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Easterly Winds

easterly winds blow

     soldiers of faith sing and grow

        stalwarts of Thy flow

To Me You Are Everything

Stalwarts of fondness will last for eons,
a humble candle flame that glows as neon.
If my love for you is at a searing depth,
dyes pierce the air as beams on breadth.

Only love can heal the molten, burning page,
a sublime, lofty yearning for wider rage.
It sparkles as a scorching protuberance,
to the point of tumultuous exuberance.

No one is a seer of another place or time.
could wish to have a body or face sublime.
My veins were swarming with warm blood.
Implications for the mind are still being thud.

And every night, swaying in hope from above,
as I am drowning in the heavenly flow of love.

Written: April 02, 2023

2nd place contest winner 

I Only Live To Love You Poetry Contest 
Sponsored by: JCB Brul

The Old Couple

old couple

The evening is dark, and the street light tells 
the leaves have fallen, except for two stalwarts holding on
 but they will not be there at first light.
On our walk, we stop at a dress shop she admires 
a colourful dress as an African, she likes lively attire
 asks me if she still fits this dress; mull over this a bit and say
it will fit you snuggly.
She laughs fondly and tells me; I know nought about women’s clothes.
We have grown old together and dislike being apart
 it worries me when she goes into the kitchen to make our evening meal
We are both aware of the sand, in time glass is nearly empty
 for now, we are lovers in the strand of Nirvana’s echo.

In a Hurry

Hilary was in a killing hurry,
Not wanting to miss a math class,
In her growing worry
Shattered a glass!
Now, she must favor curry
With two stalwarts
Who wouldn’t let this pass:
Humiliation-loving Harry
Who sat his offenders on time-consuming grass
And pain-inflicting twin Larry
Who could crush a not too mischievous lass.

You take it, then,
One never knows when 
One is likely to a journey in a killing hurry
Tidy up before does a rickety lorry.

Foxgloves

These garden escapes, hardy stalwarts,
have legged it from the border -
they have said goodbye to the shade-loving ferns
and broken free from the boundary wall
to seed in chippings, chesil slack,
a no-man's land by the standing trucks
blushing like children at the station box
who trespass for kicks in forbidden plots,
the place moire beautiful than ever before
because of their bright bravado.

Protests Fill the Air

Cancel Culture, Black Lives Matter,
Me too movement, Gay rights too,
Social media so much chatter
Have a gripe, just join the queue.

Pro-choice stalwarts, pro-life hawks,
Farm to table, Save the earth,
A world of slogans, countless squawks
A new cause daily sees it's birth.

Sound bites matter, the Media gloats,
Politicians scramble to take the stage,
Armed with purpose and ready quotes.
Often glib and rarely sage.

Where is reason, quiet thought.
Before action and verbal storm,
Popularity not earned but bought,
Measured now by Twitter swarm.

And as to us the silent mass
Forging lives amidst this din,
As we wade through this morass
To crack a smile is no great sin.

An old moral of the sea
Is avoid that siren's song,
Look away and simply be,
Then far less may just go wrong.

Time

I threw a grand party
I invited all my Celestial friends
The clock was ticking
I hardly had time to breathe

I invited all the stalwarts
The stars the planets the comets the moon
And then there was me the sun
And whom did I forget?
“Aah , the earth was busy with it’s rotation
It dropped out of the party 
on it’s way  around me.

It took me a moment, then it dawned on me
How could my party be a success
Without a blast from the past
So I extended an invitation to the meteoroid family

Being the host and an eternal legend
It was known that I could heat up any party
My vision at present was infinite
As I chose an exotic expanse of Blue
The Sky was the limit, even for me.

Vanquish Loneliness

Hear ye this last call for lonely hearts:
Vanquish melancholic darts
upon fortress of true love’s ramparts
securing compassion-propped stalwarts
braced by God, along His comfort-carts 
fortifying and blessing blissful starts…
…as He ends gloom; and despair, He thwarts.

This summon reverberates hope’s cheer:
“Rejoice evermore,*” my dear
since gladness smites sadness’ fear
while loved-ones reach out with jubilant steer
smiting apathy of bitterness’ sneer
thus, joyous gratitude midst praise-gear… 
…is gracious response, indeed clear!

*Philippians 4:4 Rejoice in the Lord alway: and again I say, Rejoice.
 1Thessalonians 5:16 Rejoice evermore. 

November 5, 2019
3rd place, "STRAND SELECT..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/1/2020.

To Boys Who'Ll Be Born Tomorrow

Even as I prepare my departure,
Boys of tomorrow, I think of you.
I'm leaving behind for you
What I inherited from the departed,
Lest I become like a rock 
Which knows not its children.

Take heed dear ones, someday,
You'll face your meekness,
The enemy inside you,
When you set out to win a damsel's heart.

I know nothing about
Matrimony of salt and sea.
But, 
I don't consult a haruspex either,
To foretell the stage-fright
You're destined to suffer from,
While you express your love.

I don't wish to frighten you.
But,
Take my word lovers of tomorrow,
Many romancing stalwarts
Had been spirited away to madhouses
By spirits of vineyards
While they struggled to say
The sweet sentence.

In the ancient days of our land,
A customary bouquet, made of two flowers:
Mimosa blooms tucked in between
Petals of a butterfly ginger lily,
Was offered to one's dream girl,
In lieu of words.
If she wore it behind her ear,
While her bewildered eyelashes fluttered,
Like a bird after the rain,
It was yes.
The otherwise had fatal ways.

I ask you
To inherit the ritual.
But,
Plant the flowers first.
For you'll be needing a lot.

From Distant Lands

From distant lands 
comes help unlooked - for 
Arriving in tall vessels
Legions of stalwarts 
arrive on our shores 
The battles will surely be won
Just as we aided our allies in 
the past 
So they will aid us in the future 
Does it seem we deserve their help?
Yes, it does!
So, onward ye peoples 
Joy will come 
When the savage foe 
is finally put to rest 
And peace will rule the stars!

Opportunities

Enfeebled by suffering, my steps refused to abide my call
              Tears streamed down when opportunity gently walked into my life
         Should I or should I not accept the responsibility that breathed close by?
                  I laid aside my self pity, doused out the agony with pain killers 
                                       And put on my armour of fortitude
                                Smilingly I went forth with my two stalwarts 
                          As Alexander may have with his army against Poros
                  In a fierce battle of wits we won a magnificent love cup trophy 
                 Like a towering sterling chalice we held on to its proud handles 
                       The dopamine effect kept us beaming on the podium
                          As shutterbugs kept us showered in their limelight


                                                November 3, 2016
                                            For Nayda Ivette Negron

Cabin

Drifted deep in wintry dark 
she's in decline, as useless 
as a sailboat in a storm.
Once a haven for hikers, 
a shelter for stalwarts and strays
till the mountains gave summons,
now forlorn and disregarded, 
like a maiden aunt too old and to no purpose, 
though winsome in her former days
when she was quite the prize, 
the belle of every ball, envied by all.                                    
"If those walls could speak!" they say
as they quickly pass on by,
never giving her a second glance.

Drifted Deep

Drifted deep in wintry dark 
she's in decline, as useless 
as a sailboat in a storm.
Once a haven for hikers, 
a shelter for stalwarts and strays
'til the mountains gave summons;
now forlorn and disregarded, 
like a maiden aunt too old and to no purpose, 
though winsome in her former days
when she was quite the prize, 
the belle of every ball, envied by all. 
"If those walls could only speak!" they say,
as they quickly pass on by,
not giving her a second glance.

Beautiful Mountains

Beautiful lions without presumption or stare,
Rightfully existent in time, contribution and air, 
Ending fright and despondency from stalwarts, 
Asking nothing but your reaction, leaning and heart:
Thwarted by trends, images of culture and expectation,  
Hearing nothing but your heart beating, your darts, 
Thatching ears with arms wide open, for you apart, 
Angling for your worst, your most hurtful complication; 
Keen on your hesitation without offering you time, 
Innate with you, finding you perfect and with no mime,  
Notwithstanding the right to motion or mention a hint, 
Given the entitlement to suggest that there’s a tint.

Drifted Deep

Drifted deep in wintry dark 
she's in decline, as useless 
as a sailboat in a storm.
Once a haven for hikers, 
a shelter for stalwarts and strays
'til the mountains gave summons;
now forlorn and disregarded, 
like a maiden aunt too old and to no purpose, 
though winsome in her former days
when she was quite the prize, 
the belle of every ball, envied by all. 
"If those walls could only speak!" they say,
as they quickly pass on by,
not giving her a second glance.

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