Sun glints off ripples
Play of light in sheltered cove
Backyard full of stars
Footsteps crack on frozen grass
Forested mountain side
Above twisting single track
Over arid land
Falling rain evaporates
Hot Aussie dunny
Sandy beach stretches
Tropical coral waters
Beneath St. Paul’s dome
Lies manicured garden
Twelve tree frogs sing in loud chorus
on this damp, foggy morn
Their vocal would break the sound barrier
By it nature is torn
Fog caresses the valley
Settles loosely on trees
Exaggerates the silhouettes
Moistens all the leaves
The frogs have removed the silence
Their din walks on nerves
They need another residence
Where they won't be heard
Ship them to another planet
Box them up in damp wrap
Let them start a new settlement
Send them, get them trapped
My prayer for rain was answered
This morn is nice and cool
The frogs loved it also, singing
To God their thanks refueled
For a moment I was ungrateful
The constant din distrubed
Now I am accepting of the sound
Let them sing unpreturbed
The tree frogs or rain frogs came out
in wild excitement last night following the rain..
Sponsor: Elly Wouterse
Contest: A Positive Poem
Written: Tuesday, June 24, 2014
A void of Facebook
Creativity dies here...
Once was a gal who felt so alone
Tornato came up rooted farms home
Landed on wicked witch
Munchkins came out of ditch
Gave dog lollypops instead of bone
The fox he bounced up to the toad
As everything around him glowed
He took her hand so tenderly
And said "hey sing this song with me"
The elephant told the kangaroo
“No matter what you say or do
You've got to have this dance with me”
And hummed a little melody.
They danced and danced
The whole night through
And really had a great to do
As their time they filled so merrily
All crazy, wild, and fancy free
The chimpanzee said to the clown
As he tapped his toes upon the ground
“Come laugh with me and have some fun
Let's dance and sing, hey everyone”.
The bear he laughed to see them all
As he drank some juice to keep him cool
Then he joined in all the carry on
As they played and danced the whole day long.
Peace, Socrares 1996
One hand on my britches keeps them from falling down
One hand on my cane, which keeps me off the ground
I know a solution must be found, I can’t decide just what kind
I’ve been analyzing the situation; but it rather puzzles my mind
Could be gravity tugging on them that has them in such a rush
Or is it my belly hanging out there that has given them a push
Now I know I was looking for something; I guess I’ll just look around
I am hoping that I will know it whenever it is found
I believe that I was headed out for somewhere
But must find my jacket; nothing else fit to wear
I certainly have my hands full, as anyone can see
I know that I have to get going; but damn, now I have to pee
Wrinkle, wrinkle on my face…
Couldn't you have found some other place ?
What made you furrow between my eyes ?
And all those creams, they are nothing but lies….
When I look in the mirror, all I can see…
Is a silver haired person staring back at me….
Then there are the lines , which run down the sides of my nose…
Running in circles, round my lips, down my neck and into my clothes….
Speaking of clothes , isn’t that where the wrinkles should be ?
Is nature playing a trick on me ?
Or is this a sign “ old “ is sneaking up on me ?
It seems only yesterday I was a young girl .. and had my whole life ahead of me…
So simple..so free……
Which don’t take me wrong I have enjoyed my life’s ride…
And there isn’t much in my life, I haven’t tried….
But it should would be nice if I could just see…
Myself with one less wrinkle…when I looked back at me…..
If yer one and only wish is to catch one really big fish,
Then ya need ta stop bait'n fer minners.
If you'd read my first book you'd use a big hook,
An'a bait big n'uf fer yer dinners.
It might take ye' awhile, but if fishin's yer style,
Ya might catch 'im with one week 'o fishin'.
It's well worth the wait when a hawg takes yer bait,
An' th' catch is as big as yer wishin'!
*ai: 3-toed sloth (slow moving animal) from South America (pronounce: "ah'-I")
sloth: slow/lazy person; etc
[Also: "A. I." = Artificial Intelligence is the intelligence of machines and robots and the branch of computer science that aims to create it.]
queue: people (for eg) standing in line; etc
"I. Q.": Intelligence Quotient
KEY: I Q
Mother Nature, her bounty abounds
Spreading seed all across the ground
Through animals and ingenious ways
Through birds and even people at play.
As man his seed he also determines to spread
Be it is in a field, up an alley, in a warm bed.
Spreading his seed over here and over there
Spreading his seed almost everywhere.
In competition with the mother of birth
His seed he scatters all over the earth
Mother Nature the giver and taker of life
Man the giver of children and giver of strife.
Seeds of different shapes and sizes
Seeds that germinate and give us surprises
Man the giver or surprises and seed
He learnt how to spread it when he felt a need.
To spread his seed like the proverbial waterfall
Man thinks it’s his duty to spread it with all
But bless all the men that spread their seed all around
Just be careful where you spread it and where it is found.
Found in the wrong bed
it may cause a fuss
So keep your seed in a packet
lets say-just because...
© ~GG~ 16/02/2013