The woody musty note of fallen leaves
hints that summer’s gone, but no-one grieves;
at least not us schoolboys walking home
as we, those piles of chestnut leaves would comb.
Glossy brown gems inside their prickly husk
we searched for as the day turned into dusk;
if none were found among fallen leaves: a stone
a ball, a stick, into the tree was thrown.
Conkers in autumn, sport of playground kings;
horse chestnuts drilled and threaded upon strings,
in turn dangled like victims from a rope;
each swings his own with scarcely hidden hope
to smash their archfoe’s conker into pieces
thus the value of their own increases.
It goes like this, each day for quite a while,
bruised hands and wrists accepted with a smile.
One day it stops, unwritten, but seems right,
time to start preparing Guys for Bonfire Night.
Hard not to love Dylan Thomas’s tall tales
Each gloomy day may just tip those scales
Sends you off the rails when all else fails
Dilly dally schoolboys get cat of nine tails
Go doolally rally in the valley hard as nails
Don't cuss no faff or fuss for us Taff males
Knew along with a fair few Cymru crew's hue
Shared view that no where else has in spades
Cascades of so many gloriously grey shades
Dylan boozy villain mutters hip hop hooray
Gusts bluster beneath his sails on his travails
Trooping way this colour can't be kept at bay
Muster bulbous tinted voluptuous glinted bales
Proudly ride loudly in the night on his coattails
Very fond of merry vagabond's beyond the pales
Hail the true Withnail's escapades made in Wales
Don't harangue pang for meringue gang at play
Not a gimmick pray clouds don't go away hold sway
Rollick then frolic & fossick.. a limerick for any day
Outdoor foray adore bucolic score kaleidoscopic GREY
I awoke from a nap to find it's now snowing
It was clear and sunny before my nap
Now there seems to be a cold snap
As I look out and see the wind blowing
I can see a glow in the woods with some clearing
I hear some faint sounds of laughter and bells
Now dressed to go out, my curiosity swells
What I encounter is sweet and endearing
There is Santa singing in his sleigh full of toys
Elves are dancing, laughing while having a toast
While giving Santa a fun holiday roast
Playing and ringing bells like a bunch of schoolboys
They saw me, but were not surprised, as if they knew
To my surprise they knew my name
And asked me to join the fun, if I am game
Then said, "we have a gift for you."
Santa gave me a large red bowed box
Inside was a snow globe replica of my home
And to shake it when it's snowing and I'm alone
To join them again for fun, games and snow walks
Georgetown Highschool Fire Drill Today
On top--Georgetown's outdoor blackboards
Setup classmate's first-time meetup sort out
Schoolboys head out--henceforth buddy up one-on-one
Outside schoolyards baseball's first base
Schoolgirls show up--nearby football goalpost
Listen my friends to the bells that tinkle and jankle
The early and spontaneous arrival of autumn,
It is a painful and unusual surprise for the birds,
Which wanted to dawdle among the weak reeds.
Tonight, the sun will disappear surreptitiously sooner.
The schoolboys are unhappy. They refuse to utter a word.
Their parents are elated to see how time is passing
Rapidly, like the short breath of a dying old handyman.
The green leaves begin to alter their postures.
The flowers are rare. They charm Mother Nature less.
No golden sun glare after the Angelus; the air is somber.
And the freshness from the north hypnotizes the refugees.
The old men, in disarray, wonder under the sorry shade.
This year, autumn exudes less warmth and cheerfulness.
Copyright © September 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
This is a translation of the poem: L' Aterrissage De L' Automne by Hebert Logerie
Sunday, September 22, 2019
(The UK Queen's Platinum Jubilee was in June 2022)
You're at Trooping the Colour now, Dominic.
Were we not friends when we were schoolboys?
You look so smart now, Dominic, guardsman,
wrapped in the shining redness of that costume
under your tall, beautiful bearskin cap.
Recall that friendship, Dominic,
those distant days at school?
I saw your show on stage -
those school plays, musicals, but mainly ballet.
Such standards, almost worthy of a jubilee.
And here you are on our TV.
A performance, Dominic, seen by our Queen,
and millions, oh millions, of viewers.
You're at that Platinum Jubilee,
a concert full of marching men,
a march that is a parade,
a parade that is a ballet -
performing people, of course.
Would you wish to know me, Dominic,
now you're in your very posh world?
(June 2022)
(You may wish to see also "Obsequies for a Queen" of September 2022 and "Coronation for a King" of May 2003)
We are all but dreams of God,
Composed of flesh and bone,
Illuminating darkness with our senses.
Dimensionless infinity
Gets cold when you’re alone,
So the Muse of our existence
Pulls the blanket to Her chin.
And She dreams of little puppies.
And She dreams of falling down.
And She dreams about Her Mommy baking cookies.
And She’s frightened by the bogeyman
That hides beneath Her bed,
But comforted by teddy bears and dollies.
We are all but dreams of God,
Together and apart,
Confined within this bubble of perception,
For time and space are finite things
Through which The Sleeper’s art
Confides the inspiration
For the shimmer and the spin.
And it shimmers on the playground.
And it spins around the sun.
And it’s chased about by scientists and schoolboys
And it lights upon a blade of grass
And bursts upon a touch
While children chalk equations on the pavement.
We are all but dreams of God,
A range of subtle hues
That paint our waking world
With clear distinctions.
Yet we ourselves sketch Godly dreams,
Becoming then the Muse,
Imagining a purpose more profound
Than one within.
We are all but dreams of God.
Good night.
The Long Last Summer’s Past
By David J Walker
The shrilled ring of the
School bell
Was the first call of
The last days of another
departed summer
The boys laced on new
Tennis shoes
The girls tried on
New dresses
The sleepy heads of those
Who could not sleep , who could not
Keep their eyes closed in
Anticipation of the first day of classes
The farm like crop-rows of kids
In school yards
Forming lines of covens of
Familiar faces
It was all a tradition of
The next Fall
And the comfort of
A needed belonging
And now,
So far away from that place
In a distant time
And space
There is a longing
To again line up by class
And nervously giggle
In the voices of children
Singing the anthem
Pledging allegiance
Proclaiming AMEN to
A prayer
That begins another
Day of learning
The yesterdays of
Schoolboys and schoolgirls
And daydreams of
Natural yearnings
Of the long last
Summers past
Ex lovebirds of
the tamest passion can turn
so predatory.
Passive aggressive
schoolboys who mock whistle at
ex-girlfriends for spite.
Who scatter book bag
contents in mock accidents
for supposed revenge.
As witchcraft conjured
by the nonbelligerent
to silence the bully
I summon some sweet,
musical, lascivious
words as orphic spells
In self-effacing
defense to tame the awful
beast with dirty magic.
Love makes us guys come apart at the seams
Acting like schoolboys dreaming young dreams
Walking into walls
Running naked through the malls
Oblivious to perils that have become routine
KINDNESS OF STRANGERS - KIB - Part 2
The schoolboys chatter ‘neath blankets.
‘No pretty ones to choose’ —
Innocence voices thoughts.
God delights in blessing our souls —
Having nothing to lose,
Net the color of friends.
8/2/2019
Not for contest
KIB so Nette Onclaud will not read
He stands there, stripped bare, shameless, nameless, voiceless
Standing there, choice-less
No dignity, no vanity, no pity
No integrity
No eyeballs so no stare, no flesh and no hair
And no underwear
No contract, no guarantee, no warranty
No appearance fee
He stands there, stripped bare, shameless, nameless, voiceless
Sudden schoolboys-less
Museum... noiseless
ravages of war
not about heroism. . .
through eyes of schoolboys
Copyright © 2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
First published 2018 in Hollywood Haiku via wattpad.com
EPANEPLEPIS POETRY
A
REMINDER
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A man who knew what he was talking about, a man who knew!
"Mankind must put an end to war or, war will end mankind"
Quote President John F. Kennedy; D. Trump not worthy of the title let alone a quote.
Restrained just recently, President Trump was, he should be permanently restrained.
Blame others Trumps policies, sacks those who understand he's not man enough to take the blame.
Senryu, defined, in short, mans' foibles', even briefer, the optimum definition, 'Trump" a one-word 'senryu'.
Schoolboys' antics', mine's bigger than yours, beware of Presidents reenacting schoolboys ways.
Reminder: When the USA has to choose again, remember Trump's ditherings on war; this, NB, Just a reminder.
“Cowboys” , big John Wayne starred.
Cowhands abandon him.
Call, joining the Goldrush.
Could greenhorn kids succeed.
Camp cook and chuck wagon,
Complete the trail crew drive.
Cow punching green schoolboys
Called on to claim their jobs.
Cimarron, the oldest,
Capricious, turned away.
Cow punching, green schoolboys
Combating bucking horse,
Caught on to rope, brand, herd
Cattle, and cow-horses.
Cattle drive is ready.
Cimarron follows close.
Cattle-rustlers kill Will,
Corralling all his herd.
Cow punching green schoolboys
Caught and killed the rustlers.
Complete the cattle-drive.
Cattle sold, gravestone bought.
Carved, “ Beloved Husband and Father”
8/22/2016
Not for contest:
Pleiades C
22 lines, 6 syllable each line
17th line 9 syllables
The Cowboys is a 1972 American western film starring John Wayne,
John Wayne nickname Duke
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