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A mackerel sky fillets a fish scaled village,
an ear clapping, full sailed, fog
moors itself to the rooftops,
then hides all in a breezeless blear.
Rheumy eyes peep out from nets,
damp noses sniff abaft trawling drapes.
Cloth in hand, potbellied proprietors
battle the splatter and spray,
dabbing at mildewed shelves,
warding away slopping waders
and salty puddles.
On the sightless sea
far beyond the shore and shingle,
fog horns are lowing like lost cattle.
Later, misty reeks will be scoured
from groggy docks,
hauling hands will rope together
the tide-tossed salvage
by and by, squeaky boots
may trudge to taprooms
where codgers and callow alike
can be well oiled
and duly quenched.
The crescent moon lies upon his back
At the fiery break of day
While Jiminy Cricket sings his favorite tune
As the awesome Morning Star sends forth its full light
Morning Star keeps shining as doves begin to coo
Singing about his beauty
Celebrating with songs of praise
How they enjoy the cool morning and their appreciation rules
Oh!! Soak in the presence of all the wonder
Feel the delight of the new morn
Just the touch of slightly moist air
As it enters the lungs with each breath
Gradually, slowly Mr. Sun shows
A little more colorful light
I can't imagine how the swallows can swoop
When still surrounded with mostly night
Pines' shadowy figures
Stand like sentinels
Still, quiet in the breezeless dawn
Soak in this moment given~ because tomorrow it will be gone
The sun descended slowly
Behind the purple hills, sending
Long shadows behind her.
Night enveloped the vista.
I walked barefoot on the beach.
Did I hear sirens singing?
Their alluring song invited.
Come to us, paradise was there.
But I know of their tricks.
Ulysses tied himself fast to a mast
To escape their cannibalistic taste.
I moved on and walked on the sand.
Leaving deep footprints behind me.
Only one pair. Where were the others?
The haggard moon barely showed
What lay ahead. Did I see a small cabin?
The smell of pancakes and coffee
Filled the breezeless air.
I entered and felt elated. For there she was
Ready to meet me and greet me.
Happiness at seeing her so lovely
My love now was filled to the brim.
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I am sure everyone knows the story from ancient Greece about Ulysses and his wanderings.
During a brief step outside into the night air,
I felt the light and was forced to turn, stop, and stare.
The sky was bright again with light enough to share.
For days and days, and night after night, the Western
skies were not at all bright but dim with the feel of blight;
and the sun, overwhelmed with soot and smoke, was blood red.
The moon was also blood red in the unhealthy breezeless night skies.
Our days were clogged with unsightly smoke that dropped like snow flakes.
So when I looked up at the bright and smiling moon, it was as if we read
each others' mind and said, "It's so good to see you so clearly tonight".
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Once upon a time in an alluring place
Flourishing realm sweet with seasons showers pace
The earth food for life the lush greenness embrace
Array of flowering plants that twirl and lace
Birds twittered on leafy branches full of grace
Rare butterflies with wide, vibrant wings took chase
Bobbing on the breezeless air they dare through space
Charmed fairies if you gaze close into their face
They sniffed the air scared to be spotted they’ll race
Satyrs played pan flutes others danced everyplace
While others sang a phrase carrying a mace
“Steady my heart; scented blooms cannot unlace
The beauty of your face I cannot erase”
Dare venture down a well-trod maze; rocks retrace
Your way back dazed so be prepared just in case
2/13/2017
Poetry Contest: Monorhyme
Sponsored by: William Kekaula