Twice around the world he sped
pursuing madness, folly
Unrequited lover he
denied, his desperate volley
Once ignited, passions roused
flames obey no limits
Wildfires scorch the tender earth
unbridled desire's afterbirth
For you are nevermore.
Your eyes' last light
never illumined mine.
Death prompted us
to be hasty -
curbed childhood,
sped me past stop signals,
headlong onto adult carousels.
But we must agree over how these hours are
moving against our wills.
I've remained still until here,
grasping a rumpled-up grocer's receipt
with this budget-buy, multicolor pen
confident of words
I have space to admit now
and bury in poetry's
kinetic cemetery.
I'm sure I loved
your faulty teeth's scattered English,
its determined guidance.
I wished my life
had been adequate
to cover your shortfall
as you had covered mine
back when I was all but novelty.
I wander on a journey that may fail
The compass heading points me to true blue
Late Summer is the time I know so well
Accentuated by my thoughts of you
I wonder as I wander through the maze
What separated us as years sped by?
My love for you displaced by cruel malaise
Still on the journey asking myself why
Acceptance is the price I have to pay
I’ll try my best to take the good with bad
Accepting our relationship’s decay
Your absence from my life makes me so sad
To make the best of life remains the goal
My thoughts of you are balsam for my soul
Pain creeped in with the early hours of the morning,
I was doubled over in pain.
As I was screaming,
my dad was wrapping me in a blanket.
Off to the hospital he sped,
then carrying me through the big doors.
My appendix was about to burst open,
emergency surgery was for me.
When we were kids, you liked to torment me, go to the park and climb the highest tree.
Run across gullies at high speed, leave me on the other side with shaking knees.
But then there were days by the TV watching Banana splits and Christopher Lee.
Going to the fields to hide in long grass then run round the streets and fall on our ****.
We moved like gypsies from place to place, new schools, new people, we accepted our fate.
The boy with the golden hair was by my side and I wasn’t lonely cause we were best mates.
Then came the day we no longer roamed, found schools with good teachers, at last we were home.
We got on our bikes to explore the estate; cautious and wary we sped round the place.
To our surprise the kids were friendly and fun, not hostile or tough, or in your face.
Young ones, older ones, boys and girls, down by the brook all summer long.
Through escapades, bonfires, occasional tiffs, the Steppingstone gang stayed strong.
Where the blast of winter goes,
snow and moisture always flow,
strikes the bush, the rock, the tree,
any building that stands free,
builds a protrusion of white,
like some sped-up stalactite,
ice-trails pointing with the wind,
staggered lengths of icy fringe,
bends the saplings with its weight,
stresses old trunks, some will break,
buildings grow a rounded form,
often look lifeless, forlorn.
Stark and sculpted is its work,
alien world on the earth,
just grows bigger over time,
the snow-mixed coatings of rime,
too much may even cause loss,
but it’s so fun to chip off…
When we were young, with songs unsung,
glad hearts, bright minds is what you’d find.
Time then sped on. Years came our way.
We grew and loved. We worked and played.
Those Happy Days!
With Kith and Kin, I’d sing and grin.
But must concede, that time did speed.
On dif’rent paths, we spread our wings,
and went our ways, saw dif’rent things.
On Happy Days.
From Jesus Christ, gained truth and life,
learned sacrifice, since love is right.
So we obey, since it’s The Way,
to His good grace, to see His face.
Oh! Happy Day!
Some time to go, before I sleep.
Promises due, are yet to keep.
I look now, back, o’er all the years,
rememb’ring both, the joys, the tears,
of Happy Days.
Life tasted sweet. Now I’m most spent.
Soon, friends I’ll meet, where there’s no end,
to Happy Days.
Friends may be wondering
why I pay more
attention to true romance
since I was told,
" Work your way to kindness
and appreciate it more than gold. "
Falling too easily
and too quickly
for someone could be silly.
I should have listened
to my mom, for once
not given her a nasty look,
suddenly sped away;
she meant well, but it didn't stick.
I kept spreading my bed
with scented rose petals, invited
beautiful girls over
on long days of hot summer
and took their innocence away.
Did they understand their mistake?
Did I understand I was bad?
For every tear they shed,
no young heart cried and bled
more than they did,
they were angels caught in a Paradise
of unexpected surprises;
it opened their teary eyes
and made them see the real me...
showing them a false romance
that didn't make sense.
I played the role of king
and felt happy.
Stubborn boys out there
don't ever try this trick,
playing with false romance
harm innocent girls,
it's unkind, it's a nasty fix.
all naughty boys shouldn't be remembered
and loved by us, but pushed aside;
they are the cause of false romance.
My wife Marrianne insisted
We’d go to the lighthouse.
We navigated the deadly rocks
As the lighthouse flashed the danger around
Emitting intense beams of light every fifteen seconds.
The full moon shone bright and golden
Its rays flickered o'er the calm sea,
Silvery waves danced to and from the shore
Towards the beaming lighthouse,
Where dolphins danced in mirth yet all was calm.
From afar we heard
The melodious soft music from a cruise liner.
Everywhere we felt great serenity
That we fell asleep, floating peacefully on the calm waves.
We could have had trouble from some volcanic rock,
But from the lighthouse,
A Glastron boat sped towards our craft
And sailors towed us back to safety.
We thanked them profusely and offered a tot of rum.
Placed 4
Friends may be wondering why I pay
more attention to true romance,
since I was warned and told,
" Work your way to kindness,
and appreciate it more than gold. "
Falling too easily and too quickly
for somebody seems crazy. "
I should have listened
to my mom for once,
not given her a nasty look,
suddenly sped away;
she meant well, but it didn't stick.
I kept spreading my bed
with scented rose petals,
invited beautiful girls over
on long days of hot summer
and took their innocence away.
Did they understand their mistake?
Did I understand I was bad?
For each tear they shed,
no younger heart cried and bled
more than they did;
they were angels caught
in a Paradise
of unexpected surprises,
It opened their teary eyes
and made them see the real me,
showing a false romance
that didnt make sense;
I played the role of king
and felt happy.
Stubborn boys out there,
don't ever try this trick;
playing with false romance
harms innocent girls:
it's unkind, it's an awful fix.
All naughty boys
shouldn't be remembered
and loved,
but despised
and pushed aside;
they are the cause
of false romance.
Friends may be wondering
why I pay little attention
to romance since I was told,
" Work your way to kindness
and appreciate it
more than gold;
falling too easily and too quickly
for someone seems crazy."
I should've listened to my mom for once,
not given her a naughty look
and suddenly sped away;
she meant well, but it didn't stick:
I kept spreading my bed
with scented rose petals,
invited beautiful girls over
on the long days of hot summer
and took their innocence away.
Did they understand their mistake?
Did they understand I was bad?
For each tear they shed,
no young heart cried and bled
more than they did;
they were angels caught in a Paradise
of unexpected surprises.
It opened their teary eyes
and made them see the real me,
showing them a romance
that didn't make sense;
I played the role of king
and felt happy.
Stubborn boys out there,
don't ever try this trick,
playing with romance
harms innocent girls;
it's unkind, it's an awful fix.
Should naughty boys
be remembered and loved,
or be despised and pushed away?
They are the cause
of false romance.
don't let foolishness stain your pride!
The rain came down around the street
While old shoes dragged tired feet
The sky was gray, the day was cold
The air felt quiet, soft, and old
A passing car sped loudly by
Then faded somewhere through the sky
I pulled my hood up nice and tight
And walked myself back home that night
For air, this lightning sped
And this sharp too
Outlines what, so outspread
A storm-fierce view.
It seems like time is speeding up
The more it sped, the less we had
Is it just a perception hiccup
Or does our time limit make us sad
In youthful days, time seemed to move slow
We had fun moving through the hours
We enjoyed basking in its glow
As we accomplished our goals and our dreams flowered
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mad Marge, a squirrel with a daring soul,
at the wheel, she always lost control.
Through the car wash, she did dash,
in her tiny, souped-up green Nash.
It's March! she cried with glee,
It’s top-down weather; I’m wild and free!
Huge bristly brushes whirled for all to see.
Oh, the foam and jets! My car looks like a Humvee!
Marge emerged clean, her fur a shining sight,
her green Nash, a dazzling delight.
She sped away, her fur nothing but a blur,
March madness, fur sure, fur sure!
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