They keep on rolling as the incoming, rapid waves splash,
and with them they bring an army of hungry shellfish;
a cemetery of shells pave the long stretch of this beach...
never walk barefoot: as Lora did, she couldn't beseech!
Nobody is treading the desolate beach to collect shells
clouds are too dreary, winds are increasing their speed;
pelicans are gathered by the saturated, greenish rocks:
no kid dares to scatter them, they are trembling indeed!
They keep on rolling as the incoming, rapid waves splash,
and with them they bring an army of hungry shellfish;
a cemetery of shells pave the long stretch of this beach...
never walk barefoot: as Lora did, she couldn't beseech!
Nobody is treading the desolate beach to collect shells
clouds are too dreary, winds are increasing their speed;
pelicans are gathered by the saturated, greenish rocks:
no kid dares to scatter them, they are trembling indeed!
Vicious crows search for food and munch on dead fish,
fearful seagulls watch then with envy, killing their wish;
survival in Nature has no rules: hunt or starve to death...
and no fowl wants be the next meal for humans' teeth!
I'm the observer and saddened by their fate, I ponder...
fishermen depend on a good catch and there's none;
their boats tied to poles aren't allowed to row alone...
storms are fierce and ravage everything that lies under!
Hakeem sab gaand ka kharish ka kia karun??
Janu Na goli na Teka Ye To Lora mangay ray..
Note.Miss you sweet heart..
Song.Bhegay hont teray pyasa badan mera...
Teray tattay tera Lora
Lun lohay ka hathora..
Flora I love you working on me.
Love the pruning with such glee.
On picking weeds down on your knee.
Watch out there is a hug bee.
Everyone of my pedals has grown a degree.
Resting I wish I could join you for tea.
Date Written: 1/24/2021
2) if I were a flower
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Note: Acrostic Rhyme.
So Spaced!
She's Spaced, first Lunar Laureate, 'Colon'ized Moon,'
Who knows how many sing her tune,
Her beauty flows in ancient rhyme, gives voice to time,
Word's gravitas, with firmament unsung before,
Where rust's an unknown metaphor.
Moon has no seasons, though it spins, knows no regrets,
What Lora wants there, Lora gets,
With Love unfazed by charms of men or wiles therein
Her heart strums chords Love dares to feel, that harmonize,
Reveal, but do not patronize!
In 'Dark Side's' vacuum, 'Lover's' light, tears have a place
No smile's yet owned a human face,
Her solitude knows wealth love pays on better days,
Bereft of beauty, hope, and charm, still walks with God
(And arm in arm!) Does Grace seem odd?
Brian Johnston
27th of June in 2019
Poet's Notes:
A loving poem of tribute for Lora Colon, one of my favorite poet
friends on PoemHunter.com.
The Robin knows the time of day,
the time to stay, the time to fly.
The story goes, or so they say
this is the way to Lora Lai
Pinch me once, pinch me twice
or better yet, don't pinch me at all.
Just do your best, defeat the test
then grab the bar and never fall.
Climb the rocky road to dreams.
Jump for joy as you arrive.
Keep your heart idled in gear
with your head in overdrive.
The journey, though long
is gone in a flash
What was, now isn't and
what remains seems brash.
Topsy-tervy we then pause.
We rant, we rave, we analyze,
We lip service poor advice
from those who recognize
That we like all the rest
who flip and flop and flail,
who complain, cry, yet fail;
have the sign upon our door,
- - -beware of fate- - -
Ours is but to run the mile
to shell the peas one at a time.
Not to ask how many more
buckets lie just beyond the door.
And in the end it shall be said
We did the best with time we had.
Charles Henderson,
Dec 24, 2016 ©
Lora’s tandem pilot is Corrine Hall,
But she originally knew Fiona Duncan,
In the speedy sport of para-cycling,
And was born on 4th September 1998.
She picked up this discipline by team,
In 2009, when she joined TeamGB, real,
And won a silver at the 2011 UCI Worlds,
And so was selected for the 2012 Paras.
There she came in fourth for the B kilo,
And also for the tandem B pursuit track,
And then seventh place in the road race,
And eighth in the time trial: she did well.
In 2013 at the UCI Worlds in Canada,
Lora and Corrine both won the silver,
But beat that win with a gold, time trial,
Which took her right to the USA Worlds.
In Greenville she had a bronze catch,
In the tandem B time trial round n’ round,
But topped that again with a gold medal,
In the tandem B road race, they grinned.
In 2016 at the UCI Worlds, Montichiari,
Lora won the bronze in the B pursuit.
In Rio she won gold for the individual:
“I can't thank [mum and dad] enough.”
Her two brothers as well as her mum,
Suffer from this hereditary sight loss,
But immediately after winning at Rio,
She was planning her wedding event.
I've danced with God quite a few times,
I no longer accept his invitations,
The venues he takes me to are questionable,
And the musicians, just cheap imitations
I don't think God knows how to dance,
I know he certainly cannot lead,
He jerks me hard to the left, then the right,
And stomps on my toes 'til they bleed
I've danced with men who knew their stuff,
They held me close, moving me gently and slow,
Now that was a dance I could do for life,
God's dance steps caused nothing but woe
So I'll just stay off the dance floor
When God begins strutting his stuff,
I'll listen to the music, but I won't dance,
I've danced with God..... and I've had enough!
Lora Colon on PoemHunter.com as a comment on my poem Dancing With God, certainly a different perspective that perhaps many share!
Some people take flack for chasing their dreams
From plain folks who perhaps don’t have many
They’re knocked for not taking life as it seems,
Risking treasure worth more than a penny.
Dreams are illusive, you’re not in control,
You’ve, at best, just a slim ghost of a chance
Unlike real people who come with a soul
A dream will not ever promise a dance.
Dreams may come quickly then suddenly go,
In love and in war we’re told ‘all is fair, ’
Just ask yourself this, 'What does my heart know?
When the dawn comes is my sweet dream still there? ’
Still need permission? My answer is yes!
I will admit though the wait can be tough
But joy will be yours when friends must confess
Some dreams come true and you had the ‘Right Stuff.’
Brian Johnston
March 15,2014
Poet' Notes:
Look for a poem by Lora Colon on PoemHunter.com to find her poem Titled 'Wishful Thinking.' Reading her poem first and then reading my poem, will reveal a poetic dialog that I believe you will find interesting.
The Tragedy of Dementia
By Elton Camp
What was Lora has faded away
Slowly, inexorably, irreversibly
Competence, intelligence, caring
Lost in a morass of tangled neurons
Unperceived by her in the early stages
Though all-too-evident to her family
“They say I can’t drive anymore
I can, but they just won’t let me”
Parents she wants to pay a visit
Though dead for decades now
Frustrating confusion interspersed
With a day or so of relative clarity
More and more, growing uncertainty
“Now just who did you say you are?”
Adults claiming to be her children
It can’t be true, but they still insist
She stares at one, uncomprehending
“I have a daughter with that name”
To her husband of sixty years duration
“I don’t know you, we aren’t married”
Finally the end, unmercifully slow
Death enveloped Lora like a fog
Bourbon; whisky- on the rocks,
Chased by draughts of Coke
Or was it lines sniffed from the clock-
Forgotten after several tokes?
Join the Clan of Ativan,
(Betrothed to one Ms. Lora Tab)
In vodka pools, serenely swam-
By many needles, duly stabbed
My Ecstasy for LSD,
In quiet dens of Opium
Magic Mushrooms picked for me-
And a sip of amber rum...
I see you smiling:
At the clean, open window,
Spring, sunny Paris,
Sitting with Linda,
Eating the apple,
Drinking fresh water,
Very big Apple,
Her smiling daughter,
Love you, my darling,
Missing and thinking -
What is the pleasure
To have something linking, -
Linking with children,
Coming to Disney,
They are so happy
To play and to listen -
How many sunny,
Happy and funny
Could find together
People with shining
Bright star of Soul,
Blues and tomorrow :
Let spend with Clio
The next summer in Rio,
You, me and Lora
On the free land of Aurora!
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