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See the way the sunlight splashes across my face
Serenaded by swaying leaves in a beautiful place
I yearn for the mornings when dew makes leaves glisten
And as nature sings and dances I simply listen
A lush forest forms a canopy overhead
Where birds perch and make their bed
In roaring rivers fish make their home
Twisting and twining to the heart of the biome
Here I forget the city's hustle
As I watch forest squirrels bustle
Deep within the forest comes the call of the wild
Filling me with gleeful joy like that of a child
...From my gilded concrete cage
It seems so real it fills me with rage
Knowing that what I yearn for is surreal
Because it was truly never real
This sprawling urban jungle is not where I should be
So cramped and crowded it's impossible to be free
Perhaps that's why my heart is sick and I lost all hope
Chasing booze and bottles just to cope
When I close my eyes I can still see that pretty lie
But as soon as I open them I have to ask why
My soul yearns for a life that was never mine
I begin to wonder if I just want to whine
But tonight when I close my eyes
Whether ugly truths or pretty lies
Whether it's right or wrong
My heart knows where I belong
And again the sunlight splashes across my face
Serenaded by swaying leaves in a beautiful place
As tears begin to fall I cry like a child
Just wanting it to be true that call of the wild
I envy those living as part of the wild
For I too, once heeded its call
A smoldering ember since I was a child
Urge, and belonging all part of the thrall.
I’ve enjoyed the fresh taste of a sparkling stream
Felt the tremble as you push through your fear
Stood high on a peak admiring Gods scheme
Felt both delight and remorse for taking a deer.
I’ve walked for weeks through valleys and trees
Traversed mountains with lush native grass
Felt the warmth and the cold of high country breeze
Navigated tussock, forests and high country pass.
I’ve smelt autumn rain as it mingles with dirt
Enjoyed the isolation of me and my views
Valued crude shelter while nature unleashes its hurt
Watched forest birds doing their best to amuse
But I’m now destined to be one of societies slaves
In a world where worth is measured by cash
Where worry and stress are delivered in waves
Where those without are regarded as trash.
I felt most alive in the middle of nowhere
Now dead when hemmed by city and streets
Nothing compares with fresh mountain air
Living free, no money, bills, or receipts.
How I wish to scuttle alone,
over a gentle river,
from bank to bank,
in a small boat,
rowed with a bamboo pole.
The call of the wild is an irresistible call,
to venture into the silken waters,
to feel the wind and look at the blue sky
with nimbus clouds drawing strange patterns,
when seagulls’ fly, shrieking over my head,
and sense the misty spray of water
when weary hours shall sink to blend
with the soothing sibilance of the river,
winding its way through woods and plains!
October. 23.2022
~Placed Eighth~
POEM OF THE DAY
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
'nother heartbreak
sorry
never hid one red flag
or warning label
...yet she tried
so
not all my fault
but it's a pattern
I think I might
until I know I don't
some brutal honesty
I squirm free of the noose to
answer the call of the wild
and put 500 miles
between us
before I stop for the night
at some nomad campground
stirring the embers in the
dying light
pondering
what it all means
my love
she says I lied about
well it was blind
until it opened its eyes
now out of her arms
and into my five dollar camp chair
nothing but the moon, the stars
and a VooDoo Ranger
for company
staring out over that endless sea
of loneliness
strumming my ukulele
...singing softly
"Can't You See"
The forest wilderness calls when autumn arrives,
It is the call of the wild beckoning to me;
Of brilliant foliage across open swaying meadows,
Of the ducks seeking food in reflecting rippling water.
Their plumage magnificent in the sunshine,
I like to hike the forest trails where red maples blaze;
And birds perch on mossy river boulders,
Of a creek that twists and turns through the fall forest.
Nature's patterns repeat in endless variations of flowers,
In meadows, thickets and open areas;
A wind whips my long hair and a lone tree clings to a cliff,
And polished rocks line the banks of the creeping creek.
That twists and turns through the autumn forest,
Leaves decorate every turn with enchanting scenes;
Lichen covered tree trunks punctuate the fall foliage,
And ferns are withering and dying amongst the glory.
Water thunders over the polished rocks in the creek,
And fall finery clads the hillsides so beautifully;
With golden red of the maple tree, yellow aspen and birch,
And the stained glass leaves fall in quiet still places.
A worn picnic table covered with multi-hued tones,
And a weathered old oak witnesses the passage of time;
I explore the cliffs and meadows where marigolds bloom,
I am a hiker who relishes the sweeping views of the wild.
___________________________
October 20, 2015
Verse
Prompt - Call Of The Wild
For the contest, Triple Prompt - Hear The Calling
Sponsor, Casarah Nance
First Place
diploma acquired magna cum laude – double entendre
Xlv years elapsed since
I (former long haired pencil necked geek)
bid alma mater adieu,
the quietest kid, who never said boo
nobody discerned handy dandy blues clue
what yours truly thought,
cause figurative blanks he drew
remaining quiet as a Unitarian church mouse
never uttered a dog gone peep
extrovertedness he did eschew
even now two score and five years
after donning mortarboard and gown few
and far between words spoken
courtesy me, a former
Norwegian bachelor farmer
Lake Wobegon mine imaginary home
solely without friends grew
impulse to become linkedin
through schizoid personality disorder
offered solitary existence
alone within emotional wilderness hue
cannot imagine loneliness
(analogous to be bajillion miles
from nearest neighbor
while housed within igloo
mattered not whether gentile or Jew)
at tender growing up age obliviousness
suffused every cell constituting
Matthew Scott Harris
interestingly enough yours
truly quite outspoken
thru dimpled cheeky
adipose characterized kazoo
flatulence courtesy pop slop
incorporating secret ingredient
intended to ward off licentious
pheromone exuding females loo
sing hormonal secretions,
anyway said unmentioned
quite tolerant spouse,
(who remained faithfully
married enduring quarter century)
despite incessant husband
buttuck blasting - courtesy moo
ving odoriferous soundcloud waves
issuing ass him tote across avast spatial plane
resultant impact on par with nu
cull lee air fallout ooh
noxious human air pollution pu
tress hint smell as natural deterrent
to sexual reproduction, nevertheless
semen aligned (alphabetically
by athletic prowess) think queue
wee warriors able, eager ready and willing to
increase chromosomal revenue
blaring semper fidelis
as lucky sperm pierces zona pellucida
wee acted screw yule us,
when call of the wild – bald truth
found me to ejaculate and spew
sticky goo, and stopped reproducing
after daughter number two
me unbiased, but both offspring
attractive in their papa's view.
I don got nothing but terrible
reviews bruited about
dip pressing field day
me (Lothario wannabe)
trumpeted execrable lout,
a garden variety baby
boomer father without doubt,
his own shameful paternal
shenanigans cavalierly he did flout
dwarfed teapot dome scandal,
thus one look no further,
or send out a scout
herewith infractions distilled,
though personally, I strongly advise
ye to go trout
fishing in America,
with a master bait
tour and/or subsist
on circa 1521 a.d. vintage date
diet of worms, well preserved
nearly five centuries
since team did excavate
cuz his narcissistic
propensity, brought fate
fool downfall wool find you
fist pumping imaginary pugilist great
reflexively recoil, at the ingrate
asper adultery, terrible
black barbs caused psyche dial late
bacchanalian debauchery,
marriage did mutilate
philandering prurient lechery,
et cetera (albeit kinky),
he did participate
heatedly enough to generate
electricity to induce perms
in every man, woman,
and child, or make poker straight
tightly coiled locks, whose weight,
sans comb bind
terms oven destined
with hot sizzling endeavor to find
my inner Elvis a vis with curled lip,
and daily pelvic grind
tryst ting mounting with hind
quarters sighting derriere
rearing to groove while inclined
at a sixty nine degree angle hull lined
for maximum fair moan to get mined
licentious behavior spurred from celibate
marriage, hence call of the wild pined
tubby satiated, and
subsequently huss signed,
thus within web of treachery
"FAKE" Casanova did wind
up gaining independence as
a Norwegian bachelor farmer.
tens of thousands years ago
(a figurative out in left field ball park figure)
*****Sapiens (or the forebears of said species),
deliberately sought sensate satisfaction
with deliberate zeal
shucking clothes
(perhaps just an animal pelt hiding pubes)
answering (on a private line),
the call of the wild,
not yet verboten feral common weal
way before the identification of venereal
disease (though most likely
germinal forerunner), yet to rank
as demise forecasting deterministic,
fetishistic, hedonistic inviting
Gonorrhea, Herpes, Syphilis, et cetera to an unveil
ling, then (of course) average life span
of primate predecessors brief, nasty, and short,
thus demise from sexually transmitted disease
unlikely the cause of death,
nor spelled catastrophe that would seal
the fate of mankind unlike the here and now,
when the Apocalypse Israel
aside from conflagration
decimating Rohingya's, Uighur's, Yazidi's,
countless other minority populations
severe distress they feel
plus Middle Eastern countries got a raw deal
subjected to their own variety of slaughter,
which genocide ranks as Syria us injustice
calling for immediate appeals,
injunctions, sanctions humanitarian appeal
against inhumane abominations,
terrorization, violations
rather than passively witness
innocent lives being trumped.
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…………………..
Treading on broken glass intoxicated and splintered
By exciting dangers as call of the wild littered;
My mind seduced by sly games uncontrolled
Feeding insatiable urges more than life could behold,
Until I collapsed, succumbing to black heat
Charred , burned from slits of fevered beat.
Then , a glint of light where reborn eyes pranced
Are where hopes begged for a winged chance,
My spine bent to a shape deeply shaded white
As if to say, damn! Put your act together and do it right;
While from afar, *Angels descending, bring from above,
Chiming blurred *echoes of mercy, whispers of love*
And in that moment, the raven part of me led to slaughter
Tipping my choices to bathe on cleansed waters
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To Hell and Back for PD's Contest
By: nette onclaud
No Birthday Acknowledgement...
From thee... eldest daughter,
who need not brood,
nor does padre whoosh
to stir loess hood family feud
(hence an attempt merely
to convey melancholic mood).
Profound contrast extant between
your high achieving
life a wonderful hit parade
on the go compared tummy mellow
existence, yes rather staid,
now devoid of any parental
responsibility since years back, ye bade
farewell to yours truly
(perhaps forever), atop a jade
did apex inverse to my nadir paid
with ignoble deeds soul limb lee,
dissimilar to thee,
a young vibrant woman, unafraid
to take life by the (figurative) horns,
owning free choice (linkedin, nsync,
prevalent...) with autonomy swayed
independent lass not succor tubby paid
tummy, nor does this "sir" ask (delayed
by one day) for thee to "FAKE" express
sing nonexistent affection,
this decision...opting to evade
papa, who must accept such choice,
asper his first born, fortunately UNLIKE me
she earned top notch grade
nonetheless, this dada before he gets laid
to rest (actually most likely cremated),
whose ashes tubby scattered across favorite sites,
yourself and Shana Punim played,
which wistful nostalgia plucks heartstrings
rubbing raw thy psyche, who cannot trade
past concupiscent transgressions (emotionally
turbulent waters I did wade),
and no intent to telephone and invade,
sans audiologically your ear space,
this paternal, essential, and critical need
my psyche weighed, lamented, and encumbered
grief, nonetheless proud,
thee "star student" made
herself whip smart
by dogged academic pursuit
in tandem with ardent biological
bone a fide exemplary filleted
(within chromosomal dom) mignon,
similar, when Semitic forebears
risked frolicking under shade
of night - countless elapsed generations aid
ding random genetic dice throw begetting
Eden Liat, whose irrepressible
atavistic feral guaranteeing immortality obeyed
viz, call of the wild indomitable
animalistic hankering impossible to evade,
these genealogical ancestors actions unknowingly,
unstintingly, and unwittingly
helped forge, craft, and affect every blade
of grass, and yoked, (a chicken and egg thing)
hereditary survival of fittest
present day unchoreographed masquerade.