It’s the heyday of the preachers of doom
nuclear paranoia, world goes boom
Open Season to generalize with closed eyes
all righties -- fascists
lefties -- commie drug addicts
It’s a high point for hate
Blacks hate whites
Whites return the favor
Sophisticates choose
to hate Jews of every flavor
As for a President who’s made the borders secure again
and dealt a decisive blow to the loonies in Iran
Half the country views him
as a deranged, soon-to-be-jailed con
I recall our early life together:
we were primitive little savages
when it came to matters of Heart –
needy and wanting, demanding and
all insatiable – the envy of older, far
wiser~ those drained Sophisticates,
reduced to salivating voyeurs.
And though life has
yearly ripened us, you are still
my Honey Pot...and I your dangling
Plum of Sugar.
Finely tuned hearts
are really priceless, and ageless.
And love was meant to be trifled with,
when realized to be fearless, thoroughly
explored, elastic~ sensing tender Eternity
shared....
Supple intake transforms standard to salient
Triumph thanks tantalised talent
Trials confronted conduct products ultimate
Survival sullied for an alternate
Symphony bellows true blood tempo rhythm
Value balloons with enthusiasm
Transmits fail-safe faith in methods titanium
Sophisticates yesterday's system
Theories distributed to avid students taught
Voluminous sage bolsters scholars
Series of gradual upgrades steadily sought
Take bulging pulses, pump dollars
8th November
Innovation
Consider the unlimited possibilities of the creative mind
In the realm of the fine arts many genres of expression
The world’s museums could not contain the whole, I find.
Music accounts for equal numbers of diversities in kind
Literary arts from the classics to the sultry confession,
Consider the unlimited possibilities of the creative mind.
Then, of course, think of the poetic works being mined
Adding to the storehouse of lyrical and verse impression,
The world’s museums could not contain the whole, I find
These cover only a small portion, add graphics assigned
For therein lies art, in almost everything now a profession
Consider the unlimited possibilities of the creative mind.
With forms of art, I could spend much of my life confined
Forgive me if I personalize this poem, a bit of digression,
The world’s museums could not contain the whole, I find.
Art, friends, is not merely for sophisticates or the refined
Without it, many of us would be thrown into a depression
Consider the unlimited possibilities of the creative mind,
The world’s museums could not contain the whole, I find.
Written August 28, 2022
IF LOVERS WE
(To Julia)
`` If lovers we, you and I, who would we be?
W0uld we be William Powell and Myrna Loy,
sophisticates, trading alcoholic quips across the dining room?
Would we be Abelard and Heloise,
lovers doomed, she to a nunnery, and he,
his castrati voice intoning high prayers through the fog
of winter afternoons
Would we be Tom and Valerie Elliott
plunging into a cold madness?
Would we be Bonnie and Clyde,
outlaw lovers, running down country roads
to meet violent death?
Would we be Buster Keaton and the heroine,
he taking a pratfall towards her heart?
Or an average couple, maybe, growing old before the fire,
watching the last dying coals go out?
No, I would be your Robert Browning
and you would be my ‘Lizbeth Barrett--:
you are my poetry, the rhythm and metre of my soul,
you are my painting, the portrait in my mind,
you are my music, my perfect pitch.
It is through you I speak.
language of flowers
in silent signals
of beauty
so prescious
a pleasure in rhythm
a composite of purpose
cicular&linear
so inspiring
emotions
in
recognisable images
of
explicit visuals
bright-eyed
sopististicates
free flowing
blooms
of
choice
Although I've loved before
Bliss was measured day by day.
Cheerful moments dulled in empty rooms,
Devoid of a kindred spirit.
Each day started the same,
Famished dreams were
Graced by fervent
Hopes of ever finding "You".
Inside I cried,
Just me, alone.
Kindled embers
Languished in shadows -
Mesmerizing lonely glows,
Never meant to burn again,
Only to wait, only to wait.
Perhaps love will never come again,
Quelled by fear of pain,
Reminded of fickle
Suffocating sophisticates -
Tempting liars lost...like me.
Until one day "You" walked in,
Veronique, more beautiful than your name,
With a heart that sings, and with
X's and O's that I can hold.
Your breath is that soft
Zephyr that once again ignites a flame.
I've never known a Veronique, nor do I wish to -
some things are best left to dreams...
a sonnet/acrostic
C Commemorations of a Savior’s birth
H have always been a focus and a blur.
R Recalling cost which does not count for worth,
I I mention gold and frankincense and myrrh.
S Sophisticates who give, have other views
T than Bible talk of God who gave His Son.
M Most presents represent affection’s muse,
A appreciation for what someone’s done.
S Some suave suggestions for a diff’rent gift:
G Give one anonymous surprise – a toy,
I Invite outsiders over, snub your thrift,
F Forget the clock and focus on the joy.
T This Christmas, aim to give yourself away
S Spend time on those who need you every day.
written 16 December 2015