A grey wolf howled at a blood red moon
'bout a sight he would not forget too soon.
His voice rendered empathy and pain
for his poor brother, tied without a chain.
Worse than that - the horror, as all the while
the helpless dog wore a contented smile.
Little cat,
how sleek and glossy is your pelt
like a lithe Cheetah you stalk my ankles,
always ready to leap upon them,
a shared domesticity has made them
your natural prey.
Soon I will fill your bowl
with the meat of a great animal,
that in the wild
would certainly trample your lithe body
into the hard earth.
After you have fed and licked your chops
I will run my fingers through your tail,
we shall purr together,
watching a TV documentary,
a show about lions in the Serengeti -
hunting fleeing cheetahs.
Then off to bed.
In the morning,
you can pounce on my back
as if I were a sleeping lion.
The snow paces itself
cold winds bear no flesh
you leave me wanting more
beyond the unkempt bed linen
Yet there is no avail
You amber along dewey paths
The air is thin
oh domesticity happy as the laundry
You invited me in
just to laugh amongst the array
of your erstwhile friends
you played the host cinderella
saying you were lost
in the dorm of domesticity
You enjoined me in
just to foreleign
at our voices
studying our accents
is east the new norm ?
You blew out the candles
and counted to ten
making snide remarks
saying what should be done, let it be done
picking up on the gloom
made me a stranger in the room
I have a beautiful garment my father gave to me
He too got it in an occasion of manumission from slavery
Beautiful garment he celebrated in remembrance of that jubilee
Before he handed it over to me as a sign of always being free
What a garment!
My fantasy lured me to sew it into an apparel of simplicity
My beautiful garment with natural colours to show my domesticity
Which I gave to my friends who claimed they know a London tailor
Was given to an unskilled cutter called Mr. Taylor
What a gaffe!
Who made patches on it like annotations made by annotator
When my reasoning compelled me to agitate the awful patches made all over the exterior
The bespoken tailor stood speechless and indifferent
While my friends request another opportunity for adjustment
What a grief!
With my assessment, can I believe such proposed resolution
When my lamentation has gotten me a better recommendation with good execution?
My heart is once again lifted by a testimonial that boost my morale
That I shall wear my apparel of simplicity for the whole world to hail.
EASYGOING
a simple
bit of
gratitude
in
fragments
of
conversations
annotated
with
words
&thoughts
curlicue
murals
creep up
walls
of
everyday
simplicity
being
the
essence
of
abstraction
to open
the gateway
of daily life
domesticity
of
in the
many possibilities
attractions
& complexities
to illustrate
the radical
pursued
&
perceived
in the
spectrum
of
a new
day
in
a feel good
factor
with
a
smile
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
Man-cave said to She-shed,
"Here's a thought, why don't we build
an actual house to live in together?"
She-shed queried,
"separate bedrooms, restrooms,
office and work-out space?"
Man-cave: "Naturally."
It’s time to awaken our kali, time to awaken the power,
Hey woman - you need to take a leap, rise and empower!
Reciting Scriptural prayers to summon the Goddess to efface all evil,
The transformation into ferocious Goddess Kali destroying the devil!
Maa Kali! Show the world, your dynamic avatar,
To bring peace and harmony, we have to start this war!
In the sky, land, oceans and the ground,
To kill the demons of the world, we need the Kalis all around!
Kali was celebrated for her power to destroy and transcend death,
Let us fight against the immoral values, till our last breath!
Break the realm of domesticity -as mother figures,
Break the silence, as the anger triggers!
Values and virtues of human race have shaken;
Eliminate the patriarchy, the Kali needs to be awaken!
The coziness of domesticity
A shoulder to press a cheek to
Someone to come home to
after shedding a quart of sweat
slaving away at work.
A precious quality time to kill
with near and dear ones
that love me, and still will,
at my worst
Putting away the cell phone,
folding shut the laptop computer
in the gloaming in favor of
a much-needed human connection
Making time for a quiet reflection
and prolonged cogitation,
a conversation with God, for rest
and relaxation, for creativity
Someone with whom to share a laugh
Someone to walk with, arm in arm,
step by step among the fields of gold
despite all the madness in the world.
A skin to touch, a hand to hold when
Autumn leaves begin to fall.
Being emotionally available to people
I love and care about.
Most importantly, loving
and being loved in return.
What Matters Most To Me Poetry Contest (Winner: 3rd Place)
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
Date written: 04/01/2020
Households unhitch so readily.
We watch incredulous as they float off,
hulls creaking,
rafters cracking like wind-lashed rigging.
Where we once believed roots gripped bedrock
now shiftless boards bob in the swell.
Domesticity tumbles out.
Bed springs gape,
a chest-of-drawers turns, inside out.
The everyday innards of a dwelling, face up,
barely floating:
a sure sign of those about to drown.
Growing up on God's impoverishing family farm,
he learned to hide his work
in tissues of unearthly privacy.
Regenerating in Earth's richly resonant nutrition,
she recovered her playful avocations
in ecosystemic response
to global over-grasping issues
of under-conscious
her/his-storied
positive domesticity
Over-privatized
so powers under-privileged;
personalized
so shy of compelling
retelling publicity
Earth camouflaged
democratically healthy ecopolitics,
co-empowering
co-operating
co-generating
co-laterally co-investing
co-systemic
ego/eco-analogical
co-passion.
Growing out on Earth's extending family farm,
he learned to share his playful work
with issues of unEarthly
inhumane
left-hemispheric primacy.
18 hole weekend golf
domesticity avoided
greatness eludes them
Ethiopian Sand
Miles on exhausted feet
Walking in dessert heat
Sand storms cause disarray
Individuals lose their way
Some fall from dehydration and fatigue
Others lost to snake and scorpion feigns
Hiding in ankle-high plants-underbrush
Grazed by donkey, camel, and sheep
Fetching for water
Gathering woodfire
Overseeing domesticity
Is a woman’s duty
Drawing milk
From the herd
Is a girl’s pride and deed
Home bound now
At lecture’s end
Thirst with drought begins
I crave plenty
Feet bake and sink in the sand
I reach a well
Drink and soak my head
Tired and drained
I, a girl ,help dig out a well
My paper, pen and book
My promise of hope
At school day’s end
Teen boy mines salt with pa
Homework left to the side
Gets done when there is time
Though together there’s enough
Both agree schooling brings relief
Tent dens and stick houses
Await our return
On our share of Ethiopian sand
Marckincia Jean
Free verse
06/16/19
In the thick of January
The world is a cold, cold place
Insufferable, yet I'm not suffering
Winter's wrath
I'm home
Blissfully cocooned
In such a cozy domesticity!
I couldn't care less
About the looming winter storm
Or whether it's already snowing
I'm sheltered from the cold wind
It's warm and comfortable
By the fireside
There's no place I'd rather be!
Date written and posted: 01/19/2019
Burnt out
Flame
Exhausted
By the passion
For another
For her partner
In crime,
She only seeks
Love and affection,
Only seeks domesticity;
Re-ignited
Flame,
Unexhausted
By the passion
For her
By his partner
For all time
He only seeks
Her craving and lust,
Only seeks satisfaction
The danger still exists
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