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I'm the darkest creature of the night, watching over marshes;
crickets fear me, making themselves invisible in grasslands.
I am harmless, merely an owl courting sister moon so lonely;
I take the nests of other birds that were devastated by squalls.
My enemies are the despicable bats that flap so vigorously.
I don't move, perched on a branch, I show them my claws...
they are a sure threat to make them move to another spot;
if they return, I'll fight to death until they decide to depart.
I am the scariest creature of the night, furred in black and gray;
this king of the wastelands, forests and plains is undefeatable;
although during the day, I hide in the hallowed trunk of an oak,
eagles constantly fly by unable to snatch me and be their prey.
Daytime keeps me from the outside world, and like bats I sleep;
many other creatures smaller than I crawl in bushes and shrubs...
such are lizards chased by snakes, but their speed is incredible.
Only in winter I am lethargic, in spring I hear frogs that croak;
of all the nocturnal fowls, I crave shadows in which frogs leap;
I can't befriend creature or man, only ants that gather crumbs.
I live in a bleak kingdom of moonbeams, of spells, of human sacrifices;
it's the mysterious realm of witches, wizards, harlots and spirits;
Lucifer is worshipped with bloody rites, virgins are slaughtered:
above God weeps unable to stop such a satanic madness!
No one hears the screams of death deep in the blazing woods,
they continue under my very glance, I alone seem powerless!
Were I a godly man, no cruelty would be done on this ground;
angels would be my allies, we'll defeat this wickedness with swords!
God made me an owl to stare and gleam through darkness;
if I started cooing, daft souls doing evil would come to their senses!
Entered in Eve Roper's contest,
" Owl Personification Form "
Written on 2/7/2016
Leanna Wee, a jammy fey headed toward Doolin on Sunday
An assignment from the leprechaun wild, the old one, gray
without faffin around, she went right for the pub to find
a young artist named Collin, who was clever and kind
He had a draiocht way about him, this Irish lad of Doolin
Leanna was ready to woo him, and was in no wee way fool’n
By the time she had woven her magic, he was under her spell
she could have led him to go for a poke or down the dell
By the time Leanna Wee was finished courting this young guy
He was a blithering blathering gobe, but still remained shy
She took all of his energy, and got younger as her skin got pretty
a craic personality, she now seemed unbelievably witty
the young guy was never the same after this encounter by chance
he barely had the energy to hold hands, sashay or dance
But Leanna Wee was excited, being a Leanhaun Shee
To steal an artist’s energy was her reason to be.
The red summer rose waves softly in the wind
youth is strength and her petals hold together
Bloomed yesterday with a cheery red that smiles
and the morning dew tickles and trickles down her stem
courting butterflies and bees with a fragrance pure
hummingbirds wing hovering to embrace her nectar
The brilliance of sunlight makes her sparkle and shine
her deep red hue bursting with radiance of crimson glory
As the lush glow of moonlight kisses the rose as she
emits a glow of blood red rich and dark as the night's shade.
Water the rose bush with a good soak as the summer heat
can feel sharp with teeth that burn the green into a dusty brown
Summer's days are long and it's heat strong with a quiet still
red red rose you fade with age is your youth evaporates into the sun
the brilliant red color rust into an auburn crisp at the petals edge
The red summer rose wilts no more butterflies or bees as her nectar dries
a brisk hot wind rips her petals away one by one they go
Beauty once pleasing faded and gone, colors so fresh are pale
next year will bring again the red summer rose
I plant next to it a rose bush of white with hope a new year can bring.
Enticing sweet dreams you tiptoe
Charming passions memories spun
From days of our youth long ago
When quest of love had just begun
When in your heart I'm all alone
Enticing sweet dreams you tiptoe
Blazing desires we've felt and known
Kindled embers of romance glow
Musings endearing you well know
When our engaging souls impart
Enticing sweet dreams you tiptoe
Holding me captive of your heart
Oh! how our indulgent hearts woo
Flame of ardent past still aglow
Courting love beholden and true
Enticing sweet dreams you tiptoe
November 1, 2021
Quatern (eight syllables per line)
Placed 3rd: “S” Contest, New Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme: Sweet
On this beautiful day in spring,
watching Nellie play.
I can't help but recall her
as a small ball of fur,
having just turned one year old.
Prancing and jumping,
in playful delight.
As shadows of
butterflies fluttered and glided
across our yard.
Hither and there she would,
run back and forth,
never breaking a stride,
very focus on each one.
As they took to the air,
in flight soaring away,
she was left quite bewildered,
but eagerly awaiting the next time,
they would come to play.
After many dog years we
have seen passed along,
she still waits each spring,
for the butterfly shadows
to appear.
But today, I now see she's
"dancing with the butterflies",
and wonder what has changed.
Either way, the fun has always been,
in the courting,
never the catch.
Flying over my mother's village
Ontiñena (Huesca), Spain
Riding a winged donkey
I see her sitting on her balcony
Dreaming of a gentleman
Who will court her with good intentions
While she embroiders sheets
For the day she gets married.
A young lad has passed by
One of those with bad intentions
Who said to her:
-Beautiful, I'd sleep with you.
He suddenly went inside
And her mother asked her:
-Daughter, who is that boy who's been courting you?
-Mother, that boy is nobody
He's "Cachalunas," the blacksmith's son
Who wears ripped trousers
And isn't quite right in the head
Because he parades his in the street
With more beard than the barber's face
Singing like a bailiff:
-My is for a woman
Not for a man.
-You know, daughter
As your two brothers and sister know
That you will marry
Whoever your father says.
While she was saying these words
The husband arrived.
Upon opening the door to the dining room
He went at once
Towards the balcony overlooking the street
Because he saw that the blacksmith's son
Was trying to jump over it.
And he said to him in a bad mood:
-Cachalunas, come down to the street right now
Or I'll grab you by the hair
And drag you to Skull Hill
Where I'll tie you naked to a tree
So the crows will come
And peck out your eyes.
Cachalunas turned pale
And when he let go
He hit the ground hard
As he fell, he kept saying:
-Sir, I've had a fever
And while walking down the street
I came across some silver keys
That I thought were
From your daughter's chastity belt
That's why I brought them to you.
You are a force of nature pursuing me
At times so strong onyx overwhelming
You say you want me to be your wife
But I am afraid I can’t cherry oblige
Can’t see green forest for turquoise trees
You took a yellow year courting me
In your mahogany mind I belonged to you
Love is a mysterious crime I’m not in the mood
I am blue rain on your passionate parade
Purple is your pain because I will not stay
I kept your silver secrets as you have mine
Never got my sea legs as you stalk me online
I prefer to be bluebird who got away
I’ve an encouraging word I must say
I’m not your one your chocolate soulmate
Whoever she is for you she will wait
undercover girl, born and raised in hell
but for undercover not unlike myself
a light snow fell, fine as wedding lace
rooted to the earth, I was, when I saw her lovely face
have you seen her lovely face?
soft as the night, dressed up she's like a song
'wants to do me harm, only turns me on
turning the tides, n'how could this be wrong?
just a little more rough, a little less diamond
more rough, less diamond
undercover girl, undercover girl
undercover girl, are you for real?
hungry now, on the wrong side of charity
from handouts to courting calamity
there are no secrets behind that veil
I want to drive you home, said the hammer to the nail
drive you home, hammer to the nail
Undercover girl, undercover girl
Undercover girl, what's your game?
Squarely conscientious, I unwittingly
sanction selfhood acutely triangulate
courtesy webbed geometry jeopardize,
galvanize pluck nudging contrived arc,
virtually courting temptation aware,
sans impetuousness compromises an
anonymous commingling, nonetheless
electronic fraternization enthralls mine
plucky chutzpah possibility intrigues
yours truly sporting impish grinning
smile across world wide web unsure
quasi cryptic communication decrypted
maybe imperfectly interpreting message
this enamored disembodied spirit doth
chance circling foursquare kibitizing
downplaying grand illusion spontaneity
gist ripples thru this human entity while
comfortably cushioned buffered against
disappointment accepting outcome - par
for the course amidst cyber spatial gulf
nothing ventured brings disappointment
more often than not, this solitary fellow,
a beetle browed fool on the hill smarting
over...he ne'er gathered rosebuds fruitless
ruing foregone opportunities, hence tho'
cocooned against adverse outcome revel
at fleeting giddiness affixing envisioned
smile upon unknown reader, or perchance
another veritable stranger, cuz amiability
need not be sole providence aimed at one
select web surfer, but extended warm free
greeting permissible allow one imperfect
troubadour to sprinkle pleasantries to any
person, whose scrolling intersects with my
genuine not "FAKE" aery mission to offer
abiding friendship e'en if limited to realm
of harmonized synthesized online reality.
Listen up, my daughters, let me break it down
Life's a stage, but you're not here to clown
You've got to face the music, face it strong
Face your fears, show the world where you belong
Don't let them clip your wings, wings are meant to soar
Winging it sometimes, that's what life is for
But root yourself in values, roots run deep
Rooting out the nonsense, that's wisdom to keep
Stand your ground, ground yourself in truth
Grounding your decisions, from age to youth
Rise above the noise, rise like the sun
Rising to occasions, that's how battles are won
Weather the storm, weather it with grace
Weathering criticism with a poker face
Steel your nerves, steel them like a blade
Steeling yourself for the choices to be made
Bridge the gaps, bridge them with your mind
Bridging understanding, leaving doubt behind
Scale the heights, scale them bit by bit
Scaling back expectations that don't fit
Balance your life, balance work and play
Balancing act, that's the price to pay
Weigh your options, weigh them carefully
Weighing in on issues, speak out clearly
Brave the odds, brave them with a smile
Braving new frontiers, go the extra mile
Charge ahead, charge your inner battery
Charging through obstacles, set your spirit free
Light your path, light it with your dreams
Lighting up the darkness, nothing's as it seems
Fuel your passions, fuel them day and night
Fuelling your ambitions, keep your goals in sight
Don't be too rigid, rigid minds will break
Rigid rules are meant for you to shake
Be flexible, flexible like a reed
Flexing your strength, that's what you'll need
Channel your emotions, channel them right
Channeling energy into your fight
But don't let them flood, flood your rationality
Flooding your judgment leads to fatality
Remember, my daughters, life's a complex game
Gaming the system isn't the aim
Aim for integrity, aim for what's true
Aiming high, that's what you should do
So face the world, face it head-on
Facing challenges, that's how you'll grow strong
The ball's in your court, court success with zeal
Courting life's adventures, that's the real deal
Now go forth, my daughters, write your story
Story of courage, rationale, and glory
Storying your journey with each passing day
Journeying forward in your unique way