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Black is the Badge

When our eyes met, with rose tint hue
Things would not be the same
When our lips met, we two both knew
They were to meet again
Across the miles, my thoughts held on
To our next rendezvous
When we could hold each other tight
Dream dreams of me and you
Our dreams become reality
And still across the miles
My thoughts turn to the two of us
Our hearts both in denial
For what we both envisioned then
Was lasting love for life
Yet quick turned sour like milktop cream
Stirred thick with blood and strife
The poison courses, conquering veins
Where once emotion ran
And sees an end to all our gains
No more our fortune can
Without your love to guide me now
I am but burning shell
From sulfurous glowing of my fire
Black is the badge of hell

I’ve borrowed a few words here from Shakespeare and the like 🙂

Wood Land Walks – A Medley

Inspired by a post on Poesy Plus Polemics

In Shakespeare’s town, the U.S. flag flies on a house that Tom built.
Intricate wooden carvings of long-gone craftsmen adorn,
within and without, studded and standing the test of time.
A little dog greets those who care to take a closer look.

To Adlestrop, bombarded by wasps
A brief stop at the bus stop
Just time to read the poem within.

Then all at once I did espy
a treasure that would pass most by –
a beauty for the eye to behold –

Adjourn to forest
Crisp leaf carpet underfoot
Release of the hounds


Splash and drink from muddy waters
Play peekaboo from behind mossy trees
Was anyone around when this one fell?


We walked for miles, and yet,
despite forewarning in verse,
I did not heed what I should,
and was quickly swallowed by the mud.