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Carpe Diem (Ballade Workshop)

Oh Rick was young, so full of hopes and dreams.
A boy, not quite a man, a son, a beau
A lad who lived for bikes and mates and schemes
He rode for life, for fun, to fly and flow
His light was bright, his heart was there on show.
So hard he tried to ride his ghosts away
A phantom freak behind the headlamps glow
the need to race, survive and seize the day.

So high in southern skies the moon did gleam
on Rick, who rode with peers and girls in tow.
In leather, boots and chains, a gang, a team,
this loyal bunch of kids with seeds to sow.
A life lived fast and full, not dull nor slow
No rules, no fear, no cares, no debt to pay.
One mind on fire so hot and deep below
the need to race, survive and seize the day.

A year it passed of days that sped full steam
when Rick had visions clear, of fate and foe.
He told his mum he wouldn't leave his teens.
So Rick, uneasy, feared the final blow.
A cloud so dark, that warned of storms to grow,
did drain his chi and made him numb and fey.
A fight for life, no strength, nor urge to show
the need to race, survive and seize the day.

In June he rode alone, no place to go.
A mile from home a crash did end the way
a gang so loved by Rick, did cease to know
the need to race, survive and seize the day

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touching and heartfelt. I think you've surpassed yourself with this ballade Joan.
Don't have anything to offer for improvement.
Well done!


Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words
........Robert Frost☺

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Congratulations, well done -

so sorry about your brother
it's funny, but i think we know our allotment...and the closer to our time we get, we have preminitions of sorts..... my son never said it outright, as your brother did, but there were hints....

Anyway, a great write
love judy

'Each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They are.'
(Rudyard Kipling)

Thanks ladies. It happened 48 years ago, and I have many great memories of him.

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Im also very sorry about your son. And yes I think one does have an inkling at least for things to come.

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It's been nearly 20 years, and, as do you, i have great memories too

'Each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They are.'
(Rudyard Kipling)

I have now moved into the look a chum..a mate..a bud had...a bros..he hit a moose.custom springer front end harley..died....we sat together at meetings....aa of course....sometimes you crack the throttle and dare god..fate..........I have friends who did this.....they lived....many did not.....U wish for people to get out there and dare life and others u watch and go...dreary me..I hope they slow down...somewhere I try to balance......but then you are left alive.....Great Poem...Ode to many! death is the living...words not said....could have been more etc.....but we are human....values.ideals...etc....and we are not they lived and live in their time!! that we have known something!! and too all whom know us!! we are heros to someone!!!!! imperfect....but beacons!! thank U

ridiculously proud of you. You have created a 14th century classic poem in its original form.

Think of it as music. When a musician plays a piece by Bach the intention is always to play it as he would have heard it. In its true, original form.
Sometimes it is the same in poetry.
Music has evolved as has poetry, but musicians still play Bach in his original form. So then should poetry.
Well done. Incredibly well done.

W. H. Snow

A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds. Percy Bysshe Shelley

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I feel like saying shucks wesley! But really thankyou to you and the others for help and inspiration. It makes me want to try harder.

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Thanks for your inspired comments esker. Glad you can relate.

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all us older ones..we got taught..
we are dying offf......but you know I hear the hip hop
the trance and its there....
the teen agers writing poetry for their
love lust interest
has all that...

we wre taught cetian things..and so it coes

I do rlate....I see the effort in writing
I feel your heartset
and know here U are coming from

thank U

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