~ PALATIAL ESTATES ~
ponies… waterfalls… rainbows…
... pickleball... wrecked... all
We need an alarm clock for daybreaks
For morning calls
For embarking on special expeditions
But down in a poor village
The cock crows
The cold wind blows
The night fades
The mountains covered with mist
The grass wetted
The birds sing
But there is neither bustle of life
Nor ringing of an alarm clock
Inside the cottage
Oh, the parents have long awakened
Before dawn
Their morning begins at four o'clock
Before the night retreats
They are on their ways
To the rubber estates
Their long-built habits
Are their only imagery alarm clock
Mechanical alarm clocks are only
For their schooling children
We're born; we learn; we love; we grow.
A field is given each to hoe.
Some seldom toil, while some plant deep
on earth's estates we're called to keep.
For some the vines will overflow,
while others, cursed, seem wed to woe.
But time proceeds, and all shall weep
on earth's estates we're called to keep.
Our destinies we can't forego,
for each must face his Jericho.
We sow, and then our death we reap
on earth's estates we're called to keep.
July 4, 2020
for Brian Strand's Strand Completely New ( 5 ) Any Theme Any Form Poetry Contest
loving notion, dying of an overdose of love potion
heavenly dream of an old gent far spent, as mind finishes rent
an old man expires, as beautiful aid rubs back with lotion
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For Natalie The Rogue Rhymer
Die A 'Fun' Death Contest