A BLAST FROM THE PAST ~ FURY IN MOTION

The Sunday Muse #56

I have returned after a couple of weeks rest from poetry, but not physical rest because I have been busy redesigning my garden.

This week Fireblossom is hosting and has set this interesting girl and a motor cycle theme, which links nicely with a piece I am working on.  Thank you, Fireblossom.

Photo: You bring out the best in me

I love my bike.

It is me; I am at one with it,

and it is everything I could ever want.

Yet, my mind races back to another time,

When my dad's bike ruled the world.

I cannot help remembering what it spoke to me.

Strange words, as if spoken by The Bard himself.

For this bike had class and the voice of Shakespeare alone could do it justice.

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A Blast from the Past

FURY IN MOTION

Behold this regal masterpiece of classical tradition;

Fashioned by genius ~ the pinnacle of man’s inventiveness.

My countenance conveys such majesty, such strength, such beauty,

Crafted as if by gods, and not mere mortal men.

My mighty chest doth heave and swell with worthy pride,

With endless praise and accolades which rain upon my person.

Consider then my purpose and exceptional design,

A powerhouse so supreme all others fall prostrate before me.

For while I but sleep, I am the object of awe and fascination,

For how could mere mortals conceive such true perfection?

What miracle doth inspire such thoughts to cause my very being,

As if the gods themselves had willed and demanded my creation?

Beneath my shimmering face of steel there lies a noble heart,

A mighty symphony of interwoven moving parts,

Which when conducted, will awaken and create such terror

That all creation shall know I am the rightful king of princes.

All those mere upstarts, who wouldst dare contest my reign,

Are not mine heirs but false pretenders to my throne.

Behold, I awake and stir and in due season set in motion

All those inward parts of muscle and steel sinew, 

Which wouldst cause those fools who dare rival my authority

To bow down one by one and kneel before their king.

I roar! A thunderous bellow of a roar ~ like a beast possessed.

Yet this is but a prelude to such marvels as my power within will fashion.

And now I rise to make the very air surrender to each blast of fury.

Hot gas and blood explode from deep within my furnace,

As each deep-throated roar progresses to my next astonishment.

Yet my powerhouse doth but idle and my real task not accomplished.

But in due season I shall reveal my true and terrifying majesty,

My pulsating heart and lungs shall spring to life with deafening ferocity.

Claps of heavy thunder cascade from deep within my bowels

To mute all lesser sounds as I dominate the very air.

For now my real power engages into drive, 

Propelling me to terrifying motion

In a cacophony of canon fire, with ever wild crescendo,

Commanding every face to turn with awe in my direction.

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They bow and marvel at my charismatic presence.

Each clap of thunder causes wonder and admiration so profound.

As my mighty furnace shouts its domination to the heavens

For now I fly; I fly on eagle's wings and with all my energy now harnessed.

The chilling wind doth strive in vain to cool my raging furnace,

And whatever thrust required of me I shall meet in plenty.

Now hear this! 

All you pretenders, and mere princes who wouldst dare to have my crown:

Get in rank! – you shall not have it.

For your pedigree will not stand the test of time 

. . . . . . . . . like mine.

"Well, that was daddy's bike.

I have just a Ducati",

She said with a wink.

lol

(They are better)

Eddie Bluelights 18/5/2019

from a first draft 2009

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