Mizzy4 Poetry (100)

C hristian is one of the soundest members
A nd most imaginative poets on The Corner,
N ot one other person ever
D iscovered that the Earth is square,
Y et he never boasts, just selfless and
K ind to all. His name somehow
I mplies that he enjoys sharing sweets, so
D on't ever cease penning your vast poetic treats !

All you who are in the whole of your health,
Would you ever swap with me in remission ? No ?
You probably think it would shorten your life,
But neither would I swap with you,
For I know that remission has lengthened mine,
I briefly stared into the merciless eyes of the reaper,
Perhaps therein lies the difference.

Do you ever hear yourself breath ,
And savour every single breath ? I do !
I suspect you love Spring flowers....
But I know that I must adore them slightly more.
I wouldn't pluck one for I would see it as a death,
But I would smell them on bended knee,
and not complain about my damp stained pants........
I would only remember the scent !
I used hate the interruption of my alarm in the morn'
Now it is the sweetest sound.....
like a song-bird in full voice on a leafy branch,
pleading for a handful of crumbs.

It's almost eight years now since
my last passionate kiss.......shocked ??
Or you might ask........Why ??
It's because I remained true.....that's why !
We're divorcd a year now and that picture
of us on the wall ........is now just a nail........
Yes I am gulping as I write.......
I'm not too proud to cry,
It's sad, it's raw, it's true... it's gone !.....but hear this.........
"I have risen from those cold cinders",
My next kiss (should there be one) will be special.....
...because the way I feel right now...
I would nearly kiss a stone wall .

You can bid me respect if you wish.......
but please don't show me sympathy or pity,
I abhor those two words !......for these lines are not penned in complaint...
but in Appreciation of life......another chance....
I stride positively forward now..somewhat sorrowful...
but extremely determined !
Thank Heavens for remission !

My thoughts have wandered forward now,
To a time we don't yet know,
A hundred years or more ahead,
To a place we all must go,
I'm wondering will we be remembered then,
By some distant relative there,
What image of us will appear in their minds,
When their lips form our name in a prayer ?
If per chance they visit our grave,
I hope the script is legibly clear,
And maybe they might call back again,
On our parting date each year,
It's hard to imagine when there's blood in our veins,
And our skin not faded to bone,
When our names are still living beings,
Not yet carved on a marble stone,
We can but hope that someone will come,
And maybe even bring some flowers,
To pay respects to their unknown relations,
As we nowadays do for ours,
As for me....neither praise or scorn me,
Just because I'm a long time dead,
My only request is for a simple prayer,
Then walk away quietly instead.

No famous last words, do I need to speak,
I've spoken them already in life,
No more tearful attention, I wish to seek,
For I dread all this idle strife.
My fatherly advice will always carry on,
Long after I stench the cold clay,
Visible in the lives of my daughter and son,
In their hearts forever, to stay.
I wish you all well, I had my chance,
For regrets now, it's much too late,
My entire life reduced to a backward glance,
Like a warrior, I accept my fate.
I bid you all adieu, my poetic friends,
My pen now to mourn on a shelf,
The time is nigh for life's rhyme to end,
Hit the switch ! ..or I'll do it myself !

Sweet Josephine I read of your dream,
Toward you I sail the swollen sea,
All below me the tempestuous deep,
But ne'er as deep as my Love for thee.

My sails are full, the wind blows strong,
All around me enemy ships,
No musket ball nor cannon gun,
Could ne'er delay me from your crimson lips.

Overhead a storm of rolling cloud,
Threatens the survival of my fleet,
Lightening flash and thunder roar,
But not as loud as my heart doth beat.

My Josephine, I'm drawing near,
For a glimpse of you my eyes are sore,
Your Danny Boy is wounded deep,
But the pipes, the pipes are calling me to shore.

In my hand a red rose stem,
As blood it trickles down my chest,
In the throws of Love it will make a mark,
A red petal stain on your snow white breast.

The fighting o'er, the battle won,
The tempest calm o'er waters serene,
And I Napoleon would brave it all again,
For my one true Love, my Josephine.

O n a Spring scented, shady
N ature walk this morning
L ost in sweet songbird melodies
Y ou entered my thoughts as a
C reature of rare beauties
H eaven sent, and I so
R espect the warm feelings you have
I nstilled in my heart
S ince I first perused your superb verse....to
T hank you now in a simple poem
I t barely seems enough, as we link together
N ow in my mind, I feel a bond
A special friendship that I hope will shine always !

Dear Soul goddess,
In reply to your advertisement for restaurant staff,
I submit this C.V. for a worker and a half.
A more talented person you'll never find,
Diligent, practical, so straight and kind.
With excellent elocution to entertain your crowd,
Proper manners and rearing, yet to work not too proud.
What if your chef ever fails to turn in ?
You'll need someone to cook right there on a whim.
Your cleaner just might let you down next Friday,
How good would it be to have someone who's tidy ?
You specialise in fish so just in case,
You surely need a person that knows their plaice.
A fine multi-talented person it's true,
Full of heart & charisma and Wow! good looks too.
This is not about me, if that's what you're thinking,
Its on behalf of a lady to whom I am winking.
You'll not find her equal anywhere on the nett,
Please consider this C.V. for the Awesome Lady Odette !

Emerging slowly from a buried Love,
Green fields of wonder stretch ahead,
I leave behind a barren land,
Of scalded faces from tears long shed.

That lingering shadow will always be there,
The good that prevailed I cannot delete,
Glory days of way back when,
My heart for her oft' skipped a beat.

As I fade into the uncertain distance,
I won't look back, I'll never return,
With every step I walk from the hurt,
Her eyes on the back of my head still burn.

New air blows toward me from future plains,
I yearn the freedom of new found things,
I stride further now, away from her stare,
Eager to taste what new life brings.

The thought of new Love makes my mouth dry,
That yearning woman that I don't yet know,
I imagine her lips and welcoming breast,
Paled in the distance she awaits her beau.

Much surpressed Love I piled in store,
Locked in chains with no one to share,
Her figure I dream of running my way,
To free this Love, our lips will dare.

I feel she's close now and quicken my step,
The remnants of the past have turned away,
I extend my hands to my future Love,
I've reached her now, in her arms I'll stay.

Against a Cumbrian sunset statuesque,
In slanted beams she beckons me to grace,
Breathtaking views, the ink of nature's desk,
My heart to pen a smile upon her face.
Majestic jagged hills oft' touch a cloud,
Stooping to the lakelands deepened soul,
Penrith wraps our Love in scented shroud,
Sweet English rose, my Irish heart you stole.
Blinded by the beauty that surrounds,
None more fair than her pale countenance,
I on her blowing tresses place a crown,
To celebrate our close poetic dance.

Fond moments that I dream can't come too soon,
When yonder we will kiss to nature's swoon.

'Twas a balmy evening on that village square,
On the path, a little girl she chalked,
A hopscotch grid, for friends to share,
Innocently unaware she was being stalked.

From behind a smoke stained curtain dead eyes stared,
On his warped mind he hatched a lurid plan,
In which a childhood dream would not be spared,
From the wrath of this decrepit evil man.

He placed some money in her little palm,
An invitation to his shop for sweets,
To the monster she did sadly warm,
Fell to the lure of candy coated treats.

The evening shadows moved without a sound,
Passersby were laughing unaware,
Inside her muffled whimperings resound,
A deed most horrid, vile beyond compare.

Shattered she emerged, her smiles not there,
Lost in his disgusting sweaty sheets,
Her story to the world she never shared,
Silence bribed, by a bag of sticky sweets.

Now time has passed and healed, but not as such,
His dirty smell still lingers in her nose,
She scrubbed and scrubbed but can't remove his touch,
Etched sadness on her face, still sorrow shows.

Only memories now of girls at play,
Those woeful songs of grief, she's often sung them,
His sunken bones interred in rotten clay,
In life or death, not one good bone among them !

In the mounting tension of a bursting town,
Car parks filled with facial frown,
Weekend mayhem, crowds abound,
And an empty Church stands waiting.

People like mannequins aimlessly flow,
Scarcely time to say Hello!
Lavish gifts bought to bestow,
And a lonely Church lies waiting.

Purces bulge with funds galore,
From a packed Public House..a deafening roar,
Constant footsteps pass a wide open door,
Of a hopeful Church in waiting.

Thunderous traffic and babies cries,
Blaring horns no longer a surprise,
Amid this chaos a quiet place lies,
In a peaceful Church still waiting.

Worldly repentance may soon be too late,
In the queue up to Heaven there's a lengthy wait,
On bloodied knees at a bolted gate,
Down below...the Devil is waiting.

A million loving thoughts to speak,
Invade my distracted brain,
The content of which I'm bursting to leak,
to The Corner, their patience to drain.

Sometimes I feel they've heard enough,
Of a Love that's still so young,
Though not to express, is ever so tough,
So how can I control my tongue ?

Then it dawned !! the ideal plan,
A sure way to stop me from talking,
And spare all poets from a smitten Irish man,
With his love lines, the corner he's stalking.

Kiss me Odette !!... from your kissing list,
With intensity from one to seven,
Smack me now ! with at least the sixth,
And send my mute tongue to Heaven.

Oh Wow ! my dear you taste so nice,
you've spared the corner from plight,
I can't even ask for a second slice,
But when we break for air, I might !