Long Cocoon Poems
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How fabulous it would be
When you would walk gracefully to me
My eyes ___ on your fantastic sight,
Forget to blink and would open quite wide
Heart wound skip some beats and then cease
for he eventually would find some peace
That calm, that stillness, those unheard words,
Will sooth the soul like the spell of a wizard
To you, each cell of myself would surrender __
Like a rose to a butterfly__ on your one gentle whisper
With your elegant touch my cocoon will shatter
Allowing me to embrace your world full of adventures
Only with you O' savior, O' my jovial Destiny
O' kind Death, I shall walk towards eternity
Paghunda Zahid
12-08-2020
A small caterpillar was questing for the food
It entered the obscure region to search
Fortunately a man escorted the kid
and kept it in a box to end its quench
It was like a bolt from the blue
to see the box full of caterpillars
They enjoyed well and never knew,
the man who escorted, was the killer
The pupal stage had come
Every caterpillars dreamed to fly,
entered into the cocoon home
promised one another to meet in the sky
The man suddenly wrenched the chrysalis
immersed them in the hot water
and annihilated the pupas and their dreams.
He is doing the business of sericulture
He used to rescue the eggs of silkworms,
rear it merrily like a mother feeds the milk
wait until they attain the pupal form,
put in hotwater to separate the threads to make silk
Poor silkworms in the hotwater died.
Their dreams were long
and their desires were wide
They asked people,"What did we do wrong"?
Laid as an egg on a leaf by your mother
you patiently awaited Nature's magic spell
In a few days you became a caterpillar
then calmly chewed your way out of the shell
You feasted on the leaves as you grew each day
shedding your skin when it became too tight
Then attached yourself to a safe spot to stay
in a self-made cocoon to keep out of sight
Safe in the shelter of your silken enclosure
you matured to a fully developed pupa
Within which the body of the caterpillar
was transformed into a glorious winged creature
You split the enclosure when the time was right
and then crawled into the outside world slowly
Your wings expanded and they became bright
while the air exposure strengthened your body
At last you stood with opened gossamer wings
glistening with glorious colours of the rainbow
Whose beauty brightens up the surroundings
and lifts the human spirit wherever you go
Been decorating my home for the holidays,
hoping to lift the no Christmas malaise;
I love a Christmas tree blink and a candle haze.
and even bought gifts and wrapped them pretty;
there are gifts from me to me- even for kitty,
many will have no gifts in my city !
This Christmas is a time for thoughts and reflection,
giving my soul and heart an inspection;
on Christmas Day- will fall into recollection,
I will play my favorite Christmas tune;
in the night will look up to the stars and the moon,
and thank God for my Covid free cocoon !
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December 19, 2020
Poetry/Rhyme/A Christmas Feeling
Copyright Protected, ID 12-1315-040-19
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Chistmas Rhyme
sponsor, Tania Kitchin, Judged, 12/27/20
Seventh Place
Rhyming verified on RhymeZone
The Birthdays
You came into the world in the afternoon
A tiny bundle with red tuff of fine hair
Ready to leave your safe and warm cocoon
Not fussy, life entered with little flare
We prayed for you and God provided great Joy
A slim long bundle of happiness, God's blessing
We were full of love and gratefulness, my boy
Wonderful companion so much love overflowing
From you came this little boy who added much
Adorned with such wonderful physical traits
Downy skin, strong finger grips, powerful touch
Born with minutes to spare ALMOST late for the date.
Two generations remembered by the third
Clear as a crystal nothing at all blurred
Collaborative poem written by Sara Kendrick
And Doris Culverhouse
First Stanza: Sara
Second Stanza: Doris
Third Stanza first two lines: Sara
Third Stanza last two lines: Doris
Summary couplet: Sara
Forgive me if I should adore you too much,
but these pangs of yearning keep calling your name,
Drunk from desires to once again feel your touch.
Only your kiss can quench the angst of this flame,
as without you, my lone heart struggles to beat.
my soul is an abode for you to reclaim.
Boundless sea keeps me apart from lips so sweet,
if only the waves would carry me to your shore,
then surely our hopes and dreams would be complete.
I'll keep you warm when the heavens start to pour,
form a love that's timeless like the sun and moon,
so forgive me when I love you even more.
We can hide from the world in our cocoon,
in moments of passion from midnight to noon.
Clickety-clack, clickety-clack,
The engine is screaming down a rusted track,
Steel hearts thunder, my nerves are blue-black.
Chasing ghosts that never look back.
Flirting with the man in black,
Laughing as the signals crack,
Riding high through shaking trees,
Drenched in a flood of old memories.
Stations blur past, the clock hands slide
On and on, we go, we're tracking the guide.
Fingers start crawling up my knees,
I'm tired of them doing as they please,
Vengeance burns, while mercy stalls,
It's not worth making the calls,
So I move away - I move away.
So I move away - I move away.
The carriage rocks, begins to sway,
Doubt and fear have had their way.
Yesterday's echoes start to scream,
Rattled loose from a broken dream.
Memories of yesterday, are now forgotten
Souls are now lost, all downtrodden.
I'm riding the line; I won’t turn back.
We jolt, we screech, we shake, and whack.
Whistling through curves that never end,
Barrelling down hills, tunnels that wend
Smoke-choked fear has fogged the glass,
The past stares back, but will not pass.
I face this all alone in my cocoon,
While the outside reels like a crazy cartoon.
I’m on my way — I’m heading home.
I’m on my way — I’m heading home.
Clickety-clack, my heart on the rail,
I’m on my way — I’m heading home.
I’m on my way — I’m heading home.
It was my first attempt at writing.
I remember the setting and the city.
The theme expressed my feelings at 19,
which seemed to have been a 'crisis point'
in my transitioning from boyhood into manhood.
That piece has been in my possession
for more than 50 years but never printed.
I was a moth in a cocoon longing to break free.
I was like a baby sparrow I once met stranded on the ground.
The difference was that I gave the little sparrow a lift, and
he was able to flap his little wings and fly away. I had no one.
I was a grown boy turning into manhood without a man to turn to.
So I turned to pen and paper to release what was ailing me inside.
I should have known back then that writing was a large part of me.
I had great ambition, but was feeling alone without guidance or direction.
I must have gotten distracted, took the fork in the road that didn't say,
"writing". I've been a minister, social worker, counselor, baker, and so
many other things, but I only returned to writing 18 years ago. The
'writing bug' never left me alone, surfacing again and again. Now I write.
I am eternally grateful that the Lord allowed me to live long enough to write.
090122PS
I had heard that the prophetess was pretty, but she was gorgeous
Her red hair is unusual; I have rarely seen such a chestnut glow.
Her eyes were more than one color, I cannot give you a name for them.
She turned those unique eyes on me.
I felt like a frightened three-years-old with wet pants.
A slow smile came across her lips, I looked away, feeling strange.
Are you here for a fortune,
or do you want me to tell you about your past lives?
Her voice was hypnotic; she had me in her cocoon, I felt mesmerized.
I do not know, I admitted, feeling intimidated.
I am not here to frighten you, she told me.
Why have you come?
To see how gorgeous you are, I admitted.
She gave me a real smile this time.
Letting me feel comfortable.
The big black engine snorting,
Driven by the power of steam
The whistle blowing to trail
Far behind it’s muted scream,
Forging through the night.
I’m safe and warm inside
Enjoying every single second
Of that comfortable ride
A sense of isolation
A feeling of escape
As we steam on through
A dark blurred landscape.
In that intimate compartment
Almost like being in a cocoon
Half awake half dreaming until
Journey’s end all too soon.
Nothing quite as luxurious as
A long night journey by train,
Reality slowly returning to
A reluctantly waking brain.
Back out into a real world
Of noise cold and light
Waiting friends at the barrier
Coming slowly into sight.
The big black engine crouching
At the platform’s very end.
Whispering a steamy goodbye
Almost like a parting from a friend.