Swain…
I wanted you to stay with me forever.
Swain…
I wanted you not to go there
where I left my heart ache.
Till the end of life, I want you to be mine
Put up with me till the dark…
Swain…
I have a glass of wine
And the feeling of divine
Just for you…oh baby…Just for you.
Twinkling stars embellished us,
Full moon night cherished us
With the brightness of love.
Swain…
You are my peace,
You have the tiny space
Inside my heart.
You are the reason
for the celebration.
Teardrops in eyes of mine
are dancing with joy,
My heart is skipping beats
just after your arrival! Oh my, Swain….
Swain...
Oh, my gorgeous you are
the delight of my life,
You are the bit of rosewater in the drought...
You are the cure for my all pain,
And the angel for one who's dying
with the broken heart and the broken wings...
Oh, my swain...
There once was a poet named Swain
Who had absolutely nothing to gain
He wrote doggerel all day
With nothing much to say
The old fellow was a genuine pain.
SECOND PLACE WINNER
Written December 24, 2020
For Sencleri-Limoku Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
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Lucy Swain
1861 - 1896
Lies! Lies! All damnable lies!
I know the injustice of malicious gossip.
I know the outrage of a loose evil tongue.
In life, I was Lucy Swain, the maligned!
I was Lucy Swain, the indignant!
In truth, I was Lucy Swain, the law-abiding, god-fearing victim
Who resided over on Milton Avenue
With her bent-over heart-broken mother.
In fact, I was Lucy Swain, the innocent weeping victim
Of a thousand cruel hypocritical stares.
And so, let me shout it out
As loudly as my silent soul can,
From my deep grave here in Clark Cemetery:
I never set foot, not once, on Rideout Ranch!
I never set eyes on the winking blue orbs
Of the devastatingly handsome George Towne,
That philandering cad with the fine derby hat.
I never tasted the warm pulsating kisses from his sweet-tasting, pursed lips.
And I never felt the caressing electric touch
Of his firm groping fingers upon my bosom,
There, under the old cedar tree on Rideout Ranch!
Lies! All lies!
And as God is my witness
I never spent even one gloriously romantic moment
In the embrace of the incredibly strong arms
Of the sexy man married to Fannie Towne!
Amen!
With the heaven as my witness, I’m filled with grace and blessed.
I lie on clouds that soar; I hold in my heart what I dream for.
Crowned with the great honors he have given me
Caped with the love meant for eternity
Robed with the gown of sweet roses
In my heart I feel the pain that vanishes.
When the storm comes, he shelters me from the pouring rains,
When I chill and coldness remains,
His arms give me the warmth of his love.
That offers sanctuary to a soul that had sobbed.
He wipes the tears of fright from my soul’s window
He uproots the thorns of vengeance that the enemies sow
He opens my blinded eyes to see the flowers blooming at night
To bridge the drifting sea, he helps me make the crook right
He fills my heart for the love my being craves,
He lights the life that fades
He throws away that oppressive cage—
Cage that imprisons a being because of rage
He’s all my life, he’s my swain
My being to whom I offer no pain
No one can measure my heart’s passion
For the love I have seeks no limitations
This is for you, my precious swain
Sorry for the occasional bad grains
Despite all the different crimps
Glad we're still strong on our limbs
Remember that big major mistake?
Deep down in my roots they still shake
Now we live in the presence of the dark
A difficult route we must embark
Hold on strong, I will you please
Soon with time they'll be appease
The lies and sins that I had made
Wishing only that fear will fade
I always knew love is all around
with you, I feel my strength abounds
The eyes you gave is so defined
It unbinded my once blinded mind.
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