I looked out my window,
At the gloomy grey sky.
When I saw a butterfly,
Flitting blissfully by.
Unfettered by worries,
Not shackled by woe,
A blithe Lepidoptera,
And its aerial show.
The patter of raindrops,
Fazed it not a bit,
Blithely it glided,
On my window did sit.
Ever so nonchalantly,
It fluttered its wings.
Not a care in the world,
What a fortunate thing!
If only my soul,
Could a butterfly be.
Gallivant in my small world,
Unburdened and free!
sawed-off on the
crimson emerald from a cloudy sky
squeal
and, at times, the reason
low-slung why
sparkles of a pearly salver
modicum of encrusted damask mist
befuddles me
albeit
moon, amber, and opalescence
spawn a charming sight
the perspective
strikes each crevice of the flesh.
and psyche advise
shrouded in a cinereous cloud
hapless and helpless, a glum-blue wolf
growls out a bluesy bemoan.
creating a lacuna
of gallivant love touchstone
leaden wails of anguish
rhythmic echoed refrain
plainchants of auric yearning
reminiscent of challah
aiming for eleemosynary seeds
cahoots to germinate and thrive
2nd place contest winner
Written: March 20, 2023
A Strand No 1201 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Saint Patrick died on March 17th.
So we celebrate the day with green and drink.
Patrick, was kidnapped to Ireland as a slave,
a condition he never fully forgot or forgave.
Patty (as he was known by his friends)
was a sober, relentless, devout Christian.
As a missionary, he gallivanted methodically, converting heathens
and if he failed to convert you, you weren’t left breathin’.
He could burn you at the steak for ignoring ‘reason’.
To show Christ’s power, he ‘banished’ the snakes,
It’s amazing, the difference a miracle can make.
The year 461 pre-dated laptops and even the Internet,
so, I think it’s time we finally forgive and even forget
the sad, sordid history of Catholic conversion “therapy”
because today we need a reason to drink until we’re green.
.
.
Webster: Gallivant: “travel for pleasure.”
My roommates and I went to Doublin, Ireland last summer.
In casual conversation we asked how they celebrated Saint Patrick's day and their celebrations are like ours, more or less - a secular overindulgence. But on a deeper level, this holiday, they say, is dedicated to the patron saint of heathen genocide.
You've been reckless
like a marsh fever
You've got the infamy
Did you really need
that Hollywood look
Being with you
makes it hard
Your eyes of blue
are a culpable blame,
You gallivant around
Your furtive dream is over
The Sun is an aside
Solitary you run
They are many: No longer Relevant:
Motions you’d better rule irrelevant,
To seek their points to around gallivant;
I won’t read The Written by Oliphant…
“We are not happier than our forefathers”.
Should men stop climbing Today’s ladders?
“Boys more important to parents than Girls!”
Simply, a motion that a boy’s head swells
“Women’s Education for The Kitchen”
Then, ‘Men’s’ for Shoe-Mending and Cloth-Stitching.
“Watching The Telly does more harm than good:”
A point by folks who’d remain where they’d stood!
“The City is better than The Village”:
A quest for migrations we can’t manage!
“Parents should choose their children’s life career:”
In the end, parents “Innocent Barrier”
“Rainy Season better than Dry Season:”
In Africa, crop yield the main reason
“Dry Season better than Rainy Season:”
In Nigeria much worse roads like Prison
“Teacher to be valued above farmer:”
Often time for Drama and poor grammar
It matters much who is in control:
In a venture he is the petrol;
To others hands what is relevant
And fishes out those who gallivant;
Workers warn to be not sycophant
For treats the size of an Elephant...
It matters a lot who does control:
Early his catarrh checks with menthol,
So that it staggers not his petrol
Or him reduce to thing to console...
Someone in control like Football Coach
On one's shoulders burdens of approach:
The fellow to new grave topic broach
And bad workers pair up with cockroach.
On a pedestal who's in control,
One's eyes closed to sharing of dettol
Over the squabbles merely quibble
Or a barraging voice make feeble.
05.06.2020
Just because I’m a man
Does it mean a woman is a merchandise?
A device
I use any time anywhere to please myself with
Just because I'm a man
Does it mean a woman is a caretaker?
A housekeeper
Who cleans after me while I gallivant
Just because I’m a man
Does it mean a woman is a feminist?
An activist
Buzzing endlessly in my ears like a mosquito
Just because I'm a man
Does it mean a woman is somebody?
I mean a nobody
Whom I punch kick as I like to display my masculinity
Just because I'm a man
Does it mean a woman is a blunder?
A minor
Whom God said I should provide for
Just because I’m a man
Does it mean a woman is someone?
The one
Who sees how trashy am I but still let me stay
It counts a lot who is in Control:
In a venture he is The Petrol;
To tell The others The Relevant,
Fish out those who choose to gallivant,
Workers warn to be not Sycophant:
Those chasing the size of Elephant!
It matters a lot who does control:
Early fights his Catarrh with Menthol,
So that it staggers not his patrol
Or him reduce to one we console!
The one in control like Football Coach;
To be The one you mostly approach:
The Fellow to new topics broach
Upon his Province not dare encroach
The one to The ‘Bad Guy’ call Cockroach!
On A Pedestal who’s in control:
Then, eyes closed to sharing of Dettol
Over The Squabbles merely quibble
Or one’s barraging voice make feeble …
Who has found himself in control
Has for himself found painful Vitriol.
Imagine
everlasting
rapture.
Just imagine
a Shangri-La to
escape to...
and be,
just us two.
Prithee,
my love, let's
gallivant
through our dream's verdure,
a much welcome respite
from...
the world's craziness
(Yalto)
"Yalto" is a form invented by yours truly
Lines 1-15: 3,4,2,4,5,3,2,3,2,3,3,5,6,1,5 syllables
Date written: 10/05/2020
Spring buds
Bursting
Like popcorn stuck on sticks
Raising my perspective to
Gallivant
In knee-high tickle grass
Nested
In the strew of stony rocks
Festooned
With sphagnum and lichen
Frothed with droplets
Of glistening crystal lather
Moored in glade and rill
Plundered in claggy stodge
Boggy green and juicy with rain
The jaunt sloshes with plunger feet
Air raids above
Signal
Whirring wispy winged ghosts
Bombers
Buzzzzzzzzzing
Skitting overhead
Barely black shadow fellows
Intent in reaching their target
Synced and signaled
Like flittering naked poltergeists
Aiming for a sticky sweet meal
Arms, legs ankles and necks
Covered or not
Stabbed with little mercy
In the trove of
Spring Buds
So Alive!
May 16, 2020
delectable dolphins
dancing here
near harbor
Instead of gondolas
white swans float
like the boats
Animals,puff
healthily, gallivant
without tumult
A little bird's chirp
outreaches our ears
piercingly
A single word
has made crucial changes
across the world
And some creatures
are happy about it
and a few are not
We, the humans
are just like other creatures
before nature, the creator
Regrettably,
we pay a lot
to fathom the bitter fact
The everyday project is to continue the extreme task of survival
waking up every morning to the bad reality that it may be the last
holding unto this hint, the greatest wisdom to acquire.
Community of birds and a den of serpents confined in one farm;
Cougars, deadly and voracious to the assembly of cayotes;
Cayotes hunting the raccoons and in turn the eels in same habitat.
This cruel side of nature has been instinctively adopted by humans
where virtues and feelings develop cannibalistic canines.
Evil then grows obese in the mind but yet not satisfied
bully and intimidation, openly infused into the town’s planning
for different illegal lords to gallivant with their cabinets,
when those at the top stop giving lawlessness a dime
and close the run way through which impunity cat-walks,
then orderliness will be restored for humanity to have a bath.
I, the end of man
The son of Mala
The offspring of Lamia
I care not for testaments
Ripping out the crimson hearts
They lie freshly dead
I kill all there angels
Crush their halo’s, falling fragments, down to the Earth
With Hellish hate, from my father’s seed, my mother womb
My perverse gallivant, spreads death
I feel ecstasy, I am voyeur with darkest dread
I, the pulse of existing burning fate
Crushing the skulls of sapphire lyre
I am the act of god
An act of a true god
Myriad morals shall fall in the unbridled dusk
As darkness grows, my craving for your demise becomes starved
The dead will surge
Nothing will ever collide with my throne
I am redefined nectar of massacre
The principles of odious made my flesh
Drowning life in my Imperium infliction
Butchering all that you can loose
I fabricate a graveyard of dead corpses
The cause of incubus and lioness genocide
Weaving the art of my craft
Tearing Heaven and Earth to asunder
The clouds stretched through the sky revealing white patches.
It feels ominous as darkness consumes the land,
drifting across the stars.
The stars and little galaxies gallivant
and climb towards their zenith,
devoured by such beauty and
failing to see what else looms above me,
my corner eyes caught hold of them just too late
as the horse and its rider knocked me down with its iron-hoofs. Then I noticed it was suddenly too bright,
the sun had stolen its way in.
There! It stood in its vastness;
I'm left to imagine what lies beyond this bright cloud
as the luminescent sky played hide and seek with darkness.
I slowly drifted far away to a land blissful.
Certain bad things happen to get us off our comfort zone to bigger things; choices we wouldn't have made if situations never forced the hand of fate upon us. Some pain lead to bigger gains, some hurt lead to bigger heart. The importance of learning to transcend beyond these barriers cannot therefore be overemphasized. Look on the brighter side mate, for iron sharpens iron.
We are all PRONE to this or that.
See now how I am prone to ROSE POEMS.
Some folks in LIFE are prone to the
AUDACIOUS mannerisms, without
Regard. Stilling themselves at the heart
Of friction. Witrhin the cogs of TIMES
Through out life.
Seasonal spittle of rain upon a fig tree
In this seasonal cold STORMY BLACK
OF NIGHT. One season then another
Gradually dragging LISTLESSLY.
UNbelievable you forced me to face the truth.
We both knew it was no use.
You STRUCK my heart and.....
It's been YEARS
I'VE BEEN HERE
You've been there and.....
I was to tired to read the
Writing on the wall.
Across the board, be VALIANT
It's Your chore.
Valedictorian of the WORLD.
Speed the course.
Gain the PEARL.
Do not GALLIVANT HAPHAZARDLY.
FEEL and keep your DESTINY
WITHIN sight.
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