If deeply calls a bard for epic muse,
like newborn lambs that crave their mother's milk;
if feet that lightly trip along with shoes
of Mercury whose message speeds, like silk,
with lightning's sudden flash and peals of thunder;
if fate told jokes, regaled with humor's laugh,
then life, Greek tragedy, with comic blunder,
mocks man's pride, hubris, ego, using his gaffes
(with bathos). But high drama's theatric peak's
for bards and Elizabethan playwrights
who, like seers, see with vision, craft unique,
wond'rous, and grandiose plots of lofty heights!
But to give up this dream that seems sublime,
I'd wish for, still, love, children, peace, and time.
Have a Guiness and let’s toast St. Patrick
Whether laddie, lass or old codger geriatric
A bold gent with such clout
All Eire’s snakes he shooed out
Never has there been a saint so theatric!
Robert
I am an old codger geriatric
But I will raise a toast to ST. Patrick
For shooing those snakes
Away for our sakes
He definitely was Saint Fantastic
Beryl
Two emeralds; copper eyes, fixated on the Atlantic
The Hudson; jades woke by fairies to her feet, so frantic
My view; is vantage, a little island on pillars, so historic
Gotham the east connection; of an oasis oh so prolaphoric
The horse shoe; welcomes performances theatric
Paths of endless connections; made by cobblestone brick
A Metropolis candle; burning at both ends of the wick
Melting pots of humanity; formed, a narrow wax stick
A night was bloom
with a half-full moon
The wind whisper
And sang in my ear
But suddenly disappear.
It wasn't a fever
Nor a theatric
It wasn't a heartache either
Wait, was it a nightmare?
But was a cry and why bother?
I found myself
Drown in sweat and tears
Shouting and flaunting,
Screaming but nobody's hearing.
But somebody come
Held my hand
And whisper in my ear
"Baby it's okay I'm here"
And there I feel away from *****
Boudoirs blushing bloodline
Adaptions; fabulous' fifth
Element read temptations..
Theatric lines unto myself
Feline femme fatale's
That I could touch taste feel
Film noirs vivacious staged
Lighting within facades
Myoptic glow; across lifes
Scripted pages felicities
Voluptuous featured
Production show...
Madame Margaret Mitchell
Introducing viscerals vortexic
Vivien Leigh; vertigo Scarlett's
Dreams; upon fascination street.
A familiar nod and ‘how yer goin’ mate?”
Enquiry put as a matter of course.
Followed by a firm and strong handshake,
Heart felt silent message to reinforce.
Knowing often the less said the better,
That there’s no need for all the ins and outs.
A mate’s determined interrogation,
His quiet concern will leave him few doubts.
He knew there’d be no lengthy monologue,
Or galling tale told in chapter and verse.
Nor a probing blow by blow description,
With theatric turgid words low and terse.
Relieved, “Yeah I’m not goin’ too bad thanks mate”,
Was all he mustered in thankful reply.
Then laconically turning their heads,
Lest they see a tear in each other’s eye.
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Boudoirs blushing bloodline adaptions....
Fabulous' fifth element read temptations theatric lines unto me
Feline femme fatale that I could taste, touch and see!?
Film noirs vivacious staged lighting within facades myoptic glow
Across lifes scripted pages felicities voluptuous featured production show
Madame Margaret Mitchell introducing viscerals vortexic Vivien Leigh
Vertigo Scarlett upon, fascination street....
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....Gone With the Wind?!
The tiniest tap
Within this vicious circle
Quickly amplifies
And so it begins
Spinning out of proportion
Stopping at nothing
Playing with passion
Lawless, careless, beautiful
Teasing misery
While our lives are swift
The top may move at light's speed
Faster and faster
The force of hatred
Cannot strip it of its glee
Centrifugal joy!
Gravity is weak
Easily disregarded
So much space to dream!
The mighty Neptune
It fervorously dances,
Tangos in the light
The theatric top
Likened to the universe
Spinning endlessly...
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