marred this mead of honeyed brew
yet flaxen still thy rotten spike
and spoil it so inedible
but haste unto her charge, she will
and grail be this austere cup
to carry off ignobleness
and watch it drain through gullet of
a wrongsome hound, the cad, it must
and mete thy charm, ye witches grail
Peril looms yet the artist shows a relaxed state over the city.
Looked back from whence they came, escaping, unfollowed, over the city.
Solitude no more, she’s his prize to carry off over the city.
Alas it is the curse of those who must
Write their dreams alone in passing dust
Never knowing when they came and went
Staid within a shadow’s breadth and length
Soft breezes carry off the whispered lies
A passion never lived so slowly dies
Its dreams written alone in passing dust
Deny the death of passion for they must
do not be intimidated by fancy birds
they put their earrings on one at a time
like the drag queen peacocks
and the flabbergasted flamingos
do not be intimidated by fancy birds
you can carry off glitz and glamor as well as they
even if you cannot fly up to the top of an oak tree
you can walk along the porch railing and crow
There are many bones in the lake.
King Fishers and Great Blues
carry the small ones away
to weave them into platforms
high in the wind whisked sky.
They are always looking for more,
so also is the fisherman with his scouring net
trawling these waters.
The cops are out hunting
for the unlicensed and strays,
there are plenty in these lawless times.
The bone-taking fisherman
snags the bones
that the birds cannot carry off.
Back in his shack,
in the low tangled woods,
he is constructing hollow forms
none of them yet complete.
“Loneliness is a terrible burden,”
he tells the half-made
skeletal constructions.
The bones are impatient
to be works of art,
and no longer want to found
murdered or drowned.
The day i started know meaning of love,
Is the day i begun to recognised that am not completed.
That day i could able discover that am duty.
Even though am always stay duty,
Although i never seen it before,
But that day made me realised.
From that day i begun to keep myself clean.
That is the day made me realised that am not accomplish.
Even though i did not knew before that am not carry off,
But that day things befall.
I even discovered that am living without heart.
Seen that someone had stolen it.
From that day i started to hunt that person.
The day i found it ,
Is the day i felt that i fulfilled.
I also felt like i could and kiss the moon.
Is the day i even saw my tears of joy for the first time in my life.
I also lost my mind because of joy.
Now i accomplished.
Poem by ndidzulafhi patric munyai
POSSUM SONG
You are the same possum
I saw eating my garbage
like a recluse,
your long pointed snout
hissing at me through your teeth.
When I first saw you
I backed away
and quickly closed my door,
my legs still shaking
as if I'd been chased by a bear.
For months now I thought you'd be there
upturning my garbage cans
for some tasty morsel.
Oh, yes, I believed I'd see you again
every time I opened my door.
One night as I turned into my driveway,
my car lights focused for an instant
on your gray face
and mutilated body
lying alone in the street.
In the city when an animal dies
they carry off his remains
with the trash.
Only another possum could appreciate
the grotesque fierceness in your eyes.
I couldn't leave you there.
That night I carried you up my hill
in a shovel
and buried you
beneath my pomegranate tree.
The next day the neighbors spoke of you briefly.
A dead possum is usually only valuable to God,
but you stay alive in my memory
along with the night sounds
and barking dogs.
Janet Marie Bingham
Distant prayers echo through a lilac sky
light flickers brilliantly in angelic eyes
a yellow crocheted blanket falls to the floor
and a growing heart winks inside.
Kindness breeds kindness in a precious heart
and a kindred spirit lifts and flies free.
helping our fellow man in need
forgiving selfishness and greed
Open up your heart and mind
another child feeds a hungry soul
for one who loves to love, the greatest
blessing of all, is seeing the one you love, love
Whisper soft into the night my dire want
let the rains wash down a growing grace
carry off grandeur into a sequel led estate
as a simple smile adorns a very humble face
Satin streaks of sun filter her golden ray
and with a glimpse of beauty float away
Tiny floret
precious floret
carry off my dreams
to bountiful fields of white
where innocence plays
on a sun shiny day
Breeze
glorious breeze
carry her free
show her angelic heights
amid visions of white
pointing towards
star cover nights
Tiny floret
the daisy has called
share your petals
with the world
let go my guiding hand
surround yourself in splendor
and with the new dawn shine
Distant prayers echo through a lilac sky
light flickers brilliantly in angelic eyes
a yellow crocheted blanket falls to the floor
and a growing heart winks inside.
Kindness breeds kindness in a precious heart
and a kindred spirit lifts and flies free.
helping our fellow man in need
forgiving selflessness and greed
Open up your heart and mind
another child feeds a hungry soul
for one who loves to love, the greatest
blessing of all, is seeing the one you love, love
Whisper soft into the night my dire want
let the rains wash down a growing grace
carry off grandeur into a sequel led estate
as a simple smile adorns a very humble face
To hell with them! I never think of them
I forget they exist, until I spot them
Then I get mad!
Oh yes, I loathe them so, as much as I do roaches
I loathe them so much I feel like screaming
I wish I could urinate colonies of them off a log just for kicks
I never cared about their infinite diligence
They don't work for me anyway
And they sure don't work with me
I don't care that they carry off crumbs
That break off my bread. They continually invade
My home, overstaying their welcome.
They invade my pantry to suck honey and sugar
They snake across my countertop when they smell the aroma of spilt coffee
I always spray them dead, but they eventually come back two-fold!
I hate that they're too tiny to see from a distance
I take pleasure in crushing them under my thumb
Crawl far out of sight, you unsightly irritants!
And please, stop coming back for sweets!....
A Rant Poetry Contest/Winner(9th Place)
Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton
Date written and posted: 08/30/2016
A clouded mind
wandering the
streets
alone
A lost soul
Found gazing
at the sky with
nowhere to run, nowhere
to hide
There's always a truth inside
of a lie
that a candle
burns away
Tear drops fall
down like
rain
The
Flooding
Creeks
the flooding
lakes, they all went
to the four corners of
the disappearing light but
the rain never faded away
Depression
sunk
in
a given
soul going
blind, a cross
attack from behind
The rain brings a violent
storm and the waves carry off a question
'Are you okay'
The golden lyre’s majestic, light accords
Exalt the song which Nature’s voice affords
And carry off to meadows near and far
The wondrous sound of Juno’s soft guitar.
In river valleys and on golden hills,
Where spring’s young fragrance every taste fulfills,
The mind is set at peace by Flora’s kiss:
Away from toil and grime, there’s nothing I could miss!
What sweet delight to live a quiet dream
In some small house, in woods whose pathways teem
With birds and thrills, with days relieved of care:
A life of peace, of friendship everywhere!
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I’ve never learned to tie a scarf
Which makes me quite the fool
‘Cause scarves can make an outfit
Look both chic and really cool.
I stare at women sporting them
Tied in a jaunty knot
And wonder what it is they have
That I just haven’t got.
My mother never taught me
How to carry off, with flair,
A swath of silk around my neck,
So suave and debonair.
What isn’t in our wheelhouse,
Even if it could be taught,
Likely never would be something
We would seek if never sought.
Waiting, waiting and waiting
It’s like a drug to put you to sleep
A drug that will try and strain your confidence
A journey that will stress your mind and muscles as well.
Indeed waiting has a few friends
They say patience pays but pains, but waiting
Will ring your nerves like a bell
It tolls it’s sound through your nerves and
Often you feel there is bad or good news in it.
Many will see the suspense waiting orchestrates
The drama will unfold before your eyes at a wreckingly
Slow pace that has you almost screaming for help.
What a waste waiting can be especially when
You wait, wait and wait and wait.
When friends take a walk with you
You will have to wait for them on the road
A fun way to enjoy their company but
Not when you have to wait forever
Because they are not children you are going
To carry off the ground like a pet that is scurrying away.
Waiting is often a price everyone won’t see,
To wait, wait and wait.
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