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Belle Bellevue Poem
Sir Richard Branson - Rocket Man
There was a boy who had not fared well at school
Years gone by and no one could call him a fool
Now a business tycoon and philanthropist
Virgin records, first venture on his checklist.
The owner of the Virgin Group he became
An entrepreneur with stand out claim to fame
Though it was not always a smooth sailing ride
He took the failures and mishaps in his stride.
Sir Richard Branson, born in nineteen fifty
Dyslexia made school a difficulty
That didn’t stop him chasing his ambition
He was determined to follow his vision.
A star in the making he just would not quit
Nothing and no one would stand in way of this
Each successful venture led to another
Outer space was the quest above all other.
Exploring space travel Sir Richard wished to do
Virgin Galactic has made the dream come true
This year SpaceShipTwo made its first test flight
The six on board had the journey of their life.
Sir Richard’s virtue is a lesson to all
His charitable kindness defines his call
We have to admire this boundless superman
May he continue for as long as he can.
It goes to show however humble life starts
Determination can fly one to the stars.
12th October 2021
Copyright © Beryl Edmonds | Year Posted 2021
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Belle Bellevue Poem
How long will I love you, often you ask
Forever and a day, my love will last
Till there’s no blossom or leaves upon trees
Or pretty daffodils dancing o’er breeze.
Till clouds cease to form patterns in the sky
All seas and rivers begin running dry
Till all poets have no poetic prose
Or night has no beginning, day no close.
Till no man or creature walks upon earth
Gold or silver has no value or worth
Till there are no birds flying on the wing
Or voices aren’t heard and no one can sing.
Till the day we take our Heavenly place
Living for eternity in God’s grace
With time to dance among stars up above
Darling I send this in glimmers of love.
Copyright © Beryl Edmonds | Year Posted 2023
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Belle Bellevue Poem
Wondering how fairies obtain dresses?
It's because they have fairy seamstresses
Sewing with pine needles and spidery
Gathered from spiders fine web filigree.
Pretty petals for fabric, leaves for shoes
Smelling of sweet fragrant floral perfume
Flowers to adorn their flowing tresses
Crystal star droplets sown into dresses.
Gossamer to turn into fairy wings
So fairies may fly in sky revelling
Sprinkles of fairy dust, a wand for luck
When all dressed up, so pretty fairies look.
When you find fairies in a fairy glade
Recall how their lustrous outfits are made.
Copyright © Beryl Edmonds | Year Posted 2023
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Belle Bellevue Poem
Mother of Nature
"The sounds of Earth is the music of my soul."Quote written by: Constance La France
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Who is the mystic mother of nature
The one who paints the earth in such grandeur
Working away hardly taking a break
Changing the seasons with finessing grace.
Spring sings pleasantly o'er whispering breeze
Humming through newly sprung leaves upon trees
Blossom on boughs which for long had stood bare
Their delicate fragrance lingers on air.
Earth is gleeful when summer has begun
Flora and fauna bloom beneath the sun
And what delight to be beside the sea
As waves ebb and flow melodiously.
Autumn's the time to gather harvest fruits
A picturesque view for lovers pursuits
Flamboyant leaves are preparing their dance
The swaying, swirling ballet of romance.
Gracefully serene is the winter scene
Frosty mornings, crystal snowflakes that sheen
Choirs out carol singing below the moon
Excited are children, it's Christmas soon.
Mother of nature toils undefeated
Till every single task is completed
Loving all seasons she gives of her best
It's a must to show her bequest respect.
5th August 2022
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Let Your Muse Be Inspired - R Form Poetry
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Poem inspired by quote no. 4
Form: Romanticism
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Belle Bellevue Poem
When robins appear an angel is near.
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A memorial dedicated to my mother who suffered from dementia for many years.
November 1920 - July 2008
Mother and Dementia
When dementia creeps in, through the back door
Loving is needed, like never before...
An expressionless face, an empty heart
A once dazzling life that had lost it's spark
I saw your sad tears and felt every fear
Of foggy days that for you never cleared.
All disappeared, those happy golden years
Memories you held, so precious, so dear
The loveliest of smiles, gone without trace
Who was that stranger who dwelt in your place.
Tenderness was missing, none existing
Care and affection you were resisting
It sure broke my heart, to see you like that
When we'd shared love and friendship in the past.
My one and only forever mother
There couldn't have been a better another
I still pray in hope, again and again
You didn't suffer any physical pain.
As you loved and cared, like a mother should
I cared for you, as I promised I would
I hope that these words to heaven get through
"Dearest Mother, I will always love you."
25th July 2021
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Belle Bellevue Poem
Come sit awhile with me
Love is a serenade of the soul
a harmony that never grows old.Quote ~ poets own
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Won't you come and sit awhile with me
here beneath the weeping willow tree
Take a rest and let your mind be free
of pain, distress and anxiety.
The willow weeps to see true love part
and is a shelter for broken hearts
A safe haven of serenity
to restore shattered tranquility.
Come listen and hear the sweet birdsong
release the hurt you've felt for so long
Tears will help heal the sorrow and pain
allowing your heart to sing again.
One day it won't ever sting at all
only the tenderness you'll recall
For nothing is lovelier, it's true
than a love that meant so much to you.
Treasure the first whispered "I Love You"
Keep it near and dear, forever do
The melody of love's sweet refrain
worn like a beautiful golden chain.
If only shared kisses could be kept
they would overfill a treasure chest
Every one a precious diamond gem
part of the love that they represent.
Memories are truly heaven blessed
moments far too precious to forget
Warming one's heart in so many ways
in beautiful dreams of yesterdays.
19th January 2021
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Completely Your Choice (46) any theme any form Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
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Belle Bellevue Poem
O for the Wings, Eyes and Ears of an Owl
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Assuming we could do eye-popping things
As does an owl flying the night on wings
When no one knows of antics in moonlight
O for the mystique of a silent flight.
Imagine having circular vision
It'd be alike watching television
If we should be as farsighted as owls
We would never miss anything ourselves.
Should we have eyes in the back of our head
We would still miss out on lots, our dreams unfed
Unlike owls who with rotating heads seek
Prey fit for a sumptuous midnight feast.
If we had owls spectacular eye sight
And stupendous hearing for sounds of night
Imagine when we were walking around
The hot gossip and secrets to be found.
What a hooting tooting it’d surely be
To be a wise owl sitting in a tree
Hearing and seeing all right through the night
What wonderful poetry one could write.
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8th October 2022
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Belle Bellevue Poem
Thorn of the Rose
Beware thy fragile gentle sweet rose
When a dragon holds you to his nose
With those nostrils that ignite and flare
Or thou will no longer bloom so fair.
Burned to nothing but a brittle crisp
Dragon will then place you to his lips
He’ll gobble you up in one swallow
For you there will be no tomorrow.
Weep not my elegant fragrant rose
Some advice for monsters to oppose
There's a way to chase danger away
So you'll live to bloom another day.
Though with grace and beauty you were made
Show your thorns and do not be afraid
The terrorist must then set you free
As the wounds would sting him profusely.
Once again your tender heart will sing
Songs of love and magnificent things
I have a message for would be foes
Dragons beware the thorn of the rose.
23rd February 2021
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Belle Bellevue Poem
What will be will be
No pitter-patter of tiny, wee feet
No building castles on a sandy beach
No tiny hands for to lead and to hold
No dressing up as maidens or knights bold.
No kisses upon sweet soft downy heads
No tucking up into warm cosy beds
No nursery rhymes or stories to read
No little one's hungry tummy to feed.
No wounded soldiers with bruised or grazed knees
No teaching how to say thank you or please
No guiding girl to woman, boy to man
No joys of grandchildren joining the clan.
No one to be addressing me as mom
No precious, much longed for daughter or son.
11th March 2021
Biting Satire Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeth
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Belle Bellevue Poem
Calm
Following an ice cold calm night
Winter sun bathes a splendid sight
Icicles pirouette to ground
Nature's ballet dance does astound
Winter wraps herself round the scene
A frosty regal beauty Queen
Clothed in a fetching wintry gown
Lustrous as diamonds in a crown.
Robins bop along, feathers fanned
Upon Earth's dazzling wonderland
Squirrels gaze in awe of their play
And amuse with their own display
Spider webs, they simply look grand
Silvery art in every strand
Each web so delicately spun
Enhanced by rays of wintry sun.
Weeping willows elevate cheer
Featuring crystal chandelier
Serene majestic wizardry
A finer sight there'll rarely be
Observers feeling truly calmed
By the magic of wintry charms
Savour these sights ere the Earth's thaw
Before Spring has the world in awe.
11th January 2022
C Form - Couplet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Copyright © Beryl Edmonds | Year Posted 2022
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