How do I remember
the breeze of yesteryear,
the scent of pine and maple,
the sighting of the deer.
I remember in the woods
the stars we gazed upon;
when we were cold, we made
a fire;
back when I was
your son.
Before things hurt,
never betrayed,
so innocent
were we,
back when we camped
at dogwood
by the Chris Columbus tree.
How fondly I remember
that we could catch no fish,
but when we saw
some falling stars
I knew to make
a wish.
So wonderful
the forest, then,
my fondest memory;
for only when we bivouacked
were you a dad to me.
Beyond the Evening Sky
David J Walker
Wide open
The pupils of the universe
Captures the imagination of the
Evening sky
Nothing between the bare brown dirt of the Earth
And the heavens above
the portal named Eternity
Encumbers gentle true spirits reaching for
Stored truths yet untold
One by one
The constellations come
Into view
A step beyond the
Evening Sky
Exposing the Bivouacked migration
Devoid of old qualms and ruing sigh
Wing your arc for purer stratum high,
Past's mortal morsels I urge forsake
For dainty victuals sage angels take.
As mighty Retribution's brooms sweep
Away avarices that now huddled weep,
Your best plume beyond trite ethers ply
Into loftier climes where finer eagles fly.
Viral cloud your heaven-sent comrade is
If you’ll hit hardest with no goofing miss,
And task your swiftest flappers out of Old
Woods into pristine joys of the New World.
Eternal Kindness her illuminator holds
To undim cumuli's ill-bivouacked folds,
And Divine Treasury total expense pays
Till the last of your wise-wayfaring days.
Soar whilst sagest angels' soirée lasts,
As fierce Retribution's viral cloud casts
Nebulous guiles to outsmart hardy foes,
And Kindness her aiding flickers throws.
Magic Beans Magic Beans
Sure Jack was swacked
On the tip of beanstalk
He was bivouacked
He met a giant's wife
Who gave him food and drink
When the giant came back home
He had to recoil and shrink
You know the story
And I am sorry to tell
He got the magic beans
By the magic spell
And he went on to hook
Like a quicksilver crook
The giant's hard earned bread
In an attempt to rook
I don't want magic beans
For my son and daughter
I would rather go to Greens
To track down Harry Potter
Magic Beans - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Poet Destroyer A
POET: Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
11 th January,2015
Hauteur brigand bound for gratuitous strand
Knows not he is country's chattel, enemy's contraband
As gallant marauders o'er ages spanned
His quest for glory fate will countermand
Gleeful lad starting out on quick, definitive errand
Becoming grizzled veteran in war that will opportunistically expand
Raw recruit ready to fight for: family, honor, land
Feted for trivial pursuits, political ends; on mission clandestined
Tailored uniform, coiffed hat, shiny ordinand
Destined to be sullied by the designs of ruthless marksman
In ritual parade of arms on regal, stately stand
Unaware of his wistful foe's unremitting hand
With loyal comrades bivouacked in tidy
band
Soon to be in raucous tumult marked with a beastly brand
Dutiful, diligent soldier always firing on demand
In the heat of battle, only self preservation will command
Pre-war sprawling tenements; deprivations can withstand
Later, in squalid camp morphing into looting, pillaging firebrand
Vital piece in war game carefully mapped, planned
Innocuous pawn anonymously falling in unmarked, lowland.
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