The House of Bernadotte.
Oh my, what have you got?
It's been more than a year,
Swede reporter made clear,
adultery in the land of Moose,
high up the ladder may vamoose.
Yet after all, he's just a commoner,
until he married, King Gustav's daughter,
the heir apparent to Sweden's throne,
wedded tryst to the roamer of Stockholm
poor Crown Princess Victoria speaks true
Princess Estelle, Prince Oscar, & grandpapa too,
The alleged, Prince Daniel, publically denies it, soon all forgotten!
Regal, Crown Princess Victoria, "Reconcile, House of Bernadotte."
Never underestimate this opponent,
While he's busy rolling up his sleeves.
Though he looks like he isn't focused,
Soon you'll be falling to your knees.
I've watched him from a vague distance,
He visualizes every single, lethal blow.
In his mind's eye he quietly meditates,
Carefully strategizing how this fight'll go.
Like a pot about to boil over,
The rage deep inside him slowly grows.
He witnessed so much through horrific scenes,
A well kept secret no outsider knows.
He constantly replays this life's traumatic moments,
Holding back the painfully silent tears.
He'll never open up, to publically display,
Haunting memories inflicted over the years.
Although his mind and views are tainted,
Because of the situations beyond his control.
The Boxer's indestructible spirit is mighty,
Protecting his heart and shielding his soul.
Prodigious;
Remarkable or impressive in extent, size or degree.
Prodigious;
Archaically unnatural or great abnormally.
The difference between, only being slight of hand.
Biblical in proportion as before the great flood,
The living grieved must now take an archaic stand,
Banish this dead philanthropist anointed with blue blood.
Publically giving throughout his life;
He fooled the common-man and even the queen.
Cleverly masking the innocents' strife,
His death revealed gifted garishness unseen.
While knighthood is a living order that death takes away;
The Whitehall committee possesses the power empanelled.
Emboldened by the servile multitude willing to flay,
Jimmy Savile's many years of prestige must now be annulled.
Operation Yewtree Contest Sponsored by Catie Lindsey 03/09/2018
Missing you hurts
like an old infected wound
or burnt lips under the desert sun
Missing you kills
like a fish out of the sea
or a bird fallen off its safe nest from the top of a tall tree
Missing you stretches
like the winter dark and frozen nights
or a pregnancy that has gone terribly wrong
Missing you drains
Hope out of every and each second of life
It mocks me publically whenever I smile
Missing you goes deep
like an arrow thrown from a knight’s bow
it tears down the flesh till it reaches my bone
Missing you is hard
I am learning to live with the ghosts from the past
They chase me in darkness and stab me in the back when they’ve got a chance.
Missing you…
Rahy
March 14, 2016
Never Look On Trouble (Children's song)
(Music and lyrics by Joan Donnelly written 1982)
Verse 1:
If there's a song in your heart nothing can keep you apart
From love ,real love
If there's a tune in your ear, a lightness in your step- suddenly appears
Chorus:
Never look on trouble but always on the love that fills the air
It's everywhere, everywhere
Verse 2:
If you've a melody m all the world will see-you're wrapped in love, real love
If there's a rainbow in your eye, the clouds will -in confusion-roll on by
2nd Chorus:
Never look on trouble but catch a glimpse of love that fills the air
It's everywhere, everywhere.
Love is what's experienced when you sing a song
A song joyful and friendly,
Come on sing along
Never look on trouble but always on the love that fills the air
It's everywhere, It's everywhere, Everywhere.....(then whispered loudly) Love is everywhere!
I formed a pre-teen, all girl choir in the 80's. I called them Rainbow and they performed publically songs I'd composed. We had a lot of fun and I am still in touch with most of them
She heard her feet fall on the dirt.
The echo caused her heart to hurt;
and though she held her head up high,
she chose her fate for love to lie.
No shame could steal her pride away.
Stern puritans would have her pay.
Her sin she wore upon her chest.
The scarlet A defined her best.
This brave woman named Hester Prynne
forgave herself of her past sin.
Paraded ‘round town openly
with babe in arms for all to see.
Daughter named Pearl, a gift from God.
She felt forgiven, strong yet flawed.
The town became her own prison;
the woods, her walls, absorbed love’s sin.
Her choice to stay and not to run,
she made that day in light of sun.
She'd never give the elders power
beyond penance of bridled hour.
She wore her "A" dutifully,
then laid with love eternally.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
For Giorgio's Iambic Verse - Recite and Analyze A Fictional Event, 2/15/15
*written in iambic tetrameter, couplet rhyme scheme.
Event analyzed- When Hester Prynne is publically shamed and given her Scarlet Letter.
Passé is age.
You have sage.
Never believe that you were not the same in your younger days.
You know you are a savant of reflection.
Mystified are your people of your different directions.
Retro is your perspective.
Fashionably nostalgic is your drag.
Evocative becomes your swagger.
Reconsidering your arrogance, to ensure your expressive ways are not
embarrassing.
The exposition publically done is a meaning in discussion.
Retrospective are you as a renegade.
Faded dreams are obsolete memories.
Many steps you have taken to fulfill long-term goals.
The ladders of life are footstools.
When you peak, you should set another goal.
Retro is prospective also.
Your potential is implemented via open doors.
Forthcoming is a greater determination.
Real meaning to all your trials and trepidations is the manifestation of your
fundamental nature.
Appreciate the discipline of old-fashion ways.
The streets travelled are an achieved path that aspects life into schemes.
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Penned on June 03, 2014!
Cutting Cheese
There once was a bureaucrat
Whose body made sounds where he sat
It would be underhanded
Were he reprimanded
Without a complete list of stats
So his supervisor kept up a log
Of each time he let out a fog
It’s not really my fault
He said I can’t halt
I’ve a medical skewed apologue
But with 60 blasts all written down
In 17 days, the guy found
The charges would stick
He must do something quick
To end his rear end making sound
The Social Security Administration
Has certainly added to my consternation
They recorded each stink
Which just makes me think
They have set the low bar for this nation
So I beg you please
If you must cut the cheese
Don’t cut the cheese while at work
For the unions have rules
Gave your bosses the tools
To publically call out your quirk
Another true story I learned about on the web
Anguished cries in lieu of incoherant whisperings
Ambiguous foundations crack beneath our feet
Force eyes closed, hopes and dreams, glittering
Blood shed and battle cries, exhibit my defeat
Clawed hands quarry to grasp a new-found stranger
Twisted features unrecognisable upon a face
That so freely loved and laughed, void of dangers
Now a monster, a miscreation who feeds from disgrace
Distorting ecstacy into the soddenest seasons
Publically perform for all this mental masquerade
Vindicated, exculpated, for a million and one wrong reasons
Formulate liberation, then surrender, I'm afraid.
Where are you now, miss you, where did you go?
Pursuing lugubrious memories for familiarity
Chasing pipedreams from shadows, give them a blow
Repudiate your oppresive abuse, reclaim my sanity
23rd August 2011
One sin that annoys me most and takes me for a real ride,
Is when someone will not see their mistakes due to pride,
They will make you feel guilty and push every bit of blame,
Even when you showed love when they showed you shame.
Nothing makes one weep more and watering eyes like rain,
They never say I am sorry PUBLICALLY for causing you pain,
In this particular case I know I am right and this is very true,
But I will not stop writing poetry where I am because of you.
~~~~~~~
Under my trouser
I never wear underwear
but the Judge
penalised me forty lashes
publically in a public place.