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There is a kind, Someone like me
Waking up to 100 or no messages
And warm good morning from sun
Chirping birds welcomes the smile, coffee soothes the eye.
The white sky greets us in the noon
pen and diary await the moon
Our fingers run down the messy hair
Patting us, saying "you made it to another stair"
Silently we sit, giving words to thoughts
Sunkissed portrayed with moonlight and stars
We don't look and smile, but smile and look
Like the light twinkling at a distance
Shining with a gleam that changes constantly from bright to faint.
There is a kind, Someone like me
As colourful as the butterfly, glowing like a firefly
There is a kind, someone like me
As amazing as the art of Rome ,
As mild and sweet like the blue wine of Spain and
As bright as flowers of Amsterdam.
Finding happiness in French toast and pancakes
To breaking down amidst paper bits
There is a kind, someone like me
Learning and laughing through conventional mainstream
There is a kind, someone like me
Loving and dreaming of a land-of-milk-and-honey.
The cat fell into our wall today, upstairs, where I did not even know we had a hole.
I am the mom of three excited girls who are all shrieking
for they can hear the pitiful cat screams.
I will be able to handle it.
I am the mom, right?
Meow. Meow. MEOW. Meow?
The cries are softer now,
as if the cat is beginning the dying process.
Meow. Meow? Meow?
Did I mention I am not a prissy Mom?
A Mom who has no concept of how hard drywall is to fix...
I am soon running from floor to floor,
listening with my dog-ears, making holes,
hoping beyond hope I do not come out of a
hole with half a cat, or a cat nose or a cat tail.
My husband is less than excited about it when
he arrives home, because he had no idea I
have an axe, knowing me well enough to
know, of course I would not be afraid
to lavishly use one
Moral of this story: Cat safe, woman in dog house
it gone, dissolved into thin air?
No, yet it falls short,
merely needed, quietly required.
Is it far beyond reach?
It is lost.
Uprooted, dislodged, cast aside,
vanished into the void, strayed far from home.
Scarcely present, desperately needed,
discarded to the winds.
Set down upon feet that are not its own,
abandoned entirely, left behind to wither.
Curled small, diminished by scarcity,
verging on non-existence,
softened by fragility and weakness.
Absent without leave,
lost along a twisted path,
pushed to the rear, left to trail behind,
taken outside and abandoned to the dark.
Absence upon absence—it is not here,
nowhere to be found beneath the skies,
unmarked in the records, unwritten in the log.
Yet once considered, once weighed as enough,
truly sufficient,
measured and perfectly complete.
It is found—it is met—
right here in this very space.
Yet he is gone, she is gone.
The waters have washed through; what was, has departed,
yearning for home, longing for where it belongs.
Never to return, never again,
borne away by shift, surrendered to abandonment,
forgotten and ignored.
One who never knew the path of learning,
no traveler on this road.
Faeries are tittering among the bluebells, asters and sunflowers.
I do not have to hear them to sense their giggles and feel their joy.
The fey love meadows like this, she is being blessed by sun today.
I feel eyes on me; brownies? Elves? The grasses are long.
Living beings are discreetly watching; wondering at my motive.
This is a virginal meadow, people have not been here for a while.
I slow down my pace and sit, breathing in the beauty of today.
There is a magical, mystical, ethereal feeling here.
I watch tiny bugs, grasshoppers, ants, and a lady bug.
She delights me the most, giving my imagination a little song.
I sing the ditty to her, and I laugh, feeling God in this place.
Surely it is the most blessed place in the world right this second.
A violet and a patch of clover take my attention toward the woods.
Is that a tiny door at the base of the giant oak?
I have to take a closer look….
My son,
I've embraced wisdom and have been guarded by its impenetrable walls.
My feet have walked the earth for decades,
that which I've witnessed haven't been ignored but paid great heed to.
My son,
Don't be afraid of isolation.
You don't know how desperate are the hearts of those you gather with,
Your eyes are blind to their thoughts.
My son,
Don't be deceived by facial expressions,
hypnotized by its fake smile and suddenly have a stabbed back.
The teeth is white but the heart is hidden.
My son,
Take a look at my friend Thompson,
he earns a thousand dollars every month.
He then begs for one dollar from the girl he loves so much,
leaving the remaining with her to squander alone.
My son,
Isn't that foolishness, to allow a woman see that you're a weakling?
Giving her your entire sweat, and beg for only one to manage.
She doesn't even care about him.
My son,
The heart will burn like flame.
Not even a word should be uttered at this state.
Let your heart cool before taking any step
My son, I've walked this earth for years
seen good and bad, learned to steer clear
Don't let money make you lose your head
it'll fly away like leaves, leave you in the cold instead.
years for now, the Vicar preached his village,
message of peace and everlasting love,
but back at home his wife would show him rage,
shout “ Leave me alone” and give him a shove!
corpulent now, no more as slim when young,
she was now a mother of children three,
loved him dearly, though she vented her lung,
“let me do my work, go! I am not free!
Christmas lights would bring much needed romance,
a cuddle, a kiss when the two were free,
if he professed something beyond a dance,
a shy “leave me alone, It’s time for tea!
thunderstorms were lot frequent in their town,
he would thank the Lord, for she held him close,
much love was shared when in their dressing gown,
“Leave me alone” smiled she,”time to repose”.
Written 13/11/2021
Leave me alone poetry contest
Mystic Rose Rose sponsored
10 syllables each line
I have seen them stand outside my door,
pleading mother to help stage their show,
on our verandah with stony floor,
tattered clothes, hungry child, wife on tow!
dusty robes speak of miles he walked,
two woven baskets on wooden yoke,
usual wares with which he embarked,
a venomous trade to feed his folks!
with widened eyes I saw him sit down,
his sweat pouring down in summer heat,
mopping face and brow with long sleeved gown,
asks favour of water, food to eat!
rested and nourished his show is on,
a crowd of urchins get a free peep,
melody like from an old car horn,
he blows sharp and sweet but yet so deep.
speckled cobra nearly five feet long,
rocks in anger with an open hood,
heat of summer is no time for song,
disturbed from slumber, how very rude!
As child was overawed by his skills,
such deadly snakes controlled by his Been*,
there is tragedy behind each thrill,
truth of life, often hidden unseen!
snake charmer’s life is twin tragedy,
education denied from a child,
for snake it is to be in custody,
to lose their freedom to rule the wild!
let’s solve this tale with education,
help their children go to a good school,
use their skills to help conservation,
so the snakes roam free, the wild to rule!
*Been a musical flute made from a coconut shell used by snake charmers to distract the snake
Premier contest winner (3)
Written 4/01/2021
9 syllables each line except one that has 10 syllables
‘The Snake Charmers’ poetry contest
Kai Michael Neumann sponsored
My favourite spot is the South of France,
where I met my new love during a dance,
she spoke only french with a lovers lisp,
tall and elegant in a white gown crisp.
I knew but little of this foreign tongue,
where few words are said others stay in lung,
who gives a damn about this new language,
when with one beautiful I could engage,
I shook with her hips and danced in tune,
both full of French wine in that month of June,
drums and violin, loud female singer,
love in the air, good reason to linger,
shoulder to shoulder with our backs to back,
we took each moment, never were we slack,
soon it was midnight and the clock struck twelve,
she kissed my cheek and took of her silk glove,
end of evening but beginning of love…
….
that’s the reason, I love the South of France,
speak no French but fell in love with a dance!
Written 19/0/2022
My favourite Vacation Poetry contest
L Milton Hankins sponsored
10 syllables each line aa bb rhyme sequence- couplet form.
I lay my eggs in water.
I criticize my daughter.
My eyesight is super keen.
My nymphs are rarely seen
We are formidable predators, my children and I.
Our lower lips snatch prey as it tries to float by.
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I hope you said DAMSELFLY!
*P - Pegasus
O - Other horses
Pegasus,
the winged horse
Olympus
flew off course
Stallion
horse that's male
land in
a grassy dale
horses
came up to him
sources
to say his name
P - Pegasus.
forwards a pony
addresses
O - Sounds Greek to me.
P - It should be,
P - I am from Greece,
P - by the Aegean Sea.
now all at peace.
P - But before I go home,
P - I go to La La Land,
P - then on to Rome.
O - That land is a dreamland,
O - but wait, you no go back,
O - you go to that place?
P - All roads lead home, no offtrack.
O - But, La La, Dream, it's out in space.
P - It's okay, I got wings.
O - Okay, take the second star to the right, ...
P - No attached strings?
O - No you'll be alright.
O - And then, straight on till morning ...