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25.01.2022 The latest BardSong was given a "Highly Recommended" on the last FaithWriters competition for the year. It's called "Visions in the Sands": I like to walk along the coast To breathe fresh air, to walk, to pray.... Early morn you’ll see me most Before the crowds come out to play. The Spirit rose, just like a breeze, Not from the sea but in my heart: Look well, my son, on all of these. My works to thee shall truth impart. So then I looked with different eyes Beyond the smells of kelp decayed And dirty refuse, smoggy skies. Enchanted worlds were then displayed. I saw the sands like tiny sheep That follow where the currents go. Some grains may graze within the deep Or high and dry above the flow. The restless dunes forever drift So driven by the gypsy wynd. With shifting feet both slow and swift New ground it claims, soon left behind. But hardy grasses some confined And held them fast with fibrous ropes. Then laughing children played and mined Or slid upon their sandy slopes. Then said the Wind: If thou wilt bear The bonds of love and not rebel, Then many a blessing thou shalt share, Abundant more than thou canst tell. I found a pile of broken beams, A grave, a shrine of wood, sun-bleached, A memory of shattered dreams. ‘Twas here a mighty vessel beached. Its proud mast once rose proud and tall Above the waves it thought to rule. But treach’rous shoals then caused its fall. The heedless captain was a fool. Then spake the whisp’ring Wind once more: If thou wouldst sail the seas of life, My course will bring thee safe to shore Avoiding shoals of sin and strife. I saw the sands as battle-grounds. White-crested warrior-waves that roar, Roused by deep ocean trumpet-sounds, Make endless war upon the shore. The waves lay siege upon the rocks And sweep away the yielding sands. The mighty wall it proudly mocks Nay! Ye shall never take our lands! Relentless white-helms struck again Until the weaker tower crumbled. Armour’d cliffs resist in vain, The stubborn pillars’ pride it humbled. Yet when the tides of war retreat, Behold! Th’embattled sands remain! Around the shattered rocky feet Serenely spreads the golden plain. Thus, said the Wind, The hearts of men Are troubled waters, anger-driven. Their walls of pride will fall again In brokenness to be forgiven. And so I knelt down in the sands And bowed my head before the Wind. Thy Word, O Lord, forever stands. O, wash us clean, for we have sinned.
22.01.2022 http://arthurdbardswell.blogspot.com//faithwriters-contest
22.01.2022 My recent entry to the FaithWriters' Writing Challenge has received an "Editor's Choice" award. Not first prize, but I'm happy with that. It's called "Love's Labour is Not Lost." Read it at: https://arthurdbardswell.blogspot.com/
22.01.2022 Another BardSong entered in the weekly FaithWriter's Challenge: "Mirrors, Mirrors on the Wall." Got an "Editor's Choice" award and 7th place. Could do worse. http://arthurdbardswell.blogspot.com/
19.01.2022 This month's BardSong actually won First Prize in the weekly FaithWriter's competition. It's called "The Wierd World of Wigs." As the department stores At night, close their doors, And the staff have gone home to their rest,... All the products arise, Shake the sleep from their eyes And they hold what is called a Stockfest. The beauty/hair section Has its own resurrection. All the wigs become quite animated. Shoppers compared How they looked, how they fared, And the heads they have liked or have hated. Now wigs, I admit, They have more hair than wit. For variety, they take the cake. From the wildly artistic To the sheer narcissistic. O, the folly of follicles fake! The long blond, of course, (From the tail of a horse) Is the queen of this glam’rous display. When asked: Was she proud To rule over this crowd? All she’d say was a bray or a Neigh. The cheeky Brunette, Well, she poses a threat. For her tresses are long and luxurious. Moreover, she flirts With the men’s bargain shirts Which renders our Blondie quite furious. There’s dark Lady Afro (Manufactured by Saphro) With ancestors north of the Nile. See her polymer face And of pallor no trace, Except for her gleaming white smile. While old man Toupée, Who has so much to say, Disapproves of these fashions and trends: ‘Young people these days And their crazy new craze, Out-hairing their hairy-lout friends!’ Nearly-bald Number 1 Never has any fun. He prophesies doom and much gloom. He’d tear out his hair, But there isn’t much there, And he bores ev’ry one in the room. To read the rest, follow the link below. https://www.faithwriters.com/wc-article-level4-previous.php
17.01.2022 http://arthurdbardswell.blogspot.com//latest-bardsong-gett
16.01.2022 My entry to the FaithWriters.com weekly Challenge got First Prize. It's called "Six Jolly Church-Goers." Here's part thereof: (With apologies to the 3 Jolly Welshmen.)... There were six happy church-goers, a-churchin’ they did go, Each one a dude with attitude, some good and some, not so. There’s Gary Grump, Grizelda Gripe and Gordon Grouch there too, Then Charley Cheer and Sally Smiles with Barney Bold, I knew. Now Brother Grouch’s car got smashed, he had to share a lift With Brother Grump and Sister Gripe, which made him rather miffed. But Charley Cheer and Sally Smiles, they came to praise the Lord. They picked up Barney Bold as well. They’re all in one Accord. (To read the rest, please go to: https://arthurdbardswell.blogspot.com/) See more
12.01.2022 Another BardSong. It's a lighthearted piece: "In Praise of the Canine." A serious reflection at the end: Consider now, the noble hound He is the nicest beast around. Discrimination he would ban....Continue reading
11.01.2022 Latest BardSong is a lighthearted, satirical piece called "The Revenge of the Veggies", subtitled "The Fruit Fights Back." Check it out at: https://arthurdbardswell.blogspot.com//latest-bardsong-rev
04.01.2022 Another Bardsong, scoring 3rd in the weekly FaithWriter's Challenge. It's called "The Bard's Quest." https://arthurdbardswell.blogspot.com/
04.01.2022 A Grammatical Grandad moment: Could you say a collection of MANAGERS is a MANAGERIE?
03.01.2022 My entry for the "Sick" topic in the FaithWriters weekly challenge was given a "Highly Commended" award. It's called "Biological Warfare (in the Heavenlies)". https://www.faithwriters.com/wc-article-level4-previous.php
01.01.2022 Latest BardSong is called "A Dreamer's Journey." https://arthurdbardswell.blogspot.com//latest-bardsong-win
