When the day is falling over
And a crescent moon peeps through
I am looking towards Dover
It is not too far from you
There is not a sign of cloud
In the muted blue of sky
It’s a picture without sound
Breathing softly drifts on by
And I see white cliffs of Dover
Though farsighted I am not
Hear the whirring of your mower
What a hearing I’ve got
In the quiet of a moment
In the glow of fading blue
I can sense more than I wanted
Except that I can’t see you.
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In a forest named Camelot lush and green,
lived a gray squirrel, quick and keen.
His name was Arthur, a sprightly furry lad,
with delusions of grandeur, in his armor well clad.
One sunny day, beneath a mighty oak tree,
he spied a sword as big as big could be.
This must be Excalibur! Arthur cried,
with his nut-stained paws and eyes so wide.
Excalibur, you are MY mighty blade.
I’m King Arthur, be not dismayed!
No longer am I just a critter small,
I’ll rule this realm, beloved by all!
With tiny paws, he climbed the base,
and faced the sword with noble grace.
Farsighted, Art grasped a twig instead of steel
believing he was embracing Merlin’s ideals.
I pulled it out! he squealed with a cheer,
From this stone, my royal fate is clear!
For in this wood, I’ll take my regal stand,
A squirrel king am I, of this fair forest land!
So raise a goblet of cheer for Art, so spry.
With twig in paw, his kingdom no one can deny.
In his world of quixotic, leafy dreams,
Arthur reigns supreme, or so it seems!
Born in a time all are at their most divided,
A young lady eventually for herself decided
To live life pursuing all religions which guided
All humans in ways in which Truth resided.
She found love first in one who is farsighted,
Yet he is shortsighted due to a strict religion.
He held a distance, so this love had ended,
He was also too lenient about his every sin.
She then went with one who is so atheistic,
Yet he often took what she did for granted.
She found his attitude became so apathetic,
So she left what once made her enchanted.
She finally found one who truly understands
What the cycles of eternity truly mean.
They see how in all lives, they held hands,
"He's just right," as he crowns her his queen.
Blue
Waves
usher
ocean dream
enchanting ripples,
whose hypnotic spell oozes charm,
for yellow dawn pearl-eyed first light riser’s coastal fog,
stunned by the heavenly turquoise canvass of tidal moss fleck swoon and swirl gyrations
On
shore
visions
magic sweep
splashy catalyst
at the cusp of exotic veil
uncanny blissful streams tantalising ebb and flow
a lure for august swimmer mesmerised by mammoth currents awash with silver froth
Gust
of
saline
grain torrents
that skim cliff edges
taunt emboldened in situ bard,
where farsighted jostling amid picturesque quaint beach,
spurs bright imaginary floodgates, a deluge of opulent visual fantasm
O for the Wings, Eyes and Ears of an Owl
~~~
Assuming we could do eye-popping things
As does an owl flying the night on wings
When no one knows of antics in moonlight
O for the mystique of a silent flight.
Imagine having circular vision
It'd be alike watching television
If we should be as farsighted as owls
We would never miss anything ourselves.
Should we have eyes in the back of our head
We would still miss out on lots, our dreams unfed
Unlike owls who with rotating heads seek
Prey fit for a sumptuous midnight feast.
If we had owls spectacular eye sight
And stupendous hearing for sounds of night
Imagine when we were walking around
The hot gossip and secrets to be found.
What a hooting tooting it’d surely be
To be a wise owl sitting in a tree
Hearing and seeing all right through the night
What wonderful poetry one could write.
~~~ ~~~
8th October 2022
They kill for their namesake
Blinded with visions of righteousness
Mirrored with images of self
Sanctifying, with daggers plunging deep
Crowds gather in loyalty
Massed in fear, assembled in hatred
Adherence to dogmas of a farsighted kind
While master deceivers bloom like orchids
I will have no dirges sung at my funeral
No tear-jerking poems are to be recited,
Closed casket, I’m reposing in the natural.
Flowers I’ll appreciate your being liberal
You see, where I wound up, I’m delighted
I will have no dirges sung at my funeral.
I’m inclined to favor simple things doable
No limousine, no eternal gas flame ignited
Closed casket, I’m reposing in the natural.
I’m taking with me all my meager collateral,
If you planned to inherit don’t get excited
I will have no dirges sung at my funeral.
If you do not agree, please do not be critical
I have done my very best to be foresighted,
Closed casket, I’m reposing in the natural.
I suppose some will think me rather radical
But then, I’m inclined to be farsighted,
Closed casket, I’m reposing in the natural
I will have no dirges sung at my funeral.
written March 25, 2022
New clothes and makeup, my heart delighted
Awaiting my fate with a date who is farsighted
Your Funniest Couplet Ever Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS
November 14, 2021
Knock Knock
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Knock knock
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Knock knock
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knock knock
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KNOCK! KNOCK!
Exasperated farsighted man glaring at his derby hat on the hall tree
She took the soup can of heartbreak off the shelf.
Tore it open with her teeth, they were jagged anyway.
No one was here to stop her, and she felt satisfied.
A mouse with a handful of unhappiness ran over her bare foot.
Just what I needed today to complete myself, she thought.
Her farsighted cat pounced on her big toe, tearing it up.
Missing the mouse by at least ten centimeters.
What else can happen? She wondered.
A jar of worst day ever fell off a top shelf
Crushing her and the cat.
PLANS
You read good quotes
You get inspired
You make your plans
And decide what you desire
You imagine your future self
And get excited
You start working for it
Like a farsighted
You are trying to create a routine
And build a habit
Playing around with ideas
And analyzing what will fit
On some days the process is fun
You enjoy it
Because it had just begun
On other days
You feel exhausted and lost
And desperately wants to skip
To the good part at any cost
This process is terribly a long one
You knew from the start
You're not going to figure it out right away
And it's not easy to restart
Stuck in the middle
Trying not to lose hope
Reminding yourself why you started
So you can cope
The execution of the plans is hard
But you keep going
You'll get there someday
If you keep growing
I know you can
And you will get somewhere
Tell this to yourself over and over again
And you'll definitely reach there.
I realize
I have real eyes
That see real lies—
~Nearsighted
(rule of law)
~Farsighted
(rule of lies)
~The "ayes" have it
(hidden agenda)
~The "ayes" have it
(secret addenda)
~The "ayes" have it
(hate crimes)
~The "ayes" have it
(critical times)
~Unmitigated truth
(entombed)
~Undocumented lies
(exhumed)
I realize
I have real eyes
That see real lies—
~As the world cries
***
12/13/2019
Photo "Imposter" by Gabriela Ferreira on flickr
we sailed to the island, the island, the island
and would stay there evermore
with nothing to read but coconuts
and cocoa berries upon the tree
with no barber, Dennis or lawman
things could ghetto might strange
but we handle a leader (let's call him trumper)
trumper stood higher, and gave a screech
about a returnstile trip to sterilization
we stood up and jeered, Hooray, Hooray
but we be stripwrecked, cousin trumper, said we
what chance are we out in the farsighted lotion
where even the seagirls far outnumber us?
never minding that, he said we'll build a blue one
and us set about chirping down trees
at lust, the crate was finnish
two by two, we crumb aboard
and set snail for big indenture
to scoot for homely bound
but the beauty took on water
and we invaded to another shore
fierce sausages lined the bleachers
farmed with spearmints gone galore
we said our players, it looked like pretend
but the sausages made our breakfast friends!
brer trumper aligned a trick or treaty
the crew lived on believing children for eleventy years
G golden motifs enamor a brown tapestry
I in galore of grace, a head is held high.
R resplendent glory of the tallest creation
A ascending in attitude, seeks a heavenly sky
F feeding on forage of leaves beyond reach
F farsighted big eyes, browse twigs on trees.
E emotions all silent, with no sound to screech.
S stature so lofty, elongated slender neck
T towering long legs, gallop free and wild
A ambling Savanna plains, predates of lions
N nose and tongue, both in length reconciled
D down to extinction, their numbers on decrease
S strong but enchanting, they are symbols of peace.
T tangerine patterns, in unique genes installed
A 'African Gentle Giant' that's how Giraffe is called
L lanky but charming, an evolution of hybrid soul
L Leopard spotted coat, perhaps a tall Camel stole!
20th July 2019
Sponsor James Edward Lee Sr.
Contest ACROSTICALLY I STAND TALL
Consider the grey past... A pale beginning.
Take hold the farsighted vision... A rotation of blackened skies.
Cast the darkness aside itself... Immerse into the illuminate.
Blinded eyes always ignite... Blue flash arcs.
Lured by the energy... Tightening inside intuition.
At what speed is your channel???
Free fall thru a vortex.
Sustained stones carved...
Anew future.
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