Only the very young & very beautiful can be so aloof
Hanging out with the boys all swagger & poise
Our new dashing wannabe tyro is ample proof
(coined by Tom with aplomb.. purloined by me)
Mused Caribbean calypso cool fused with well private school
Cherished plush rhapsodies segue with relished lush melodies
Lips licks fancy flicks & tricks picnics phoenix from the Ashes
Remedies for believers lulled by lullabies from lyrical levers
Poetic shapes lacy lines never frenetic balletic aesthetic
The boundary rope dope trope Jacob is our new hope
The computer says “YES” suitor for the future prophetic
Or down with the kids well Bethell’s the real deal rookie
Badgers hearts swell feels like proper Test cricket nookie
Tell his chilled southpaw drawer got more than Cookie
While other than Joe everyone else was playing hooky
Golden curls & olden twirls.. BET HELL for the bookie
Bubbling babbling burbling banter brimming at the bar
First sup.. hush…memory lane trip rush..nicely tickled
Plush lace ebbed…lush beer swirls race webbed
Whirls..down dimpled dappled jar....nicely pickled
Pagans perch….sip druid fluid drip…Iris’s secular church
Trumpet tradition.. beacons blush in embers of the past
Cluttered classy cast of polished pewter..ballsy brass
Whimsy wafting across tobacco tinted tainted times
Parched patrons quaffing while cavorting with crannies
Carousing with nooks sporting timber flannelled panels
As sons then become dad..on the same pews with their lad
Lawyer betwixt a tyro…local employer..bumpkin on the giro
Museums of marvels.. hoodwink misplaced metaphors
Laced with a house pour of moreish memories of before
Gracious Landladies…loquacious landlords near and far..
Who let us roam in our home from home we raise our jar
To every special space.. familiar face in that third place..ta
Foppish fringe flutters..pianist tendrils tinkling..
Flitter finessing leathery fruits..
Caressing..stitched dreams tickled & tailored..
Swing..swerve in clandestine cahoots…
Curve…voluptuous velvety verve..
Wobble seam serendipity tempts..teases..
Sliding across creases..angle architect gliding..
Heaven sent tyro riding blazing trails..
Hellbent brio…Waggers & Trent..Timmy trio..
Touted trinity…selector trifecta..febrile fan affinity..
Tim’s timber hoicks topple Toblerones..
Schadenfreude stats sips.. Oiks suggest Timmy..
Ersatz Test imitator of Jimmy…
Naysayers…tut tutters spew from trolling gutters…
As Yoda may say…"Devil may care..unfair..flair in the air..this bowling pair share..'
Muffled murmurs of the goat..Hadlee float…gracing grassy notes..
Timmy..go on gimme one final shimmy…
Dare to dream…it will end.. as it did begin..
With that boyish grin..just beam..old friend
Still a novice,
pushed into world of avarice.
Hearts gilded with greed,
beautifully masked faces, so sweet indeed!
Faces elated under twinkling night,
welcoming your journey,
in the corner, plotting,
cruel indeed!
Smiling lips, Scintillating eyes,
feeding on your sorrows to survive.
Still a tyro,
struggling to thrive.
Anima ingrained with misdeed,
charmingly masked malice, sugary indeed!
Faces basking under scorching sun,
congratulating on your success,
in the neck of the woods, conspiring,
callous indeed!
Dancing body, singing voice,
waiting for your sorrow to arrive!
sristi
a vagabond
diamante
novice
nescient, nervous
assuming, awaiting, assisting
tyro, tenderfoot / virtuoso, veteran
anticipating, advising, administering
erudite, exceptional
expert
A MIND SEEKING REVENGE
IS LIKE A PRISONER WITH NO JUSTICE
IT WON’T TAKE ANY RESPONSIBILITY FOR ITS ACTIONS
FOR IT WILL PLOT AN ILLEGAL PLAN OF DESTRUCTIVE EVIL
IT WILL FORSAKE AND TERRORIZE ANY SIGHN OF A CONSCIENCE
IT WILL FORBID ANY FORCE OF INSANITY
AND WILL BARRICADE ITS TEARS
ITS DARKNESS IS INEVITABLE
IT WIL BECOME ABORTIVE
IT WILL FLAUNT ITS FALSE EMOTIONS
BUT IT WILL EXTIRPATE ITS PLAN
AND IT WOULD LEAD TO A GRIDLOCK
THE MIND WOULD THEN HAVE HYPOCHONDRIA
IT CHOSE ITS KISMET
BUT IT STILL HAS A PLAN TO LYNCH SOMEONE
BUT IT WILL THEN MARTYR
THE MIND SEEKING REVENGE IS NOW NOXIOUS
AND OVERPOWERING
IT’S SLAPDASH
BUT A TYRO IN ITS NEXT SCHEME
IT WILL JAB THROUGH ITS CARELESS THOUGHTS
BUT IN THE END IT WILL HAVE A FEELING,
A FEELING OF PIQUE
AND IT WILL RUMINATE OF ITS DEEDS
His beginning was his end, being swallowed by Cronus
Fortuitously his fortune averted when through Zeus he was saved
With his trusted trident his magnificence reigned
Amphritite at his side, after Delphinius convinced the nymph majesty
God of the ocean, second to none, his wrath was his ultimate fury
Recall the flood to Attic Plain, hark the drownings and shipwrecks!
His magnificence unrivalled, albeit to Athena’s olive tree
His rumoured son, none other than the legendary ruler Theseus
He had his way with Medusa, Caeneus and the mortal Tyro
Subtle yet truly defined, his earthquakes lie testament
Fear the wrath of Neptune, the God of the ocean
i wonder
at the life lying in dust
wonder at his frailty,
his wrinkled skin,
his myopic grave eyes
and the forehead smeared in red.
i wonder
at the sickle
clasped in his hand
down with rust
overshadowing the sallow field
with a divine golden tinge.
Zephyr adoring the field
kisses his body
- unkempt,
emaciated,
resting unperturbed
beyond a ratiocination or rhyme.
But i hear the ricocheting
of matured seeds within
transmogrified
in the paralyzed time.
And here he lies,
as hard as stone!
You stony eyes…
don’t stare at me
Look at the sun
hiding behind the horizon
saying-
I have to rise again;
Look into the sky
into the nullity it mothers;
Chirping little birds retreating,
on putative nestor’s call.
With sunrise,
an aroma greets me,
My heart beats fast….
…. me…. a tyro…!!
I looked at the new sky
in the incipient expanse
trying to fathom its reach
And again I wonder,
I need to waddle through
to the sallow field
which was uncommonly golden
only yesterday!!
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