Details |
Adelle Badke Poem
One Lone Tin Soldier
From a darkened deathly dungeon room to a lighter part of day
Thirstily and hungrily all seemed to reach their long endless crusade,
And thus meandered with his child-master and ventured away
Still so full of honor and bound behind he had firmly stayed.
For he was known as One Tin Soldier, hidden in my attic and found
One lonely lone survivor who and which had happened so, so long ago,
Perhaps he was a held prisoner, all enclosed and initially and bound,
Held with the unknown barrier, then freed at last-thus be as though.
Onto another page and dilemma, he was left in a cold darkened cell
Which was locked behind a well hidden, vaulted cement doors,
To never be able to talk or even hear stories to read and tell,
Forever he is now home, lost and forgotten from the wasted wars.
One lonely lone survivor who and which happened so, so long ago
Perhaps he was held prisoner, all enclosed and initially and bound,
Held within the unknown barrier, then freed at last thus it maybe as though
For he was known as The One Lone Tin Soldier, which happened so very long ago.
Written: Nov. 10, 2015
Copyright © Adelle Badke | Year Posted 2016
|
Details |
Adelle Badke Poem
With your arms wrapped around me, I can reach for the stars
The love you give me adds the strength for me to reach beyond
The glowing in your eyes, tempt me with your magical charms
These enticing moments makes me feel like your queen
Your love of laughter, ravishes my heart with great appeal
Your charismatic devil may care, causes my heart to tremble
Blessed are you with your magical blues alluring eyes
Till our final moment, may we lay in each others arms
For you are my one and only true lover so real
Our love is so true, as like a beauty of a glassy rainbow
I'll follow you down that long path, till we reach our beloved gold
For eternity to come, forever we will have each other to have and to hold.
Copyright © Adelle Badke | Year Posted 2016
|
Details |
Adelle Badke Poem
This poem was written for my friend Sonya Mako Wong
Kung Fu Chop Suey
On my twenty-fifth birthday off to China's best travelled I went
So very unfruitful and unaware I enormously lost all my money thus spent,
Then I entered a Chinese restaurant and telephoned Tonya Chang's,
Alas, I'd aimed to relinquish my yearnings of humble hunger pangs.
In a strategic moment, I ordered chop suey and a plate full of spring rolls,
Also, a full bottle of plonk to keep out the shivering unwanted cold
I ate so fast and drank like a half drowned starved tinkler,
Putting my hands in my pockets, found nothing but frozen fingers.
Found out I did not have enough money to pay for the food bill
Right there and then decided to leave when it was quiet and so still,
But then once outside, all to my eyes was shocked with utter surprise,
Were all the waiters standing there with venom in their piercing eyes!
They all did many kungFu chops unto my veiled eyes, then stamped on my head
their obvious contempt was to leave me so bruised and so very dead,
They attacked me like a lunging tiger in heat, then I was so still and prone,
For my blood had rippled and muscles were strung out and splintered right to the bone.
They surely unravelled me, inadequately back then that was so very sure,
A quite eventful birthday present to remember full of much violence and gore
I lay in a hospital for an extended six or seven long months or weeks,
All this had happened for a simple plate of chop suey and fresh leaks.
You do plenty of silly things when your young-ha ha! And that was all a blur!!
Copyright © Adelle Badke | Year Posted 2016
|