Wave Crest Compliments

Wave Crest Compliments

Following on from reported successes in my last News Blog I am delighted to say it has all continued with many compliments on my poetry work and books, including some from unexpected people and directions. Long may it all continue as I press on with my Poetry World that has seen my total raised for the excellent Help for Heroes pass £11,000.

To that end I post the first poem “I Am Spartacus” that emerged in my 8th of fifteen now published books…

I Am Spartacus

Yes I am Spartacus I cried out

Like in the film of the same name,

About Spartacus who led a slave revolt

The Roman empire struggled to tame.

But after defeating by superior numbers

The Romans wanted the man behind it all,

So threatened to torture all who’d revolted

Until Spartacus and slaves stood up to call,

That they were all the notorious leader

So desperately sought by the empire elite,

Who were petrified others would now rise up

Against a hated regime they wanted to defeat.

Thus now that bold and famous shout

Owning up to being the man that meant,

So much as a brave and resisting hero

Is today a statement of determined intent.

For by shouting his name out proudly

It showed a courageous and a fighting side,

So I respect and salute the likes of him

And also tried to show an honest pride,

In everything that I have said and done

When battling along my paths in life.

And not flinching from any twisted truth

Of false words cutting like a knife.

Because I still believe in myself and manage

To hold my conscience and integrity true,

In the face of some cruel envy and lies

Slanderously said about some things I do.

For there is always someone struggling

With their jealousy and a bitterness,

So they can never be at a hearts rest

While you succeed and they’re a mess.

So I will gladly shout out I am Spartacus

And own up to who I am and stand for,

Though others may not sit well with this

But as an honest man I can do no more.

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Well that poem has some declarations in it, but maybe not too far away from the heroics of that brave man in history.

On a less dramatic front, but we still need certain courage and beliefs to succeed, so on a more personal note for me comes “Alone in the Mirror” from my 6th book, so about 2018.

Alone in the Mirror

I am alone in the mirror

With this face I’ve come to know,

That’s been staring back at me

From so many years ago.

But that face has changed now

Though the expression is the same,

For it has seen much of life

And situations you can’t tame.

This face has looked on loss

So tragic it creased with pain,

While trying hard to smile out

As inside the heart was slain.

Inner traumas rocked the soul

Which nearly split the seam.

Causing untold agony but,

Outside the face would beam.

So laughter which we cherish

Has cracked the outer look,

Though these smile fed lines

Can belie the times it shook,

With mirth, and sometimes grief

As it was worn across the years,

That eroded pristine youth

With many of life’s fears.

So that cruel mirror on my wall

Reflects the good and bad,

Showing with lines and wrinkles

All the years of life I’ve had.

But I’m not ashamed of this

Please don’t be taken in.

For though sometimes I force it,

Years drop off when I grin.

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That poem probably gives another glance or insight into an inner me, and possibly answers some of the many questions I get asked frequently, but hey you decide please.

Another sprinkle of the requests and interests I am getting includes contact with a support group for carers, a bereavement group, residential homes, more wedding poems and various other groups.

JOKE TIME: –

A rabbit was full of romance for another as love was in the hare.

Are 2 bananas a pair of slippers?

A German hit in the face got a heir lip

I saw 2 blackbirds stuck together before realising they were velcrows

Hopefully some smiles there, but to continue here is a poem I promised about those enigmatic bears Ted & Beth from their very own book “Tea For Two: Poetic Antics of Ted & Beth”

Ted n Beth’s Bedtime

Ted and Beth can be quite mature

But act a bit like children too,

And don’t like doing as they’re told

Or sometimes what they have to do,

Now normally this is no great pain

Mostly obeying what I have said,

But one main exception to this

Is when they’re told to go to bed.

For they really do not like this

And would stay up all night long,

But certainly would not be quiet

Laughing loudly or singing a song.

So it becomes a very tricky battle

Getting them to settle down to sleep,

Also hard making them stay in bed

For often they will craftily creep

Out of their room to wander around,

Looking for mischief or tricks to play.

Thus it’s a bit of a job to control them

Whatever I try to do or say.

And if I get them both to stay put

I’m not sure it will still be alright.

Because I’ve caught them out before

Having a massive pillow fight,

Chasing each other round laughing

Too excited and beyond their tethers,

For when I had to go and check

The whole room was full of feathers.

So now that is just one problem

Trying to get them to bed on time,

Because if they are up all night

Next day their mood isn’t sublime.

Thus on and on goes the struggle

As I have to look after the bears,

But however cross and angry I get

They know their poet dad still cares.

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I should add that whilst I continue with all the many involvements of my Poetry Wrld, I have already made a start on Book 16, with more new poems, but there is no rush to complete, but Yay, it is on its way!

All the many people who support and encourage me know of my gratitude so just get a general but heartfelt thank you here, as do all my kind and supportive readers with a diversity of fellow Bingo callers, lunch group friends, Spanish dancers, phone friends, waitresses, Julian and lol Chefs etc. and etcetera, etceters..

Last poem and a strong Luuuuuuuuurrrvve one =

Touch

Apparent in a wonderful vision

This sight for sore eyes to see,

A woman with alluring looks

Who seems very attractive to me.

Of course nature plays her tricks

Upon the poor male species of life,

Which causes many an intrigue

And more than a little strife.

For the lovely sirens in our view

Cause bubbling emotions in man,

That instil a profound sense of need

To kiss and cuddle them if he can.

Now with a gentle caress or touch

Emotive sensations come alive,

To those soft pressures and strokes

On which our bodies thrive.

So don’t be shy of natures lead

Into temptation with a natural wish.

When signs and permission glow,

Brush her skin with a subtle kiss!

Then if this is received with pleasure

And perhaps an encouraging gasp,

Do not delay or be bashful

Or magic may slip from your grasp.

So continue with sensual movements

With words of complimentary love,

To ensure that you and your lady

Will soar to the heavens above.

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As usual I end with many thanks to you all as The Journey Continues with WAVE CREST COMPLIMENTS…

Cheers, love and light,

Laurie xx