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This is a time for gathering side by side,
Frustrations set aside by the riverside.
Step off the roller coaster of life,
Spend time with the people in your life.
Set up the fryer and inject the turkey.
Dinner prep starts bright and early.
Mac and cheese bakes in the oven,
Everyone’s waiting to start grubbin’.
The annual parade is around the corner,
Santa’s sleigh is getting closer and closer.
Excitement fills the atmosphere,
Like spring pollen entering the air.
The end of the year is officially here,
The air is filling with joy and cheer.
Harvest the blessings in your life,
They will benefit you in the fight.
2 Cowboys just been paid
1 named John
The other
1 Wayne
Walk into a Bar at approximately
2 o'clock on a tuesday aftenoon
In Old Wild West
Tombstone , Dodge City
And after 12 or so hour's later
A bell peels
Gentlemen drink up time please
Said the Barman to his patronage
And so once outside an argument ensued between the 2 regulars
And so 2 sheets to the wind we're
the pair of them this conversation somehow made a resemblance of perfect sense
Right who's turn is it to get
us home
We'll im so drunk i can't stand
or feel my own 2 feet
We'll im so drunk i can't feel
my hands
Ok
Well then only 1 thing for it
then or we can do
If you can't feel you hands
then you'll have to put them
in the stirrups and peddle
and ill steer with my feet
And hey Dude besides the
point do you or can you remember
We're we parked our horses
when we arrived earlier
Because i think maybe i have
had a little 2 much 2 drink
So much so i can't in fact
recall which 1 of us
is Wayne and 1 is John
Quite obviously what this
situation is crying out for is
for us to have another drink
to clear our heads and sober up
And to discuss this matter further
in greater detail like proper gentlemen
And hey currently i can only see
2 of you , your blurred face
and what appears to be a ring
of bird's circling a star
So that's great news how drunk
can i be that's nothing out of the
ordinary
So how about that drink then
i'm parched and fancy a drink
Only 1 or 2 though just enough
to wet the whistle
One of us has to have our
responsible head on
And remember we've still got
to drive home
And don't forget we have to be
up bright and early for work
we have an early start
in the morning
I open up my eyes on this dark November morn
Up bright and early at the very crack of dawn
When the sun she ascends I am happy to admire
As I dress in my warmest winter attire
Then gently make my way down towards the sea
For the sight of her waves always fills me with glee
Hearing her voice so powerful and low
Watching in reverence her ebb and her flow
Holding my breath at waves twenty foot high
When her band of white horses come galloping by
The spray from their hooves refreshing my skin
They are pounding towards me inviting me in
So tempting are they on this November day
Sheer beauty and power as her waves they do tower
I am drawn to her side so majestic is she
Her call loud and clear ~ though I must not adhere
And watching in awe her sheer power I adore
Frozen to the spot and completely mesmerised
As ten thousand white horses gallop into the skies…
Written 14th November 2020
Contest YOUR RHY-ME
Sponsor Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE
iv.
By Thanksgiving, their machinations no longer discreet,
Voices from the walls and vents, betrayed their deceit.
My family revealed as demons in flesh-and-blood guise,
Christmas Day was the day they had plotted my demise.
My nightmares more horrific, as that curséd day drew near,
Every morning, drenched in sweat, consumed by my fears.
So, I wore the mask of loving dad, right up till the Eve,
One last dream of the woman offering my reprieve.
"Your family is wicked. They'll kill you while you sleep.
Take the axe from the shed—when you swing, bury it deep."
v.
Christmas Eve, bright and early, I quietly left the room,
My family still sound asleep, silent as a tomb.
They awoke to hot cocoa, crackling fire, freshly fallen snow,
The smell of gingerbread, apple cider, their faces all aglow.
We spent the day playing games, told 'em how much I loved them,
Then kissed my wife off to bed, grabbed my son and hugged him.
"I care for you and your mom and would only do what's best.
I'll come wake you when Santa's gone," his head against my chest.
"I can’t wait! Goodnight, dad!" He bounded off to bed.
As soon as his door had closed, I headed to the shed.
With gas can and axe in hand, I moved with hurried stride,
And kicked open wide the door, where the first demon I spied.
With the axe, forty whacks, when I saw what I'd done,
I kicked down the other door, then swung forty-one.
I moved from room to room, possessed with righteous purpose,
Made the sign of the cross as I doused every surface.
The last drop, the living room, tossed aside the can,
Where among the gifts, an envelope, signed with child’s hand.
I removed a card and read—To The World's Greatest Dad!
With a photo of our family and the happy life we had.
I slumped beside the Christmas Tree with lit match and tearful gaze,
Then screamed as it and my wretched soul went up in hellish blaze.
As the flames consumed the heavens, a woman cackled with delight,
Disembodied laughter, that faded with the night.
Watching by the river’s edge
Bright and early in the early morning glow
A female Duck came waddling by
With babies one to eight in a row
Into the water she did go
Little ones followed all in a row
Until it got to number eight
Who got to the edge and stopped to wait
Mother stopped and looked around
Little baby making a quacking sound
Come on in, she did imply
Baby shook his head as if to say why
Brothers, Sisters all looked on amazed
As brother on bank just sat and gazed
At the water, not impressed
Had no intention of being pressed
Into the water as mother wanted
This was one request, not to be granted
Dipped his foot into the water deep
Into this don’t think I will creep
I looked on bewildered and amused
To see a duck look so unenthused
Not intending to do as he was told
Though so small, but yet so bold
Back came mother and a chase ensued
Along the river bank I was bemused
To see this duck in hot pursuit
Of her baby who looked so cute
Once caught, mum grabbed him by the neck
Looked to say, you will by heck
Come into the water with all of us now
No time to waste, learn to swim somehow
Into the water the mother duck went
Full of parental good intent
Put her chick onto the water, who suddenly reared
Went up, went down and disappeared
Panic stricken mum dived down
Grabbed her son who was about to drown
He was panicking flapping his wing
And just as suddenly began to swim
Off he went across the water fast
Mum and remainder followed at last
Down the river they all swam
Out of sight down by the dam
I walked off slightly mystified
To see a Duck that nearly died
But all was well, it ended fine
They all swam off, all in a line
Training for a marathon, where does someone begin to start
Time to begin six months of intense training, a course I need to chart
Discipline and willpower I must rely on to get the job done
Hard work I am not afraid of it, in fact, I will welcome the challenge and try to make it fun
To be able to accomplish this a combination of great mental and physical strength I must apply
With a balanced diet, lots of sleep, and preparation I must endeavor to try
Some people think twenty-six miles of driving is a long way
When I cross the finish line I will have created a memory surely to stay
Tomorrow bright and early a starting pistol will fire, being focused and relaxed is surely the key
The long journey has finally come to an end, where I finished and how long it took me will have to wait and see
The goal of completing the marathon was all that I wanted to achieve
You can afford whatever you want out of life, you just have to believe
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
Dear sweet email,
sent at a bright and early 5 in the morning
who is greeted by my parents with a groggy groan -
but to me, you are no groan-able sight.
To me, sweet email, you are
a beacon of light, shining and bursting with hope
A white flag, waving high, sent through the barracks
of the endless war between myself and school’s 7am start
declaring a delicious delayed departure
for myself and my sisters.
You grant me the gracious gift
of turning over on my pillow,
setting my alarm to 7, and swiftly getting back to dreaming.
You instill upon my day
A day that cannot be anything but great, grand, perfect
For that day is shortened, and starts at 9.
Oh, two-hour delay, you are as rare as a four-leaf clover
but as welcome as a long-lost friend on my doormat
each time you choose to stop by
you will never be turned away.
Ballad of the poet
When the moon kissed the sun, and light spread upon the earth. *hh*
Bright and early,
early bird gets the worm.
With sullen time on stand by.... *DJ*"
Spurns emerald valleys that blur upon my new-found perch *J.M.G*
While all nature wakes from slumber in timeless glory. *E.G*
Morning glory stroked by a ceremonious dandelion... whisper~ *K.D*
Bitter like morning breath.
Rooster crows, two songs, I share a note with him.
My cat rises to the sun of a new day.
Stretches into a c with her tongue curled and tail furled *S.K.*
My coffee offers the sweetest taste after a goodbye kiss.
Clever and warm, I twinkle to the new morning light,
as I step outside, something pierced my heart..
~Wing broken, his bow in tow, arrows strewn,
~No flight for thee, love lost, bent arrows I see," *R.M*
Everything I see, everything I feel around me.
Becomes a new song.
Born of many emotions.
I roll them on a paper without a pen.
BUT! In my mind they speak clearly to me~
Look into My eyes with your heart... and there you will find your soul * R.A.D.*
"I hear an angel calling The beastly being within" *R.S*
A new creation awaits beyond the path of dreams content,
Eros and Cupid both shoot through my heart." *J.H.*
As the arrow's liquid enters my soul... *RON*
Will that winged creature with the bow and arrows stop blinking his eyes?" *R.P*
He has stretched his wings too far this time. *V.B.*
"His arrow of love is strumming my heart with golden grace. *L.M*
A Halo'd smile upon my face. * L.H*
Has suddenly turned to a grimace! *G.S.*
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Do you remember the days
Before our government showed how inadequate it really was
Do you remember the days
When you woke up bright and early
Fed the kids and went to work
Do you remember the days
When you would meet up with your friends for a drink
Well maybe not
Do you remember the days
When Asian Americans walked the street without fear
Their race of no consequence
Do you remember the days
When you were obtuse to the tears in society's seams
Ah those blissful days
Do you remember the days
When there was no fear of using too much toilet paper
Or spaghetti sauce or eggs
Or of being forced to drink goat's milk
Do you remember the days
Before you realized how little Republicans valued your life
What the hell it's only life... get back to work
Do you remember the days
Before your family came together
Listened to each other and realized they liked each other
Do you remember the days
When Los Angeles was filled with smog
Before you could hear a bird sing in Times square
Do you remember the days
When the news actually reported the facts
No me neither
Do you remember the days
When we had a sane president who cared about an environment
That was not filled with dead coral and rising seas
Do you remember the days
Before you realized how noisy we had become
Deafening ourselves to the cries of the poor
Their stomachs growling their packed apartments crumbling
Those were the last good days of Innocence
Yesterday is gone forever
I for one am grateful
You can no longer claim ignorance
This pandemic has exposed all our weaknesses
Please I am on my knees
Begging everyone around the world
Seize this rare opportunity
Make tomorrow the world
We always dreamed for our children
One of equality empathy and love
Peace will be our reward
05/01/20
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