Long Calf Poems
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In the beginning God created
In the beginning was the Word
Word was with God
Word was God
God knew Adam
God knew Eve
Eve knew the Tree of Knowledge
Eve knew the apple
Apple has a serpent's interest
Apple in Latin is evil
Evil cast from Paradise
Evil trades for jealousy
Jealousy renders the first murder
Jealousy surrenders the first confession
Confession leads to banishment
Confession too great to bear the penalty
Penalty where a whole world drown
Penalty when a new world is found
Found a unified arrowed target
Found talk as exhaustive
Exhaustive was her age to bear
Exhaustive another learned fate
Fate ends a city's future
Fate forms 3rd following faithful
Faithful kept Abraham's Isaac
Faithful ladder joins brothers
Brothers Joseph enslaved
Brothers tell the death of Joseph's
Joseph's sagacity ensures
Joseph's foresee an empire extends
Extends a brotherly olive branch
Extends Jacob's fatherly blessings
Blessings placed a brother's death
Blessings stay with the dearly parted
Parted death of firstborn male slaves
Parted Miriam watch o'er Moses down the Nile
Nile delivers a future prince
Nile brews rumors
Rumors cause Moses' flight from Egypt
Rumors caused Moses to deliver God's chosen people
People of Egypt and the Ten Plagues
People of God's chosen cross the Red Sea with Moses
Moses on Mount Sinai as the chosen people tarries
Moses with The Ten Commandments is angry
Angry of the golden calf
Angry at God's chosen who once was thought eternal
Eternal counts as many will not see the Land of Promise
Eternal God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit are blessings
Blessings
Promise ...
When I was eight
I said to my grandpa
I would only believe
In what I saw!
“God, I did not see
So,How could he be?”
Grandpa said he agreed
With what I believed
And with that creed
I could succeed,
“But remember how you thrive”
“With air that keeps you alive”
“Yet can’t be seen with the eye?”
“But” I said “to be fair”,
“I can feel the air!”
“And can smell with my nose”
“That little garden rose”
“And I can hear it blow!”
“So air exists, I know!!”
“But God I cannot see“
“hear or smell”
“And that He exists”
“How can you tell?”....
Grandpa kept a face
Whimsical at its best
serious was his gaze
Feigning a wisdom test...
“There are things that deceive”
“our senses, that perceive”
“Black holes exist but can’t be seen”
“And nomads see mirages umpteen”
“there are many things beyond reason”
“Not all as clear as the seasons!”
“One day you will surely understand
“That there is god in every strand”
“He cannot be seen, heard or smelt”
“But his presence is always felt”
“in mother’s love for her child”
“Even amongst creatures wild”
“Why would a bird build a nest?”
“Or a cow put a calf to breast?“
“Why would a bird dare a snake”
“And risk life for chick’s sake?”
.........
It is years since grandpa’s death,
Smiling he took his last breath.
Life journeys at a slower pace
As Time has put me in his place
My Tiny grand tots play with me
Morning, evening and at tea
One of them pried me one day
“God doesn’t exist! What you say?”
I shook my head with a smile
I knew this would take a while,
Resting the arms on my cane
I said “ Here we go again!!”
..............
I went to junior high school with Tim Kinney.
His hair was long and unkempt-an aroma of the cheapest hemp.
He had metal taps on the bottom of his black leather boots.
Never carried a book or pen because it just wasn't very cool.
He dated a ragged little blond from just over the tracks.
Was menacingly friendly to everyone, including us outcasts.
He had black skulls and guns from his neck to his calf.
His 2nd favorite girl branded {TK} on her tight little @ss...
Or so it was said.
By far the coolest thing about Tim Kinney.
Is that he was missing the end of his right pinky.
Like a Japanese gangster, he never said one damn thing about it.
I was a record producer and a star-maker.
The call came in on a Tuesday, a deal-breaker.
The wife cannot come, but can you sign a calf?
I thought I had heard him wrong, but not by half.
Did you say calf? I asked the guy named Larry McDad.
Yes, he said, she is the most gorgeous one we have ever had.
I was now confused. A bovine? A cow? A mooer?
Yes, and I promise, I will scrape up all of her manure.
“I am a record producer,” I told him. “Does this calf sing?”
“You are a promoter,” he told me. “This baby has zing.”
I made the appointment for the very next day.
He was right. This little beauty promptly blew me away.
She started out with “over the rainbow”
and she was as good as Judy had ever been.
She sang six more songs just as well,
and we put her back into the pen.
“How do I pay her?” I asked Farmer McDad.
“she likes straw and feed,” he said. “Does that make you mad?”
“And you get a percent?” I guessed right away.
“Yes, “ he agreed. “She can start singing today.”
Can you hear the pitter patter
Of the rain on my roof?
Can you hear the water splatter,
And the dog that goes 'woof'?
Can you hear that auto go by?
And the bike that zooms through?
Can you hear the thirsty land sigh,
As it laps the rain, dew?
Hearken! The tinkle of a laugh!
The rustle of a leaf,
The quiet mooing of the calf,
The weeping willow's grief;
Can you hear the crunch of the land,
When the lorry crushes?
Hearken to honking horns' bandstand,
As the traffic rushes;
Hearken! A baby crying far!
Music playing nearby!
How wonderful all these sounds are!
How do they gratify!
Those intense eyes, imposing aura;
The warrior pose;
atop the snow-clad peaks,
among the floating clouds
still, radiating heat!
The serpents, the hair,
The alluring fear,
The magical hues, undefined, unfiltered
Beyond comprehension of mere souls
into you I gaze, are you Mansi’s ace?
Your roar- creates, expands, nurtures…
As I give you my fears, inhibitions,
Roar for me…
Let the cell vibrate, follicle tingle
mind flush,
let thy churn, a twister form!
Come as a child
or clad in a loin,
A pinstripe suit or a Gucchi boot.
Raise a storm or a strom.
You have come to play; the game that’s your always
To dribble doubts, net fears, dunk worries.
Haha…
Win will be mine, with the divine & Mansi intertwined!
As I saw you with closed eyes,
cried out…
a silent bellow to invite,
you roared, entered & tore!
The sheer pain, the veiled shriek
Throbbing veins, pulsating calf
Could it be more profound?
The aftermath…
In observance, in the space…I remain!
Bestowed by your grace, the Mansi way…
Have you ever heard of the most mysterious book?
No? Well, get online. You must have a look.
I would venture to say that you've never been gripped
by a more inexplicably strange manuscript.
Can you imagine the curious joy which
you'll experience with the Manuscript, Voynich?
Scribed in the fifteenth century (precisely, first half),
it was written on the reluctant skin of a calf.
Of course, as I tell you this, in this sense, I kid -
the calf was quite dead at the time it was did.
It was written in a language that nobody knows,
and has pictures of plants that nobody grows,
plants that have in no place have ever existed,
except in this encyclopedic codex, quite twisted.
What explains this tome now in Yale, institutional?
Was it written by a lunatic, mad and delusional?
Or, if the author didn't suffer that affliction,
could it have been old-fashioned science fiction?
Maybe it is just gibberish or gobbledygook,
in which case, a few scholars got took.
Is it in a made-up language or a code,
or a real language that nobody knowed?
Was it just a fifteenth-century hoax,
perpetrated by monks or unsavory blokes?
Often, mysteries are resolved on the very last page,
but some leaves have been missing since the medieval age.
If you check out this document, and you understand,
tell me and the world, and I'll shake your hand.
absence was noticeable like the wood yet blessed with nails of plenty
hellfire snuffed out gossiping walls abandoned
vacancy in one's upper regions merely invites painful issues
focus compliments across the forsaken
propped-stand sits Vellums of ex-calf-hides that's flat-parched-rolled
of late scrolled deeds tied scarlet ribbon like a pious girl's hair ditty
furnishing and wall hangings the whole household
all except the mirror mirror on the wall
widow-black then Sister Golden Hair America
methinks it's the wind howling reshuffling some untruths
how does one tease battleship grey adrift weigh anchor
realtor waits parched deed to house and land sits for a signing encore
am I adding that one-size-fits-most-everyone to the bill of sale
again he picked golden she picked Beethoven
that night if truth is not in the heart you'll find it here
back of the mirrored wall bed case Emperors Concerto no America
exacting soul of equal heartbeat climbs a facial grin decent suave farewell
behold a view bears true of song close to his heart forever buried
lunch graveside Filipino traditions his song copied pivotal choice trends
mirror to luster pure strand of gold for an emperor is now placed on hold
Not content with just penurious loaves
Wretched pauper for richer diet strove
Seeking treasure from a wealthier trove
Delicate crumbs from hearty stoves;
Pungent fruit from well-stocked groves
Poached sustenance frail body did gladly receive
Yet of better fare covetous mind did conceive
Then with guile from gullible hearts lucrative profits deceive
'Til stitched threads a fine, seamless tapestry did weave
O'er time malfeasance with cankering anger did twain
With licentious craft bartered for wanton gain
Still, embittered spirit did all the world ruefully disdain
Tethered to earthly mammon; eternal soul did enchain
Moral, be content with the goods you have
A shriveled piece of bread better than a poached calf
With tendered tissue your festering wants salve
Lest infectious greed spread to heart's valve
A farmer's day brings both worries and joys
Every day he sets out to check his livestock ,Rex staying close to his heel. There they all are scattered throughout the field. His keen eye spots something amiss. A mother cow is slumped low on the grass ,her little calf no longer with her. Controlling his panic ,he examines the fence until he comes across a gap ,big enough for a calf to slip through but denying that opportunity to her. Looking over the fence, he spies the calf munching merrily in the next meadow. His snap of his fingers sends Rex racing through the gap to bring the calf safely home to be happily reunited with its relieved mother, and he then plugs the gap with boughs from a fallen tree.
A young calf missing
The worrying search ends well
Rex saving the day