The Last Waltz (till the 12th of Never)
ajay said:
It's Not Dark Yet 🌛
Another Birthday creeping slowly near
adds yet another candle to my cake,
then turns to me and, with a nasty leer,
sneers, 'You, my friend, the grave will shortly take.
You're old and knackered now, a waste of space,
it's time for Ancient You to move aside
and let the virile young men take your place;
they'll have no living room until you've died.'
'Birthday,' I say, 'You're talking utter shite!
You can't go speaking bollocks such as that!
I'm not dead yet, you c***! Get out my sight,
before I whack you with this baseball bat!'
My Birthday shuffles off, and soon is gone,
while I, unconquered still, go dancing on.
🎂
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FJ1bzKISLBw&pp=ygUbaXQncyBub3QgZGFyayB5ZXQgYm9iIGR5bGFu
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Happy Birthday Ajay.. May life throws you love health and prosperity throughout the days of your life🌹🎊🎂🍷
It's Not Dark Yet 🌛
Another Birthday creeping slowly near
adds yet another candle to my cake,
then turns to me and, with a nasty leer,
sneers, 'You, my friend, the grave will shortly take.
You're old and knackered now, a waste of space,
it's time for Ancient You to move aside
and let the virile young men take your place;
they'll have no living room until you've died.'
'Birthday,' I say, 'You're talking utter shite!
You can't go speaking bollocks such as that!
I'm not dead yet, you c***! Get out my sight,
before I whack you with this baseball bat!'
My Birthday shuffles off, and soon is gone,
while I, unconquered still, go dancing on.
🎂
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FJ1bzKISLBw&pp=ygUbaXQncyBub3QgZGFyayB5ZXQgYm9iIGR5bGFu
8️⃣8️⃣
🎂🙃🎂
Happy Birthday Ajay.. May life throws you love health and prosperity throughout the days of your life🌹🎊🎂🍷
The Shadow of your Eyes
lost in your eyes
in your eyes I see the dawn
in your eyes shadows
of my wishes are drawn
though nothing touches me
I see the truth
in your eyes
there's no goodbye
The world dissolved
nothing left to say
but I'm bold
soul lost in your eyes
lost in your eyes
in your eyes I see the dawn
in your eyes shadows
of my wishes are drawn
though nothing touches me
I see the truth
in your eyes
there's no goodbye
The world dissolved
nothing left to say
but I'm bold
soul lost in your eyes
Warm Cheeks
I am a hen tonight. My mental bum
sits soft upon an unhatched poem-egg,
in hopes a splitting crack will quickly come
as life inside begins to peck. I beg
it will, as all hens do who incubate
so patiently that hard unyielding shell,
who many anxious hours sit still and wait.
But is there life within? No hen can tell.
But then a tapping sound is heard inside,
as life begins the struggle to break free,
and, fracturing, the hatching egg splits wide
and makes this mother hen cluck happily.
Upon the page the poem struts about,
but now I'm off, to hatch another out.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JAWsYfvHi1U&pp=ygU0bG91aXMgam9yZGFuIHRoZXJlIGFpbid0IG5vYm9keSBoZXJlIGJ1dCB1cyBjaGlja2Vucw%3D%3D
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Milton and Shakespeare Have a Pop at Modernism
My room is filled with poets' ghosts tonight
who stand around and mock the state of verse.
Old Shakey says, 'It’s getting even worse!'
and Milton nods, says 'Shakey, you're damn right.
The scene today is in a sorry plight,
it's failing fast and really needs a nurse,
before it dies, gets loaded in a hearse,
no raging at the dying of its light.
The modern poets are no good at all.
The stuff they write should truly be a crime.
It's not their fault, though, they were doomed to fall,
from when that gruesome pair were in their prime:
Screw those theories of Eliot and Pound!
I'm glad those twats are dead and underground.'
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A11TOnmsAWc&pp=ygUNdGVubnlzb24gcG9lbQ%3D%3D
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RiP
On sea crests where shadows weave
the sky frown down sullen grey
here she stand in silence grieve
her sobs stifled with sorrow lay
tears as rain like whispers lost
tales told of love within the brine
her hair wild and wind tossed
yet mocking the sunlit waves did shine
she swims and beckons from the tide
she drowns beauty lost in gloom
her essence in waves and breeze
in this sea she reaches for home
the ocean's sorrow swell
hold her tight in its embrace
her haunting song and spell
spirit lingers within her grace
https://youtu.be/LNbqR1NnG94?si=1ea46VXMlaPMOdFH
Versemart 🛒
I needed a poem for NAPO today,
but where could I find one? They'd all gone away.
I looked in the cupboard. No poem was there.
I looked in the fridge, but the fridge, too, was bare.
‘I'll have to go shopping,’ I said with a sigh,
‘and maybe a nice villanelle I can buy.
I could get a sonnet or even a ballad.
Perhaps a sestina – I like a word salad!’
I got to the shop and I found a good deal:
a two-for-one offer I thought was a steal.
I loaded me trolley with rhythm and rhyme,
anapaestically singing and dancing in time.
I skipped to the check-out and paid with me cash,
me metrical feet had me home in a flash.
I posted me verse on the NAPOMO site,
Another day over! Me world is now right.🙃
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JYIaWeVL1JM&pp=ygURZGFuY2luZyBpbiByaHl0aG0%3D
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Birthday Gifts
ever saw the fun in gifts
the one you get
and those you don't
a pin maybe a tumbler
a small trinket laughter's thread
a cup or a saucer silverware
boasting 'the best writer'
or 'daddy is a great guy'
they are gifts that you know
from love within the heart
sometimes it doesn't show
except in birthday gifts
a rubber duck yellow sheen
beak half quack or a grin
that ducks aren't meant to have
except with you in the bath
a pair of socks colours bright
a shock to eyes hearts delight
each stitch a concert
of love's warm might
https://youtu.be/xsFvDmd_YlQ?si=oF2hdsutOMJfMG1x
Frogs
I'll often have a sense of déjà vu
when I decide to write a triolet,
although that may seem odd. It's strangely true
I'll often have a sense of déjà vu
when that fourth line comes strolling into view,
and by the final two It's safe to bet
I'll often have a sense of déjà vu
when I decide to write a triolet.
The feeling I've been here sometime before
persistently encroaches on my thought,
just like an echo wanting its encore.
The feeling I've been here sometime before
grows quickly ever stronger and the more
I write the more in Groundhog Day I'm caught.
The feeling I've been here sometime before
persistently encroaches on my thought.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cOeFhSzoTuc&pp=ygUYZnJlbmNoIGFudGhlbSBjYXNhYmxhbmNh
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Best Regards
whispers shared through the night
the shadow dances airy and light
it glides and weaves like blessed grace
the heart believes lost in his eyes
he softly says come close
sweet soul come he sighs
its time for a fleeting wish
beneath the eternal skies
the clock tick sounds slow
fate stares in darkened corners
it stays vigilant period of bows
and life's flame flickers
time to say goodbye
it will never turn away
minutes and hours
holding their sway
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=polwiLRjX8k
Gone Fishing
I flick my baited hook into the stream
of my subconscious. Then I sit and wait.
I hope the Poemfish co-operate.
I know they're in there. I can see their gleam,
their flickerflash, like something in a dream,
so close, but out of reach. They coruscate
so teasingly, but nibble not! I hate
it when I'm Poemfishless. I could scream!
But then a tug as something takes a bite
and clamps its jaws around my hopeful hook.
Hooray! I've caught a Poemfish tonight!
Is it a Whopper? I whip it out and look.
A Sonnetfish! A fourteen-liner! Nice.
I post it up. 'Here. Grab yourself a slice.'
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C08J_ahG_F8&pp=ygURZ29uZSBmaXNoaW5nIHNvbmc%3D
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Nice Song, Ajay.
She's gone Dancing
the room is silent
bed clothes folded
neatly in the darkened
alcove with the window
she's gone dancing
with her red gown
her glass shoes shining
the diamond tiara her crown
she's gone dancing
reflecting the brightness
of the ballroom
her eyes as stars
https://youtu.be/Qzc_aX8c8g4?si=GIys6BK7lpxyX1pB
That Difficult Eighth-Day NAPOMO Poem
The Poem sneers: 'You'll never finish me!
I'll make my lines refuse to scan or rhyme,
and you will have a simply rotten time.
You'll tear your hair and swear most horribly,
but my last line not ever you will see.'
I smile. 'Don't be so sure my Poem friend,
that I won't find, in form and rhyme, the blend
that makes you sing upon that website page.
You'll dance tonight, for sure, on DU's stage.
You see? You're posted up. Now dance! You're penned.'
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rY0WxgSXdEE&pp=ygUbYW5vdGhlciBvbmUgYml0ZXMgdGhlIGR1c3Qg
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Yet he tried
he was too far away
his arms ached
from finding a way
to come closer
every dreams he dreamt
every wish he wished
hold him half flight
but never really fly
the world felt right
when its night
her scent around him
like a heavy helm
https://youtu.be/OYEvyV7AEJA?si=I4A1O4yx-Ma4nmyg
