"porteus" poems
Oh how I yearn for Serendipity-by-the-Sea,
Pristine sands aglow under a deep blue sky,
Crabbing and kite flying, every day a perpetual cream tea,
Never mind the bites and stings, the sunburn and occasional tears, the hours flew deliciously by,
Oh how I yearn for Serendipity-by-the-Sea, in sweet memory of a lost childhood
Oh how I yearn for Serendipity-by-the-Sea,
Endless games and innocent playful frolics,
Hide and seek in the dunes, eyes barely covered and a speedy count to twenty,
Mum and Dad fussing and fretting, always late for the midday picnics,
Oh how I yearn for Serendipity-by-the-Sea, in sweet memory of a lost childhood
Oh how I yearn for Serendipity-by-the-Sea,
Rainy days didn’t stop the fun, funfairs and arcades beckoned,
Never managed to hook those ****** cuddly toys, made Dad so angry!
Waste of time and money Mum always reckoned,
Oh how I yearn for Serendipity-by-the-Sea, in sweet memory of a lost childhood
Oh how I yearn for Serendipity-by-the-Sea,
Harmless nostalgia or dangerous reverie?
Perhaps things were never as I imagined them to be,
But I ache for those happier days, and ease this endlessly painful adult misery,
Oh how I yearn for Serendipity-by-the-Sea, in sweet memory of a lost childhood
© Robert Porteus
Sep 8, 2020
Sep 8, 2020 at 8:39 AM UTC
Behold merrily dancing eyes! moonrise-hued that delight in surprise,
Waterfall-cascading hair, sleepily stirring from a golden lair,
Heaven-glimpsed in leafy disguise, powerless to resist I surmise,
Elven locks frame an Eden-parterre, a majestic Springtime fayre!
Banished Winter’s-strife, unveiled a collective bursting into life,
Love, laugher and blossom hold sway, a dress-parade in full panoply,
Nimble Elven hands serve as nature’s midwife, their deliveries run rife!
This is no chaotic affray, but the Almighty order we never gainsay.
Their unbridled gaiety I watch in wonder, but I feel such an intruder,
Stiff limbed I shake off love’s-hibernation, a lifelong affliction,
Shall I be welcome I ponder, or will they flee in panic and anger?
Their joyous souls offer salvation, unleashed a grim determination!
A rapturous-smiled greeting! handshakes and hugs - our first meeting!
Blinkers-away restores my sight, from this embrace I must not take flight,
Alas! this is mere wish-dreaming, awake my face is aglow and gleaming!
This kinship-reverie serves to ignite, a joy and happiness so eager to excite.
Gone are doubt-swirling mists, hopeful lips plead to be kissed,
This alluring Elven-dream, lures me into passion’s fragrant-stream,
No more envy-bound wrists, as I fiercely battle loves-duellists,
Folly pursuit of Crusading esteem? no courage with a steely gleam!
My brow burns with the fierce rays of Summer,
My soul plunges into despair, with the decline and fall of Autumn,
My feet are mired in the cloying-clay of a sodden Winter,
But heart-contentment sings aloud with the uplifting beat of Spring!
© Robert Porteus
Jun 20, 2021
Jun 20, 2021 at 7:00 AM UTC
The brown bear that bites
Does so from hunger or fear
Rarely from malice
© Robert Porteus
Jan 31, 2022
Jan 31, 2022 at 9:24 AM UTC
The sword of courage
Not always beaten from steel
Forged in our heart
© Robert Porteus
Dec 12, 2021
Dec 12, 2021 at 6:40 AM UTC
A full Paschal moon
Promises Resurrection
Hope for all lost souls
© Robert Porteus
Apr 19, 2022
Apr 19, 2022 at 7:21 AM UTC
Ivory traders
Many blood-soaked hands – such shame!
Evil soiled trinkets
© Robert Porteus
Feb 6, 2022
Feb 6, 2022 at 8:24 AM UTC
Darting silver-greys
Merriment deep in the dell
Elven hide and seek!
© Robert Porteus
Jan 21, 2022
Jan 21, 2022 at 12:23 PM UTC
Clad in silver-greys
Aglow in purest starlight
Elven radiance
© Robert Porteus
Feb 14, 2022
Feb 14, 2022 at 4:21 PM UTC
Shimmering delight
The beauty of the night sky
Forever and free!
© Robert Porteus
Mar 6, 2022
Mar 6, 2022 at 3:09 PM UTC
Rarely a winner, the sad lonely long-distance sinner,
A heart of broken rubble, repair not worth the trouble,
In conflict with life’s rabble, their ill-informed babble,
Lacking civilised patina, that saps my spiritual stamina.
I face a blank wall of ignorance, solace is a constant séance,
Lifeless I drift in hyperspace, a freefall from grace,
A bat-squeak whispers what a waste! wake up and chase!
Those youthful hopes and romance, you so readily denounce.
Soar away wordsmith! banish all doubts as myth,
Word by word and line by line, rise up and shine!
Love and valour will align, poetry will become your new divine,
Forge beauty as any talented goldsmith, oh sweet songsmith!
Some will mock and wonder, let courage be your rudder,
Through cruel shoals of torment, that masquerade as comment,
Rip away the tattered cloak of lament, hail poetry’s debutante!
Let soul and passion cast asunder, the years of sorrowed shudder.
Arise Sir Poet! your old world is there to conquer and outwit!
© Robert Porteus
Nov 28, 2021
Nov 28, 2021 at 6:51 AM UTC
Words - choices galore!
The right ones are like rare moths
Very elusive
© Robert Porteus
May 31, 2022
May 31, 2022 at 3:34 PM UTC
Raisin-hued sunsets
Delicious, addictive and fleeting
Cherish the moment!
© Robert Porteus
Seasonal greetings one and all!
Dec 22, 2021
Dec 22, 2021 at 1:52 PM UTC
Cryptic crossword clue
Find film in 'springtime blossom'
Gone with the Wind - groan!
© Robert Porteus
Jun 6, 2022
Jun 6, 2022 at 10:02 AM UTC
Trembling of finches
Melodious bough and bush
A Springtime hurrah
© Robert Porteus
Mar 13, 2023
Mar 13, 2023 at 7:42 AM UTC
Our life is a stream
Sometimes roars, or so tranquil
Inevitably will dry up
© Robert Porteus
Dec 7, 2021
Dec 7, 2021 at 7:41 AM UTC
Lonely warring me
With rose-tinted testicles
Ever the oddball
© Robert Porteus
Oct 23, 2022
Oct 23, 2022 at 6:16 AM UTC
Poor Count Dracula!
Doctor bans breakfast fry-ups
WHAT!! - no black pudding!!
© Robert Porteus
Jan 26, 2023
Jan 26, 2023 at 7:43 AM UTC
The brown bear that bites
Does so from hunger or fear
Rarely from malice
© Robert Porteus
Dec 13, 2021
Dec 13, 2021 at 7:21 AM UTC
The Poet of the World
Has nothing to lose, but their chains
Poets of the World unite!
Thanks Groucho!
© Robert Porteus
Dec 12, 2021
Dec 12, 2021 at 5:52 AM UTC
Poor Count Dracula
No tricks, just sugary treats
No fangs and bad breath
© Robert Porteus
Nov 2, 2022
Nov 2, 2022 at 11:32 AM UTC
I need to lose weight
Take a trip to the bookies
Empty wallet helps
© Robert Porteus
Jan 26, 2023
Jan 26, 2023 at 8:28 AM UTC
Red is the mist that too often descends,
Beige alas the colour of my teeth,
Tan, sadly I only ever burn,
Orange my fake perma-tan
Black my mood on a Monday morning,
White are the lies when I ring in sick!
Blue are the films I secretly watch,
Cerise, not a clue but sounds lovely!
Purple my boozers nose,
Scarlet somebody, from Gone with the Wind I think,
Violet missing an ‘n’,
Cream strictly rationed because of my diabetes!
Green my perpetual envy,
Tangerine, something else to hate at Christmas,
Burgundy, sorry ******* at geography,
Lilac, far too trendy for me!
Azure are the skies I miss from childhood,
Sapphire so very precious!
Cerulean, now I am being a ********
Yellow the starting gun for me to run away
Indigo, when my snooker potting is on fire!
Pink, the ball I always miss,
Navy, something the Swiss don’t have,
Chocolate, something the Swiss do have
Brown the awful jumpers Mum used to knit,
Russet, used to be a tiny English County?
Emerald, a lovely girl I once dated,
Aquamarine such a delicate sea-sick tint
Puce, or do I mean puke, something I do after a skinful
Maroon rhymes with macaroon!
Crimson, I guilty blush when I pass wind!
Grey (never gray!), my hated school uniform
Ruby, any glass of port in a storm!
Auburn, I really love her films!
Lime, lovely with gin & tonic, especially in Vienna Harry! ** **
Turquoise bruises, no stranger to these after a few too many
© Robert Porteus
Oct 4, 2020
Oct 4, 2020 at 10:14 AM UTC
Oddball history
Two forgotten Marx Brothers
Zippo and Typo
© Robert Porteus
Aug 4, 2022
Aug 4, 2022 at 1:47 PM UTC
Poor Owl and Pussy-cat,
Their beautiful pea-green boat unable to sail,
Delay after delay for this and that,
Petty Health and Safety rules did prevail!
© Robert Porteus
Aug 4, 2022
Aug 4, 2022 at 1:17 PM UTC
Farewell Charlie Watts
Perfect manners and attire
Drumbeat still echoes
Bonnie Prince Charlie
Too ****** cold and wet said he
So sharpish legged it!
© Robert Porteus
Feb 13, 2022
Feb 13, 2022 at 7:55 AM UTC