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Ra,
Helios,
Sol,
God of the eternal Sun
Let there be light
Out of the darkness and into the light
A spectrum of rays bound for Iris eye's
The fundamental creater and breeder of all living lifeforms
The eternal nourisher of planet earth and her
plentiful abundance of nature
Regulates the temperature, season's and weather
Everything on earth revolves around
Would not nor could not exist without
Solstice Death to Re-Birth
Deity of the pyramid and ancients
From the star's above to the earth below the oceans the tides the tading winds the flaming fire to the pot of gold
at the end of the rainbow
Ra,
God of Goddess
For Caren Krutsinger
God or Goddess poetry contest
17 / 07 / 2020
my heart has been caught
although there are three
most often then not
it's lola and me
together we walk
together we ride
together we talk
always side by side
she throws me a scowl
as i head off to work
then cries her lonely howl
so i feel like a jerk
when my day is done
hers has just begun
it's time for some fun
let's go for a run
and then there are three
chasing after me
Octocer 5, 2019
Write a rhyme about your favorite pet
Sponsored by Regina Riddle
I have three Chihuahuas, Lola is the only female, she is the mother of both Gizmo and Chico, i rescued her from the grasp of a breeder and she never knew love or how to play until she became mine, she is forever grateful, i started singing to her when i first got her and now she requires that i sing to her every day...
EVERY MORNING I AWAKEN TO THE MAJESTIC BEAUTY THE BRILLANT PRESENCE OF THE BLACK SWAN BATHING IN THE RISING SUN SHE SWIM SO GRACEFULLY WHILE APPROACHING THE SIDES OF THE LAKE WHILE MY HUSBAND AND I PLACE THE BOOTS ON THE GROUND FOR THE FLORIDA'S FALLEN HAND IN HAND CROSSES AND AMERICAN FLAGS LINE THE GRASSY KNOLLS WHILE FIRST RESPONDERS SHINE THE FIRE ENGINES FOR THE BIG DAY THE WARRIORS WALK A PEACEFUL MORNING HUE PEEKS IN BOUNCING ON LILLY PADS COVERING THE TADPOLES AND YOUNG ALIGATORS AS SHE SEPERATES HERSELF FROM ALL THEE OTHER SWANS SPLASHING WATER ABOUT AMAZING LOOKING FROM HERE I AWAIT HER TO PASS THROUGH THIS GLORIOUS PROCESSION THE BLACK MADONNA HANGING IN THE CATHEDRAL IN POLAND COMES TO MIND HOW BEAUTIFUL WHAT A BLESSING TO HAVE THE EYES OF JESUS HERE SHE COMES AGAIN WOW BLACK BEAUTY IN ALL HER GLORY ITS QUITE RARE TO FIND BLACK SWANS AMONG THE REST AND THERES ALWAYS ONLY ONE BLACK SWAN HER DANCE IS SIMPLY FABULOUS THE OTHER SWANS ARE JUST AS PRETTY SOMETHING ABOUT THE BLACK SWAN THAT GRACES THE CITY OF LAKELAND WITH HER GLORIOUS PRESENCE THE SWIMMING MADONNA DIVES DURING THE WARRIOR WALK IN LAKELAND SHE DRIES HER WINGS ALONE AS SHE DANCES ALONE WATCHING HER OWN IMAGE ON THE CRYSTAL WATERS OF LAKE MORTON THIS IS ABSOLUTELY QUITE FASCINATING GRACIOUS MEMOIRS ESPECIALLY THE SIX NEWEST ADDITIONS OF SWANS DONATED TO THE WONDERFUL CITY OF LAKELAND BY QUEEN ELIZABETH FROM A CHICAGO BREEDER WHY I WALK WITH SHEER ADMIRATION AROUND THE LAKES OF THE CITY OF LAKELAND
WRITTEN JULY 30TH 2025 BY
MRS YOLANDA JOY NICHOLSEN
LAKELAND POET
From generation to generations, thy redeemer lives
From age to ages, He never fails
In all dealings, thy conquer
He always come through, breaking chains and shackles
The undisputed CHAMPION, without dispute
Who is like thee, Our Champion... MOST HIGH in fairyland!!!
Always fair and consistent, Above
Elevator of, the Low at buttom
Finds the lost, makes a way
Beautiful and worthy in all ways, maker of heaven and earth
Breeder of light and dark, maker of night and dawn
Giver of all, relentlessly
Dynamic leader, catalysts of growth, catapulting the down cast
Sitted, above and below, rewarder of, the good and bad.
That’s where I have been
Among men whose work remains to be seen.
This is where I reside
Amidst this stream of men-
Whose trade flourishes in inks of pen.
You have searched the dancing floor
Among those bevy of girls-
And men captured by dancing spells,
Alas! I will be home reading Bernard Shaw.
My heart breathes writing poetry
As a breeder tends his poultry,
Seeking the wonders yet to appease the human mind,
Writing words too touching for men to rescind.
When next you need to seek me
And your heart beats for a sip of poetry or prose,
I will be blooming fresh like the red rose-
In my house just a couple of houses by the bend.
Watson
“This is a definite, future champion,”
The breeder stated knowingly, as
He’d raised a few. So, we debated calling him
Sherlock, the royally-held-high detective of all
British literature. “See,” the breeder had added,
“His long ears, nearly touching down
To the ground! A standard for winning!”
But, what we saw in the small, perfectly shiny,
Entirely all-black ball, who lay in Jim’s cupped hands,
Was a character to join our lives, not for showing,
But for loving. So, we chose to call him
Watson, an endearing side-kick as he joined our home, barely
Even regarding the curiosity of our cats.
We lived on an off-street that led to a large park.
We’d sit on our front stoop while Watson enjoyed
Roaming the front yard on a long rope, then
Come back over to sit beside us, while so many of
The passing cars would pull over to a stop
To call out a statement about the stunning
Beauty of Watson, which we knew and agreed
And cherished as we stayed in dear witness to his every
Move, as he grew to celebrate his first year. Then,
As his cocker’ hair grew and fleas came, too, with
The coming of summer, he needed grooming.
So, we took him to the vet where they also did that.
But in that safe choice, destiny turned:
Watson took a hard bite of the groomer’s finger
At the start of a consuming seizure. At 14-month’s old,
Our sweet gift of living, flowing beauty passed.
The exquisite grace to see a masterwork alive
Still stays before our memories’ eyes
And endures in our hearts. Beauty,
Yet the dear beauty lives...
On with us.
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(C) sally Young eslinger 11/2020
Angels - 12/28/21 This is a true story experienced by the poet.
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Angel in a Whirlwind
Storm of the decade descends upon the day
Torrents of howling rainfall flood the streets
Banshee winds whip trees, waves upon the bay
Gloomy clouds shadow skies – sunlight in retreat.
Faithful Wheaten, Snickers, too weak to stand
Brightest amber terrier eyes listless in the storm
The rainbow bridge calls to you – gentle command
My broken heart in gusts of windswept mourn.
Now the daylight leaves early – taking the light;
Winter’s hand lays heavy upon the sky;
My tears fall like raindrops dotting the night;
Comfort alludes me in the fading light.
Faithful childhood friend embraces my sorrow
Dinner invitation and shopping at the mall
“Come tonight - please don’t wait until tomorrow.”
Our old habits die hard – we hear the mall call.
Standing on a corner a lady with a Wheaten puppy
Not a hair out of place – not waterlogged or soggy
All felt calm around her – the chaos ceased -
The wind stopped howling in her chrysalis of peace.
Jumping up in greeting just like beloved Snickers
I said farewell with teary eyes in a rain soaked slicker
Pain vanished like a phantom – angelic smile released;
Gentleness of this grace put my heart at ease.
One last question posed “Where did you find your pup?”
Directed to a breeder – my hope rising up
One last puppy longing, waiting for a home
Littermates with new families – this one all alone.
The world stopped spinning on winter’s wings
Warm brown eyes, soft grey ears helped pain lose its sting
Cuddled in our arms softly sleeping in the night.
Theodore our new pup – name means gift of God and light.
Angel in a whirlwind, I never saw your wings
But I know you were God’s messenger like crocus for the spring
My heart filled with gratitude for your mission to this child
And I’ve been seeing angels ever since the storm.
Every friggin day
mother hen runs amuck,
while all chicken's
beady eyes appear awestruck
drawing particular
agitation, irritation, perturbation...
of Punxsutawney (Doctor) Phil
(well grounded) woodchuck,
the latter glaring at henpecked
yours truly rifled
tail feathered rooster,
whether communicating
nonverbal sympathy
towards me, a garden variety
Gallus gallus domesticus dumbstruck,
who doth make feeble attempt
albeit without explaining
rhyme or reason
poetic, plaintive, pathetic... cluck,
regarding doomed pyrrhic victory
against incessant cackling
more fowl and upset
than goosed duck,
she that casus belli hideous source
feels cooped up bred to lay eggs
absent any pleasure to fµç*
out her tail feathers fin
hushed yoked for sole purpose
mutter under beak, what the "huck"
subsequently, she takes frustration
buzzfeeding me 'bout chained to
chicken feed to earn
breeder (yours truly) favorable luck
yielding "FAKE" farmer
Matthew Scott Harris megabuck
regarding top quality accolades
raves subsequently generate
he invariably feels moonstruck
matter of fact expanded business
necessitating workers to drive
state of the art rigorous motortruck
the missus decries mistreatment
scratching thru mire and muck
to fill little beasts in belly,
eventually retired, repurposed
relieved invariably chef
buoy or gull hardy sole destiny,
whereby one or another
hired hand will gingerly pluck
every spruced, primped,
groomed... feather
in short shrift priming
precious helpless creature,
(who bemoans lack
of state bird status)
into slaughterhouse five
butchered, filleted (maybe), quartered...
routed to household kitchen
gamely served at potluck
toothpicks applied to teeth
loosening gristle unstuck
after appetites satiated
belt unbuckled years ago
purchased before Sears Roebuck
shuttered stores, plus
bought linens and things
comfortable pillow perfect to tuck
under drowsy sudden sleepy head
unaware coop d'etat mutiny hatched,
whereby sly fox weasels him/
herself to guard henhouse
finding petrified slack beaked
AC/DC powered chicken coop,
where prating poultry thunderstruck.
My cousin owned a beagle,
A horny ol' dog;
He hunched everything in sight,
Even a hollow log
I looked out on the lawn,
What do you think I'd see?
That peanut-head canine,
Hunchin' on a tree
Hunchin' on a bicycle,
Hunchin' on a car;
Hunchin' on a porcupine,
Oh, what an awful scar!!
I woke up one morning,
Squeaks echoed through my head;
And wouldn't you believe,
He was hunchin' on my bed?!
He never rolled over,
Shake, fetch or beg;
But he could work up a sweat,
On the shin of your leg
One day I had enough,
I called my cousin on the phone;
I shouted loud and clear...
"He's hunchin' on a bone!!"
That's when I realized,
Milk and oil will never mix;
Once again I shouted out...
"Why don't you have him fixed?!!"
My cousin then replied...
"You know that ain't no good!"
"It wouldn't be right,
To take his manhood!"
One day we went fishing,
The sun was facing south;
That silly ol' hound,
Started hunchin' a cottonmouth!
He took a fatal bite,
The snake struck him again;
Before we blinked an eye,
He bolted in the wind!
Deep within the forest,
Searching frantically;
We found our horny friend,
As dead as he could be
The moral to this story,
Be kind to your pet;
If you're not a breeder,
Please call your local vet!
Paying forward kindnesses done...
courtesy family, friend or stranger
Appreciative when nonagenarian
papa telepathically hears me yelp
and/or non twisted sisters,
who time and again offered
unsolicited beneficial help.
Indeed unable to reciprocate
that's not quite all he wrote
when kith/kin allotted this ole goat
specie, paper money, and bank note
I experienced collateral
fallout unable to float
mine vessel, nor without
ability to emote,
thus underwent "non Fake,"
agony, I don't sugar coat
albeit analogy to sinking boat
(think Lusitania), thus
this scrivener doth gloat,
whenever he proffers
random act of kindness,
yet never can match,
nor approximate sum total denote
ting cumulative countless
dire straits immediate family
came to rescue one lame
(damn silly word wizard),
whose destiny when graphed
resembles infinitely jesting asymptote
approaching, but never
reaching financial solvency.
Hence yours truly doth attend
impossible mission to contend
despite contrary rumors,
he doth really wish to extend
to assist family member friend
Romans, countrymen, yes to lend,
(or lease) helping hand to mend
ever widening gap,
when charity bestowed
payback doth equal
obligated (boot unable) to spend
small fortune in order to secure
necessary Brownie points
approximating largesse describing
series of fortunate events that didst trend
all throughout mein kampf thee end!
Ha... ha... tricked you dear reader
yea me annoying
as mosquito buzz feeder
of Fake news, who
unfortunately happens tubby,
our crudely inept, mishuga,
and vulgar leader,
he doth trumpet disinformation
fast as rabbit breeder.
Whenever ripe opportunity doth arise
to avail - even toward
someone I might despise,
whether gendered person(s)
gals and/or guise
self satisfaction awakes to realize
to give unconditionally and tries
affecting humanity positively
free effort plus also wise.