Who Killed First?
If it happened that there was no Fall,
Then altered would be the nature of all
Things.
Does it mean that birth would be painless?
Because if no fall, then Eve was blameless.
And what of the serpent condemned to crawl?
Would it still have legs and walk with a spraul?
Maybe the snake would still walk,
But no babies for Eve, at sex she would baulk.
Being an innocent, she knew not of sex,
So that would not matter, it isn’t complex.
Vegetarians they’d all be,
And never want to see,
The killing of an animal for food or glee.
But keep in mind, the first to kill,
Was God, Himself. It was His will,
To cloth the people that He policed,
But did not care anything about the beast,
He killed.
Are you still thinking of the girl you left behind
You played cupid with her heart
Forget your plan nothing lasts forever
Life is a stream of change
You baulk at the loneliness now
You may be a muse one day
I know you had to leave,
you wished I had stayed
Sure-footed on rugged hill
Likes life on mountain range
Rolling grassland fits the bill
Short horns reveal their age
Ovines in endangered stage
Males change from Brown, grey to black
Deft climbers blend with rock
Bristly manes, white saddleback
Female has agile walk
Dusky females never baulk
Feeds on various grass, leaves
Spots danger to snort, run
Predators - tigers, dholes, wolves
Humans poach, shoot for fun
Human deeds have their life done
Will you ever come to talk
Like we used to, face to face?
Or it looks like endless baulk?
Shrouded in saving grace
You prefer to seize each day
Like a ball falls in the pocket
Expectations fit the game
And you never think to talk it
But if only you would listen
A tad closer to the birds
Not a sound you find missing
They are chirping all the words
And their language, full of vowels
Decorates the morning air
While you watering the flowers
Moving out the empty chair
Death Arrives on Earth
Who Killed First?
If it happened that there was no Fall,
Then altered would be the nature of all
Things.
Does it mean that birth would be painless?
Because if no fall, then Eve was blameless.
And what of the serpent condemned to crawl?
Would it still have legs and walk with a spraul?
Maybe the snake would still walk,
But no babies for Eve, at sex she would baulk.
Being an innocent, she knew not of sex,
So that would not matter, it isn’t complex.
Vegetarians they’d all be,
And never want to see,
The killing of an animal for food or glee.
But keep in mind, the first to kill,
Was God, Himself. It was His will,
To cloth the people that He policed,
But did not care anything about the beast,
He killed.
I adored your shape as a bottle of red wine,
But, close to spirit, you are the larger words and straight lines,
Thus crashing between logic and sense,
Whereas you, have been sold your soul to dark side.
There’s a commoner who cried to the cruel nature,
Who doesn’t appreciate the hunk’s armature,
Behold the truth, of the words, from the madman
Who talks with the tense of being mature:
“Being mature, is turning the mirrors
Into the windows.”
I been not to hesitated to searching truth,
As I look at the abstruse words of a tooth,
You never learn how to baulk or fend off the climature.
Alas, my fellow arch-pessimist,
Whom hither the gray zone, thither the lebensgefahr.
Badly needed Man to grab knowledge
He would forever count a privilege
But for the quest chose A Trusted Back Door,
For Adam might baulk or The Idea floor…
So, Smart Satan as Serpent just excelled
And Two Nudists to Beings with some Shame sailed,
In ushering Judgment-Pronouncing God:
“Dust you are, Adam”, as He swung His Rod.
At Eden Satan brightly taught Teachers
Reduction of Class Size for control
And a need to damn The Role of Preachers
Or all efforts on fire with petrol:
The Best Class one started with Questions,
Handy instructional Materials:
The Fruit to be eaten, no more questions
While steps taken had better be serial…
Class Size reduced for David’s count of Jews
Before he found out it was Bad News…
Satanology premised on Man
Shows he could Man drive like Ambulance Van.
You’d moved round and it wasn’t A Catwalk
And your bare back arched and I didn’t talk
The worst vomiting and I didn’t sulk
And at me, missiles fired to baulk
But tell me if I did yell or baulk?
A right you have to strip body bare
But I will see nothing of The Rare,
Always self lending to abhorred boasts
While you aren’t a sought subject of toasts …
Those who are after fame not deserved
Shall a way find to be just reserved.
Hop hon, hopscotch.
Having fun lives.
The balance lives.
Baulk Than-Than Baulk Poetry Contest
Sponsor charles messina
December 30, 2020
When it is night,
and the light out;
cat fights begin !
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November 24, 2020
Poetry/Than-Baulk/The Night Cat
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1307-276-24
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, Than-Bauk Me
sponsor, Charles Messina, Judged 12/4/20
Third Place
Fastidious gildings must dot your mien:
Sizzling lips that ooze unbridled charm,
And a neck sleekest with angelic luster
To daze the eye and sun a smitten arm.
Still deeper graces beyond corporeal eye
Shall your gold’s stoutest bulwarks prove:
A mind pliable into another’s loftier ideal,
A heart malleable to wit’s forging groove.
A full stock of sly eccentricities to baulk
Pert overstepping darts round the clock;
And a placating vocular chime that tells
Time’s tick better than poor-piping bells.
A hope that dares azure's illest signs;
Turning gaffes into leaps onto higher
Insights purer than filtered science,
Dwarfing Fate and her fiendish fire.
And shall all these bejeweled traits
Sure lie within one maiden’s tastes,
And finally match the magic gleams
Of that fairy gal I see in my dreams?
~In kind two young boys watched
They spy on the corner;
As baulk and walked;
then escorted a wheelchair elder;
Across a busy traffic intersection;
With a smile store clerk to my surprise gave me aisle directions;
Such a sport full of kindness and support soft talk;
A mother in the park; On a mid morn walk;
While in a carriage her baby girl;
With nothing but goodwill on their mind;
So little tender-hearted and pure;
Three persons in kind;
generous, gentleness;
concerning, tenderness, selflessness;
These are just a sample of humanity,
kindnesses I've witnessed in many accompany;
Kindness comes, kindness goes;
But kindness a verb and should always be shown;
6/10/20
Brian's Select A, Any Form, Any Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
The ice broke, pond
what's beyond.. Guy,
hair blonde...cold stiff
January 27, 2019
Contest: Than Baulk
Sponsor: Charles Messina
January 27, 2019
Contest: Than Baulk
Sponsor: Charles Messina
We embarked upon a voyage
across the stormy Irish sea
The ship’s known as the ‘vomit comet’
please don’t throw up if you sit next to me!
I can cope with dirty diapers
and don’t baulk at the sight of blood
but when it comes to dealing with vomit
I’ll confess that I’m no bloody good!
Written after a short break in the UK
9/24/18
When I see a king prawn in its shell
Some vomit I want to expel
This fish food I despise
With ten legs and two eyes
It’s really my idea of food hell!
I baulk when a king prawn is peeled
and that witchetty grub is revealed
It makes me feel sick
I look away quick
My disgust just cannot be concealed!
My Blue Cheese is Contest
Sponsored by Kevin Shaw
07/01/18
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