Daphne Blake was getting ready for a party
Wearing her new dress, she wished to look smarty.
Exposing her buttocks, she appeared so tarty
She revelled, not knowing she would soon fall into a trap dirty
I recall by chance the astuteness of rain
When the thin smoke from charged pulses of cold haze
Befriended the weeded way . . .
Leering further into the viscera of the village,
Clouds of old beginnings heaved potent sighs,
Loud, frenetic and full of powder.
I revelled in the warmth of acid lightning,
Quick to mirror the village in its own image.
The grey breath was intense,
Fusing teethed mirth with grim spheres.
Then came the vitrined harmony of fleeing spectres!
Tricks were revealed.
Tenebrous paths came to light.
And the rumps of sensuous fowls stood stark
Before the reality of weaned souls.
I recall lighting up a cigarette.
Adding to the atmospheric smoke,
I held on to the banter of coyness, flat,
Resolute, and with rummaged blessedness of initial stages
Blending well with the greed of May.
The high hills hummed in praise of their Creator,
As we recklessly rushed down all the rough rocks,
Careful not to tumble down the treacherous
Uneven paths that led to the vast valley.
Here and there were fruitful farms, corn growing tall.
Whilst a cacophony of crows, hens and geese
Filled the air contrasting with passeri and larks,
Practicing their mellow melodious songs.
We found a tavern, delicious spicy food
That soon greeted us as we entered and met
The few travellers that revelled in that place
Which was so warm that we ate our fill with grace.
We marked the superb place on our tattered maps,
Sure to visit the homely tavern again.
FICTION (there are no real hills in Malta)
"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love. Sophocles, Greek Poet
Oh, to hear the word love softly spoken
From one I hold precious, so very dear
He now has new love, feeling quite broken
My question is "was he ever sincere"?
Decades flew by as I revelled in love
When to him it was just a parody
Never once questioned his sincerity
Thinking myself his best beloved
Broken heart is such painful condition
Shattered shards of desire love's cruel game
Every breath infused with passionate pain
True cavalier suffers no contrition.
One day when this flame does not burn so bright
Will pick myself up and future rewrite.
I've always loved to read
I picked it up to drown everything out
I let my mind wander to new lands
while they revelled in my silence
I've always longed to be a part of something
when I learnt that I was the odd one out
I planned what I would say
once they could finally see me
Now I fear to hold on to the hope
that my world is only temporary
that I'll be perceived
that I am real
he wove his spells meticulously
constructed each with loving care
each component ingredient chosen
from the very best that there were
and of course his care was rewarded
his fame just grew and grew and grew
but he had a secret ambition
that only he and I knew
from his inter dimensional office
he could hop through time and space
gloat at the awe and wonder displayed
on his primitive audience collective face
and he travelled worlds and eras
revelled in his universal fame
enjoyed the sense of power
inspired by his worshipped name
but dimension security enforcement
was rapidly closing in on his crime
for his moving skills back and forth
was playing heck with congruent time
he knew his days were numbered
but his preparations were all but made
to achieve his yearned for ambition
the final plans were all but laid
with just mega seconds to its fruition
he was very sadly and deviously tricked
into revealing his current location
and was very quickly nicked
he never achieved his ambition
it remained his secret as well
of course I knew the details
but I promised not to tell
The oncoming winter is fast approaching
With my limited mobility not looking forward
Some would classify me as a shut-in
I truly don't have a problem with that
Taking into consideration my advanced age
Not knowing how much longer I have
'Tis better to be frugal than frivolous
Have been extremely fortunate lucky so far
My childhood goes way back to a small town
Just to the south of Montreal
Winters were really quite brutal
But as a lad of 3 or 4 I revelled in the snow
And then there was hockey...
As children we revelled in nature’s playground
Lying in cool grass watching clouds sail by
Sharing with playmates ‘treasures’ we’d found
Caterpillars, beetles - a dead dragonfly
Jars of black tadpoles sprouting from frogs’ eggs
Gathered near cattails - a muddy pond’s edge
Safe in a matchbox - a daddy longlegs
We pine for these days as memory we dredge
So keep them in mind - those halcyon days
Whenever our cares prove too much to bear
When life becomes an impossible maze
Try to escape to a peaceful ‘somewhere’
Remember the lessons from nature you drew
They’ll always there to help pull you through
“Half church of God, half castle ‘gainst
the Scot”,
Sir Walter Scott enthused when from this bridge
he wondered at the majesty of Durham,
as so did I, and countless youthful eyes
before and since, bright futures beckoning.
She must have revelled in this lovely place,
her footsteps would no doubt have often paused
as from these ancient stones she’d gaze awhile
and thank the fates that held her eager hand.
For a few brief moments she would relish
as did I, and then forever cherish
those golden years. But now a cruel wind
has torn her from this earthly world.
Bereft, we can but pray she’s looking down,
reflecting fondly on the joys she knew,
on memories beloved and pleasures shared,
and maybe, through the mists of time there shines
a vision of this special place, and happier times.
Aunt Verna really loved my benign timbre, the way I cuddled words as they came out.
Treasure troves unlocked with mystic reverence, would add a little sunshine for awhile.
How cleverly I sculpted rustic idylls as I spoke,
the warmth with which I told of beech wood log fires,
old breakfast fare beloved by homely folk I’d neatly sketch,
those settings I portrayed with just a tone.
Horizons from afar and wondrous lands, journeys from the centre of the earth, rainbow clouds I planted in her heart were warmly welcomed.
That kindly face transformed itself when taking in my poems about the sea.
She loved when salted yarns infused an image, the frothy waves and reckless storms engulfing it.
Those oceanic eyes of my dear auntie, always revelled in the surge of every sonnet, as they surfed the silver tides with magic flair.
An epic verse would have this woman mesmerized,
some April breeze would prompt a tender smile,
a butterfly bewildered would do likewise.
Spring colours could be readily restored, each time I had the privilege or chance, of transporting someone precious to an earlier enchantment,
to that time perhaps when life had just begun
CRUMBLING WORLD
My world was good
with you beside me day by day.
Together I was certain that we could
beat the world, come what may.
I revelled in the situation, heaven-sent.
But then, no explanation as to what it meant,
you simply slammed the door and went.
So now my world has crumbled like decaying wood
16th June 2019
Crumbling Rhyme Contest
Sponsor - Dear Heart
Never To Old For The Sandman!
Ah...respite relished sleeping like a baby,
variations on theme I iterate
impossible to stave of sleepiness,
nor advantageous to struggle against weight
of heavy eyelids akin
to bajillion tons of freight
after squeezing out every iota of energy,
whether mental or physical exhaustive state
subsequently pleasurable surrendering
into realm where unpredictable self portrait,
where pleasant dreams await
a personalized vividly dynamic
realm, where consciousness doth abdicate
analogous to A Stop at Willoughby
Season 1; Episode 30 of Twilight zone
May 6, 1960 - Original air date
though evocative images fill mindscape,
I immediately forget conglomerate
sans, illusory wonderful world
potential motherlode, did create
a bittersweet dire straight,
asper this aspiring scrivener
REM recall equals absolute zero
no matter awakening eye designate
natural process this body to facilitate
transitioning to formulate
after juncture of adequate
time ample restoration did satiate
yours truly revelled within tete a tete
among "FAKE" persons mine
unconscious did amazingly, gracefully,
and inexplicably generate.
Swirling vortex of crimson dream
in aeon, sultry thoughts redeem.
dappled shades revelled in flame,
wild storm dances, enticing tame.
Flower vase breaks,.. bitter perfume,
timorous wail, dark clouds gloom,
Wrecked in ruins, pieces charred,
balloons in fragments, dreams marred.
raindrops stab, scathe skin hard.
Garden shards, a grim graveyard
March 29th, 2019
Submitted to Lu Loo's Rhyme contest
Use 10 lines of 5 words each.
Rhyme AA BB CC DDDD
He sat up in the corner and he sensed impending doom
With two ‘two leggers’ flat against the wall across the room
His mother said don’t worry that you’re just a tiny spider
Stand your ground, my son, and spread your legs a little wider
For here’s a secret that is gonna give you quite a giggle
The humans have a seizure when you give your legs a wriggle
So he giggled as he wriggled then he dropped onto the mat
And lay still for a moment so he didn’t wake the cat
Then slowly hauled himself back up toward his ceiling lair
The humans now stood squealing on a table and a chair
So, showing off now, spidey made his hairy body quiver
And revelled in his triumph as he watched the humans shiver
But pride doth come before a fall and spiders do not differ
A blast of fly spray made our spider feel a little stiffer
And as our humans found that they now felt a little bold
Each stepped forward, now wielding the magazines they’d rolled
So now our scary spider found his joke had fallen flat
And as his brain went through his butt he heard his last sound.....
SPLAT!!!
FIRST MEN TO LAND ON MOON
We were returning from space
To colonise would become a race
Over population is bound to come
Moon or mars would become home for some
Tension was mounting high
I didn’t hear my companion sigh
History was been recorded
Would we survive to be rewarded
Almost a fait accompli
We were hurtling towards the sea
Our mission must not now fail
I nervously adjusted my mask to inhale
First men to land on moon
Reporters would write, very soon
But first the big splash
Let’s not be rash
Neil and I were alert
Politeness was trivial, we were curt
Stand by for countdown, copy me
Minutes later we were in the sea
Men helped us out
Proud of us not doubt
Some could only gape
Astounded we’d arrived ship shape
The people began to cheer
Not having lived our fear
We thought of our future fame
And revelled in it once again!
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