Short Besought Poems
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Mum had a chat with her daughter
And she urgently besought her
Not to be bedding
Before the wedding
Or she’d be late at the altar
My currency
My words
My fortune
My thoughts
My freedom
My expression
My salvation,
—besought
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
Saint Nick's russet-haired elf who loved garlic
Besought all the fair fairies to frolic.
They dissed his Christmas kisses,
Dumped as coal, without blisses
Except with his poodle named Alaric.
A sweet young lassie from Estonia
Was besought by a boy from Bologna
Taking her to a dance,
He wore his best pants
And gave her a corsage of begonia.
written September 1, 2021
Illuminate my darkness
So that I may see the tears in my soul
The ripped aspirations
The ragged trails besought
The depths that overwhelmed
Ascension of my thought
That now I may recover
Regain, renew, rescind
And find repaired redemption
Illuminate, my friend.
Victorian Stalker
Tis but a dagger that I wear
No need your eyes to tarry there
Tis true my cup doth overflow
There dwells the happiness I show
Hither hath no dearth of joy
Durst thou besought this wayward goy
Henceforth wither thou walketh out
No twain betwixt will come about
Yet, cometh, Maiden, I beseech
Naught hath I’ve spoken wrought a breech!
6/26/12
They call her Mother!!
Ingrained care
besought her every step.
Standing before Judges and Kings,
her chivalry sought to escape her.
She might not be
an everyday queen
she sought to be
but
her grace
falls on every struggling echidna.
Mother, why live only for others
and neglect the satisfaction of your soul?
The voice of faith would say:
You can all do both
in an insanely biased world!
Happy Mother’s Day
I look from my window—
the city is silent and serene.
I give another glance:
the light of bulbs moves slowly
through the twilight night.
Suddenly,
the uproar of parasite cars
breaks the seamless silence,
conspiring against the beauty
born of that celestial scene.
The wondering, waning moon—
like a besought fortune—
shy and quiet,
approaches me.
Enchanting, she whispers:
Take my light
and ignite the darkness within.
Autumn's arrival, ushering once more a door His harvest moon ? Dressed of pure..
Gold honourable's daughter her queen from Ophir virgins these, companions; entering
The King's palace glorious ? Arrayed be beauty their children; ten billion stars as she sings
Rejoiced true hearts love's patriarch; timbrels and flutes a nomad whom knew ? In Winter's
Glittering lights an infant's eyes His harps her chorus; Angels ? Divine, besought time's rosy cheeks.
Form:
Would you on the spot succumb,
When someone told you “Welcome?”
The fine time to act a lamb
One’s closed door hold on its jamb
While the key to it arrives
And door-unlocking strength strives?
A woman I had seen, stopped
And besought by a head cocked
To quaff a bottle of stout
And perfectly look The Scout
She’d seemed to want to be
But couldn’t have from just tea…
And a bottle became Two,
Drinker’s mind divided, too;
Later, climaxed it to five,
Drinker no longer alive!