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The spring was on the way
time for the farmer to plough
straight lines running parallel
gleaming in the rich red loam
It had laid all winter waiting
now it was time to sow and seed
yellow mustard glinting in the sun
so pretty as it grows in leaps and bounds
Little animals made their home
borrows in between the roots
even a dormouse always sleepy
soon they scurry off as harvest begins
Harvesters hard at work birds feasting
on those that were far too slow
crops are now gathered in and stored
the horses fallow the field now it rests
This spring the field will remain fallow
all part of the master plan of rotation
it's life is simple following a four year plan
to maximize each year's yield without stress
Following being fallow potatoes go in
these help clear the land of weeds
while adding goodness to the soil
then the golden wheat which the land depletes
Last to go in will be turnips for feed
completing a long term cycle of crops
If it could talk many tales it would tell
of all of the goings on within it's boundaries
NOCTURNAL
Creatures of the night have to fight a lot
as darkness covers path of life.
Creatures of the night prompt like shark
being active at dark.
Extra cautious like owl
turning head hundred eighty degree.
May be terrorist, thief, dacoit, drunkard,
ferocious animals.or
mice and rats peeping in the kitchen.
Nocturnal are night-gazing twinkling stars and maroon Moon.
Night guards and Light house both alert at night.
Or even a despondent spending sleepless night
enduring betrayal
or lamenting on lost love.
03\23\23
Writing Challenge - N words
Third Place
Contest by Constance La France.
The story's told of bygone days,
Of a man named Vince with his soul ablaze,
While the hearts of animals far and near
Were filled with abject dread and fear.
The best these beasts could do was run,
For Vince had planned to eat every one.
Yes, he planned to eat every one,
Rare, medium, or well-done.
He ate not just chicken, pork, and beef,
But an assortment of animals beyond belief.
He didn't stop at goat, or lamb or duck -
Why, any animal might be out of luck.
He sometimes dined on rabbit stew,
And the legs of frogs, he ate them too.
Yes, the legs of frogs he ate them too.
What would the animals do?
And then upon one fearful, fateful day,
Vince to his appetite did obey.
So, he placed the fish he caught with a hook
In a fiery pan, after just one look -
But, this fish was more than he bargained for.
Yes, this pacu meant to even the score.
He wouldn't be turned to gore.
No, he wouldn’t be turned to gore.
As soon as the pan was heated up,
This fish upon his tail stood up,
His bulging eyes in fury displayed,
His frothing mouth in a mad tirade,
Said that at this fiery battle's end,
To the devil he hoped Vince he'd send,
And one of them would to Hell descend -
Yes, one to Hell descend.
After the kicks and the punches flew,
Who remained among these two?
I’d like to tell you but I can’t disclose,
Simply because nobody knows.
Some say Vince roams the hills with a wild-eyed look
And a knife in his mouth and a fish cookbook,
But the fish I’ve spoken to say, "look
And find your answer in yonder brook".
Blood where have went?
Invisibility living my body
temple weakened from your absence
Gotta borrow a stranger blood
Never ending cycle
Flowing back normal
Bi weekly hospital ckeck in
White blood cells fighting to stay afloat
Red blood cells froze
Thoughts racing
Mind on edge
No cancer Lord I ask you
Every test negative
On my back in battle
Battling this spiritual warfare
With my choice of weapon prayer
Asking the Most High for mercy
Dreams of my enemies
Vivid as my conscious
War upon my life
Witchcraft was their masterpiece
Chanting under the moon
Sacrificing animals
Spilling blood in the name of my demise
Pleading to God
Please don’t let them forsake me
Asking God why you letting win
laying on my deathbed fading away
Faith fell small as a mustard seed
Crying holding to my faith
Faith to stay alive
Fighting to bounce back
Truth finally revealed through Bishop
What I thought was my ending
was my initiation in the spiritual realm
Moving up the spiritual ranks
Test with terror to be trusted
Map being mapped out for my destiny
Future days better than my prior days
Battle with the blood to enrich my DNA
Blood finally flowing for my good
Reborn Goddess on her throne
The dumped starved kitten meowing at the old barn
His meow loud and clear, but him could not find
Several days later my grandson brought him home
Weak, famished kitten
He took the kitten to his mom, she bathed him then
Pulled off eight ticks from his tiny body so weak
They were going on a trip so my grandson
Brought CC to me
I boiled some chicken and he did eat his fill
Still so weak, he could hardly hold his head up
Gradually gained some strength and played
CC mighty Tom
I kept CC while they were gone, itchy-eyed
Nose dripping then they were home, but didn't want him
I called humane society, but could not reach them
After pain called pound
My available funds are limited now
Food for animals is very expensive
CC, how I hope they find a home for you
Orange-stripped small wonder
Nero’s citizens enjoyed games of death
People and beasts for their sadistic fun
Animals and slaves drawing their last breath
Death in the arena, no place to run.
Gladiator fights were the ultimate
Hero worshipped champions of the gore
A sword thrust or spear sealed many ones fate
Crowds roared approval and called out for more.
Was man against man with sword, net and spear
Fight to the death, only one would remain
Experts in combat, none showed any fear
The loser on the ground writhing in pain.
Thumbs down, thumbs up victor looked to Nero
Thumbs up, swings sword crowd have a new hero.
Nothing grows there anymore not even the old tree stump can be found, the land is barren and empty, the plants have dried up, just thorn and thistle can be found, the land is vast and it used to have acres and acres of sweet corn growing, one crop harvest proceed the other and all of a sudden the damage was done and nothing is left on the ground.
The sun peeps slowly over the burning hill streaming through thick shrubs and laden trees and I watch the village burn and the temperature grows and trees fall apart from broken dreams. The twisted vine on the cedar tree tied up the village, wrapping up the branches and leaves and absorbing the nutrients around and sending more heat into the ground.
Nothing grows there anymore, the lake has dried up and the fresh water fish is gone and all that is left is tears in my eyes and miles upon miles of burnt land with charred remains of human and animals scattered all around and nothing was left on the ground.
The cows used to feed over there, and the sheep used to graze up there and the olive and grapes used to thrive over there; what on earth has gone wrong something must have poisoned and suck the substance out of the land. Just the building frames are standing there and the mound on the hill stands still.
There are several of them around symbolize that the spirit of the dead can no longer be fed. They are still lingering around searching for a home more than a thousand of them used to occupy the land but no one is there, they are all gone, It came like a thief in night and left behind a woeful sacrifice behind just few of them escaped before daylight.
The land of nothingness stood bear, the land of nothingness has nothing to share; nothing can grow or survive there, and everyone has to leave there, the universe will shake that place the land of nothingness will go to waste. Get the 2.5 million people out of that place before it’s too late the earth has come back to occupy its place.
From this space station, Sherman's Planet is in proximity.
However, the Klingons claim it's within their sovereignty.
One of their ships has arrived and docked recently.
Their are many of those obnoxious aliens roaming freely.
This was an absolutely unexpected confrontation.
I have a feeling there will be an inevitable altercation.
A trader name Cyrano Jones has brought a curious creature.
They are tiny, and cuddly animals with a furry feature.
They purr like kittens and are the center of fascination.
However, their big downside it their over-proliferation.
Tribbles hate Klingons, and Klingons don't like them too.
I wonder what will happen to Kirk and his Enterprise crew?
Based on the episode "The Trouble With Tribbles" of the original "Star Trek" series.
Music of an orchestra wherein each instrument plays,
A role, as in a bonfire, each spark like a pyre does blaze;
Like the vein and blood or flesh and bones nurture each other,
Strings and skins and woodwinds, like cream in butter, taste smother...!
Unlike the cries and cracks and creaks of the animals wild,
Symphony is a concord of serenity compiled;
Lyrics and voices and noises, in this, are harmonized,
Quality, in reasons and rhythms, is never compromised...!
Metrical music movements with rhythmic ranges resound,
As though heavens and humans homely hug, heartbeats abound;
Rondo and Sonata lose their lonely identity
Unity in diversity lulls the soul entity...!
Nature, in its entire entity, is a symphony,
As in physique and psyche, exists unknown synchrony;
I and he and she and they and we form one melody,
It's with each little heart's unison, life flows endlessly...!!!
08 April 2023
Writing Challenge - 'S' Words, Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone
Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables
The animals of the forest decided that they should have a leader to guide them. They said anyone that wanted to, should get up and expound. The fox, eager to influence the others with his clever concepts, made the suggestion that he should be the boss. The magpies response was contentious, "How could we trust you?" "Every year you steal more and more of our eggs, and that's not right!" they said. "I think I would make a strong leader, and fair," said the lion. "But you have been a self-imposed dictator for far too long!" said the owl. "What about me?" the horned one said. "My wisdom is legendary!" Then all the animals started talking at once, when a shadow filled the doorway, and a man came forward. A great gasp of surprise arose in the Hall of the Hallowed Tree. The Naked Ape of the Divine Toadstool said, "quiet and hear me now!" "I would be the best choice as your leader!" he stated assuredly. "Why you!?" said the owl. "We don't know who you are, not even your name!" "I am the human being known as the King of the Crooked Crown" he said. "For I am the perfect imperfection to lead this imperfect union!" "With the natural resources of the forest, we can build an empire!" he said convincingly. The human needed to say no more, for they all agreed unanimously, that he should lead them! When they had all gone, the owl was left alone in the Great Hall. He sat upon his perch thinking to himself. "Ah but what of Mother Nature?" "It's not nice to fool with Her, hmm." The light grew with the early dawn, as the wise one's big eyes, slowly closed.
date-2/20/19