may be many ways
how cattle in field will graze
we can give God praise
Short weekends and long weekdays
School’s out then it’s onto résumés and workdays
Mondays dragging on through to Fridays
Long commutes on highways, subways and tramways
Toiling for okays, some praise and hopefully a raise
Soirees and negligees for Saturdays
Aspiring to bouquets so enchanting in a vase
Before you know it’s on for matinees on Sundays
Enjoying soufflés, sorbets, sundaes and parfaits
Eyeing the calendar for paydays
As well as birthdays, holidays and getaways
But nowadays, as retirees, we have our days
And often we just graze in haze almost a daze
Where Tuesdays look no different than Thursdays
To paraphrase it’s our final phase when interplays
In many ways the sweet nostalgia of yesterdays
AP: 3rd place 2020
Sheep Start To Graze
While the silent will sheep start to graze,
Our heavenly Father we solemnly praise;
One day will be,
Both Him and me;
Where things are bright without a haze.
Jim Horn
majestic awe of twilight
stealthy through labyrinth might
field inundated with dawn
waked not the woods daunting fawn
3/25/2017
Contest: Form J - Jueju
Sponsored by: Broken Wings
Qijue - 4 lines, 7 syllables each line
I do not pine
till I glance upon thee in mind
...for thou art an actuality
breathing in and out
flesh
and I am set upon ...by ferociousness and rancor
ardent ...greedy un-feedable need
hysterical desperation
then...harmonic and fluid
liquid gold pours from my soul...cascades off the tips of my fingers
(as I graze your surface)
how can I not go see you?...but I CAN see you
so I do not go there.
I do not use your memory
... for the resistance to whimsy is a concrete wall
of divisive ice and deep grey stone
When sheep start to graze
And with God plays then will praise
No sheep ever strays.
Jim Horn
Kind of touched it up a bit.
When eyes which once gave glances of sweet love
Now send such cruel reproaches to my heart;
When grace uncalled for descended like a dove
But now with pain my skin,once kind, does smart....
At times these days of grief and loss seem harsh
As if some demon owns my inmost heart.
And without grace my lips are dry and parched..
with fear I shiver,tremble and I start.
Shall I attempt retaliation for this hurt?
What weapon shall I use to vent my rage?
my lips were never fashioned to be curt.
My soul,no warrior eager war to wage
How shall I find my way out of this maze,
back to green fields where sheep so docile graze?
THEY graze in beauty on the land
of grassy glades and dewy dales,
and all that's best of tamed and tanned
meets in their aspect and their tails;
thus softened with that tender hand
which Shepherd to mild glen compels.
One fleece the more, one spot the less,
had half-possessed the shearless grace
which wreathes in every woolen tress
that gently whitens o'er their face,
where eyes serenely sweet express
how pure, how dear their ovine race.
And on that rump, and o'er that round,
so firm, so strong, yet elegant,
the baas that win, the hooves that bound,
but tell of days in meadows spent—
a flock at peace with all around,
a drove whose milk is innocent.
Do you love people, childs, country and world more than your own live?
Than graze presidents and leaders
with heavy knots, strong sticks, iron rods.
Beat them, hart, wound their nice building carcasses,
deform their saturated with rarely ingredients bodies,
reshape their excellent trained torsos
merciless and severe
for their sake and savings and bless of nation.
All presidents and governors look as asses
able to learn and be patient
only through terrible beating and sufferings.
Only after long termed awful treatments
by own awoken people
from generation to generation
their majesties have getting to respect
very slowly and gradually
the human rights, law, justice and other firmaments
of sustained civil society,
stopping for ever
to kill the freedom and opponents,
to dream about live long presidency,
and stealing billion dollars
from the purse of country,
turning the nation
toward the Black Hole of universal corruptions.
So graze presidents and leaders
if you love people and country
and own soul more than your up-to-date living.
Serengeti so green,
Animals in vast herds graze;
Feeds the many thousands.
In the cool midday
By the garden fence, deer graze
...alone and at peace
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