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Knee Deep In N'Awlins

tempest stomps her feet
as she shakes her liquid skirt
knee deep in N'awlins

Running Tide

Knee deep in surf
The water clung to her
Changing silk gown
To wrinkled shiny  skin
Never had I envied ocean water so
But then t'was I who'd let her go
Drowning in green eyes
With fear of clinging ties
Holding me back

Premium Member Goethe's Path

I once stepped into a labyrinth, that grew upon the crest

The unraveled trail through silver pines, where ferns and grasses wept,
Where birdsongs rose, from scattered boughs, and echoed to the west

Moss grew to warm each foot with jade, while solemn trees had slept
--

I remember how the stately timbers, had leaned against the sky

I stood knee-deep in ancient times, my heart was on a quest
to riddle through the forest's mind, into a honeycomb of sighs

Each spire grew from sod and loam, and branches fell to rest 

--
Shards of sun, bright fingerlings, had haloed 'round my head

Sparks shaved and thinned, by silver limbs, would reach to catch the sun,
Like candles tall, along the trail, the dust burned rust and red

It bounced with light, off fragile lattice, webs, and laces, spun

--
Asylum blessed, so undisturbed, exquisitely serene

My famished eyes were wide with awe, but yet was not my home
Beneath each leaf, beneath each limb, were tiny worlds unseen

With cushioned steps, I walked with care, for this was sacred loam







_______________________________________________
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Lost In the Backwods

Took a trip off the beaten path.
Nothing modern in site.
Knee deep in the woods and to scared to laugh.

Blew a tire.
Met some dude that said something about my mouth.
He did admire.

So I ran in fear.
Till no longer him and his brothers dueling banjo
I could no longer hear.

So deep in the forest far from the city and familiar hoods.
Somebody save me.
Cause im lost in the backwoods.

Screamed like a girl when something 
moved near me.
Didnt  realize  it was a rabbit.
Now im stuck up a dam tree.

Hit the ground running  screaming like a banshee.
Thorns in my side twiggs in my hair.
Tore my britches.
And left something expossed I really wish wasnt  bare.

I herd a voice yell fool I fixed your flat tire.
I felt like a moron hiding in poisen ivy.
With my skin on fire.

Looking like a half naked wildman I stummbled 
back to my car.
Threw the guy a tweenty and said.
Now point me to the closest
bar.

Rhyme Time Iii - Death

Are there robins hopping my frozen ground?
Sound of widowers voices all around.
Chilled to the bone, I make nary a sound.
My suit and tie are not keeping me warm.

Icy northern winds blowing in a storm,
I'm not feeling myself, out of the norm.
I feel my eyelids, the icicles form.
In the distance I hear taps being played.

Silent sobs emitted, my nerves are frayed.
Even in knee deep snow they knelt and prayed.
But there's nobody home, I am afraid.
I am not here, only my thoughts remain.

Taps is finished, such a solemn refrain.
Maybe it's me, am I going insane?
One mirror glance and I'd suffer disdain.
Someone has stolen my salt-pepper locks.

Moths have digested my Christmas wool socks.
Someday I will think outside of this box.
Wake me up if opportunity knocks.
Are there robins hopping my frozen ground?


Written 12/23/2017
Contest:  Rhyme Time III
Host:  Laura Loo

Puzzle

Hmm 
What is life ? some say life is a puzzle and I ask is it one we will ever complete?

Huh? Tell me will the puzzle ever be complete because I know and you know you can't just go in a store and buy the pieces in a box all pretty and neat.
 For these pieces people compete they don't just open a box and pour the pieces on a table and sit in a seat while munching on sweet treats!

They walk roads nebulous and rocky until they get blisters on their feet 
Rent has to be paid two jobs three kids and they still have to eat!

They try to keep their minds neat even though their knee deep and bound 
For defeat they continue to dig deep.

The pieces for this puzzle isn't cheap! Some pieces you throw away some
Pieces you keep but some pieces you hold in your hand and contemplate 
Without sleep! Some pieces might cut you inside and the wounds are 
Root deep.

I saw my mother bleeding I held her  face and said you need sleep she 
Said you know son that's the only time everything seems complete! 
She dropped some tears and walked away it reminded me of a rainy 
Day I grabbed her and said everything is going to be ok she said I know
The Lord is going to make a way but we just get emotional when he takes
Away so we break away those pieces he hides and temporarily takes-away!
 
We try to regain it because of our thirst it makes it worst instead of 
Our power we should make his first.

What is life? Some say a puzzle and it is complete all we have to do 
Is keep it neat but because of the devils deception we suffer blindness
And defeat . Let The Lord complete your puzzle  you just keep it neat.

Put aside your footsteps and let The Lord plant his feet don't walk
Ahead but walk with in his trail and you will never fail on the road to 
Victory you will sail  and when you fall don't cry to hard you
Might drown his voice instead give praise and rejoice and he will guide
Your choice. 

At the end your puzzle will be complete so hard so easy so soft so bitter sweet 
But with The Lord you can keep it neat.

By: Elliott Bowe aka the DrUnKeN PoEt


Poetry Grass

I blow here in the prairie wind,
A grass that seems to have no end.
A pheasant asked me yesterday,
"How long you been here would you say?"
I scratched my blades and said, "Who knows?
Ten thousand years or more, I s'pose."
An' then the bird said,"If you please-
When were you really most at ease?"
I laughed at that, the way grass does,
That sounds somewhat like bees abuzz.
Then said,"That's easy friend, why shucks,
Between fences and pickup trucks!
The fences stopped the thunderin' herd,
An' no trucks were yet to be heard.
It was so peaceful, full of hope,
I was knee deep to antelope."
All that thinkin' got me upset -
I told that bird the trials we'd met!
"The Humans talk with grief an' scorn
Of long gone Bison and Longhorn -
Listen, pheasant, and I will tell,
The Buffalo can burn in Hell!
An' Longhorn meat will surely make
A big fat piece of butcher's steak!"
Well, I was through and I calmed down -
The Pheasant, nervous, looked around.
Said," I been eatin' a little seed."
I laughed, said,"Friend, take all you need!"

April 29, 2016

Premium Member Feeding the Ducklings

An only child on grandpa’s farm
I idly dream my days away
in hidden nooks or wooded glades
where elves and fairies go to play.

I race the wind in open fields
in shades of yellow and plush green;
supine I lie watching the clouds,
pick out blue patches in between.

I chase the pigeons, shout in glee
at lazy goats and grazing sheep.
Beside the lake I sail my boat
and in the water go knee deep. 

Sometimes I fish with homemade rod;
that’s when the ducks come in a flash.
I give them bread out of my bag,
with cries of joy they quack and splash.

The ducks and I get on so well,
our days are spent without a care.
We have become the best of friends.
It’s love for nature that we share!

Snowy Day

Knee deep in snow I walk.
 Listening to the wind 
In the trees, flying 
snow everywhere. 
 Silent the sound. 
Just the rustling 
 of tree limbs flying snow.

 I walk through the forest 
cleansing my my mind. 
Squirrels in the trees 
chattering at my presence. 
 Crows in the sky, 
not a cloud In the scene. 

Further I walk,
 heading for the pond. 
 A red Fox crosses my path.
 Beautiful! 

Virgin snow I plow through.
 I float away in the world that I'm in. 

The pond now in sight 
I ponder the scene. 
 Wind whipping the snow 
across the pond,
huge snow monsters 
I can see.


 Stepping onto the ice 
cracking 
 sounds can be heard.
 I step back, 
deciding a better path 
I need find.

 I return home 
to the sounds of the day,
 cold and refreshed. 
 
Sitting by the fire, 
hot chocoholic In hand. 
 Reflecting and smiling 
 at my time in the woods.
© Jg Collins  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member The Pipe

The Pipe
(irrigation)

I am a city girl, 
I have never,
until now…

Ridden a horse across the desert, 
held a tarantula for longer than…
five minutes, 
used an incubator to raise chickens,
helped keep track of puppies (twice),
cut tails and sewed them like material. 
keep fish in a pond, raised just to eat,
and my garden is not organic, 
it is simply blessed.
I bought, fixed and "care for"..., 
my Own John Deere…Riding Tractor. 

This is not a boast. 

I have crawled under houses, 
into attics, painted barns and chased a PIG!
The rooster would not quit crowing. 
The altogether too close neighbor did the same.
Oh…
and the rain was coming down
in the middle of the front room, 
inside. 

While on the outside…

I, was knee-deep in water. 
Not from above, although he lent a hand. 
The corner of the yard. That mysterious place.
Behind a tree, a stump and two bushes. 
It came from there, like the flood of Noah. 
Now a gaping hole, where the river came to visit. 
Fast and slow, in and out everywhere. 
The middle of the night…

The top and I, do battle. 
Cold and merciless… I shake, freezing. 
I will win. Stop the gush, in a rush. 
I am a city girl…
But I am a warrior.
© Ann Foster  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member My Scarlet Woman

Amongst the oaks and the maples and shrubbery so green
Runs a translucent flow, a stream so pristine
It's meandering contours hugging the land
Takes me back to the day, we met unplanned

The sky was pale blue on this hot summers day
Cotton wool clouds in mesmerising display
It's as if you could reach out and brush with your hand
This candy floss coating ceiling our land

Many meadows I walked through capturing the sounds
Listening to her marvels in cinema surround
Technicolour rainbows so radiant to the eye
Such beauty in nature, understandably why

I reach the turn-style that leads to the forest walk
Listening to the breeze through the trees as if they talk
These pillars of stature, as old as grandfathers years
Many stories they could tell, that would bring you to many tears

As I stroll through the leafy lanes, mapped out over many years
Trampled underfoot by it's inhabitants, badgers and beautiful red deer
I now reach the stream as I follow it's meandering flow
To a pool at it's end where past maidens bathed in glow

My ears now pick up sounds of singing and a splashing
Resonating from the pool, a glimpse of pink now flashing
A lady stands before me, bathing in the stream
Scarlet clothing in sporadic lay, am I in some kind of dream

I call out to this beauty as she turns and looks at me
Towards the bank she walks, and invites me in with she
Knee deep in crystal waters our bodies close in touch
My clothing now drifts away, the two of us in clutch

Into our eyes we both now look as blood flows through my veins
Her touch is soft and gentle, my hands now stroke her mane
Deeper we edge out as she floats and hugs my waist
The two of us in join in this beautiful serene quiet place

Our emotion creates commotion as our undulations reach the shore
Ripples of joy they are as underwater hands explore
The coldness incites a reaction, in pert and firm caress
In delightful blend we release, two souls in loving press

Kissing we reach the bank, on her summer dress we lie
Sighing in breathless spoon, we stare at the green canopy sky
Many, many hours have passed, lying naked below the peeking sun
This is the day I met my scarlet woman, the day our lives began





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Holocaust

In midst of night,
When I was deep in slumber,
The memory rattled,
Eyes sunk with fear,
Saw the houses crumble,
The trees tremble,
The thunder storm made me nimble,
The ocean in fumble,
Tried to reach me and hug me in grumble.

I went slowly to the balcony,
Tried to reach out to see this mesmerized agony,
The agony was far from imagination,
It’s a terrifying situation,
God is slowly destroying its creation.

The waves shook the landscape,
The geography is jeopardized,
The houses drowned,
And with it are the people,
Cries of the birds,
Made the atmosphere filled with shrill,
The painful and subdued voice of the animals,
Made it sure of their fatal deaths.

The water is beneath,
Thunderstorm is above it,
No place for shelter,
The houses gradually decreased,
With water slowly increased,

I saw human beings floating in it,
I knew some of them, were also in it,
Saw the animals gradually going deep in it,
Trees are getting shaved,
Houses are getting razed,
The plateau near my house is gone beneath.

The things happened so quickly,
And it was so horrifying,
that I forgot my own situation,
Now I am in pain and sorrow,
for what I have seen slowly,
Happening beneath my eyes.

With this grief and agony in my heart,
I turned back to get inside the house,
But I was knee deep in water,
And the water is rising faster,
I am late in making my action,
Now my life and my existence is in jeopardy,
And with the flashes of the scenes running back and forth,
Made me cripple,
I wasn’t able to run,
I gradually gave up to the faith, 

But when I saw the death creeping near to me,
A terrible fear ran through me,
My face became pale,
And the blood started drying up,
I started weeping and prayed to spare me,
But a dark shadow engulfed me,
And a terrible wave galloped me.

I was desperately moaning,
Then suddenly my eyes opened,
My bed was completely dripping from the sweat,
For few minutes I couldn’t make out what’s going on,
But then I realized that it was a dreadful dream.
I closed my eyes and prayed to God,
Thanked him that it was a dream.
© Partha Pal  Create an image from this poem.

Release

Who will make a stand?
Countless like the seashore sand…
Who shall make a stand?
The end of mankind is at hand

Will someone save me?
Knee deep in regret, I see…
Save me from gravity's hold or I’ll be upset
Nighttime's rainfall shines upon my mindset

Make me feel a little bit more bold
Let my wings of flight slowly unfold
Release is a relief for you and I to behold
Your fire is burning within me, yet I’m so cold

Release me 
Release me
Reflect on me
Radiant rain rinses it all away…
Mirror my pain
Ease my pain
Heal my pain 

I’ve been squandering my time…my time…
Lost my soul in the dust and turned to grime 
Here am I, alone in the shadows of your past
Here I am, trying to catch up to you, but you’re going so fast…

In need of release somehow
In need of true relief right now
I don’t need your vain remedy
All you do is watch me and desert me…

I will change who I am…who I really am
With hopes and chances of release
I shall overflow like water beyond the dam 
I beg you, don’t be an awful tease

Please understand my heart’s need of a mend
My silent plea is for you to simply comprehend
My plea of set me free…
My plea of, also, leave me be…

You saw me all alone,
But not on my own
God has rescued, comforted and conquered me 
With a calm release that has completed an eternity 

(I made this poem shorter for the liking of my fellow readers…thanks for reading!)

Premium Member Man, O Man, O Manicure

   I've never had a manicure
     and yet I'm still a man
   Though my fingernails are ugly
     you should see my tan

   Please don't suggest a pedicure
     I don't need lovely toes
   Fishing knee-deep in the river
     they're apt to decompose

   So I eschew the 'hair salon'
     for ye old-fashioned barber shop
   Where my man Floyd still uses
     scissors, broom and mop

Premium Member Hot Summer Day

It's not a swimming pool
still feels so cool,
it's not even a pond
still feels so grand!

On a hot summer day
children at play
dipping their toes
where the hydrant flows,
looking so hip
ready to take a dip,
posing to jump
in the murky dump.

Having some fun
under the hot summer sun
kids of the neighborhood
immersed in childhood
in a make-believe pool
a site not so cool.

A man in a suit
needs to reboot, 
a man rolling sleeves 
looking for relief,
the awful summer heat
burning under feet.

By the repair shop
the pedestrians stop,
as kids smile and laugh,
blow bubbles, and chaff.

The grown-ups gaze
in a quiet daze,
don't see the lure,
don't feel so sure,
it's a construction site 
full of blight!

Not much activity,
the street looks empty,
so much humidity,
air quite sweaty, 
time for some relief,
time to go knee deep.

August 31, 2017
Placed 1st: Brian's Choice 8 Contest by Brian Strand
Placed 4th: Hot Summer Day
Sponsor: Eve Roper

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