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As she meditated the room brightened.
Streaks of energy came in and lightened.
She did not flinch, used to such things.
The whirls of essence danced in her rings.
She shut off her eyes and concentrated.
Hoping her front latch was firmly gated.
She understood the value of the spirit guides.
Who were now showing their power deep inside.
Her ancestral guides were filling the room
They came with a swish, one came with a swoon.
The room began to change, her face as well.
She was no longer herself an enthusiastic tell.
The flame of the candle began showing off
She heard her mother in the next room cough
She smiled for she had not seen her for a long time
Spinning in happiness, her spirit animal a mime.
I know you are here, she told her deer.
Her most favorite power animal, now so very near.
Not to worry my lady, the fawn said silently.
Your meditation is the best today it will ever be.
An old Tramp wandered around locally
When I was young man in my early teens
I used to see him daily wandering around in a daze
Dressed in an old dirty jacket and well worn out jeans
But what made him so memorable, I still think about him to day
Was what was with him was a Badger on an old black lead
With its short legs and Weasel like black and white stripped head
On a seat near an old railway bridge they would often stop to feed
Eating any scraps they found checking out local litter bins
Whatever they found would be their meal of the day
Sometimes they would sit there till night time came
Then they get up and go on their merry way
Where they would spend the night nobody knows
But they were always up bright and early and out on their round
Always walking along cheerfully Cyril whistling a tune
But Bertie his Badger making nary a sound
Passer’s by would just nod and wish them good day
Walk by with smile and a look of surprise and an inquisitive look
Occasionally giving a few pennies as they went passing by
With Cyril and Bertie heading for the old brook
Where they could both par take a drink from the freshwater steam
Eat what morsels of food they to help them through the day
Sitting there silently admiring the view
Enjoying life in their own indomitable way
A more stranger couple it would be hard to find
But they never bothered anyone in their indomitable way
It was strange to see these two stalwarts of the road
One Human one Animal a strange combination to meet at any time of day
They got together on a dark late evening in December
Cyril wandering through the local woods on this winter’s night
Looking for shelter, just a place to lay his weary head,
When he heard this loud noise which gave him a fright
Investigating, he found Bertie caught in an old trap
He freed him immediately and used an old rag to bandage his wound
Then they spent the night together sheltering from the wind and the rain
From that time onward their relationship just bloomed
They have been together now for many a year
I see them quite often out and about on their walk
And always say hello with a smile and give Cyril a ten bob note
I wonder what Bertie would say if only he could talk
THE SQUIRREL EPISODE
First off…I don’t hate squirrels…they have a kind of rodent charm…
although they monopolize the bird feeder…I do not wish them any harm.
Squirrels and I we are all creatures on this planet…in our yard they are free to roam
but that is where our relationship ends…we don’t invite them into our home.
Deborah and I were enjoying a lovely, lazy, slow afternoon when suddenly we both jumped
after hearing from inside our chimney…a crash…a bang…a thump.
“It can’t be Santa Claus.” I said. “It’s August…much too soon.”
“I think it might be an animal…a squirrel…or a raccoon.”
The damper was closed so we waited a moment until I heard Deborah shout,
“He’s scratching…there’s an animal inside our chimney and he’s trying to get out!”
I thought this word was used only in cartoons but I heard my self yelling EEK!
before running over to the chimney so I could take a peek.
“I think it’s probably a squirrel.” I said
knowing in a battle of wits with a squirrel…I could not match him
still I ran around the house looking for something anything…any way to catch him.
I came back with a butterfly net…in hindsight I probably should have taken the broom,
Because when I returned Deborah was screaming…
“He’s out…and he’s running around the room!”
He ran into the French doors…then against a window…I took this as a plus…
It seemed as surprised as we were to see him…he was just as surprised to see us.
With butterfly net in hand I felt my courage soar…
as that squirrel was trying to get out a closed window…I opened the French door.
That squirrel took one look at me with my raised butterfly net
and Deborah clapping her hands yelling “Shoo…shoo…shoo.”
then seeing the open French door…knew exactly what to do.
I believe if he had a hat he would have tipped it…before scooting out the door…
In all my years of squirrel watching…I’d never seen one laugh before.
With the crisis over we got back to enjoying our life…
lovely, lazy and slow….
but I’m keeping that butterfly net close at hand…
because…
you never know.
A little girl said to her mother one day
"Santa's not real, that's what my friends say"
Her tears welled up and she started to cry
And said" Is he real or is it a lie ?".
Her mom was shocked that she had been put to the test
And decided telling the truth would be for the best
She thought for a moment then said carefully
"Santa's spirit is real, as real as can be".
"He lived in Myra by the Aegean sea
It used to be Greece but now is Turkey
He left this life a long time ago
But not his spirit, that continues to grow".
"His name was Bishop Nicholas and wore robes of red
Was wealthy, helped the poor and made sure they were fed
He did things in secret whilst they slept in their bed
And soon people got to know about the bishop in red".
"Something else about him that people don't know
Was he came from a hot country and it didn't snow
But the story grew bigger over the years
Snow, elves and sleigh added along with reindeers".
"All over the world little girls and boys
Wake up Christmas day to lots of new toys
And everyone says that Santa has been
Presents are left but he's never seen".
"Parents leave presents under the tree
But Santa guides them with his legacy
They do it for you out of kindness and love
Under the watchful eye of Santa above".
"Santa's spirit is alive, it's certainly not dead
The world's full of people like the bishop in red
Doing good for mankind, animals as well
When you next see your friends, this story do tell".
The little girl cheered up, kissed her mom and said
"I too want to be like the bishop in red"
"When I grow up, like Santa I'll be
Helping the poor and the needy".
Just like Nicholas who performed those good deeds
Helping the less fortunate, seeing to their needs
So when you venture out help someone if you can
Be it an animal a child, woman or man.
Merry Christmas.
Written 13th December 2017
Writing Challenge - December, 2019 - I want Christmas Poems - Poetry Contest.
Sponsored By Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode.
But she wasn't so wrong, I am an animal, after all. A sick one, I must say. And sick animals must be dealt with, must be dealt the only way they are. An ax to the head, splitting my skull, letting go of all those ill feelings, desires and ideas. To be put down, but I do not want to shed my own blood, not for her, but I would not care if someone else were to do that for me.
I am not going to be any longer a victim of your whims. I will no longer lick the ground where you walk on.To think it wasn't a question of "What do you want me to do?" as you told me followed by cursing, but rather "To understand what I meant and then we be sorting this out", to put an end. I can understand that what was done cannot be undone and that you had moved on, but still, there were things that weren't completely dealt with, and so I cannot do the same as you while these feelings still lingers. But you, as always, were unable to understand that. What I say I mean, unlike you... And instead of stretching out your arm, you gave me your foot, so I would lick it clean for you. The crumbs of affection you tossed to feed me, I am fed...
Now, I just I wish for a torpor of fifty years and twenty-six days, to only after that time to wake up, look around and then be gone.
But wishes are just that. A wish and none of that will happen, only inside my head.
And I know that is also just another lie, for I like to feel that, the desperation, the melancholy and the pain. The hatred.When life is more or less acceptable, less hateful, I do something that will destroy it all and then I will lose hope. Because I like. I am a animal, a sick animal. I like to lose hope so I can recede and cope the only way I know. The detachment of my soul from my body from these times are like a divine intervention, the bitterness of teh hatred will not let me feel these slices and cuts.I do not want to shed my own blood, but then this one will not be me, for I will be away, a spectator only able to drop tears. Something else will take my place, will take control and heal me how I deserve and have to be healed.
To split teh head, to bleed, to die, to be free of this torment.
I hate her as much as I hate myself. Or even more...
Fantastic landscape, beautiful mountains and valleys, dark blue everything. Wonderful sparkling rivers, oh this is the Hell!
The Hell! My new home, my new world, a new life. The new Life! I will come soon, I want to leave the Earth.
Oh, dear devils, open the gate of Hell, I am arriving soon after my earthly death, I don’t want any more human life. This is the End!
I want to be a demon. Good and bad, angelic and satanic, I want to hunt and collect fallen and suffering souls for Hell.
Oh, I understand from now the evil people, oh I love them! All of them! Thank you for teaching my old friend! Who lives in Hungary, I hope you are well!
Who quarreled with you many years ago, and I asked you, why are you doing this, and you screamed “Because I am mean!!”
I tried to calm you down, but you became even more and more aggressive, and you just screamed and yelled and yelled
“Why are you so stupid?! What do you want of an animal?!! I am a vile, an animal, a vile animal!” Hmm, now I understand you.
I will be a vile, just in the way of my style. I must find it out, and create a good method, I don't want to waste any more time in my life.
I chose the hellish way. From now we are gold friends, my dear old friend. I am also an animal. I will be that I follow your way. My soul is like hell
Hell like my way, but I don’t give up my will, and I don’t need love, empathy, or human words, just to be an infernal creature, you will see my life, my dark soul
I will be looking for you in the earthly Paradise of Hell, I will go home to visit you, we are companions in fate, in this life, in this age, in this bleak spiritual world
The landscape of Paradise of Hell is my portrait in my spirit, an evil desire drives me, I am not a human,
I shed my human traits and character, and I feeling well. I am going to discover my new home, the beautiful and amazing hell!
Oh, I hear the voices of strange creatures and soft rustling, here everything is wonderfully demonic, I am very happy with my new life
So a beautiful land, with huge hematite-like mountains, sharp rocks, distant peaks, opal oceans, red fields, and blue forests. This world is like a tale, like my heart
No one understood me in my life
Only one person, Satan
He called me
He invited me into his world
I live here, but I live there
I haven’t more human life
Thank you, oh Satan!
"Until one has loved an animal, a part of one's soul remains unawakened"
by Anatole France
Animals: all the various kinds
every shape or color I'd choose
I'd love them all, not one left behind
in my longed-for garden's earthy hues
And, for each one, a home with nice views.
In my garden, two squirrels you'd find
for each needs a friend that looks the same.
Cows, lookiing so sweet, you know they're kind
and, of course, only those that are tame
Thus, no lioness with tousled mane.
Rock Island hens, and the birds in flight
a chorus of songs from those that sing,
Bunnies, puppies, kittens, black or white.
To all creatures, this wish I would bring
a warm home, safe far from winter's sting.
"a dagger of pain, a tear of grief" Quote by _Constance La France
The food in the county jail is horrible
but it's not worse than the pain in my heart
She left me, running for the hills
which tore myself apart
I am here and I am lonely
It's just me and my cat
She comforts my sorrows for me
and her companionship does much more than that
But can an animal, a pet,
replace the love one of which was human
Can the pain of loss ever be repaired
like embellishing a plate with cumin
Grief has accompanied me to the bridges
The height of which I yearn to leap
But I hold out for my lady may once return
And that would be the most awesome feat
Monday, May 15, 2023
Writing Challenge A Quotes - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
IT is dark down here & this awful reality
satisfies the ego and frightens the soul
but makes a state of distraction
; an abomination --an abhorrence
for all that it implies -a living organism
as a leaf or a particle.
There is no non-life only emptiness & this filth
whose existence is temporary-- a first-trimester pregnancy
in an animal --a rejected spiritual soul, it is real-
life in simple terms-- the personal growth we are
so ignorant of the brave face of existence --a thing
we will 'never' ever come to terms
with --the vagaries of Time which call to us
'cross the bridge' & walk the Yellow Streets
of Van Gogh.
Hav you never ever walked the edge of fields of
so yellow they smell of gold -- the wheat fields
of Vincent Van Gogh: he was a bastard
to most but greatly to 'self' --> killed the personality
but never the Art
nor the Soul
:: 04.29.2020 ::
rev: 0-10.3.2020 ::
There's a room in a warm town that holds a poet
He quivering and shaking and no one knows it
Critically alone when he needs a friend most
Shadows from his past are haunting him like ghosts
I shot up enough just kill the pain
A harmless little dose just to calm my brain
Til I was caught making love to my sins again
A tiny stoner wreck spewing lies again
And I could still hear the cream calling out in sultry tones
Bleed digital until you stop the urge to moan
Keep slaying demons til you calm down again
Before you need a noose on every streetlight calling your name
There's a room in warm town that's filled with sorrow
Who's to say that the poet will survive til tomorrow?
Driven to despair by the weight of his sins
A grieving poet gives birth to words again
A stone on my chest gives me reason to breathe
As if I've been given life just to try to break free
From the crimson walls with pale white bars
Just to be driven into space from the grilles of the cars
Like a crazy diamond, the sun's shining on me
Out here in space with nothing to protect me
I watch as my last remaining breaths turn to ice
Half-mineral, half-animal, a creation of my own device