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Night had been short, I still was highly tired
for my bones had been badly maltreated
during exhausting marches. I admired
comrade John who recently had cheated
the Reaper in the north at Stamford Bridge.
I left the troops and headed for a beech
where I relieved myself. The coming fight
transformed it into a cesspool, this ridge.
King Harold on his horse then gave a speech,
out of earshot for the fyrd, out of sight.

When the enemy advanced I started
to shake like a leaf and had to vomit.
In the front the first soldiers departed
this world. "Count details and do not omit
your prayer", John advised. "Mother Mary,
please protect me and my comrade John!" In
a body then I counted three arrows.
Our brave Saxon shield wall withstood ... perry
for all! An early promise we would win
the day? Chirping, I counted eight sparrows.

After long turmoil of battle a rest,
I counted wounded and I counted dead.
Among the killed were many of the best
and fully-fledged soldiers. I ate some bread,
then Norman buglers sounded the next charge.
Will men ever stop slaying each other?
King Harold was killed, either by four knights
or by an arrow in his eye. Our sarge,
mortally wounded, cried for his mother,
while John and me betook ourselves to flights.

May 22, 2022
Form O- Ode- New poems Poetry Contest
sponsored by Constance La France
theme: memory
three 10 line stanzas, 10 syllables per line
rhyming pattern: ababcdecde fgfghijhij klklmnomno

I am aware that I only considered the formal requirements, strictly speaking this is not an ode. Please let me know if I should better take part in a different contest - thank you!

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Whether Resistant Part Two

never do listen to sweet sirenes´ call
promises made by them lead to your fall
they try to lull you into a false peace
claiming that all of your problems would cease


go read their faces they just need to feed
upon surrender they want you to bleed
watch out for soft words including a lure
to sweet temptation don't yield do endure


though heavy burdens are weighting your back
keep perseveringly to the right track
though it´s a strong and inveterate foe
bravely let's fight him, my dear, have a go


in suicidal mood do just hold out
stay unperturbed and don't worry about
you will withstand black thoughts never give way
you are a strong girl alive you will stay


looking for shelter in shivering fears
and consolation in vanishing tears
nevertheless you will crawl on all fours
straight through the thicket success will be yours


though it´s a hard fight you have got to drive
out of the mess with the will to survive
though it´s a strong and inveterate foe
bravely let's fight him, my dear, have a go


whether you're chained to oars or say it´s done
leading numerous lives or have just one
be hyperactive or more contemplating
running for your dear life or calmly waiting


whether you are with friends or go alone
look for a diamond and just find a stone
I have just one wish please come back to me
safe and sound do return from odyssey





(I´m not a native speaker, probably there are mistakes in grammar and vocabulary. So I cordially invite other members to send me suggestions for improvement as long as rhyme and rhythm are kept. Thank you very much!)

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The Woman of My Dreams

The woman of my dreams is still undressed
in early morning woken up by light.
We make ourselves at home in this love nest,
convinced that everything will be all right.


The daybreak after fervent wedding night,
we´ll never quit this loving house arrest.
She´s stunning, lucky me, for gods a sight,
the woman of my dreams is still undressed.


With rapt attention watching how her chest
is heaving with each breath. She is of slight
and slender build, adorable at rest,
in early morning woken up by light.


Her perfect breasts are shimmering pure white,
I cuddle up to her without protest.
We cover tracks of nightly pillow fight
and make ourselves at home in this love nest.


The table full with greeting cards, the best
I´m paging through again. For me they cite
as evidence - no dream! - we slept abreast,
convinced that everything will be all right.


I spot on my left shoulder a love bite.
All wishes are fulfilled and each request,
the first time future, I believe, looks bright.
Can´t get my eyes off her like one possessed,
the woman of my dreams.





A RONDEAU REDOUBLE POEM Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: L. MILTON HANKINS
July 2, 2022

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Whether Resistant Part One

for R, my dear friend fighting against BPD



whether you're happy or feel very sad
think you are likeable or mostly bad
find yourself unsightly or rather pretty
wallow in pleasure or cheerless self-pity


whether use make up to smooth lurking doubt
all of us say you look gorgeous without
exquisite jewellery twinkle on you 
or stroll in rags second hand and no shoe


though it´s a hard fight not easy to face
watching recovery come in snail's pace
though it´s a strong and inveterate foe
bravely let's fight him, my dear, have a go


whether soul's frozen or thoroughly warm
whether restored peace or calm before storm
whether mind's weightless or absorbed in thought
anything practical you once were taught?


whether determined or changing your mind
right answers within reach trying to find
misunderstandings wherever you go
feel paralyzed your true colours to show


though it´s frustrating be misunderstood
signs of true friendship they will do you good
though it´s a strong and inveterate foe
bravely let's fight him, my dear, have a go


walk under blue sky or through fog and mist
offered securities do they exist?
whether´s a bright path or one dark and grey
finding relief might be still a long way


fight for survival when demons arise
notice they might appear in changed disguise
do they come slowly or at spanking pace
sit out the challenge there is a safe place 


though it´s a hard fight not easy to stand
don't think of busting your head in the sand
though it´s a strong and inveterate foe
bravely let's fight him, my dear, have a go

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Our Precious Chance of Happiness

you're proud of your book learning and often boast about
but stand helpless and perplexed when friends shed tears or shout
your diction is so witty, your wording eloquent
but when you talked about affection no one knew what you meant


you would never fly a kite or dance in summer rain
for you an idle hour is just waste and all in vain
you've never read a fairy story about a cordial elf
you'll never be capable of laughing at yourself


come to your senses as long as for you I yearn 
watch out, my friend, don't you notice how you spurn
our precious chance of happiness


you seem always broody and never lose your poise
a children's playground in your view just means annoying noise
you're always self - possessed, remarkably controlled
hence in your younger days you already looked somewhat old


you think adults must always stand with both feet on the ground
you hate broad laughter and you would never fool around
tender feelings, sentiments you determinedly reject
you rely upon sagacity and keen intellect


your aloofness gives cause for serious concern
watch out, my friend, don't you notice how you spurn
our precious chance of happiness


to all appearances you are always on the ball
behind your back you got the nickname "Mr. Know-it-all"
programming languages to you strongly do appeal
but with overwhelming emotions you never learned to deal


extraordinary is your knowledge of the overseas trade
you are able to edit cases which are high in the grade
in the minimum of time you completed your degree
but don't come up with the idea of sending flowers to me


if you mess things up now I will never return
watch out, my friend, don't you notice how you spurn
our precious chance of happiness


you say these sunshiny days are just too good to last
you never let go, no, you are addicted to your past
you keep your distance and insist on the view from above
you look for safe and stable shelter from your passion and my love






I´m not a native speaker, so I cordially invite other members to send me suggestions for improvement. Thank you very much!

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