Oh, scorched cathedral of the desert floor,
Where purple shadows stretch across the sand.
The sun retreats behind the Dragoon peaks,
Leaving its fire to cool upon the land.
Behold the Corral, hushed in evening’s light,
Where lead once sang a song of sudden death;
The echoes of the thirty seconds’ roar.
Still seem to catch the frantic, fiery breath.
And there, upon the ridge where cactus bloom,
The wooden crosses tilt in that stony soil;
Old Boot Hill, where the weary rest entombed,
Freed from the bullet and bitter, silver toil.
Ah, Tombstone, a town too tough to fade,
You wear the twilight like a tattered shroud;
A monument to every choice once made,
Beneath the lonely, drifting desert cloud.
In velvet umbra burns a hallowed flame,
As ghosts rise and shadows find their fame.
A
historic flood
forgotten except in
tucked away
newspapers
which a reader
runs across and
due to an assumed
overlay of time
apparently
avoids the freedom
arising as what
is happening~~
Scientist in the present are
Trying to play God with the future
Pre-historic animals have been discovered
Still in tack, and you're trying to
Recreate the past that wasn't
Meant to be, dinosaurs and other
pre-extinct animals were destroyed
Millions of years ago for a reason
Humans and dinosaur animals
We're not meant to live together
And I'm not planning on being
The meal, how can anyone be okay
With this or allow anyone to do this
This is the present not the past
A new proud king of
forest had new dream-
dream of being in
history, till books
become history
He welcomed next day's
Sun with new vigor,
made rules in jiffy
ruling, ruled and rules
had to follow sure
clawed, hoofed, webbed, toed, heeled
all to offer part
of whatever chewed
lesser things to give
part of little haves
earthworms, termites, ants
millipedes, snails, worms
should clear out, too soon
king liked forest floor
to be tidy clean
trees of aged wisdom
stood in stun silence
feared to give advice
so they learn to wait
as king waits to learn
No golden buzzer
Left for Pinay teen singer,
Crowd stood for her.
ODE oars outlook
Provoking poet's prowess
Quaggy QUEEN's quills
Reign
Amen!
Every woman is someone’s queen, without women what would the world have been.Quote - Poets own
An Historic Queen
If I had been made a Queen of England
Back then in those historic days of yore
I’d have worn a crown, a ring on my hand
And silver and gold would be clothes I wore.
I’d have ladies in waiting - in the wings
Ladies who would tend to my every need
Because I’d wed one of those ancient kings
A king to whom I'd been proudly decreed.
There may have been others he had bedded
Maybe he'd have fallen for someone else
I could've been cruelly beheaded
Or left in a tower all by myself.
Then no one would ever need to curtsy
Yet, if we’d been blessed with a desired son
Then that would have made me truly worthy
In the eyes of the King and everyone.
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27th July 2022
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It's All About Three Q's Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Form: No. 1 - Quatrain
Theme: Life
Historic flood
There are a few unread books on me
bookshelf and they will stay that way
I needn’t everything in print.
My depression hangs in the landscape
streaks on dusty window panes tell me
the obvious: clean me now!
I wait for the pharmacy to open after
the lunch break, hope it is not full of women
talking about pills, illnesses and diets.
I’m not watching TV today I need not
to know more about the storm everyone
talks about, I have seen it worse.
Soon I will be stopped by a hero telling
me he was in New York during the histrionic
storm which made the governor famous.
The apothecary should be open now
better hurry and don´t worry
what the afternoon newspaper prints.
Inside a cave lived the Stooges Three.
This was long before recorded history.
To make butter this morning, it was Shemp's turn.
Larry tickled him as Shemp shook cream in the churn.
For dinner, Moe attempted to hunt a duck.
He tried his best, but had the lousiest luck.
Aggie was the cavegirl Moe would adore.
Maggie and Baggy were the other girls next door.
Are you curious about how the situation will go?
All you have to do is watch the video.
Based on the 1948 Columbia Pictures short subject "I'm a Monkey's Uncle" starring the Three Stooges.
A Historic Event
Bright stars now ascending
The silken threads
Of your earthly footsteps
Shattered – broken.
And yet you still ascend
Through galaxies of midnight
Embraced by the One
In an eternal sun storm.
Your spirits ejected
Into a clear blue morning
Tumbling with stunned eyes
Entering an unexplored world.
As you rise in blinding fury
Your exploration spirits
Still leave guide map seekers
Yearning to touch unseen galleries.
Bright challenger stars
Tragedy engulfs you –
But, your legacy, ascending in courage,
Still rises – always remembered.
Challenger, ode to explorers
In lyrics of lose
Laments from all nations
Still rise to find you.
9-26-20
Dedicated to Challenger and her crew when the space shuttle exploded on take-off in January of 1985.
153 words
Contest: A Historic Event
Sponsor: William Kekaula
I was driving my way home from Paris,
I drove off the ferry quite late,
I switched on the radio as i drove off,
And i never will forget the date.
They started to talk about Paris,
Where I’d been just the day before,
An accident in a deep tunnel,
Where i’d driven, I was pretty sure.
So tired i slept in the car, soon,
A car park off the beaten track,
Woke up around eight in the morning,
Before I began the drive back.
The news just got sadder that morning,
As the radio I switched back on,
I just really couldn’t believe that,
The most famous princess had gone.
There have been many theories what happened,
An Accident, conspiracy?
Just a sad night for the whole of the world,
But I still thought, it could have been me!
The event: The death of Princess Diana, 31st August 1997
22 September 2020
A historic event contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Legend goes on discovery of
Universal Law of Gravitation
as an apple from tree just fell off
on ground, watched by Sir Isaac Newton.
He considered ripen apple
as experimental sample.
Free fall of fruit made him curious.
Scientist started thinking serious.
On detachment from stalk aftermath
the apple neither hangs in air
nor goes up under wind’s care,
but is bound to fall on Earth.
Great Gravitational force is responsible.
To escape attraction of Earth is impossible
for all earthly materials.
Gravity claims credentials.
The Mathematician and Physicist Sir Isaac Newton discovered Theory of
Gravity. Gravitational Force acts between all pairs of bodies. He formulated
the Inverse Square Law of Universal Gravitation in 1687.
09/22/20
An historic event took place
On November of 2008
Barack Obama was the
First black president to
Be elected
History had been made
It had never been seen before
Which shows that this country had
Moved forward in time
It was a beautiful thing
To witness all the support
He had at his inauguration
NOVEMBER 4TH, 2008
WILLIAM KEKAULA
SEPTEMBER 21, 2020
You can tie my eyes
You can tie my lips
Tie my hands and legs
Block my tiny ears
But how do you tie my Destiny
Block the blows to my tiny body
World of wonder, where are you
Where skies are dark with smoke
Food and water scarce
Malnutrition staring, in my face
Staring into deaths eyes
How do you tie my heart
Our little souls now in abyss
Angels on mighty wings
Creator of smiles, have a heart
Devils have a sense of humor too
Come uplift us, we are part
Of this beautiful human race.
Yemen is facing the largest humanitarian crisis
in the world
And children are being robbed of their futures.
Twelve million children are suffering, maimed
and killed in conflict.Tens of thousands more
could develop life threatening severe acute
malnutrition over the next six months
and under 5years of age a staggering 2.4 million.
Covid-19 has added to the suffering with
sanitation and clean water in short supply.
Civil War started on 27
January 2011, ongoing till now.
Dated 20.09.2020. Written For ( William Kekaula )
Bullets grace this darkened night sky of mine
Lights flash above the stone encrusted walls
Tragedy strikes as my commander dines
Without remorse as his blood servants fall
The rain weeps in pity for all dead souls
The outcome seems dark, a desolate end
Crossing the hairs for fellow armored ghouls
A flicker of hope explodes as they fend
The parting clouds permit a weightless sign
Reversal of fears encompass the sky
As our commander rises to feet
Hoisting a victorious flag up high
Cheers erupt through enemy defeat
A promising sight of a needed win
Surpasses the cries of murderous sins
During battles of defending strongholds of medieval castles
9/22/20
Tim Varner (Finlee)
A Historic Event Poetry Contest
William Kekaula
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