Best Hue And Cry Poems
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
Oh kelpie with your dripping mane
seducing valiant men of heart,
who by your spell would all be swain
and every sense in them, depart.
Why weep you by the loch and tide?
What brought you from your kelpie depth?
Sure no desire is kept aside
from your cold, illusory breath.
No longer do you haunt the bank,
but mourn a clever witch of wile
from whose enchanted cup you drank,
now captive to her charm and guile.
She'll bid you work a hundred years
in slavery chains for nigh
'til kelpie legend disappears
for proper penance, hue and cry.
*In Scottish folklore, a kelpie is a malevolent water spirit in the form of a horse.
Kelpies were believed to inhabit lochs and rivers, and to lure men to their watery graves
by transforming into beautiful women, once drowned the kelpie would then eat the victim.
The kelpie of this poem was the victim of a love enchantment, eagerly agreeing to a
lovesick life of slavery for penance of past misdeeds. Ha, whoever heard of a repentant, lovesick kelpie?
The majestic, strong-willed beauty I hardly know
Hued in perfection of limpid white, pink and yellow
Ever steady and loyal to the rich soil I’ve never sow
Rendering sweet bloom, even if, my summer waned
Alive always at the onset of rain…of sorrow and pain
At the lowest ebb of life, a smile, from you I truly gain
Nurturing in silence the swollen heart, again and again
Lovely charm of floral trumpet shaped lives, without me
In a tiny pot, but never raise a hue and cry, for me to see
Lonesome solitude, besetting her when cold winters pee
Yet, she keeps and maintains a rare elegance, just for me
So many jobs still to be done…but no one wants to do them
When someone else fills the spot…. the hue and cry arise
They take our jobs what are we to do.. we need money too
But when the jobs are available they look the other away
They look down their noses, I’m no slave they say
I won’t do a job for so little pay.
Well somebody’s got to do it..be his collar white or blue
But somehow it ends up in the hands of the blue.
Hooray blue collar workers that’s what I say
Be you masons or plumbers welders or garbage collectors
Without you we’d be living in derelict conditions.
A day of recognition… a word of appreciation’s
still less than you’re due
I wish you the best blue collar workers...your'e a wise
wonderful lot and true
Thanks for being you...thanks for all that you do
and may God Bless you.
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Holodomor Genocide
Native of Ukraine and Soviet Union,
Known once for my independence,
Was pitied tobrutal artificial famine,
Exporting our grain,and leaving us to die,
Declared Kurkul under Stalin's policy,
Shipped to remote uninhabited Siberia,
Left to die of famine,
I was one of the millions,
Once the landlords now riches to rags,
Ghost of hunger that engulfed us all,
Even our innocent kids,
Many nights of darknessand severe ache,
More in heart than in the stomach,
Sun brought no shine,
Zero hope as deathdanced around,
As if wolves driven from the woods,
We ate our own bodies,
Every moment souls died a new death,
Horrible Helplessness, hue and cry around,
Walking amongst corpses,
the good were first to die,
Cannibalism survived,
Could morals stay high ?
Survival a mystic miracle,
Made to deny any famine in public,
Robert conquest termed it 'Harvest of Sorrow'
Decree by Parliament proves it worst of genocide!
Written October 20th, 2014
On Holodomor In Ukraine in 1928
For contest' Genocide' by Cyndi Macmillan
Awarded 1st place
I want to go out in pouring rain
Take my umbrella for drops to run n drain
Hear a peacocock raise a hue and cry
Think the rain is nearby
Oh to to be drenched in rain
Me none can restrain
Pitter patter falll the drops
Outside the houses on the fields and the shops
I want to see people walking around run for shelter
Fearing it may be accompanied by haze pelter
See also fields soaked by the rain
Excess water running down the drain
Also find children out from school simply jump
Squeal and run around till into a teacher they bump
Find them soaked with rain enter their vehicals
Its tough time for those in spectacles
Will find them out ,soon as they reach home
Change clothes only again in rain to roam
When the sky gets clear and does stop
Out of their shelters the birds hop.
At the end of it all I'll look for a Rainbow
I'll be dejected for a while if it doesn't show.
Dissenters dominate the streets,
The public dominion of demonstrations.
This POTUS threatens military domination.
Just forget the pesky First Amendment.
Sowing seeds of civil war
The best path to reelection.
Yet remonstrations rally relentless,
One man’s terminal chokehold
A symbol of structural racism.
A metaphor for the socioeconomic suffocation,
The clamor and commotion
torn and tormenting in every town.
Protestors street hue and cry,
voices of the marginalized and forgotten .
A human chain of disputant dissentients,
Occupiers striking for a new order.
Rebels demanding
a new systemic justice.
The truth stood downcast in the lie,
thinking it was better this way;
time would, our feelings, nullify
and let the mem’ry fade away.
Silhouettes hugging on a pier
the truth stood downcast in the lie:
“I’ll be home soon, no need to fear”
And quiv’ring sobs, her sole reply.
Off to battle! By hue and cry,
we parted ways, this time for good.
The truth stood downcast in the lie:
"I cannot love you, as I should."
Locked in an unmarked, makeshift tomb
rampant regret, my lullaby…
upon her heart to ever loom,
the truth stood downcast in the lie.
8/18/16
Written for Contest: The Truth Stood Downcast In The Lie
Hosted by: John Lawless
Both Jing and Ling
Perfect match of nature
Are walking in Wuhan City,China
Have hand in hand
Before the king of death
The Corona Virus attacks on the city.
Unaware of dangers
From unseen little warrior
Smiling faces smile in spring of life.
But misfortune play game
And Ling caught by a dangerous flu
When they planned to manage life.
Multi , mass and print media
Were making hue and cry
The researchers and inventors
Raised their hands that the Virus
Can't be killed or defeat by
Present Vaccine and medicines .
Jing wants to hold Ling's hand
But scared girl say,
'don't touch me, friend '.
Do you know ? My dear
Virus spreads in touch
So keep four feet away, dear.
Ling wants isolation (quarantine)
Jing want close relation
Both are made for each other .
But a new enemies the covid 19
Originate fear ,conflict and debate
Where lovers exchange arguments.
Women are always right
So Ling won the Nobel fight
She was going to isolate
From her lovely soulmate
Desperate Jing prayed Flora
To bless and save life of lover.
She comes to bless
Have necter in golden honeycombs
Which is full of honey
To save Jing's honey
She want return promise from you
Nature, creature will live in harmony.
If you want to be winners
Against the king of death Covid 19.
Say Namste without sake hands
Keep distance and wash hands.
Luke warm water, turmeric milk
Practice Yoga to keep yourself at less risk.
Be aware ,Do aware
Stay home the few days
Be safe yourself and world from the ways.
All Mighty will help his sons and daughters
Keep patience and faith
The God is mighty then the demon virus.
You make the minutes dribble
Down the meanderings of time
First drizzling
Then dripping
In dribs and drabs
Then dropping
In driblets
That drain the hours
And drown the days
And I
With my drowsy eyes
My drifting mind
And shaking hand
Turn a deaf ear
To the hue and cry
To the whys
And the wherefores
of your fatal lure
For I have no time
To let go of you
And live my life
As you have already
eaten it up
AMONG THE TREES
Among the trees the storm’s a distant roar
As treetops thrash in fractious discontent
The dry leaves barely stir on forest floor
Adjacent worlds contrasting lives consent
And so in life we seek a shielding grove
Safe haven with world gales a distant sigh
Though should we a brief journey choose to rove
May find space torn in tempest hue and cry
How distant yet how near the chaos reign
How fragile therefore might our hedges stand
A genial forbearance cedes to bane
Complacent comfort truly a dead hand
The bounds of freedom, should they be neglected
Could we assume to live in realms protected
Makati, Philippines
Burg of hue and cry, lustily hairy gridlock of stiff mortals.
10.04.16
For Silent One's contest
"Where I Live One Liner"
a simple wish...
no fancy words
no more clever rhymes
no more slickly crafted verse
just a simple wish
to cherish the moments
in-between the hue and cry of this life
no more the dull-edged jab
no more the anger and the strife
a simple wish
beyond the wasted hours and the days and the blurry fears
a simple wish
of a simpler life
after all the bitterness of the passing years
and so
to retire from the hustle
to flee from the hollow wasted breaths that have been breathed
to bid the emptiness farewell
while
ushering in the new tomorrow
bathed in the soft glow of hope
and kissing adieu to all the hurt and all the doleful sorrow...
Form:
Man's last leg is hue and cry!
When baby he is man is the honey pot;
His forebears love him for what he will be.
When man is man he is a toast of all;
The World craves for him for what he can do.
But man's last leg stinks like rotten egg,
Like a leaked orange he is confined to dustbin.
His tears matter no more now he has nothing to offer.
Weep no more man your care is now my indulgence.
I shall build for you a castle in the town square,
Where with all your pairs you shall play with joy.
I shall cut your hair in due time and bath you in lavender and rosemarry.
I shall be your antenna when strolling side by side in the river bank
And you shall return to a table set with cake and coffee.
I shall cut new teeth for you to chew and keep your frame
And massage you left and right when your body aches.
I shall play for you the old tune you love to hear
And set before you the album of your sweet time past.
Cry no more man your qualitative life now is my indulgence.
When you puke like baby I will wash your with hissop.
I will dress you with pant and pampers to contain your drops.
I will pat you at back and allay your fear.
I shall conform with you in totality you have right to be old.
I shall respect your rights you are by no means less human.
Jan 29th,2015.
Clever words fly in quaint echoes,
Live in that spot with buzz and moan;
Aim for a high that grows and grows,
Urge for a plot when play sifts groans;
See surreal themes mock salient fact,
Touch feels so sore in vivid light;
Ride that strange dream that hides harsh tact,
Offer faint core in twinkling sight;
Preach if you must in hue and cry,
Hurl that bold flair that comes and goes;
Opt for a trust in profound sigh,
Be beyond airs in touchy show;
Instant the pitch of confused walk,
Attest to glitch where power talks.
Leon Enriquez
01 September 2015
Singapore