In its place, not on a cart,
rutted and mixed with dung;
consistent too, in its purpose
as it was when the world was young.
No shame attached that from it came
fell man who disobeyed.
Man, who needed an ark and law;
who brought the curse and strayed.
The ox had stumbled in the mud;
the ox who pulled the cart,
which, though brand new and garlanded,
should not have played a part
in returning the holy object;
and as it slid to fall to the road,
Uzzah thought his hand more pure
and reached to steady the load.
Profane flesh touched pure gold
instead of wet chaste earth;
when a man thought too much of himself;
too much of his own worth.
He died right there with good intent,
and cheering turned to mourning
when mud was better than man
and God gave us His warning.
If ever plans went horribly wrong - it's now,
because we're killing each other, non-stop
anyhow;
perhaps we should make the plan as it began,
with amazingly no spiritual ruling if we can.
Trump could be Noah - must be having a laugh,
he might say that : 'We're having no bloody giraffe,
no lions or monkeys, none of those brown guys,
Mexicans or Canadians,' well - is that a surprise?
He could send out Elon to cut down some trees,
with that chainsaw and Kamala on her knees,
could be an instant healthcare plan you could afford,
give him any bull and he'd throw you overboard.
No more world cup or Greenland invasion -
perhaps he might be sensible with some persuasion.
Lousy cruise is finally over.
We didn't visit a single freakin' island.
Should have gone Peak Season.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
POTD November 19, 2025
One couple of days ,Noah brought paired creatures away from storm,
Sailed to far Zambia where wife's shape got deformed
With nothing to frolic, mute and blind romped, amidst highflood's rush,
Animals played good good lovin' in darkened hush...
Babies born by leaps , four blind mice became witnesses in the the Ark
Wife kept her own kiddy bump, stayed dumb, yet how can they embark?
Heaven shocked," on the list,we forgot the procreation supply,
Keep the new flock, mute Noah, did I say go forth and multiply?'
There was once a dashing lad
from the mid-coast of Maine
who courted a comely duchess
from the Westerly. Now, Maine is
two lands off from the Westerly
which is a province under
its own sovereign rule, on an Island
named Rhode, but they rescued
what desperately needed to be loved
in the other’s marrow, each
of their own souls being so rare
and wanting over a great big sea.
The lad, a sailor by making,
and she, a re-claimer of lost species,
returned to their clutch after his
bucket-driven crossing from Spain,
--just like in flat world days--
until both were discovered,
and their home now together
has become the un-floating Ark
of the critters---those stripes
of the in-danger and wanting
--of shells, scales, and fur--
all-a -woof and mewing,
plodding and crawling,
scratching in their own
--singular--
language at the door,
all in need
of a roof.
My mind is on red training wheels
Muse is gone and I’ve got a thrill
In writing about shouting daffodils
Moving around never staying still
Lost in thought a fun place to be
With original parts wonderful dreams
The art of heavy hearts creating
The next Noah’s ark in valley green
And they’d say you’re manic and mad
Why build an ark in valley green grass
They’d pick and jest with jubilant laugh
But time will tell and dispel peach path
An Ark was made by human hands
Constructed precisely to His plans
A seat with golden angels on the ends
Hovering above He directs their wends
For centuries with the tablets in place
His commands disregarded in disgrace
Since many forgot the covenant made
It was taken away, its memory to fade
But in time a new thing shall be upon the earth
God has created a woman, His Son to give birth
A living ark from conception, denoted with grace
For His Son to be incarnated, in the human race
(Dedicated to Sniffers.)
We are All animals, humans too
every One of us, me and you
God breathed life into Adam and Eve,
into each creature. Atoms unperceived
The animal kingdom is the Kingdom of God:
A harmony without heirarchy, below and above
All dogs go to heaven because all of us do,
every Soul returns to the Creator anew
They said this strange man ate his squirrel:
such a lovely arboreal rodent, a creature that nibbles.
First he eats its legs, then its body,
but omits the heart. That is precious.
What? We do not eat a squirrel?
Boiled, broiled, roasted or raw? With sprinkles?
There are strange people who choose
certain creatures of fur. But never one that gnaws?
And those spirited, spunky sprinkles?
There are strange folk who resist a pitter-patter,
with or without a squirrel, whether it be boiled or broiled,
even roasted or raw - without those sprinkles
and, of course, those spatters.
There are funny folk.
They don’t eat an arboreal gnawer?
And do we think of Gnawer and his ark - with squirrels?
So odd how we ponder
on creatures of fur, with or without
those spirited, spunky sprinkles.
Brains do the oddest of things.
(20 Sep 2024)
Animals, .... Animals,
Near Noah's Ark!
Which One's That Moo,
And Which One's That Bark?!
Animal's Animals,
Short And Tall;
Noah's Ark, Noah's Ark,
God, Saved Us, .... All!
People are going
To the mountain seek refuge
Due to city flood.
Noah loaded great beasts on an ark
and cleaned messes from morning til dark
But a man's gotta eat,
so he feasted on meat
and at least he had less to dis-bark!
The 9th descendant of Adam
He lived during a disaster he couldn’t fathom
He was chosen by God, contrary to fantasm
And lived nearly 1,000 years, transcending a phantom
Surviving the storm from the flood in the chatham
Alluding to events which form a chiasm
Including leading his ark, including the bantam
Following the flood water hitting the stratum
Weathering through the mark of wrath, events are not random
A confirmation of benevolence interpreted through oppression of Canaan
While Ham leaves a curse on Noah’s son Canaan
To forever integrate with the Biblical datum
Ark sailing on water surface
Bigger, larger than Titanic's face
All aboard are devouts of race
Racing for the holy shroud of ace
Ace of holiness and grace
Sent with Almighty's trace
Symbol of faith, not craze
Ark of the faithful of maze
There was a man named Noah
Who the Lord found favour
He told Noah to build an ark
Many said he had gone crazy
He spends all day at this park
Living out their days being lazy
God said bring your family in
There are few of you who hate sin
Two of each living animals shall come
For they do not like what this has become
The rain came for forty days
Noah was glad that he would pray
For he knew these guest had over welcomed their stay
For his ark was the only thing to remain
After the water flooded to remove the stains
To start over with a new beginning
That Jesus might come for soul winning
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