The Girl From a Small Fishing Village
I saw her speaking but only heard music.
And wondered of the sanity of love, whatever it is that love might be.
I heard Mozart’s violin concerto number three.
I heard her speaking it to me.
The Adagio, like the rhythmic tides in a ternary form at eventide on the rocky shores of the Hudson.
Such is the splendid D major as the crickets play one octave higher with the wind playing an A major.
I hum in A sharp and the fog horn in the distance a forlorn B minor.
The wine works quickly, tempers the mood.
Too drunk to write so we sing. Too tired to dream so we think. To weary to wish so we wander.
Lest the moon forgets to show us the way, we will set up camp beneath a bench staring up at the wild Verona sky like so many years ago.
Her jet black hair has purple hues in the moonlight.
Her red lips yearning in the chill of an autumn morning. Many years ago.
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Categories:
ternary, devotion, dream, for her,
Form: Free verse
Solution of Miscarriage
For two months a beautiful young lady had a problem with her period
Her mother bought a kit of pregnancy from the market
And after testing , mother found her girl pregnant
She shouted, cried and cursed
And asked her daughter who was that pig that done to her like this
Daughter took the mobile and made a call
Few minutes later a man came and entered into their home
And told her parents that he is very sorry for that problem
But he had a solution though he could not marry her for personal reason
And start proposing that if the child is a daughter
Then he would bequeath her
Two retail stores, a city house and a beach villa
With an account of 10 million pound in a multinational bank
If the baby is born a son then his legacy would be
With two ternary factories
And 20 million pound worth of equities of car Maruti and Ferrari
If twins are born then one factory
And with 10 million pound bank account each
But if she miscarries how could I help her? He asked
Promptly her father who had remained silent till now,
Placed a hand firmly on his shoulder and told him that he could try again.
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Categories:
ternary, fun,
Form: Free verse
Small Cog In a Huge Machine
1914-18 War.
Just another small cog
In a huge machine
Working together
Aimed at some foreign foe
To give a bloody mortal blow
And end a wave of ternary
Spreading across Europe
Over seas
Like a pandemic deadly disease
Bringing terror and horror
Death and honour
To countless people
On all sides
All swearing they have God on their sides
Driven by warmongers and warning governments
Propaganda power and greed
Thought by the ordinary Man and Woman
On the street
Death honour glory and defeat.
The war to end all wars
Or so they said
But war still goes on
Leaving countless dead.
Wars few understand
The scourge of Imperfect Man
wafted by Satan's hand.
Let is never forget
But let us learn
Man just can't get on
And get's his fingers burned.
The Huge machine
Travels on.............
Peter Dome.copyright.2014. April.
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Categories:
ternary, history, horror, irony, memorial
Form: Free verse
I Am a Spartan
I am a spartan,
feel my wrath,
when I fight it's victorious,
no matter what the odds,
I'll bow to no man,
men will bow before me,
if we ever meet on the battle field,
I will set your spirit free.
I will fight to the end,
for that's the spartan way,
I will never give in to ternary,
I will never change my ways.
I'll toast to your bones,
should you chose to come,
I only wish for the same glory,
if i'm ever the one.
I live by a code,
a warrior to the end,
only in death can I truly be glorified,
as a mighty spartan.
(After watching 300 for the first time)
M.Mahauariki © 2008
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Categories:
ternary, imagination,
Form: Rhyme