An Albatross and a Seagull
nested in a Nut tree. Both
Male birds often went to
the seashore to catch fish.
One day the Seagull went out
and bought back an anchovies
and a large clam snout. He didn't
care for snouts as much, but he
Loved anchovies. He said if Man
we're wise to this, they would grindup
Snouts and anchovies and feed
People all over world. The Seagull
told the Albatross and they told
Rabbit at the hatchery where they'd
often go to get feed and mingle with
the hens and roosters. The rabbit told
the Altratross so you want us to tell
Humans to grind snouts and anchovies
for the betterment of humankind? Yeah
said both the Albatross and Seagull, yeah
we do. ( To be continued)!
Categories:
hatchery, appreciation, bird, business, creation,
Form: Ballade
Origami gifts fledglings multiple
Stork sling incubates infant hatchery
Holds pine seed offspring horticultural
Burst dirt celebrates cedar jamboree
Invisible drive to thrive, hormonal
Reverse javelin sapling spear Jarvis
Pin bend Pilates practice jovial
Christmas bonus brings bountiful harvest
Silken sway, acres of muscular maize
Youthful juice under crisp skirt harem
Masters of last year crushed in hasty haze
Mulched during terrain turn over mayhem
Lake levitator long necked swan mascot
Lays Faberge eggs in reed bloom jackpot
16th November
Manyfest
Categories:
hatchery, animal, blessing, celebration, imagery,
Form: Sonnet
Hatchery of Verses
Rainbow soaks the nib of pen
In the solitude of the den
Metaphors vie to escape shell
In that wonderful virgin dell
Cultivate syntax, in that hour
In the secret, sovereign bower
Leis of verses propagate
With fragrance fill my plate
Categories:
hatchery, 12th grade, poetry, writing,
Form: Rhyme
Ralph Waldo Emerson: “A woodland walk, a quest for river-grapes, a mocking thrush, a wild rose or rock-living columbine, salve my worst wounds.”
SUFFERING SEASON
broken…
the sediment — a deposition seed,
of what meaning, this scrawl?
splinters splayed, suffering season
comforted by a columbine.
pressed into the carnivorous cranny
of melancholic chords, phantom phenom
appears from sunless shadows,
felicitous with numb heartstrings.
pretense of petals pierced,
potent poison’d creative mind.
woman in white, welded to hatchery,
sings wisdom and solitude —
shy flower cranes its head to listen.
rebirth croons in crannied space,
cramps of convalescence released.
a lonely boy. . . the florid dove lands
on two fingers, he’s mesmerized —
the apparition strokes his hair.
2/21/2020
Flower in the Crannied Wall Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Categories:
hatchery, depression, flower,
Form: Free verse
This is the great big world we will see.
It begins inside this hatchery.
Since Our Ford made it reality,
it has been home for both you and me.
These are the children of tomorrow.
Give them happiness without sorrow.
In harmonious community,
we are strong with solidarity.
Zygotes renew our identity;
each a pillar of stability.
We will expand our society.
It is possible with you and me.
From the alpha down to epsilon,
the quilt is sewn at each echelon.
We insure that life shall carry on
We shall make each stitch continuous.
All our borders are contiguous.
With Ford’s help, it shall be congruous.
Take pride in your working as you go.
Care for the fetuses. Watch them grow.
These are the children of tomorrow.
Based on the 1932 novel "Brave New World" by the late Aldous Huxley
Categories:
hatchery, adventure, science fictionchildren,
Form: Rhyme
Eclipse Of The Soul
By: Noel N. Villarosa
Plants harmonize to the sun to bring life aglow
And to rest at the night’s luminary
The sea is waiting for the wind to blow
And serve as a cradle for fish hatchery
And mankind, on the hustle and bustle of each day
Gyrate on a merry-go-round, so tedious
Withal, a wishy-washy self
And a thrall of his own fear
Thither that place called ‘hades’
And in his dream the edelweiss and wisteria
Go down to ecocide
The fierce billow has taken many billets-doux
Into a forlorn land
Pensive for a homing pigeon to carry his thought to God
That once awaken, a harmonica is playing
And a new paradise for dwelling
Many at threescore are not contented
And praying for a longer life
But many committed blasphemy so umpteen
And now yelling for the forgiveness of sin
And the fracas he brought to nature
Now mankind is waiting for the great covenant
For the realization of life, truth, and love as above all
And the destruction of sin, sickness, and death
Before he sees the complete eclipse of his soul
Written and posted in voicesnet.com poetry site: 28 October 2009
Categories:
hatchery, confusion, faith, hope, life,
Form: Free verse
The cracker crisp Maine air
rang with the rooster’s revel.
Moving day, time to clean the hens shed.
Monstrous three story hatchery,
thousands of burnt umber; beauties a laying.
Lace edged, bobby socks, red Keds,
barrettes, T-shirt and shorts;
and off to the hen house, pony tail bouncing.
Immersed in the acrid reek of chicken dew;
Blue jean boys, Georgie, and Wayne,
Aunt Donna and pony-tail girl;
wade through squawk, cluck and doodle.
Horrific chore, it had to get rid of THE girl?
The boys gawk at her waiting.
Up they all must go! Sunny side up!
Up, up, with the upside down
omelet laying peckers.
Grande dames lance laces,
buttons and barrettes.
wing flap, feathers fly,
deep brown questioning eyes.
“Get along with you three!”
Aunt Donna screams,
spitting feathers above the din.
“Up stairs with the whole damn lot of them!”
The boys eye the girl
and with a tilt of her chin
and scrawny pecker in each diminutive hand;
she joins the troops
walking gingerly over
the sawdust refuse strewn floor,
up the tangled trio go, up!
And into the valley of peckers
strode she.......grin.
Categories:
hatchery, adventure, animals, childhood
Form: Free verse
The cracker crisp Maine air
rang with the rooster’s revel.
Moving day, time to clean the hens shed.
Monstrous three story hatchery,
thousands of burnt umber; beauties a laying.
Lace edged bobby socks, red Keds, barrettes, T-shirt and short;
and off to the hen house, pony tail bouncing.
Immersed in the acrid reek of chicken dew;
Blue jean boys, Georgie, Wayne,
Aunt Donna and pony tail girl;
wade through squawk, cluck and doodle.
Horrific chore, girl eraser, the boys gawk on.
Up they all must go! Sunny side up!
Up, up, with the upside down
omelet laying peckers.
Grande dames lance laces,
buttons and barrettes.
wing flap, feathers fly,
deep brown questioning eyes.
“Get along with you three!”
Aunt Donna screams spitting feathers
above the din. “Up stairs
with the whole damn lot of them!”
The boys eye the girl and with a tilt of her chin
and scrawny pecker in each diminutive hand;
they troop gingerly over the sawdust refuse strewn floor,
up the tangled trio go, up!
Categories:
hatchery, nostalgiagirl,
Form: Narrative