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Frozen pants dance stiffly
to the mad beat of sapless
drumsticks choreographed
by a wicked whimsy of the
winds baton. Birds cling
tightly knowing that if the
gale subsides for but a moment
they will fall over, be blown
like feathered fur balls on
lone unchartered trips. Cats
hiss in meek response to
whistling whine of wind’s
failed grasping at the trees.
Children pick up speed as
parents chase them through
the cyclones of debris
quick swept by nature’s
crazed custodian. Hats,
hang glide in mocking
merriment above the tousled
heads of their former captors.
Skirts balloon Monroe like,
fashion’s flair taking on airs.
Trash can covers play Frisbee,
as barrels beat steel drum staccato.
This wind, this rush of Winter
clearing the table, cleansing its palate,
preparing us for the next course.
John G. Lawless
1/25/2014
Flow of current
Till night his absent
Into the four wall room
Flow of current can't glow
Marriage at sixteen
Always favor of him
Blushes mind as in show
Compare with other
My husband is amicable
Always pour behavior agreeable more
So bearing children more
My family dances in street and court
No jealous if other duplicate.
Find me in the salt of your drifting tears,
deep chameleon waters of time lost-
Deluging and immersing in soaked fears,
while the ebb and flow of life pays the cost.
Second by second your timepiece appears-
Oh, count the years…
...may the current find me.
January 17, 2017
O' the case of Dorian
progressing through the sea,
battering the Bahamas
then shifting to a "three",
Have you seen the damage caused,
how islands lie in rubble?
Property and lives were lost
resulting from your trouble!
Now we wait so anxiously
to know the fullest measure
of this great calamity
ending in displeasure.
Soon will come the future day
when hurricanes desist.
Dorian, I'm pleased to say,
you will not be missed.
Sense current passes through
to the Brain's house
mind bulb lights on
voice seeking out
What is said there
after realization
happy sorrow all are
styled with passion
Sweet sour tastes named
to let us know with words
Mind feels real feeling
with own vibration
Shouting
Not dialogue
Defines the politics
Of our contentious leadership's
Approach.
It makes
No cents
At all .
The current presidential campaign seems asinine
For both candidates if elected promise all will be fine
Each runs down the other
Thus pertinent policy never given gesture
As we the people sip their political strychnine
Such a force is electricity
it's such a dangerous force
it can't be taking for granted
for it's a active living source
It's so much part of modern age
so many appliances we have nowadays
without electric power it be no use
many new inventions leaves one amaze
Remember my first job after school
electrical apprentice was my role
many a story I could tell
drove many up the pole
In these days caused many a shock
even myself was literally taken aback
such currents didn't taste too good
when left on floor on the rack
So the lesson is very clear
be very careful with electric
keep yourself far from it
it's current can make you sick!
(This is wriiten from my experience as Apprentice electrician in my first job where I was found out to be colour blind, this showed me to get a few shocks.)
When Hitler wanted to take over Austria
He didn’t have to employ the mafia,
Instead he slyly gave the people a big thrill,
By mandating a national health care bill.
He then became everyone’s hero,
Even if he was a big zero.
Great orators have consistently led nations,
Their passion and charisma met with ovations,
It didn’t make much difference what they said,
Once Truth and common sense were dead.
An alluring tide,
Kisses the unsullied beach:
Philandering surge.
Zambezi's strength rules
who can harness our river?
electricity from water?
Nyami, Nyami
Kariba Dam damaged
by six decades of water
the Tonga tribes celebrate
Nyami, Nyami
May 10, 2022
Joseph May's contest on Naani.
Two naani of 24 syllables each
current statements about currents
When the Kariba Dam was built on the Zambezi, the Tonga people had doubts.
The dam was built on gneiss and quartzite and is made of concrete — 80 feet at its thickest point. But over six decades of the waters' rushing through it, tumbling over it and crashing down on its other side have carved a pit at its base and erosion threatens its foundations. July 22, 2020
The very thought of a naani about Nyam Nyami sparked my muse.
It is the River God of the Tonga people.
Current Earth
~~~~~~~~~~~
Cirrus and Nimbus
Strata flora and fauna
Man versus machine.
Our riverbank launch at dawn
where dense forest chills the breeze,
where cottonwood leaves flutter like wings,
and weeping willow penumbras tease.
Glistening, rippling turquoise water churns.
Crystal swirling pools symphonic and aglow,
elliptic aluminum crafts coast over craggy stones,
riverbed scattered rocks gleam clearly below.
Current River splits between sandbar silt.
Our paddles sink through rivulet tug.
Meandering, twisting, converging again,
water sculpting limestone, granite, or sludge.
We drift into shallow magic ponds of quiet.
The sweet fragrant water lilies subsume us.
Along the bank, turtles cling to driftwood.
The rowing in this reverie is not arduous.
Another sunlit pool, a home for trout,
their waving shapes dart under shimmering stream.
Pausing our paddles, we heed distant water rush,
how ready are we for river rapid extremes?
Our canoes enter fast-breaking flows.
Frantic, we navigate dead trees and rocks.
The roller coaster of white waves propels
past vague landscapes and distant crow squawks.
One canoe capsized where river sharply bends.
Lifejackets on, other canoeists to the rescue,
all the cooler food, a gift to the river.
Sleeping bags turned sponges; no one argued.
The canoe water finally emptied; we resume.
Each winding channel, a chapter in our allegory,
musky, muddy scents and echoed whippoorwills entrancing.
The bold beam of afternoon dims into dusk’s glory.
We camp on a sandbar under night bouquets of stars,
our trip has just begun: our quest must take us far.
Accepted for Publication, 11/2023: PoetrySoup Anthology Vol. III
Reflections on the Important Things
A Current Event Haiku
A current event;
On it, my money I spent,
Until it is gone.
Judged by jury
On all the things that I did,
And I flipped my lid.
They had sealed my doom;
Inn did not have any room;
Took me to my tomb.
Then it was three days
And whole world, I would amaze;
By God, I was raised.
To me, it all sounds perfectly
clear and can relate to.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
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