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I bent down and sat on a elfridge log
While a crying frog came out of a bog
I set my precious best friend, Anya, on the ground
I distantly listened to the goblin and giants thundering sound
I put a hand up and petted my white-tiger guardian
He nestled my hand and sat down loyal
We had to go to the king Russo who was so royal
White-tiger guardian, Koda, told me what was up
And how the giants and goblins kidnapped his pup
At that point, from my own eyes, tears began to fall
I felt responsible, I had to report this call
I stood up quick and formatted a plan
Until someone cut in and screamed, “we’re under attack!” and everyone ran
The goblins and gnomes found out I was back
They begin to attack all dressed in jet-black
I chanted out spells, curses, and such
I knew I knew them, I’d practiced so much
“Curse you for trying to destroy my world
Wither now and become unfurled
Don’t look back you awful demons
For this is not your world and you have no reasons
You shall not be here, you aren’t the boss
This world belongs to me from the trees to the moss
From the animals and friends that I have made
Curse you all and go to shame”
The words rolled their eyes to the back of their brains
Ten-thousand bodies sounded like trains
They fell over dead with groans
While they died gently with thousand of moans
I saved my world with a certain curse
Because of a spell I had to constantly rehearse
My world was saved and everything in it
I was crowned queen and I left a permanent dent
I went to King Russo and recaptured Koda’s pup
I regained everything back that was stolen --- all the stuff
King Russo was happy too that I was home
Now my sun shines and no one’s alone
the candle snuffed out long before the night was gone
sent shivers of darkness from a cracked thin chandelier
bemoaned life’s brevity and then succumbed to slumber
a scent of yesterday perfused the room with fragrance
of wishes burnt at lightning speed and molten wax
whispered to a waning moon’s request to grow anew
obscured by clouds fully bestowed with heavy vapour
the harlequin chanted songs of wisdom and temptation
half-naked images of the fool’s physique oozed wanton
jaded milestones jingled from his silver-coated necklace
his nubile fortune proud in the beauty of a timid glance
cast an eye of passion now that the light had given way
a sconce invited the cierge to bequeath a drop of hope
from his sceptre as he followed the bouquet of her lips
that whispered without a blush and accustomed to delight
ambrosia flowed from the flute of devotion as if to dance
within the shadow of a blossom ripe to spill and savour
their kisses forewent innocence to raise sweet sinless veils
01st November 2020
When I close my eyes
I hear the steady beat of a drum,
Strong voices passionately chanting
With a native hum.
On the wings of an eagle
Their ancestors dance,
As warriors stand tall
With their decorated lance.
They come together
In the dark of the night,
They dance with pride and honor
Beneath a harvest moonlight.
Their steps are swift
As their spirit soars high,
While the valley echoes
Their native cry.
Their eyes are dark
With emotions buried deep,
For the land they once roamed
And bravely fought to keep.
Their traditions are taught
To each and every child,
As stories are chanted
Of the buffalo that ran wild.
Their gift of life
Is a spiritual treasure,
With morals and values
Only their heritage can measure.
They are the native symbol
Of yesterdays gone by,
With legends and stories
Foretelling the last warrior’s cry.
On the wings of an eagle
Their spirits peacefully fly,
Soaring so freely
Across the majestic blue sky.
Flashback to an enchanted time in my life
So long ago forgotten any trace of strife
A dogeared corner to a most favorite page
Four rainbow budgies and an oversize gilded cage
In my youth my dreams ever waiting for a sign
It was a time of drenching floodlit sunshine
Inpouring from my kitchen patio doors
The energy from bright blue skies outdoors
The bubbly chirping happiness is what I remember
It lasted on through right until september
Four rainbow budgies who could do no wrong
How I loved each one as they sang all day long
They chanted and wholeheartedly I listened
It was as if my life just glistened
The bubbly chirping happiness is what I remember
Not the sadness when rolled around the first of december
Four rainbow budgies in an oversize gilded cage
Right before my whole life was up on stage
AP: 2nd place 2020, 3rd place 2020
Submitted on September 28, 2019 for contest WRITE A RHYME ABOUT YOUR FAVORITE PET, LIVING OR NOT (BUDGIES) sponsored by REGINA RIDDLE - RANKED 4TH
His life was marked by infinite strides,
Breakable down into a chanted psalm;
And a doleful hymn after psalters' word,
Plus a petition to bid the kingdom come.
Keener listeners his recitals yet might hear
In plaintive crescendos in misty auras near;
Are not his footsteps bold in deathless ink,
On dark planes along the latent silvery link?
His ever-pledged faith soared on basis lean:
Choice psalms to check soul's bubbly brims;
Caroled hymns to shut heart's bestial whims;
Tacit prayers for mind and conscience clean.
Opposing these no devilish heads may rise;
No mortal skin more lethal ammunitions kept
In trinity synchrony winning wars against vice;
Blazing witty fires beyond Eden's eternal debt.
With a psalm and a hymn and contrite prayer,
He fought and slew old fogs that trillions dare.
Bruce the goose
got invited
got excited
He believed
He received
...an invitation
from the nation
A city named Who's ville
What a thrill
is to be hardy
at a birthday party
Two-Time Deuce
The recluse
Chop down the spruce
Made it a cane
As he walk down lane
Drove a car a salad bowl
Zeus the moose
Like to eat produce
Ice cream and cake
He did hate
Would comb fur with a rake
For heaven sake
Mongoose caboose
Got loose
His train
Got stuck in the drain
All arrived
At a quarter-to five
Bruce the Goose
Two Time Deuce
Zeus the Moose
All chanted Hip-Hip hooray
They did all say
Today the day
Everyone salute
Happy Birthday Dr. Seuss
3/15/19
3rd placement in Contest
Honoring Dr Seuss Poetry Contester Contest
Light Verse poetry form only.
Sponsored by:Michelle Faulkner
Am I ok to be dull,
Is it fine to be without
YOU AND STILL SHINE.?
Will I be a joyful
memory in your mind.
I asked:
TRUE LOVE SAYS IT'S
okay to be happy
apart from me.
Never replace my
joyous gift with grief.
In the spaces or gaps.
Your light should
fill- in, removing,sadness,
with a "well lived life".
He expressed:
Be happy ,with me-
or apart from me;
Love wouldn't have it
ANY-OTHER WAY.
He reiterated:
What's Understood;
needs no explanation
He said:
What kind of man would I be,
IF I REJOICED IN YOUR
MISSING ME.
KNOWING,that
I may never return.
He spoke again:
You have taught me that happiness
and all of it's glory will never die.
And sadness lingers on for ever.
Said I:
Away from you by
death or by distance.
Will still leave me responsible
for your smile.
From the brightness of your smile;
Everyone will be aware, that it be I
who put it there-
Even after years have passed
You with your new love,
Alas !
It would be me that left you
"Glowing"
He reported:
All the records will be
set straight and show,
That I was the man
"who brought out the best in you-
made joy in the depths of you".
He chanted:
I then realized my joy could never
subcomb to sadness again;
Neither to death- nor poverty -
not time- nor distance.
So I will rejoice when you come,
I'll live off the memories
your endless joy has brung.
So until you come again,
I will smile and illuminate
the days so brightly.
So bright... that even the next man
will praise your ways
and ask me to share the secret of your magic
I shall live in memories of happy days;
In the cheerful thoughts of men.
Final # episode of love
To the left and right of him
crowds raged, protested,
chanted, pleaded, sloganized,
stigmatized and demonized.
The center of the road seemed empty
yet there a child stood alone
irresolutely.
"Mr.," it asked,
"Why do people form groups,
gangs, identifying as ethnic identities, factions
or political opposites?"
( He was an intelligent kid)
"Sonny," he said
patting the little tyke on the head,
"It's because when 3 or more humans
gather together, they get dumb,
they get tribal,
they stop thinking for themselves
and forget to question
the collective view of things."
The boy seemed to consider this,
then yelled "You ain't my dad."
kicking him in the shin.
"Damn anarchist.''
the guy mumbled, limping away.
I sit here
In a place where I have no fear
Will there be another score?
Does the crowd want more?
Chelsea is on top
While Arsenal should not want to stop
The cheery contingent wants the action
And the goals in this spectacle is the attraction
If the favorite ticket ends up a pay
The pub fly will gladly say
“The pensioners are here, and they will gladly pick up the tab for the beer”
But there is more time to go, carry on let’s get back to the show
A penalty kick was the trick
And the home team was able to gleam
One nil that was a nice fill
But them Gunners made up for that bad mistake
Getting a break away that left Chelsea in their wake
One to one was the score
Will there be more?
As the gunner goalie picked shots off
The beer settled making the blue shirts wonder who’s at fault.
As I leave cash for my mealtime turkey
Chelsea needs a goal without Arsenal doing another thing dirty
Time ticks away
I do say
This match may be a push which would be pain in my toosh
But during the late stage
A goal was written by Chelsea on the EPL page
Not much later the gunners stole the sporting pen
And the blue shirts were not able to defend
Having two shots on goal without a miss
A clear message was made that the game that doesn’t use hands or a fist,
This was not done
And in the stands, those wearing red asked the blue shirts ‘are we having fun’
These gunners do not need a lot just one good shot
To be honest damage was done with only the one
Making the Gunners walk away with all the fun.
Giving questions about those leaving with outbursts that were steaming
Looking about hearing those chanted shouts
The blue shirt cheers who had to pay for their beers
Thought this London Derby was not going to be a fight
But to those who were just watching it was exciting, right?
Two to two is what the scoreboard flashed
And the blue shirts only had a draw ticket to be cashed
Granted this was more money
For those who shed out more pounds just in case something happened that was funny
Chelsea and Arsenal find themselves tied
And hopefully no one cried
Since it was a nice entertaining evening where everyone gave it a good try
The Gentle Giant
I can Breathe
How many time have my black brothers and
Sisters divided theirs tears Into Sections
With each drop, with each snuffle
With each tissue: we thread: as we bled to death
The chanting will echoed, the violent will rise
the barricade will followed: then someone will die.
Black Lives Matters: Black lives matters
Are we really free?
Are we still running from the police?
They is no such thing as equal rights
Those are upright and downright lies:
No justice no peace: said you mama,
So heartless said your sister,
I will killed them said my brothers
As I compose this piece, racism is another kind
Of deadly disease: without a lease, without a cure:
As I stay here and listen to
the helicopter circling the neighborhood
All I can think of is bad actions, deadly reactions
Everybody stay calm, everybody stay down
Life isn’t fair,
chanted the big crowd in Trafalgar Square:
1 Corinthians 15:54, 55:
“Death is swallowed up in victory.
O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?
Death only uses violence:
An eye for an eye will only make the whole world blind.”
? Mahatma Gandhi
In the beginning
There were Adam and Eve
There was kindness,
and there was peace:
Everyone smiles in the same language
Not everyone hurts the same way:
Goodbye my brother .R.I.P
A time for demonstrating, a time to showed leadership
a time to be happy, a time to be sad,
A time to pull the trigger, a time to seize fire
A time for karma, a time for relaxing while the night calms
Rest in Peace my brother: George Floyd
Racism, George Floyd, riots, injustice, Kindness, Evil