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Whilst walking through the woods

Whilst walking through the woods one day
A crystal brook there, shone so gay
The sun was shining oh' so bright
As brook reflected all it's light

Buzzing insects all around
Oh' they made a delightful sound
Birds flew upwards to the sky
These parrots made a hue and cry

Carpet of flowers with lovely scent
It seemed this morn way heaven sent
The flowers opened to the sun
This walk for me was so much fun

Sheep bleated from far away
Oh it was such a lovely day


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elegant giraffes


He wondered if his verse was made for fools
and cretins that splish-splash alongside whales
composing dull sonnets was chased by bulls 
- by elegant giraffes and racing snails.

Amid the chickens in his country cot,
while gulping bourbon the pig-farmer writes
his scribble verse turns to an artless blot
and straight he gulps one more for his insights

Oh, detrimental muse of his confused,
absconding inspiration that evades
his talent which was alcohol-abused,
and like the content of each bottle, fades:

......Inspiring advent of a healthy burp
made pigs and chickens to comment "superb"!

© G. V. 06-27-2013 All rights reserved

Sponsor: Judy Konos
Contest Name: The Lazy Contest


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The Pooka

The moon is full and white, and chill, this night, 
it cascades past my open window sill, 
and all the color fades to dark from light,
a monochrome of gray which can't be stilled.

The armoire's shadow strays across the floor.
I watch it from within my canopy bed. 
as a nightmare gallops through my open door,
a Pooka* black as coal with eyes which bled.

Its jaw agape red gore froths from his maw,
and it slowly paws the cover from my bed,
a scream freezes in my throat to bird-like caw,
it dips for me to mount, as I am led.

Upon a demon spawn, I scour the moor
'til dawn descends to end this foul glamour.

6/7/13

*The pooka is a primarily a creature of Irish folklore. Considered to be both bringers of good and bad fortune. The creatures were said to be shape changers which could take the appearance of black horses.


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My Molly May

My Molly May

I had a little pony
I called her Molly May
So often I would venture out
And feed her bales of hay.

So then she’d frolic
Kick her heels up high
Round and round she would run
Looking sweet as she passed by.

She’d run until she was worn out
Then to the stable she would go
I’d bed her down then for the night
My love for her each day would grow

She was my, cutest Molly may
This pony always made my day.

25 September 2014


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Uplifting morn by the lake

 
Uplifting morn by the lake

As I sit here beside Lake Joondalup
With silent morn as yet not woken up
Green parrots sing from gnarled old wetland trees
As leaves they dance and whirl on the morning breeze.

A tiger snake he comes, a swimming by
As gulls they screech and fly into the sky
Two kangaroos, so big, and strong, and grey
They seem so happy on this perfect day

The air is filled with so much mystery
I sit and watch filled with serenity
As the sun peeps through the clouds there in the sky
From its orange hue, I hear a raven cry.

As Morning silence Fill’s my very soul
The dawn, arrives and make’s me feel so whole.

30 June 2014 @ 1432hrs.


For Elly's Sonnet contest.


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Cat

It is the laziest of all creatures, 
It could eat and eat filet all the day long. 
Investigative eyes is a feature, 
And it will sing to you its forlorn song. 

It will avoid you like the plague by day, 
Skulking, running, bounding, from room to room. 
By night it searches through the halls for its prey, 
The hunted will meet its impending doom. 

The whisper of whiskers against the door, 
Tip-toe, pitter-patter, sneakily creeps. 
All at once bounding across the floor, 
Whoosh goes the paw across the mouse hole deep.  

“Drat!” says the cat, missed the mark once again, 
Once more the mouse hunt will have to begin.


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A Stone in the Cold 4

The thicket moves, my aim must not waver;
with strengthened arms I bend my bow of yew:
My eyes pierce the brush, intent to savor
the sights of a good hunt, an arrow true.

The bracken parts, rattling, empty sighs;
My draw fingers quake from the constant chill.
My quarries' breath floats to the clouded sky,
my own breath muffled as I track my kill.

Overhead, an arrow in deadly arc
speeds toward the bear I'm seeking, still as stone;
A shadow moves, the arrow strikes its mark.
The hand that loosed the shaft was not my own.

I am a man shadowed; death comes knocking:
The hunter hunted; the past comes stalking. 


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'God's Good Earth': a condensed sonnet

The fierce, graceful tiger
(a fearsome, wild beast)
is not meant as dinner
for someone's lavish feast.
The giant, harmless whale
(a great, ocean mammal)
won't survive or prevail
against ruthless people.
All Earth's feral creatures,
of land, the sky, and sea,
are here as our teachers
and life's diversity.
   Save man's endangered worth
   and restore God's good Earth.



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HUNTED-- FOR CROWN OF SONNETS


We still face the test of absolute truth
As creatures of the wild roam on a vast field
The sun burning through their earthy pursuit
Within this mind, a darkened haze concealed.

I watch their shadows, deepening a leer
My fingers grip waiting for the  light of dawn
While mossy scent pervades on woods’ frontier,
Restraining a planned scheme as moon grows long.

Daylight wakes and I seek the open trail
Across the range, a moose nibbles on weeds
It’s curve -like silhouette fine like handrail
Now, desire for prey claims a game sullied.

Then noises ring, and noises ring again
Deafening the echo of silent  glen.


............................
Seven Stones in the Crown & other Gems 
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
by nette onclaud


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ONE LEGGED BIRD

one-legged-bird stands stressless  
heron shows no restlessness 
one momentum of movement
unheralded inducement 

nature's  fair plan will reveal 
my goldfish goal of his steal
with a fish he will abscond 
leaves frostbitten edge of pond

the moment is  history
shocking feelings felt lively 
my goldfish – our ponds first fish 
ending life on heron's dish 

no moments to wave goodbye
goldfish airborne sky high 

©Ellie Daphne

Note - I have re-written the earlier version into this sonnet.


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All About the Spider

One thing that spiders always love to do Spin their webs of mastery just for you Beauty of their fine, silvery web strings Holding each drop of water in its rings The center holds the granddaddy of all Creator of this masterpiece installed He sits just waiting for the naive bug Then he kills it with his engrossing drug The spider can build this web in one night Some webs are quite the incredible sight Web makes it through many types of weather Even powerful storms could not bother Spider spins all of its webbing just right Web and spider work together with might
Russell Sivey Contest: Along Came a Spider...... Sponsor: Suzanne Delaney 6/2/2013


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Pretty Pets

I've had many pets in my life.
Right now two cats and I abide
In my small house the size for us,
But I can't let this pair outside.
They're feral cats that I rescued
When wild coyotes invaded nests.
Wild coyotes on our rich farm land
Have become real cat-nab pests.

A neutered tom and spayed kitty
Have the full range of my loved home.
Their antics keep me entertained
And none of us now care to roam.
They run and play amicably
And gladly share their lives me. 

11/16/2014


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Tanya

 
She stalks the garden looking for a feast Once she gets one, she can bite or incite Gaze into her playful eye for instance Quickly am caught in her magical trance. As the sun sets, she comes out of her den Cycle of life goes on from dusk to dawn Espoused to live by the light of moonshine With nocturnal visits of joy consigned She’s the lower cavum nester’s delight And don’t excavate her own nesting site Managing for food and warmth for winter Taking vantage of other’s living quarters. Known over the world, a flying squirrel As dawn breaks she plays in dim auroral.
============================= Dr. Ram Mehta Fifth Place Win Contest: Impress Me (Sonnet)by Giorgio V.


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Lilac Colored Butterflies

Flying from the deep blue sky up above Lilac colored butterflies come evolve Encircling me and my delighted trees There's no greater beauty than what you see All have brightened at the sight of nature I don’t think that there’s a better answer Trees alight to the wonderment therein Delightful presence as breeze on the skin The cloudless sky keeps firm its blue color And the grass holds its ground, we all want more The birds take flight into the bright cool air Shadows of them skirt the floor everywhere Nature, a wondrous sight each time you see You just have to get out to find it’s free
Russell Sivey


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Post coitum omne animal triste est, sive gallus et mulier

Post coitum omne animal triste est, 

             sive gallus et mulier*

 

Yes, no cockerel who rules the cackling roost

   Will stomach slander from Latin master;

But who will stand aside and let the ghost

   Of hints slur old motherhood’s register.

Manhood must of needs hang its head in pain

   After all the sweat and toil in loins of love;

After millions of squiggly soldiers in vain

   Drop their lean tails at the egg wall alcove.

Only the fool who dares call woman’s bluff

   Shall learn hard way positions in bedstead;

Virile pride will sink in the depths of fluff

   While smooth gym-trained muscles rage instead.

   As they say hereabouts sur le vieil Continent

   La différence, Mon Sieur: lip’s shade content.

 

·     * “After the sexual encounter every animal is
grief-stricken,
excepting the cock and the woman.”

 

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2005-2012. From the collection:

Poems Omega Plus, 2005. Rev. 2012.


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Leviathan

Great barnacled leviathan of the deep
  Do on shifting pelagic currents forge:
From the shadows rolling giant lids peep
  In chase of fish, of squid, of krill to gorge.
Beneath the waves in echolocation
  Breaching bulls and cows dive the feeding pod,
And from the depths of ocean migration
  Lie in wait the harpooner's deadly prod!
Now age-old haunts and breeding grounds die out,
  But not the chilling whalesong far reaching:
Only cavernous mouths unmade to shout
  Trapped by time and tide on remote beaching.
Cease the killing hunt and let us atone
The ancient catch of oil, meat, and whalebone.




July 1992


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The Adventures of Plow

Part I – Plow’s New Home

He was squiggly and fat with dark round eyes.
The auctioneer held him up, but no ayes!
HE MUST HAVE BEEN ABLE TO READ MY MIND.
Five dollars, do I hear $10? …. A real find!

 “He won’t get much bigger than he is now.”
My ticker was beating faster and how!
I held up my card; my heart did a jig.
Before I knew it, I had bought the pig.

Ruth had a cage; so we brought the boy home.
He was so much fun and he loved to roam.
Each morning, Plow would follow me around.
Rooting under bushes where snacks were found.

Plow worked in the garden everyday.
But then one day, the boy ran away.

Part II – Plow’s First Adventure

My heart was sunken and my fear took flight.
He was growing bigger, a yummy sight.
Suppose he had wondered deep in the woods.
Or worse yet, plundering the neighborhoods.

I loved that pig and his little pig snout.
Apple in my hand; Plow would take it out.
Sometimes the dog would race him for the find.
The pig and the dog seemed to share one mind.

What would Ginger do without her pig friend?
After three days gone, would our sad hearts mend?
He had grown so fat, safer if thinner.
I prayed to God he would not be dinner.

Riding to town down the winding dirt road,
We saw Plow confined; good fortune bestowed.

Part III - Courting the Sow	

Down the way, there lived a pretty pink sow.
She must have been shocked when she first saw Plow.
He was eighteen inches long, not at all tall.
Yet, there he was flirting her in her stall.

The sow was huge, ready for the slaughter.
My piglet had roamed and become a squatter.
The landowner said his sow was in heat.
And there stood Plow with his head at her feet.

High ambitions for a pot-bellied pig,
He went half a mile for his courtship gig.
Running through the woods, he wanted to stay.
But we caught him and took him home that day.

We had to build him a special pigpen.
His days of free roaming came to an end.	

November 13, 2014

P.S.  Thanks for the Contest!  I've finally started my book, today.  This is a true story...and there is much more to come.  Big Smiles.


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Of Lust and Dissipation

A Spenserian Sonnet
(Mr. Snake falls in love with a garden hose)

Today I slithered up a grassy hill,
wet from the creek and eager to explore.
The urge to snare a mate devoured my will,
could not this be the day for me to score?

I spot you there beside the garden door, 
your slick green shape pervades my hungry sight.
Your golden head criss-cross my eyes before
your trim tight coil peals visions of delight.

Yet when I push my moves into the light
your body squirms and grows before my eyes,
and dread arises in a burst of fright.
You spit at me in angry spurts, surprise

me with a gush of clear and liquid spray,
while I make haste to scuttle fast away.


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Lambs at Play

Joyfully the lambs bucked leaped and sprang
full of merriment with life and freedom
a lush green meadow for them and mustang
the maiden walking towards them buxom

Carrying buckets of pellets for them
running towards her hopping and skipping
in their excitement and causing mayhem
listen to them do you hear their bleating

Nightfall is fast approaching soon be dark
slowly the lambs return to their mothers
the ram watches over them like a monarch
he will keep them safe from any ambushers

Now night has fallen peace and quiet reign
just the whisper of the wind through the grain


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Camoflage

(A Blank Verse Sonnet)

The moon creeps through the barnyard's busy night
where ducks chase bugs on top of pond's still face
and mother hides her chicks beneath the barn
with clucking sounds to warn and soothe them still.

A pair of marbles shift from side to side.
From shadows they emerge with dry mouth thirst
to trot toward the water's edge and drink
with thoughts of rabbit-fare a fading dream.

But ducks in statue stance evade their doom
as coyote splashes in the cool, wet pool
and drinks his fill before he hunts again.

The Goddess of the moon-lit summer sky,
calls forth the clouds to move beneath the moon
and hides the swimmers in the ripple's ruff.



 


 



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Requiescat for Izaiah Herbst' Briton Riviere Free Poetry Contest

Requiescat     for Briton Riviere Free Poetry Contest 

a paladin placed upon a bier
passed away in his armored harness
his gundog a statue of allegiance
and his  unarmored musketeer

sustained guarding his lord and master
his brown eyes so sad but riveted 
reflecting his utmost intense sorrow
and his absolute disaster

grievous gundogs' breath at nose' length
near to his masters' unarmed cold hand
only waiting for the requiescat
eternity unites their strength

the  masters' voice silenced for ever 
with his gundog on eternal endeavor 


http://www.raphaelgallery.org/painting-Briton%20Riviere-Requiescat-69652.htm


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Consolation

He has been beside me for fourteen years Compassionate and wise, he always cheers Once, as a puppy, he played happily An older dog, he’s a sleeping beauty He snuggles close to me when I’m sleeping Always aware that we’re both now ageing Giving up longer walks for shorter treks Growing old, it seems, is a bit complex He still wags and nags for bits of good food Hoping for the bites that I always stewed He has his treats, his sleep and he is loved More than words could reveal he’s beloved With all of my heart and all of my soul I love this little guy who's my console
Pets Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton Date: November 21, 2014


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Panthera Tigris

To them most stealthy, most noble, most fierce,
  Chased and trophied by a mightier foe;
Striped jungle beast leaping whose time is less -
  O white coated emperor in the snow!
Now 'tis the hunter turned hunted great cat
  Whose lone prowl is driven to higher ground,
But this I shame to hear, and more than that,
  No man should follow where Tigers are found.
The ghost of legend in the forest cage
  Will not save or give us back to cherish;
'Tis the irony of our futile age,
  For that which makes you great makes you perish!
A world without all is a world less grand,
And I mourn the Tigers in Tigerland.


                   -----------------

Dedicated to all those unsung people who
Protect and preserve the natural world.

February 1991


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Spirit Wind

(A Cornish Sonnet)

Behold new green enchants the distant plain,
where once the hooves of hundreds thundered on,
as braves drew aim in hunger for those slain
and eagles soared aloft through purple haze.
In drumbeat's pulse, flames flickered near the dawn,
outlining dancers shadowed in the blaze.

Where spirit wind played priest to man and beast,
a pale moon's face exposed betrayers' lies, 
and red man's rage clawed forth to find release.
Dry dust storms swept the ranchers' dreams aside;
throughout the land echoed the victims' cries,
in land that once ramped up a home-born pride.

Behold new green enchants the distant plain,
where spirit wind played priest to man and beast.

cfa © 5/14/2010


    




  
   				


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A taste of karma

A taste of Karma

I saw, did I, a deer today
On a picture on the net
And what I saw I rather liked
It gave me no regret

A man with rifle in his hand
He lay beneath the deer
He’d been out hunting just for joy
But his face was filled with fear

It seemed to me like karma
That this man was lying there
The deer had got the upper hand
My heart was with the deer

I pity not those who destroy
God’s wild creatures, just for joy.

3 July 2014 @ 1000hrs



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Sleepless Safari

Aside from a shipbuilder of renown, 
Noah was a hunter of a new kind -- 
the first to capture and not “put-down” 
every land animal he could find.

And he determined the sex of each one 
so that when the time came to disembark 
none would be consigned to oblivion 
but could procreate when they left the ark. 

He was the world’s foremost zoologist a
nd surely the first floating-zoo keeper. 
He had to be quite an ecologist, 
but probably not much of a sleeper; 
two of every animal that crawls 
must have produced tremendous caterwauls.


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Persimmon Whiffler

(A Slant-rhyme Sonnet)
As autumn treads across our piebald patch,
she drops her frost to shelter, soft as wool, 
but brilliant blossoms curl in moonlight watch
and shrink beneath the snap of hoarfrost cool.

Then every critter lodged inside the farm
begins to hide a hoard of winter chow,
use nature’s fabric fluff to cradle warm
and stash in cache beneath the muted show.

Persimmon limbs are bowed with orange loot
which deer desire if hunger leaves them poor.
The frost has signaled time as under foot
true sweetness swells at autumn’s open door.

          I rush before the deer, with knife in hand
          to read the seed as weather forecast wand.


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Escape Hatch

(A Blank Verse Sonnet)

The moon creeps through the barnyard's busy night
where ducks chase bugs on top of pond's still face
and turtles wait in murky bottom's sludge
for tasty treats to float across their view.

A pair of mallards glide behind their young.
From shadows they emerge with watchful eye
while ducklings play in reckless, cheerful joy
and turtles watch as webbed feet paddle by

but ducks in statue stance evade their doom.
As turtle swims behind to snag a foot,
a large dark shape appears to thwart her aim.

The Goddess of the moon-lit summer sky
sends clouds to move beneath the moon's bright rays
and hides the swimmers in the ripple's ruff.




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Struggle for Rights

O’ Father, O’ dear Father, What do you know about God?
Please explain to me why do you have or I need my faith?
Where he lives in a hell or heaven why human has a myth?
Is he a Merciful, forgiveness or a kind-hearted Lord?
You have blessings and prayer, you know worshiping method,
Please explain me, why we need worshipping in what image?
A portrait, statue, wind, light, fire or a planet what range?
Is he a human, bird, animal or insect what colour of blood?

Why do I born human, why I having a struggle for rights?
Why am I against dictatorship if God is only superb?
Why human has different nature and fight for high heights.
Why is only human controlling why n’t animal deserve?
Hell is better or heaven, why is earth suffering for fights?
When I fall sick, what is a meaning of a best herb?