Russian soldier, welcome.
You now stand to discard the rule of logic,
welcome to our home, our oblast.
You are welcome to register at the city hall;
fellow tourists with arms, ready to maim, shoot, and kill,
destroy everything, out-Nazi the Nazis.
We know you’re innocent, cannon fodders for your tsar;
we hold him responsible but not you,
for skinning the innocent.
You stand to learn we’re not enemies,
only neighbors who wish to live free;
we’ll name our streets after you if you
follow your human dignity, if you
refuse to fire, disobey and be free.
Russian soldier, justice is more powerful than the weapon,
truth more dear to God than power.
You’re welcome to explore our city and
check in for the night, just stay indoor in
curfew hours.
Welcome to our brave city, writing new
its future epigraph.
Your invasion plan is up in smoke;
it is now your turn to strike
a unilateral withdraw.
S uperseding all flowers and alluring of all and audaciou s
U ltra-vibrantly attracting all creatures and bidding adie u
N ational flower - and thus you are Ukrainian and Russia n
F ervently reaching the zenith of the sun’s benedictional clif f
L oyally blossoming the love of Apollo; thus a mythical symbo l
O utstanding with gifts of foods, fodders and feeding scenari o
W edded with thousands of florets intertwined in an idyllic flo w
E ternally healing incurable illnesses and ending many an ach e
R adiantly reflecting Mother Nature’s miraculously pure powe r
22 May 2021
Sunflower Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Malabika Ray Choudhury
here i sit
out on the deck
and it's just starting to rain
got to admit the chair's a nice fit
and i've taken care of any mental pain
with relaxed classical sounds that have lit
fires of imaginative thoughts to warm the old bean
while drinking a cold dark roast coffee mixed with pepsi
sweetened to a perfection that keeps me awake while i think
about the roots of mentally perceiving something as a reality
here and now as situational fodders mill and mind mechanics link
too see oneself as outside looking into the mirrors of thought
precipiced on some spheres golden ratio reality surface of change
with respect norms of adaptation to avoid possible irrational knots
such as all this ending wrapped in one infinite loop as logic not so strange
……...got to change that radio station...…
stan sand
DRUMBEAT
The early morning silence,
Pierced by the melody of the birds,
And coarse craw of the cock,
The bleating of the goats and sheep for fresh fodders,
Squirrels hopping to and fro,
Devouring the ripe palm nuts atop the palm trees,
Leaves glittering from the morning dews,
And the caterpillar found its abode slippery.
The grey hair that breaks the kolanut,
The hot drink that follows to waken the body as grey hairs would say,
The entreaties made to the "Chi",
Local brooms held by the kids greets the brownish sand,
Morning ash cartered away from the fire place,
The palm wine tapper sets out for the day,
Many a thing happened swiftly,
And morning was gone .
The loud sound of the ikoro,
Echoing in all corners of the village,
Beckoning on valours to array themselves,
I jolted out out of my hut,
In my redcap and my flute at hand,
With my flute played appraisal notes,
To announce my arrival to my hero.
Behold the hero,
The lion that kills the tiger,
"Odumnaegbuagu"
The glory of his people,
How strong art thou oh man of valour,
Lets appear in the battlefield ,
For the day is of victory,
Oh! My hero.
THE MIGHT OF LIGHT
Rise and shine, O desperate sun,
As the sudden call arise,
Remain in dusty clouds up high,
Till sorrows of night get aside.
Rise and shine, O tempting sun,
Let man be his own king,
Make not him befall for riches,
Forgetting his own ring.
Rise and shine, O generous sun,
Get the fodders alive again,
Them looking for smile with lips in terror,
In spite of dark array.
Rise and shine, O malicious sun,
Your common look with desire,
Be the rains of bless upon,
Nor any ball of fire.
Rise and shine, O mighty sun,
Pray your light boon us sure,
Those blasts away from your hailing showers,
Bring peace among them all.
? Khuzema Ali
Bud went out to sea with his friends
The ship started tipping on end
To the lifeboats they ran
like sardines in a can
with women packed under the men!
While some took advantage of this
Some others stole more than a kiss
Bud ran out of luck
His zipper got stuck
and "zip" went his chance for some bliss !
The lifeboat soon hissed in the water
Bud uttered, "There sputters a crater!!!!"
The lifeboats were sinking
and sharks must be thinking
"We'll soon have fresh mutters and fodders" !!
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For Carolyn's Contest: Vacation Humor 7/21/14
Oozing greens,
Dressed-up teens,
Headless people, there are few,
Witches on broomsticks, what are you?
Knock on the door,
Candy galore!
Every kind,
And then some more!
You might wake the dead,
They might steal your head,
Fodders, Ghouls, Goblins, and Ghosts,
Mess with them and you'll be toast!
Get to bed,
Before the dead,
Stay inside,
where you can hide,
And don't be seen,
On Halloween...
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