Soft eyed promoter, softer
Evening's light within
One hare, of what, too, my heart
Drew, moistily, out.
Through which quietness, more airs'
Wild herb scents hung in
Enlarged a soul's own focus.
"Bondship,!" Each thought-sprout.
Wherever I may hop
and plop them down
in summer my hind feet
are a shade of brown
yet in winter white
which leave large footprints
each and every night
but then by day
I'll have you know
they give the game away
as is my inborn habit
here there and everywhere
for at best I'm less a rabbit
more a snowshoe hare
a fox and a hare
race for winter's survival—
the fox leaves hungry
Hare trapped in a bubble,
Too pained by the capture;
Yet chews its last supper.
Even joy precedes pains—
stop your stare,
dare to help.
Though I err,
spare some love,
wipe my tear.
Oh me, oh my,
How time keeps tick-tocking by!
Each year shaves pounds of days off the next
Unburdened, it races on, faster and faster yet.
We say, "Wasn't it yesterday or maybe just last week?"
Or "where'd the time go?! Damn the thief!"
Summer break was the Tortoise in our youth,
but then we understood the stories moral and truth…
That slow and steady… each minute is gone
Until, in not so very long, the race is won.
At the finish line, where loved ones wait…out of time…
The Clock will stop, inevitable and sure,
when the hare-swift Tic, is Toking no more.
My dear Lord Hari,
You are the supreme attainment for all living beings.
Each day devotees drink the nectar of chanting your holy name.
They pray to the acharyas
To understand your pastimes,
Which is like food for the stomach,
And honey to the ear.
Blessed are those who take shelter of your lotus feet,
Where even the lowest of creatures may find solace
In your causeless mercy.
All the denizens of the earth cheer and beat their kettle drums,
Surly has the goddess of fortune found us.
Haribol!
The tortoise ran his race
far, far off the pace
While the speedy hare
zoomed from here to there
Yet when they tallied up the score
the tortoise had paused to help more
folks than the hare, who went too fast
missed his chance, and came in last
Tortoise looked, couldn't see, hare disappeared.
Only him, tortoise win, hare reappeared.
the sportsmanship that
honesty competes often
eludes the cheaters
The Word of Life is joy everlasting.
In the game of life, we win, lose, and die,
patterns reasoning; be glad we're living.
Living for the trice, losers don't comply,
trifles our distractions are ankle-deep.
Count on time won't add up you'll meet Grim Reap.
Speed misjudged its breaks; odds knew--widow's mite.
Live yond your means, who are your family.
A hard worker, big spender, works in spite,
Jones styles for their smiles, save one--their envy.
Live simple, live smart unlike ducks and drakes,
odds knew--widow's mite; speed misjudged its breaks.
The hare expected to win and the tortoise knew he would lose--too much and too little of themselves, until fate intervened.
One sat under the apple tree until an apple fell on its head, and the other was on top of that tree, simply going out on a limb.
The hare expected to win and the tortoise knew he would lose--too much and too little of themselves, until fate intervened.
One sat under the apple tree until an apple fell on its head, and the other was on top of that tree, simply going out on a limb.
L-Speed misjudged its breaks; odds knew--widow's mite.-a
E-Live yond your means, who are your family.-b
T-A hard worker, big spender, works in spite,-a
T-Jones styles for their smiles save one--their envy.b
E-Live simple, live smart unlike ducks and drakes,-c
R-odds knew--widow's mite; speed misjudged its breaks.-c
B-The Word of Life is joy everlasting-a
E-In the game of life, we win, lose, and die-b
T-patterns reasoning, be glad we're living-a
T-living for the trice, losers don't comply,-b
E-trifles our distractions are ankle-deep.-c
R-Count on time won't add up you'll meet Grim Reap.-c
the sportsmanship that
honesty competes often
eludes the cheaters
Tortoise looked, couldn't see, hare disappeared.
Only him, tortoise win, hare reappeared.
“A Tortoise and Hare decide to race. The hare is so confident in the lead that he naps while the tortoise keeps going to win.” Aesop’s Fable
Learning from their practical contest
Hare and tortoise built friendship, really best
Helping each other with kindness’ zest
Complementing one another to the fullest
Hare in running fast, finding nest of sweet rest
With tortoise sharing provisions for food fest
Thankful to God* for their partnership that's blest.
*1 Thessalonians 5:18 - In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.
February 29, 2024
1st place, "The Rest of the Story" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Miranda Hawley; judged on 3/19/2024
The rabbits in the village got together
In all kinds of situations and bad weather
To construct a marvelous bed for Mr. Zee.
He thought of others all the time you see.
He had given his own bed away.
To a rabbit family in need one day.
He gave away his dresser too.
To a swindler named Betsy Lou.
Mr. Zee was shocked on Christmas Eve.
To find out what the villagers had up their sleeve.
We wanted you to have your new bed tonight.
Your dresser is built in, they said, it’s red and right.
He gave them hugs and kisses, and went to sleep.
Under a soft quilt constructed by quilting sheep.
They too had wanted to honor this wonderful hare
Who always would do for others everything he would dare.
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