In Manipur's lush forests so bright,
Khamba and Nongban ventured with delight,
Seeking blooms to adorn with care,
An altar to Lord Thangjing, their hearts were sworn to share.
Through dense woods, Khamba's path did wind,
Wildflowers' scent and earth's damp design,
Birds sang sweet, leaves rustled free,
A waterfall's roar, a sight to see.
A towering tree, with orchids so fine,
Hanging elegantly, a divine sign,
Khamba's eyes widened, wonder did shine,
As Nongban's gaze, with envy did entwine.
With care, Khamba plucked the bloom so rare,
Petals shimmering, like Lai Haraoba's glare,
Nongban's eyes gleamed, admiration did show,
Khamba felt wonder, in nature's gentle flow.
There is an old goat named Billy
who finds the altitude chilly
and with insufficient grippage
to prevent downhill slippage
may fall off the mountain but will he?
Picture a dusty village road
Where two stubborn goats
One older full of pride
Another younger and very agile
Face each other on a narrow bridge
Neither want to back down
They lock horns in front of the whole village
Each claiming the right of way
On the edges, villager elders watched on
Placing bets on who fights better
Turning merchants for their goods
Whilst the drums of propaganda beats on.
But the bridge
thin and weary from the weight
begins to crack beneath their show down
and when it breaks won’t the whole village bleed from the fall?
Granite g r i p s each hoof,
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thin air coils. a n
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calm eyes ~
sky devours the s
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n.
This rope that strangled me so mercilessly,
Frayed ends unpicked now, twisted into twine,
My Judas noose made into tapestry.
Make fruit of these dreaded labours of mine.
I could hang pallidly but now instead,
I colour this dark world the deepest hues
With emerald, amber, ruby, silken threads,
Stitched all together with shimmering blues.
A friend’s betrayal that led to saving grace,
I’ll turn this heartache into something pure.
My God, take futile bitterness, replace
It for your glory, make it something more.
But take this cup away from me, I begged,
For you, He said, I bled to give you living bread.
Young newlyweds on a love boat
He mounted her like a wild goat
The up and down motion
Of the stormy ocean
Meant super sex – it got their vote!
On a pretty funny note
Pup eats paper like a goat
Digests it pretty easily too
Will he have such good luck with daddy’s shoe?
Living in mountainous rocky area
Makes goat mountain free from predators
But, sometimes a simple wrong steps will kill them
Other danger lurking goat mountain
Are the poachers and hunters.
There once was a restaurant in Guam.
You don't want to bring your mom.
There was a goat
In a fur coat.
And weird things were going on.
The goat was up on the stage.
He was amazing given his age.
There were lots of questions.
A few suggestions.
Then he got back in his cage.
The cage was down on the floor.
It was locked the night before.
We heard the goat
Scream from his throat.
When they took him back to the store.
I had never seen a goat that grinned wider than Genghis Gone
His grin was something you could hang a small firefighter on
We watched him smile at the birds, the sheep and the sky.
Why is he so happy? We asked ourselves, truly wondering why.
A dear come back, a goat returned
I swore I'd leave no stone unturned
I would search on glade and forest
And hope that God would do the rest
April 1, 2024, SPC, PST
My missing goat in brown and white
Whoever took it, it's not right
Why don't he try to raise his own?
There is no point in casting stone
March 30, 2024, SPC, PST
*My undated poems are made for contests*
Upon the hills, dry brush prevails,
Thriving still on winter rains, summer's tale.
Soon, the sun's embrace will come,
Kindling fears of an inferno, a fiery drum.
To mow this meadow, what's the best play?
A herd of goats and sheep, grazing all day,
Heavy machinery falters on the steep hillside,
But sheep and goats revel, clearing the weed far and wide.
As the day wanes, the shepherd must truck,
His flock homeward bound, no time to luck.
Counted them all, or so he thought,
Yet, a darling ewe, Valentine's joy she sought.
Atop the hill, love's sweet rendezvous,
The shepherd found her, enjoying the view.
Things we remember and some that we won't:
changing batteries on a remote,
building sand castles with a moat.,
applying a second coat,
grabbing an umbrella to tote,
sharing an ice cream float,
limiting salt, so we don't bloat,
mailing the thank you notes you wrote,
buying lozengers for a sore throat,
wearing a life jacket when on a boat,
remembering where your supposed to vote,
taking yoga with a goat..
A ball of ripe green lettuce teases Miss T. Goat
She studies it from afar, nothing in her throat
Along comes a handyman who is fixing the moat.
Do you want it down? He asks Miss T. Goat
Miss T. Goat is not the kind to make up her mind.
She sits and stares, until her ideas unravel and unwind.
The handyman moves on, to fix the moat, of course.
Along comes another helper, G. Wiliam Til, a loud horse.
Shall I get it down for you? Asks G. William Till now.
Miss Goat is in a pickle, she does not know how…
To ask for help, so she shakes her head “no”. To G. William Till.
As far as I know the lettuce is hanging there still.
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