Hurling himself at his work
passion-surpassing mission
Setting aside sleep for nights on end
fire growing with every line penned
His epic assuming its desired shape
altering the literary landscape ~
When one troubled eve, his ardor on leave
he pitched forward – eternity grieved
At the Spitfire factory love was found
Not long before off to war I was bound
To do my duty to God and all those
Whose lives were dreadfully threatened by foes.
I joined the army, though aptly afraid
Meeting up with a brave band of comrades
There I trained to become an engineer
Fixing motors, an army gadgeteer.
It was horrific in the mist of war
Sounds of bombs exploding, gunshots galore
Sleep didn't come comfy, the nights were unkind
Missing home and the love I'd left behind.
We were married when I came home on leave
Soon some sensational news I received
Our first, and only child was on the way
Joy filled my heart on that historic day.
War ended, our family was complete
I held the son I'd been longing to meet
From that day on life was pure utter joy
For me, my wife and our bonnie young boy.
* * *
Walter Edmonds
There are great dragons in my life
that came to me from long ago.
They traveled far across the sea
inside some boxes stored below
his seat, safe for the flight's long trip-
to be a gift for sister, dear;
in nineteen forty-four, on leave
from World War II, that distant year.
My Uncle, Air Force pilot then,
came home, this time, to be his last.
His Sis, my Mom, had cherished them;
but, when she died, to me they passed.
There are great dragons in my life
that came to me from long ago.
They traveled far across the sea
inside some boxes packed, and so,
within my home, now safe and sound,
for me to keep close in my care;
gifts from the war, my Uncle brought-
my antique set of Dragonware.
Tea set for eight, dessert plates too-
all these with dragons painted on,
in moriage, raised slip decor-
made in Japan, but bought in Guam.
There are great dragons in my life-
they traveled far across the sea.
This gift is all that's left of him;
his gift of dragons saved for me.
God took a vacation
when time had run out
Rethinking his opus
replanning devout
His Angels in limbo
the devil on leave
Heaven a sublet
sin now reprieved
Faith worn and tattered
the bible debunked
Crusades a bad memory
the Grail marked as junk
He orders a cocktail
the waitress comes back
A napkin — her number
salvation highjacked
(The New Room: December, 2023)
Sheila’s daddy was a sailor
He came home on leave for a week or two each year
Her mother had passed when she was a baby
She lived with her aunt’s family
Sheila was thrilled whenever Daddy came home
Usually in November and May
Daddy was so warm and exciting, and he had hazel eyes like hers
When she was eight he was home to attend a Daddy-daughter dance.
Sheila had never been as happy as that day
She loved showing him off to her friends.
Many of them did not believe she had a daddy.
She remembered that day for the rest of her life
Whenever she missed her daddy she would take out the photo
Of her dancing in red patent leather shoes
She never again experienced that kind of joy
It was the last day she saw her Daddy.
Feedback - flight or fight – it’s due to enzymes.
God put it in our brain, safeguard for crimes;
fear is normal, a good thing many times.
Facts fog up when fear uses its strong-arm.
What is meant to keep us sheltered from harm
can fail just like any other alarm.
A freeze from fear forces all hands on deck.
When fears become phobias, take time, check
your fear can be a liar, a roughneck.
Facing the fact of a fear of failure
pray to God; ask others to help for sure.
With effort on your end, you’ll find a cure.
Focus on the freedom you can achieve
when your irrational fear goes on leave.
January 22, 2023
This is a reasonnet - four tercets rhymed AAA,BBB,CCC,DDD, and a couplet rhymed EE. I have used pentameter, but that is not required according to the creator of this form, Reason A. Poteet (yes, that's me).
I am not here to please the world;
If you don’t like that? Go on, leave;
Whenever able then you should;
Repeat after me: That’s enough;
Got so angry you almost hurled
not offering any reprieve;
Every action cheap your words good;
But I see through it. I am tough;
Lend a hand but never draw blood;
Sometimes you’ve got to pick yourself.
My Wellie boots are battered
and all frayed at the top,
They cost me fifty bob
in C.D. Ellis’s shop.
They have seem better days
but they still keep water out
and that after all is what
Wellie boots are about.
I bought them on leave
way back in 1962
and with a little care
I reckon they’ll see me through.
We wandered winter nights
over Billy Bulson's crisp cold land?
under country clear skies
a twelve bore close to hand.
They’ve tramped may a mile,
kept me dry in a Lambwaths flood
and fifty years later those
Wellie boots are still good.
I shall wear my battered boots
until my very end,
putting them on my feet is like
communing with an old valued friend.
In my Last Will and Testment I shall
decree they are honourably burned
because that’s the fitting end
those Wellie boots have earned.
They cost me 50 bob
at C.D Ellis’s shop
and they’re now torn and battered
and well frayed at their very top.
In a three -storey building, with great walls,
Lived a girl who spent her day with dolls.
One day, her family happened to leave in a car crash,
Leaving her alone with their Ash.
In their three- storey building.
Near lived a shoemaker of great skill,
Accompanied by self- satisfaction and a great will.
And a family of three to feed,
But not a three-storey building to reside.
The girl has everything, but happiness is on leave,
The shoemaker still has more memories to weave.
All was the plan of destiny,
To make the girl struggle at a tender age,
Or to keep the man happy without any penny.
Written by: Rodgers Ja Brown
Why you gassing dawg
Why you coming to my table without asking dawg
I know you hate me with a passion I ain't mad at y'all
Jealous and envy shall follow you
You stuck on my name tryna f*ck with it
But I'm a big number you ain't in my league
I know you f*ck with every classic in my catalog
And it go worth your business team think it's lootlove
Cashtime with my team I'm a big Fish
Money is a big thing I'm focused on
I don't need a green screen when I pull stunts
Cause when you the real thing niggas get touched
And it's Super unlocked
I don't give a f*ck about your number one spot
Corporate's sleeping on me need to set alarm clocks
Word to all workmates crossing my network guap
Big dreams since I was a little boy
I'm stressed, went to the medical school and dropped out
Middle finger to the press
Tried to give a f*ck but I ain't got a f*ck left
I'm blessed
Tried to be civil until I saw your Instagram page
But I was out on leave paving a road for bigger things
See when it rains it pours. I think we all need change
I show real love and respect to the real ones!
He was Eddie Haskell on "Leave It To Beaver".
He starred as the best friend of Wally Cleaver.
When he starred as Eddie, his performances were sure to please.
Sadly, he died on May 18, 2020 from Peripheral Artery Disease.
When it came to acting, Ken Osmond was sure to excel.
He wasn't only an actor, he was a police officer as well.
It is nice to know that he helped to enforce the law.
When people saw him on television, they were in awe.
[Dedicated to Ken Osmond (1943-2020) who died on May 18, 2020]
“Clown at the Abyss,” a Tribute to Van Halen
Lyrics inspired by “Everybody Wants Some!!”
You can't get romantic in a carnie line
Ringmaster don't like it, says you're wastin' your time
But everybody wants fun
I want fun too
Everybody wants fun
Baby, how 'bout you?
Yeah, I've seen the people that are lookin' for the trapeze
Yeah, ya spent a lot ya got lost at the Tilt-a-Whirl
But everybody wants fun
I want fun too
Everybody wants fun
How 'bout you?
Oh yeah, uh yeah, yeah, yeah
Everybody wants fun
I want fun too oh
Everybody wants fun
How 'bout you?
Oh, where'd you get that banana-split?
Oh, that, I like it
I like the way that tie runs up the front of your party suit
I've always liked those kind of big floppy shoes
No no no no, don't take 'em off, don't take leave 'em on, leave 'em on
Yeah, that's it, a little more to the right, “snap” good picture
Everybody wants fun
I want fun too
Everybody wants fun
Baby, how 'bout you?
Everybody wants fun
Everybody needs fun
Everybody wants fun
Everybody needs fun (wo)
Money for the photo? I'll pay you for it, what the heck?
Hello Mr. Barber, I’m here for my bloodletting
I’ve been long overdue for this appointment, I know
Yes, bring out your set, I am ready for the procedure
I am so grateful to relax in your chair
Now the blood drips onto the page
A slow trickle and into a stream
It yearns to be absorbed
But more than that it wishes to water the soil
It’s so difficult to be in charge of living matter
To care, cradle, and carry on leave me exhausted
I want to rest but rest never feels enough
This body yearns for a more permanent resting place
Mr. Barber, perhaps you could cut just a little deeper
Just a little longer
Just a bit more than you should
So that I can sleep
No, no you’re right, Mr. Barber
Bloodletting is a small release
Just to get by
It’s not my last sleeping aid
My Medusa
Throwing words away into the ether,
In search of a seeker.
Did you meet her? Have you seen her?
Does she still believe the holes in her net are catching no suitor?
My Medusa is caught in a mirror.
A reflection of her former self; from sweet heart to sinner.
Now cast in stone are her army of lovers,
All standing proud, never moving on;
Trapped inside her thoughts forever,
Deep in their endless slumber; never completely gone.
All memories compared to me;
All seem to win eventually.
Surrounded by snakes; her endless din,
Are screaming at me, to go on, leave!
But love is my shield,
I trust in her virtue.
I must confess the way she makes me feel;
I must suggest a rendezvous.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
thankful to poems
she is on leave on advance
cuckoo greets my pen
-March 07, 2019 Chattogram
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