middle of conversations;
anticipating words before they are spoken,
astonishing others with my answers...
and my concepts don't offer advice,
but rather a view that some would condemn!
And ideas conglomerate like hardened clay,
to immortalize all thoughts solemnly,
to unite them with a fate of eternity;
and their essence is totally congruent,
not confounding doubt and truth...
conjugating sentences into paragraphs,
to make them conduct an intense light,
through which hope can't condole wittiness,
but conceive a concerted play!
They resent me for my ideology,
and conjure up an effortless idiocy;
and unaware of their idiopathy,
their schemes become so ignominious...
when they can't decode my idiomatic astuteness!
And however apparent is their hypocrisy,
they stammer at my insightful awareness
and see me as...stubborn, hostile and averse!
Perhaps I have exerted excessive cautiousness,
not sneering as they did shamelessly; why do they accuse me
of being rebellious, illusive, repugnant and impervious?
None of these traits make up my personality; and what
is the cause of their enmity towards me...
not complying to their standards of eccentricity?
I put on no guise and avoid turning into a gullible person en masse;
and armed with insightful awareness: I discern every enemy's plot!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci