Recollecting A Sad Memory, A Loss And A Dream
I bid thee adieu, this my last sad note.
A call to remember, heart once so true,
as Fate oft holds its power asymptote,
sky pallid, never again true deep blue.
Robert J. Lindley, 6-07-2020
Rhyme,( Youth And Its Many Mysteries )
Notes:
(1.)
* asymptote
as·ymp·tote
/'as?m(p)?tot/
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noun
a line that continually approaches a given curve but does not meet it at any finite distance.
(2.)
* pal·lid
/'pal?d/
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adjective
(of a person's face) pale, typically because of poor health.
Similar:
pale
white
pasty
pasty-faced
wan
colorless
anemic
bloodless
washed out
peaky
peakish
peaked
whey-faced
ashen
ashen-faced
ashy
chalky
chalk white
gray
whitish
white-faced
waxen
waxy
blanched
drained
pinched
green
ghastly
sickly
sallow
deathly pale
Spontaneity sparked combusting
explosives breathed us into existence
earth-shattering plates
magma-filled mounds
shakey quakes
huge wakes
whirling, twirling and swirling breezes
slippery sliding mud
shifting, and shaping
bodies of water
peaky mounts
low and high hollows
vast salty seas
solid massy grounds
sandy entanglements
and buggy cruds!
The efflorescent dream to imbue
my opulent languor,whose ripples
vestigial,untoward,hissing,waving
the dalliance quite sneaky peaky.
Is it the murmur of a mellifluous song
yet to be sung by the divine entity!
Is it the penumbra of an ethereal beauty
soothing my bosom with its eternal charm !
I walked up the rugged cliff for an overview
I was benumbed at the spectacular vista
Of the sunset dowsing out the fire
On the gorges of the grand canyon
I was benumbed at the spectacular vista
That was a delicious treat for my eyes
On the gorges of the grand canyon
The sun caressed the warm ranges
That was a delicious treat for my eyes
I treasured the kaleidoscopic moments
The sun caressed the warm ranges
Walled by the steeply layered rocky desert
I treasured the kaleidoscopic moments
An extravaganza of peaky rocks and plateaus
Stood firm gazing at the spectators gaze at them
The gushing ravines ravaged in the sun splashed gold
An extravaganza of peaky rocks and plateaus
Of the sunset dowsing out the fire
The gushing ravines ravaged in the sun splashed gold
I walked up to the rugged cliff for an overview
April 3, 2016
A Pantoum
For Eve Roper
When they married he was as thin as a rake
But his wife she loves to bake
She thinks the way to his heart
Is to practice her culinary art
He’s been eating all her pies
You should see his thunder thighs
He’s in love, this he cannot disguise
Now his tum is as wide as his eyes
His wife puts on a good spread
Has his fill then he falls into bed
He’d love a bit more bedroom action
But he can’t get no satisfaction
Apple pies make him tired and sleepy
His mum thinks he’s looking quite peaky
He would love to go on a diet
But his wife wont let him try it
She says cooking is her passion
As for sex that’s now on ration
He can’t live like this any more
Packs his bags and heads for the door
Moves out and joins a new gym
Loses weight and starts to get thin
Meets a girl on an exercise bike
Tells his wife she can 'go take a hike'
Now he’s happy with the girl of his dreams
And his clothes aren’t bursting at the seams
10~08~14
Contest:-Plentitude of Pies
Sponsor:-Sheri Fresonke Harper
~awarded 15th place~
Batter bitter birdie's bum
Fry the fritter for the chum
Peter's picky peaky tum
Tummy crummy dummy dum-dum
Election declared
Peace prevails everywhere
Fox defends poultry.
When the fox can’t reach
The looming grapes so peaky
Grapes are sour not ripe.
Maiden visit free
Chickens told, fox won’t bite them
Till they cross doorway.
A fox is a fox
May change pelt not his habits
As election ends.
**Inspired to write by the general election of 2014**
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Date 2-25-14
Dr. Ram Mehta
Second Place win
Contest: What Does the Fox Say by Skat-A
Form: Haiku
Sounds Chosen: A-oo-oo-oo-ooo!
Woo-oo-oo-ooo!
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