Many moments recalled in pain
Even as everyone wonders in vain
Martin lay motionless at the Lorraine
Photos pour popular chords of disdain
His was a hallowed history to gain
Innocence into infinity’s drain
Seasons secure will never be slain
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Featured Poem on Poetry Soup - April 4, 2021
Sleep I can’t feign. I hear the falling rain
tapping a refrain on the window pane.
My throbbing pain recedes and I obtain
relief from the migraine which had free reign
like a freight train, a cause for mental strain.
Drat the champagne! Don’t blame the quiche Lorraine.
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Contest: Rhymers Delight Internal Monorhyme
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Placed 2nd
© 7th January 2017
At the sport of para-shooting, about focus,
Lorraine was in love at the first sight of it,
She’d been a rock climber, bad accident,
So she now competes at Paralympic writs.
She first fought at the Lower Limbs Games,
An event put on by famous Stoke Mandeville,
Where she earned a medal for every sport,
But it was para-shooting which had purport.
Her first individual gold came at Sharjah,
A state of the wealthy United Arab Emirates,
In 2011, which spurred her on to train hard:
She has a PhD in Psychology, she gaits.
In 2015 at the Shooting World Cup, Croatia,
She won bronze as a R8 50m rifle Sh1 anther;
She was born on the 29th of September 1972,
Has ex-navel partner and a son into kung fu.
My Briefs Lorraine
Fecal stains on my briefs
they must be washed
but to my dismay
they’ve gone away
I left them in a drunken stupor
on the floor by the pooper
and now they’re nowhere to be found
It’s not that I should have a care
I have many other briefs to wear
but my Lorraine is dear to me
they’re brillant blue and such a sight
reflecting in the pale moonlight
what shall I do, it’s such a plight
If I don’t find Lorraine tonight
Just make me laugh Contest
Sponsored by Christine Lehman
August 27, 2016
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Mysterious eyes do they look my way
Soft smile beckons me to stay
She talks and talks with nothing to say
I can't move, lost in her gaze
The music starts she grabs my hand
We rock and roll to the rhythm
Slow song and I hold her tight
Lost in the sway of a starry night
Pretty girl are you real
Pretty girl can you tell
I'm lost in love holding you
Please find my heart and love me too
The evenings late time to go
Ask if you need a ride you say no
Can I have your number didn't catch your name
In my ear you whisper, Lorraine
I follow you into the night
Sensing something is not right
Into the cemetery you seem to flow
A silver mist woven by the moons glow
I freeze, cold to the bone
Watching you fade into a tombstone
Do I dare read her name
Of the pretty girl Lorraine
Just seventeen when she became
A haunting angel of Lorraine
Smile so soft, mysterious eyes
I touch the name she materialize
Pretty girl are you real
Pretty girl can you tell
I'm lost in love haunted by you
I'm lost in love haunted by you
Near Saint Avold, France,
More than ten thousand heroes
Whisper from the soil.
My Briefs Lorraine
Fecal stains on my briefs
they must be washed
but to my dismay
they’ve gone away
I left them in a drunken stupor
on the floor by the pooper
and now they’re nowhere to be found
It’s not that I should have a care
I have many other briefs to wear
but my Lorraine is dear to me
they’re brillant blue and such a sight
reflecting in the pale moonlight
what shall I do, it’s such a plight
If I don’t find Lorraine tonight
© Ralph Sergi
I left you bleeding in Alsace-Lorraine
from the dozen roses rife with thorns,
each a story meant to wound.
For not often did I tell you the truth.
In Marseilles, we drowned in wine
mixed with tears and terrible fears,
and in the shadow of a doubt
I played the sun, the future husband.
I try to forget Paris, ten thousand smiles
And songs that said I love you.
All that remains is the long cold walk
Of regret for all I’ve done.
The gardens of Chenonceau look so beautiful and bright
But I prefer to keep them out of sight
As I mourn in this room of black and white
I sit tight and wait for my love
He gave me his word and that is enough
However, my heart knows the truth and it is breaking
But I still spend every waking hour
Hoping he’ll come by
I don’t know how many days, years or months have past
But the air in here is starting to turn sour
Hopefully soon I will die
For I have cried a million tears
I speak not a word to anyone
And if people should speak to me, I do not hear
For their words fall upon death ears
I cover my walls with symbols of death
For it seems like that’s the only thing in my life that’s left
I pray every day
That God will see it my way
And end my stay on this earth
Because a life without my husband is not worth living for
Please God, when the time comes open that door
For I wouldn’t want anything more
But until that day, I will stay
And I will wait