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His name is McGruff, crazy old woman said.
Rolling her silly eyes to the back of her head.
I could tell she had already labelled him.
A really great Irish guy name of Jim.
The Irish are all bad, she said quickly.
Her mind completely made up so thickly.
McGruff was an incredibly wonderful man.
He built our town a brand new band stand.
Donated all his supplies and labor.
Jim McGruff, a fantastic giving neighbor.
I asked crazy woman what she thought now.
She was making fun of people who bow.
Prejudging people was her normal scheme.
Fitting them into boxes, with a crazy theme.
But wait I said, aren’t you Irish too?
Shut up! She said. Or I’ll hit you with my shoe.
So my advice to you on this regular day.
If you see Old Lady McCaffry, try to stay away.
The last thing I heard is she has a new gun.
And she is shooting people from her window for fun.
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these myopic ocular orbs pine
for an attractive gal to be adored
far eye got the near rest insight
per a magic bullet if jew r bored
undue flattering praises
might induce her 2 c come floored
perhaps without any family, friends, relatives...
or if religious ye kin pray to da lord
unless ya r moored
den let dis senor you ken ease
(doll ling) any troubles
like egg nog gently poured
and unable to move,
or...mebbe trapped by
a white striped tiger who roared
cornered in a spit of jumbled
feeble woodland where
a retinue of wild animals stored
analogously tube he ying
closeted in a mental ward.
not that ye care one whit
boot ta many approximately
72.57 cheesy full moons ago
when me younger days alive
i lived at pennfield manor
where the stern rebuke from robin kratz
faulted disgusting messiness
and angered water bugs
who marched against getting evicted
(where spouse twas
one chaotic rabid follower of entropy
and adherent of utter disorderliness
if such band name of aforementioned
the audience would wave meat cleavers
and as tokens of appreciation,
Feel the smoothness, wonder at the skill.
These delicate carved ornaments of delight
Pure white to a faint tan, each piece unique
To touch, to feel, brings senses alight
Priceless the gift, expert the hand
That carves these magical pieces
Priceless they are this bloody band
As their lust for money increases
“One of the most insidious forms
Of criminality in the world today”**
As nature is raped, tattered and torn
For animal kind, just fey.
A tusk for a gun, a gun another tusk
For a nose bleed and fever the cure ivory dust
Let’s kill an elephant for its ivory teeth
Kill a rhino for its horn for those that lust.
Who pays the price, the rhino, the elephant
The ignorant turn away should they even care
The wallets grow fat for the bloody decadent.
There will be no animals for grandchildren to stare.
Butchery bludgeoning death and decay
Over 90 thousand elephants annually bought to dust
Vultures strip elephant flesh, none keeps them at bay
Another gun, more coin to fill the poacher’s lust
The poachers hoard money with bloodthirsty delight
The sea of blood stains the land crimson red
White gold, blood lust, for this the amoral fight
For tusks and horn their money lust is fed.
© Amanda Tams 10/12/2014
** Quote from Prince William
Where water searches for soul
It loves the weakened shore
To leave it's purpose so smooth and stark
To feint attack on shapes in the dark
A thin carved edge
Infinite breathing
Pushing and pulling
Golden alabaster hue turns to marble
Excited atoms light the ambient mood
Her sharpened edged tool
She will carve her way
through the mystic dry shores
Caressing the thick attitudes of can't shouldn't and why
She owns this right
She won't part with her own cadence
You don't want to know why
Saying something for a summer's day gentle breeze
She sits on a charity of hopes that could pay
Never about the money
Hopes that we could play with her infinite wave
An editor of deleted memories distorted dreams
She slowly sits and becomes the night
You've paid do mind as if chanting a special word
Serenity has indubiously arrived in one breath
Indiscreetly you can bet she'll be calm
For a lady's captured passion by her stoic shores
Those who stand on guard for a measure of sanity
Realness is but a word with no base
Sunshine if it could only have a taste
Would taste like her
We can show that we haven't lost our art
Some kindness thanks
To feel a connection a self intervention
The inhibition of her seat to dispel
Boundaries now presented by a question
Losing the natural ladder from stardust to Hell
From the depths no person has lived but confident it was home
Worldly being a sure-bet too counterfeit too perfect
To feint attack on shapes in the dark
When night meets darkness
The street quiet draws
Regeneration in the air
At a popular cocktail lounge in a small foreign town
We like to know there is a late night show
A band plays working on their plan
To keep it's shape as beautiful fun
Just like the wave of the tide
And the lady by the shore
From the Elephant's diary
You find me giantly like Gulliver, huge and obese
but I met my doc, he said take it with ease....
for you big is more beautiful so eat more cheese
I am on my diet of sugarcane juice,
lush green grass n' tons of bamboos
Mammoth was my forefather not anymore seen
Now I know being gigantic is in my genes
Instructor at the gym shooed me away
for I broke his treadmill with my single step I say
We love to have our bath in nature's pool
We dabble water with our trunk till we are all cool
A relaxing shower for all friends after hectic schedule!
In our forest club, trophy for best music band,
we won last week for our trumpet troupe!
Large is our family my Jumbo uncle says,
Old and wise he is in our tuskers' herd
He says our eyes are small, to see
only little good left in this big bad world
And our ears are large to fan away
the gossips and bad we hear
Thick skin we do have so called pachyderms
to shrug off the hurling vices of the woods
but we have a large heart to spread
loads of love to all species widespread
In history, we have a place reserved
for in wars and royal processions,
we were used as pride symbols he says
Revered animals we are since eons.....
In country called India, heritage animal we are
and even worshipped in religious places he says!
Huge boulders or logs ,mankind used us for transport
We even entertain them in zoos and circus
But he regrets that we are poached, killed by men
to pull out pair of our incisors called tusks
who polish to make precious ivory to earn bucks
So useful and harmless friends to humans we are
I asked my uncle why so cruel the men are?
He said men show their power
of being Nature's superior creature
we elephant folk are helpless giants
We can do nothing but to pray that
we be valued for our selfless services and
be saved from going extinct from this world!
©Copyright Anulaxmi Nayak,2015
For contest: Giant animals
Sponsored by: D.Nathan
Date: 2nd September 2015
This question drives me up and down the walls
I know for certain that God has answered my calls
I can’t hang up on Him…He’s so brilliant
And I’m so little compared to Him…
Maybe I’m little in size and very insignificant compared to the most High
He gives me quite a natural high
He brings me back home and kisses me good night
Without His love, I’d be lost like a sheep losing his shepherd
I feel like I’m separated to God
As if God and I are on both sides of the coin…
Our oceans don’t collide with each other,
But He does make huge tidal waves…
And I make baby waves that swerve up and down
Like a wave’s movement, my life seems to have its low points and high points
But, when I build enough energy, I glide higher than the clouds
Though, unfortunately, I’ve only been dreaming this
Then, I collapse into the sand...my face rubs against it and I have scrapes all over
Sand and water do mix well, but afterwards, the sea shore’s weight will pile up on the bottom of the ocean floor
I can’t imagine how many grains of sand there are on Earth
There are countless amounts of ants on Earth as well
Trillions and trillions of them are in existence
It’s amazing how plants take in Carbon Dioxide
And we breathe in oxygen…
God is a fantastic creator and He did carve His creations pretty well
God saw my distress and He healed me
When I think about Him, I’m speechless and can’t say much
He’s made out of love and He bubbles me up with excitement
I haven’t given Him the credit of working miracles in my life…
But, I don’t want to divorce God…I must propose to Him like a wife
Does to her husband…I want to submit to Him
He made the sunset, the moon and stars
Look! He even made the planets and He healed our scars
He made the flowers, the roses and the creeping bugs
Look! He even made leaves for our eyes to see…
He made the change of seasons
God saw my distress and healed me
God made the wild cats, bears, reptiles
He made us have a brain that is as neat as black and white tiles
God healed me…and I’m simply glad He did so
God wiped out my distress…and He simply dressed me with happiness and He’s in high spirits to see me grow
~ Inspired by the band of Evanescence’s song: Never Go Back
~ God inspired me to write this poem…
Standing on pew waiting for her to come
with lavish flowers and chocolates in my hand
My heart is loudly beating like a drum
while it hums along with my romantic band
I could not help but to walk around the table
Too nervous yet the place is filled with so much delight
Valentines lights brighten the night in stable
Should know that this is going to be my perfect night
Suddenly she appears like a daydream in her dress
But I could not paint the color wearing on her face
About to say words from her mouth and start to press
“Baby I’m sorry I can’t give you a space...”
Know exactly what she mean – I can’t win her heart
Now she leaves my heart broken, I’m falling apart
~ Let's Have a Parade ~
A Shriner drives his little car
Hairpin turns upon a star
Red-fezzed Turks play guitars
Let’s have a parade…
A marching band is next in line
Buglers trumpet notes so fine
Cymbals crashing all the time
Let’s have a parade…
Egyptian camels with two humps
Maneuver over traffic bumps
Circus dogs through hoops do jump
Let’s have a parade…
Little Leaguers, baseball teams
Young majorettes live their dreams
Confectioners dispense mint creams
Let’s have a parade…
A special occasion is not needed
If my advice would just be heeded
Camaraderie and Joy to be seeded ~
Let’s have a parade…
A Poem [ Viet Nam]
By Patrick Kelly
The last minutes of evening yields to the moon’s shadowed night,
giving me a few moments to nibble the last of my “Band Of Brothers,”
of boned chicken, cheese and crackers before I throw the empty cans
to join the others in my little trash pile. nothing left for the rats. The twinkle of stars touch and caress the rice paddy in pure silence. A board game, where lives are played out on a stage among many actors.
Where silent nights are ambushed by flares shooting up, only to descend
in lazy, floating spears of light, awaking each contestant, in rapid flashes and sound.
Gunships filling the air with lead, tracing their paths in bouncing streaks and
Helicopters with their figure 8 patterns spewing death, rockets streaking
through the night, stopping the birds in their flight, tracers racers back and forth daring to run into each other, someone walked into an ambush, then back to silence. We are jealous of our war and have been cut out again with “Stand Down.”
Then there’s that one little tracer shooting up like a little heal biter shaking its
puny paw at his antagonists.
I think nothing of my trash or that fire- fight carried out on these acres of “No Man’s Land,” under a moon and scattered clouds. We have become jealous of our war, we were left out again. I think nothing of the blood spent. I see, I hear, I do not speak.
Another body count to send to the folks back home of our success.
To begin, time and money we give
For our quest, our poetry pilgrimage
Here, our band of bards congregate
Here, we speak the language of language
The secret handshake of simile and sonnet
Here, we meet in metaphor and meter
Here is heard tight rhyme and free verse
Our serendipitous saga, our harmony of haiku
Here, we revere the value of vowels
The roots of etymology forming
Our collective family tree
We barter in the coin of wit
Or trade in pages of penmanship
We recite in rich rolling elocution
Or in bashful library murmurs
We debate the greats - Dickinson! Poe! Yeats!
We ponder, we savor; we may place a wager...
In the end, we've re-met our old friends
And we'll do it again, at the next PoetrySoup convention.
3/9/19
For The First Annual PoetrySoup Convention contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier