in the bushes underneath a torn-up vine
I found Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum sublime
They did not speak to me, but spoke to each other
I told them I was going to tell my mother
Tweedle Dee bit me on the shin, and his brother jumped in
They were devil dervishes, then they took a chunk of my chin
I was screaming away for someone to save me that day
But a hole in the ground opened and they whisked me away
giant hole in the ground
I think of course snake
dragon emerges with barely a sound
frightened, I start to shake
at two a.m. the dragon flies back in
how did he fit into that hole for goodness sakes?
I look down and his giant green eye gives me a grin.
I smell the aroma of a giant clam bake
are you okay down there? I yell to my dragon.
He gives me a wings up, and I settle down.
The next afternoon there are baked clams in my wagon.
And I am bragging about him all over town.
don’t push me over
the floor is slippery
a sheen of black oil
why can’t you see?
the hole in the ground
through the carpet
my heart at the bottom
still beating i think
i’m trying to run
legs growing heavy
melting inside my skin
looking over my shoulder
eyes branding me
dripping off
the back of my head
down my body
under my feet
head hitting the floor
eyes shining black
hole in your soul
my heart in your fist
still beating i think
The Sleep
The bedroom was dark, I closed my eyes
and it got darker still
waited for the moment when stepping
out of the day and into the sleep
I was in a black forest and could hear silence
up ahead I saw a glimmer of light
and thought someone was using an iPhone
As I walked towards the light
I didn't see the hole in the ground, and fell
and fell into a stygian darkness that could
breaths like it was a being
and sensed the rush of wind
then it was morning, the window was open
the new breeze of the day entered
The Sleep
The bedroom was dark, I closed my eyes
and it got darker still
waited for the moment when stepping
out of the day and into the sleep
I was in a black forest and could hear silence
up ahead I saw a glimmer of light
and thought someone was using an iPhone
As I walked towards the light
I didn't see the hole in the ground, and fell
and fell into a stygian darkness that could
breaths like it was a being
and sensed the rush of wind
then it was morning, the window was open
the new breeze of the day entered
I know a hole in the ground is not the end
I pray dear Lord forgive me of my sin
The end of the fence I can see
Heaven is where I want to be
So many people I want to see again
There's a big Buttinski running around
King 'Mind Your Business' he should be crowned
On offense, he attacks
Good attitude, he lacks
He's digging a deeper hole in the ground
It wasn't all that long ago when a hole in the ground was where people would go.
Many grew sick from lack of hygiene so some one invented the pit latrine.
This greatly prevented the spread of disease. People squatted over a slab
and bent at the knees.
The first flushable was used by British royalty, a toilet that the commoner
would never see.
Chamber pots and out houses were used by many.
They composted the waste and saved a lot of pennies.
Years later dry toilets were used in most homes.
They had a wooden seat as their throne.
Some time during the twentieth century flushable toilets were
in every home you would see.
Tout allure and hello to a cleaner way.
A clever French man invented the bidet.
Is this too much information? Don't go yet.
The end of my evolution of the toilet.
It takes a village to dig a hole in the ground,
it takes an engineer to know where.
Point is extended families keep children safe
holes in the ground, like politicians,
end up dangerous and useless
and talk about ‘it takes’ and ‘villages’
is just a dumb way of saying,
that the air that we breath, and water we drink
can be purified by talking crap.
"Is this the gate of Heaven?" asked Mary.
"Silly" said Anne, it's only the gate of the park."
As they walked down the glade Mary enquired:
"Who lives in the trees over there?
Look. they're waving at us."
"It's nobody," said Anne, "just the shades
dancing over the grass under the trees."
"Let's climb the mound," said Mary.
"Yes, let's" said Anne.
"Does this hill lead to the sky?" asked Mary.
"Of course it doesn't," snapped Anne.
"If you were big like me, you'd see
the thorns and thistles with purple flowers
on the brow of the hill, you would."
"Are hilly brows like eyebrows?" asked Mary.
"Sort of, ony different," said Anne,
looking very deliberate like Mum sometimes.
Mary ran ahead. "Look!" she cried,
"you can see a piece of the sky
where there's a hole in the ground."
"Silly, that the relegshun of the sky
in the lake," said Anne.
One at the lakeside they saw a swan
swimming gracefully toward them.
"Is it an angel? asked Mary .
Her sister was speechless for a moment.
"It's just lovely," sighed Ann,
who for once dropped her omniscient guard.
silly
I went out one night;
folks say they don’t bite,
but grabbing the banister,
I slapped my hand upon one.
No, the experience was not fun
for the mantis nor me,
this painful whelp I cannot relieve!
My pet Gekko Little Elk,
in his tank on the shelf,
got his own terrible fright one night.
with a mantis he tangled,
and ended up mangled;
and his tail didn’t grow back right.
My cat jack chasing a mouse;
I’d prefer he’d chase grouse,
stuck his nose in hole in the ground.
Imagine my scowl,
when he let out a yowl,
mantis claws converted nose to ground-round.
Once upon a time when no one was around,
A lost puppy was born in a hole in the ground.
When he ate scraps, he made the strangest sound,
A high pitch whine that would always resound.
He found a blanky in the streets that was profound,
And used it to hide to avoid the pound.
It soon became warmth when he was cold bound,
And made him the happiest when he frowned.
One day a girl saw him, and love did surround,
Took him home with care; he was a happy hound!
In loneliness and sorrow, he no longer drowned,
No longer was he lost; he was finally found!
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4.15.2022
Nursery Rhyme 3 Poetry Contest
Eve Roper
The depraved will dig a hole in the ground
As under the crust's of hell they are bound
The Wrath of God will hold them to the fire
Behold the time of the False Christ's desire
The falling away should come and is near
The time to forget hope and learn to fear
Now the devil opens and spreads his wings
For the end time has come for bitter things
So does the wicked mourn a passing bell
Surely their fate lies in the depths of hell
The boy in the drain
A boy of five years played in a field
noticed a hole in the ground worth exploring
a hiding place to show other children.
He fell and fell like forever before the falling stopped.
It was dark and cold he wanted to go was home.
The boy cried out they would come and save him
I must stay strong; he was strong falling asleep
and waking up, stay strong, stays strong.
five days is a long time for a boy of five.
So, easy to succumb to the long sweet dream.
The evening of the fifth day, the rescuers
reached him, but it was too late.
Morocco is mourning.
For many of us, it was as hope for the future
had vanished words do not cover our despair.
This is my Recollection
A salutation to mules, donkeys and horses.
They have disappeared from city life
but without them, no city could be built.
Without the beasts no them, no field to plough
we owe then our way of life.
The beasts were sacrificed in our senseless wars.
We remember them not that saddens me.
There is a hole in the ground, a dot beside an oak
where the mare of many foals stood.
I miss the sturdy beauty of donkeys and mules.
The aroma of their work is gone, and we are poorer
of the vision, we shall not see again
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