Morning flowers slowly blooming into afternoon
Swaying branches spy as secret spooks in canopy’s dungeon
Creepers knitted around trunks like ornamented bead chains
Suspended pillar roots appear as the matted hair of Lord Shiva.
Hoarse noises as non-rhythmic beats of an amateur drummer
Serpents dragging their bodies on dried leaves with cracklings
Hoots, chirps, clicks, and whoops from the crowns of trees
Whispers of exhausted leaves and goggling eyes of silent owls
Spiders’ silky webs levitating as the canvas of boats
Trunks green with mass, standing as Lucifer's lieutenants
Scent of flora mixed with acrid smell and the floor with sticky clag
An impassable stretch never been eyed by the sun and moon as well.
PLACE: 3rd
Jeepers creepers, evening peepers
It's their job like one's life keepers
Finding flaws on others' scar
Like perfect people, all they are
Guarding in the light of day
Sour graping in every way
Like it's their own business to mind
Fault in others, they try to find
I don't know how much they're paid
Maybe it's too far in grade
Or they're just puppets in a play
Barking out without a pay
*For those bigots who guard me 24/7 like I'm some kind of Extra Terrestrial being. They even illegally watch over my phone and my home.*
Where do they come from?
Where do they go?
Why do they stay there?
Like a statue on show.
Some can be small
Some can be big.
Masterful weavers,
Hunters and creepers.
Some will move slowly
Some will move fast.
Eight legged creatures
With peculiar features.
They will all scurry
When in a hurry.
I'm always wary
Coz spiders are scary.
Invading my space
With beds of white lace.
High nervous tension
Preparing eviction.
Eight beady eyes staring
It's eight legs preparing.
We're flight or fight ready
My legs are like jelly.
They give me a fright
And some will bite.
Love them I don't
But harm them I won't.
Written 31.08.22
Jeepers creepers can’t believe your peepers
Sweepers keepers jumping josey leapers.
Gleepers fleepers dallying with sneepers.
Reapers heapers willful wonder kneepers
Sleepers greepers foremost firstly weepers
Deepers sheepers giving golden fleepers
Cheepers zeepers living with grim reapers
Jeepers creepers can’t believe your peepers
"The creepers fifth part"
Suddenly he was shocked to see her in such a form
seeing her in demonic power with her deadly storm
the goddess assumed such a fearsome form in killing the demon
in such a way he saw she come in to him to complete demolition.
The eyes that once had tears have become terrible today
she has come to the battlefield to battle with they.
The one who was once gentle calm came to the run today as a destroyer
he saw his own destruction in the fierce battle in front of her, nearer.
He began to remember the torture he had inflicted on her one by one
those moments of oppression caused by him like the king demon.
He felt cold and could realize defeat in war
the arms in his hand stopped all together.
He folded his hands and fell to the ground
all his heroic vigor all of a sudden drowned. (To be continued)
Her eyes are burning, fire is coming out of her face
flashing and roaring and become vas of power immense
her hair is flying high and her voice has become unruly
high of her feet become frenetic to kill the snake, Ruthlessly.
As a wife she is gentle but never weak in strength in stature
today she is seeking her revenge after enduring severe torture.
The earth trembled with her roar and the power creates storm with thunder
the supreme power has got up to destruction ; once tho, was so tender
she was almost dead when she was swaying in confusion
in the way to peace with her utmost sympathy and compassion.
In return, she gained the poison in his call
not only in soul and mind but attack in corporal.
Day by day her heart decays ; oxidized at instant
so, she is furious to kill the snake the cause that repent. (To be continued)
She has humiliating lives have been exhausted in repenting
countless of her contribution is of no value , even sacrificing
humiliation hurting her heart as like as knife again and again
she is deadly silent even bloody tears come out in pain.
Despite that silence, they kept hitting in an inhuman way
they are shameless and brutal, women are sinking today.
They physically asulting her awfully; to set their reign
to keep her down they stabs her with spike net again and again.
They are in the guise of devils in the corners of society like vultures
they conspire day and night, even in their dreams, tis their cultures.
Her body has become afflicted with that poisonous paw
the flames of the paw spreading out away like the arrow.
Her tender heart has broken and she is alone
there is no other way but to war anger to shown
so, she is mourn. (to be continued)
Deep violet Hibiscus with velvety petals,
On the quaint fence, sprawl the zestful creepers.
Mesmerizing tall branches of serene evergreen,
With tricksy Swallowtails, Redbreast Robin merrily whistling.
Ebullient songs of chirping Hummingbirds,
Little bushy squirrel excitedly searching for nuts,
Large leaves of Willow creating a comforting shade underneath,
Reminding of secret footsteps, rustling of leaves.
Mysteriously charming moon with blinking stars at night,
Gleaming jewels tell poignant stories, luminous and bright.
An unforgettable lullaby raindrops whisper,
Meanders in my alluring dreams, a gently murmuring river.
Peacocks dancing in a trance to the exuberant melody of rain -
Enthralling are the mystical rays of golden dawn divine.
In the fathomless blue ocean of my memory, I dive, and find the pearls,
My muse, my inspiration - guiding light, most precious!
Crooning mellifluously in my recurring dreams,
The deepest love, the immense blissfulness, all intertwined!
July 26, 2020
A Brian Strand Rhymed Poetry Contest
Creepers
Kiara Lebel
Monsters
Scary, hairy
Hiding, eating,trespassing
Ghosts, zombies, vampires
Jumping, crawling, creeping
Big, little
Bugs
Late sleepers like me know the hush
Of midnight - still - without our rush
And the moon flush against the sky
Like a lone lighthouse on standby.
I hear the whispering leaves rustle
Quiet laughter at humans who bustle
About at day like little toys at play
Who are tucked away at end of day.
Late sleepers like me hear the sighs
When the dream flickers and then dies
In the silence, the rhythm beats
While the moon’s flush and leaves rustle.
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