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Whilst out walking quietly today
A brand new friend came my way
With fluttering wings he flew by
Was brightly colored, I wondered why
God made him so I stopped to say
To a neighbor I saw on my way
He saw the Butterfly too, and was aghast
His bright coloring was such a blast
About two inches wide was he
From each wingtip that we could see
Fluttering around amongst the Bushes
Darting in and out of the tall bulrushes
Walking down by the riverbank
He followed me as if to thank
Me for my interest in himself
He looked a creature so full of health
Wings that shone and glistened well
In all he did look rather swell
His little body that looked so small
To carry his wings, antennae and all
A miracle of natures making
Too fast he moves for picture taking
I will have to wait until he settles
Which he does so on some stinging Nettles
I move closer, with my camera at the ready
Try to keep my hands real steady
He looks at me as if to say
Hurry up or try another day
As off he flies to pastures new
He disappears to spoil the view
I wonder where he went this time
He really did look so sublime
And suddenly he’s gone as quickly as he appeared
Which was what I had expected and feared
It’s hard to explain how sad it makes you feel
Not to see him flashing about like a Catherine Wheel
As I walk onward on my merry way
I wonder If I will see him again today.
Penny for the Guy
Penny for the Guy
Please mister
Penny for the Guy
Nov 5th is close
Still need to finish the guy
Pa’s old clothes,
Pants, button up shirt,
Shoes and hat
Stuff and stuff
Make the guy firm
Plenty of leaves and hay
Penny for the Guy
Penny for the Guy
Please mister
Penny for the Guy
As we push the guy around the streets
People stop and stare
Drop a penny in our cup
One more penny for our fireworks
Penny for the Guy
Penny for the Guy
Please mister
Penny for the Guy
Burn him
Roast him
Like he planned to burn
The House of Lords
Penny for the Guy
Penny for the Guy
Please mister
Penny for the Guy
Nighttime falls
A top the bonfire
With fireworks in his pocket
In the garden and burnt
Thanksgiving for the plot's failure.
Rockets, sparkler, crackerjack explode
A top of the bonfire Guy is seen
A lit curling and swaying
Sounds of spitting and crackling
As he burns the dry wood
Smoke tendrils and curls towards the sky
Children eating hot chestnuts
Cheering and dancing
At the sight of a Catherine wheel
Sparkles with coloured flame
Rotating quickly putting on a spectacle
Penny for the Guy
Penny for the Guy
Please mister
Penny for the Guy
11/30/2016
to late for the contest
Once upon a time in the land of the Hobbits,
Fili was annoyed. He wanted excitement.
He was the youngest of the twelve dwarves,
Dressed in a blue cloak and sporting a yellow beard,
He entered into his tree house in an angry mood.
Up in the attic he sat on a stool and pondered.
That night all fairyland would celebrate
The great feast of Midsummer. And everyone
Would parade his oft practiced skills.
Alas Fili had nothing spectacular to show.
In the dim light of the attic he spied a shine.
Fili had the best eyesight and somehow knew
There below the cupboard lay an alexandrite lode.
It shone and magic oozed out of it.
What could it be? He grabbed it and saw
A parchment with strange signs he could not understand.
Yet in the bottom was written so very clear:
Use me to fly, turn, swirl, but you must
Understand the signs or suffer you will.
A Catherine wheel opened the feast lightning the glen.
Immediately thousands upon thousands of fireflies
Flew around and illuminated the open grassy space.
Elves brought in the beer, sweetmeats, firewater.
The Firstborns danced around the Maypole,
Frog dances abounded as elves escorted the Fairy Queen
To her elaborated decorative throne. She smiled
And after a while she clapped her hers, and amid the clapping
She gave the sign that the much sought contest can start.
To be continued
For Bonfire Night: Nov. 5 in England
Watch the rockets shoot into the sky.
Wave your sparklers till their sparkles die.
Watch the Catherine Wheel spin her delight -
whirls of red, yellow-gold, green and white.
Give the guy a penny, for he deserves no more.
Smoke him as you roast hot chestnuts giving him "what for"!
Lose yourself in the revelry of celebration’s hum.
As *cracker jacks are popping, recall where this all comes from!
11/28/16 for the Contest of Shadow Hamilton
*cracker jacks are a popcorn and peanut snack Americans eat at baseball games so I hope the definition I found for it is the one you mean, Shadow!! It was good to learn about this holiday. It's a bit like our 4th of July!
As a child he discovered
how to assimilate, merge and verge.
His five senses did not become six,
but a number closer to one.
That day, water drooled over mossy stones.
He smelled the splash of foaming atoms,
the explosive opening of water-buds.
He thought to himself:
'I can paint my mind
over the sky as if it were a cave wall.'
A swan rose up, wings clattering,
water ligaments pulling a wingspan
through a Catherine Wheel of sound.
His senses flew together
forming clumps of reality
which seemed to him to be new planets,
realities thrown from the minds of
angelic water voles and frogs.
He thought:
'If I place myself into these little worlds
I can leave my footprints
on running water, or on the air
as if I were a bird created
by the light of a foreign sun.'
As a child he discovered
how to assimilate, merge and verge.
His five senses did not become six,
but a number closer to one.
That day, water drooled over mossy stones.
He smelled the splash of foaming atoms,
the explosive opening of water-buds.
He thought to himself -
“I can paint my mind
over the sky as if it were a cave wall,”
A swan rose up, wings clattering,
water ligaments pulling a wingspan
through a Catherine Wheel of sound.
His senses flew together
forming clumps of reality
which seem to him to be new planets,
worlds thrown from the minds of
water voles and frogs.
He thought to himself-
“If I place myself into these little planets,
I can leave my footprints
on running water, or on the air
as if I were a bird made
from the light of a foreign sun."
Children squealed as others cried and grown ups simply clapped.
A giant Catherine wheel spiralled up and burst in flares.
Most colored pyrotechnics beneath the clouds got wrapped.
The ohs and ahs were heard as the sight dispelled all fears.
A giant Catherine wheel spiralled up and burst in flares.
The smell of gun powder filled the air, but no one cared.
The ohs and ahs were heard as the sight dispelled all fears.
It was a time to feast and cakes and iced beers were shared.
The smell of gun powder filled the air, but no one cared.
Most colored pyrotechnics beneath the clouds got wrapped.
It was a time to feast and cakes and iced beers were shared.
Children squealed as others cried and grown ups simply clapped.
30 December 2020
13 syllables per line
Fireworks Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
He discovered
how to connect and merge,
or such discovered him.
His five senses did not become six,
but a number closer to one.
It came upon him,
that he was one with everything,
all that his mind and eyes perceived,
be they an ant or a mountain,
nothing was separate from him.
All was his mind.
Water drooled over mossy stones,
he smelled the splash of foaming atoms,
the explosive opening of watery buds.
All was an energetic flow of synchronicity.
His body resonated to the mineral dance,
the vibrations within rocks and pebbles,
a living Word of light joining all things.
A swan rose up, wings clattering,
aural ligaments pulling white wingspans,
through a Catherine Wheel of sound.
Senses flew together,
forming waterfalls of reality.
He understood that these imaginative insights,
expanded the creativity of the universal.
Sunlit raindrops bloomed like new-birthed planets.
The instinctive thoughts of voles and frogs,
revealed as a singular cosmos,
of co-terminus existences.
As he looked upon this seamless world
he knew he had the potential.
to leave footprints on the sky and sea!
This revelation
turned his consciousness upon a diamond-sharp laith,
creating the radiance of a holy grail,
one great enough
to hold all the innumerable Sons of God.