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Monkey Business
The bear was quite happy,
or so it seemed, alone in a
damp, cold, gray stone den.
Until the children on a trip
visited the zoo. Riotous, noisy,
and unsupervised bullies all
jeering at the bear, throwing
peanuts and insults at this
hulking, lonely, beast.
Cowering amid the debris
he rails against the onslaught
his roar awakening,
weakly at first, then fueled
by an instinctual rage,
his innate desire to be free.
The monkeys, acrobatic
cheerleaders, urge the
bear to action while
preparing their own
response to the mob
of neatly dressed cowards.
John G. Lawless
Tell Me -Who Do You Say That I Am?
Tell me. Who do you say I am?
Word
First voice to enlighten creation’s realms
Word of prophet’s words from mystic mystery runes
Prophecy and proverb wearing vision
Flow from pure agape
Living Psalm
A to Z – song composed – never a chord that stumbles -
The perfect chaste circle drawn in round circumference
Architect of straight lines with no wobbles -
Unbroken circumcised covenant – designer of my soul
Tell me. Who do you say I am?
Anointed Mighty
Unreachable star embraced
Crafter of restoration for rebellion thrashing
Defies disabled limbs with steps of faith
Transfiguration of blackness to see the eternal face
Opens ears to hear thunder’s glory
Dines with astonished tree dwellers
Full measure of mercy’s undisturbed pulse
Knows each of my words before they breathe
Tell me. Who do you say I am?
Righteousness
Metamorphosis of nativity
Bottomless paradigm of favor
Wheat and grape in synchronicity
Holds back the hand that flings the stone
Raises up cowering shame
Eyes of perfect sight plan perfection’s gift for each heart
Pristine living covenant
My enigma’s answer – my conundrum’s solution
Tell me. Who do you say I am?
Eternal
Valentine of paradise
Eden’s immaculate reforestation
Vine of the endless unblemished harvest
Anointed eternity with us
Wholeness of a holy rainbow
Gold - no need to be refined
Face of forever consolation
My first breath in every season’s restoration
Tell me. Who do you say I am?
You are I AM.
4-27-21
Contest: Tell Me. Who Do You Say I Am?
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
There he sat trembling, cowering in fright,
Twilight's pall submerging shadowy form;
His green eyes distinctive, piercing the night,
Body arching with each drop of the storm.
My wife signaled me: "Let's help keep him warm."
She scooped him up, took him to our small dorm.
Cats like to drink milk; he lapped up his bowl.
Contentedly purring, stretching out s-l-o-w,
The milk and the warmth restoring his soul.
Smiling peacefully, our hearts aglow,
We turned in for the evening, lights down low---
Our house guest all snuggly, from head to toe.
Came the morn, bad news perched at our front door,
The cat had vanished, no trace anywhere;
Left us there crying, heartsick and heartsore.
My wife looked at me: "It's too much to bear!"
She fell to her knees, voice soft and so fair:
"If it's all meant to be, why should I care?"
Then as we gave up our last ounce of hope,
In pranced the cat with a mate: He'd eloped!
February 16, 2018
Nighttime Fears
You feel so safe don’t you
Cowering in the light
But watching when the day is through
And the darkness spreads it is fight or flight
You do not know where to hide
Danger will follow your every step
They will be watching at your bedside
There is nowhere you can sidestep
The monsters are tracking your scent
Looking for you in the street
They want to lead you into descent
And it doesn’t matter if they cheat
So pray before you go to sleep
Talk directly to your god
Ask them for your soul to keep
Now, this may all sound flawed
So check your closet and under the bed
Then rest and sleep in peace
Do not worry sleepyhead
Just close your eyes and your fears release
Good night my little one
Dream only of your paradise
I will guard you until your sleep is done
And I know that all of your dreams will be nice
Curiosity concerning Careen’s covert chocolate and candy cache
causes children’s cartoon crusader Charlie a calamity!
Careen’s childminding cousin Charlie and carelessly closes her candy cupboard ...
curious Charlie’s no cherub, and can’t curb his constant candy craving
Charlie champs continually on copious chunks of candy and chocolate
Chomping contentedly on chewy coffee caramels and candy canes.
Charleston chews and Careen’s costly chocolate caramel crunch clusters
Charlie carelessly chucks the crinkled coverings on the carpet
Careen clocks Charlie chomping candy from her confectionary collection
Careen’s candy and chocolate is cherished
Consequently, Careen cannot condone cousin Charlie’s crafty crime ...
Careen’s crotchety and cross at Charlie’s out of character conduct
and contemplates contacting the cops
Charlie cringes and claims clemency,
claiming he can’t control his cravings... he’s a covert chocoholic connoisseur
Careen can’t commiserate, calling Charlie a complete cad!
Charlie’s complains his canine crown is cracked
and the chewy candy’s caused cavernous cavities
Calmly Careen closes and chains her candy cupboard
then chuckles coldheartedly at Charlie’s candy catastrophe!
Cowering on a Careen’s comfy couch, Charlie cries continually
Charlie is a complete coward and can’t cope with caries caused by candy...
He deplores and detests the drone of the dentist’s drill!
Charlie's Cartoon Characters Curiously Careen And Crusade Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
11/18/18
I sometimes try but obviously am
bound to more often than not fail
To hide behind my cocoon spun
silken webb of lie's
For fear of otherwise being exposed
that I doth not possess any or little
or no intrigue or mystery at all
Besides what you see cowering
dastardly in front of you here before
you now
So mistakenly I take a bow forgetting
rather I should have been curtseying
instead
But regretfully for me my head over
rules my heart
When like baby I feel trapped and
am unable to react and am forced
into a corner
As fear has stolen from me my
confidence and silenced my voice
so I dare not wish speak out
As I am so frozen statuesque dumbstruck
to the point I can not even in or through
the graceful ambient language of sign
Have the ability nor emotional depth
to display the sense of inner turmoil
pulsating through my veins down to
my core
And the reason why what not only
I but the world sees now in I is
Someone suffering from a terminal case
of Imposter Syndrome
My world is filled with many gods
who rule mortals with iron rods.
They are against me, so I think,
and can kill me with just a wink.
I live with cowering and fear,
knowing that they are always near.
I try my best to make them glad
So they will not treat me bad.
I cannot know if they are pleased
Thus, I can never be at ease.
There’s no such thing as happiness
So, I’m confined to haplessness.
I hear that you’re a God of love
who live in high Heaven above.
But my sad heart cannot believe
that you, my mind would not deceive.
I’ve lived so long with angry gods,
So, all I know are strikes with rods.
But I am willing to explore
a God who is love at the core.
First, tell me how you came to be
So that I can get to know Thee.
“I have no beginning or end
I am the source of life for men.”
I’ve wrestled with this thought before
But don’t think of it anymore.
Since I am, there must also be,
someone, somewhere, akin to thee.
What more do you want to tell me
so that I may learn to trust Thee?
“My Son and Spirit work with me.
We are one God, though we are three.”
“I sent my Son from Heaven to earth,
and He experienced human birth.
The Spirit helped Him live above sin
So, you and I can become kin.”
You are different from the gods
that rule us men with iron rods.
It will be better to serve you
than any god I ever knew.
I really want to be your Kin,
and not to be a slave to sin,
So, I can get to know you more,
and share the joys you have in store.
“Welcome, dear child, into my fold,
Come in, and get out of the cold
where you were living all your life
walking on the edge of a knife.”
I’m so happy that I met you
from my view, out of the blue,
But even now, I really feel
that you’re a God, who’s truly real.
HAIBUN
You are electron microscopic size, but you possess infinitesimal power. Just a single strand of encapsulated RNA, yet you and your brothers SARS and MERS can sicken and kill more complex life.
Covid-19, virion unseen
Bring humans to their knees
Cowering and trembling
You spring up suddenly from nowhere and spread like fire in a parched forest. Devastating stock markets, stopping sports teams, halting concerts and forbidding gatherings over 250 souls. Quarantines of ships and planes. People greedily grasping, fighting and clawing for the important things in life: toilet paper, masks, cleaning supplies, paper towels.
A boon to corporations
Johnson and Johnson, Proctor and Gamble
Secretly happy you are around.
World wide you spread, showing no regard for race, boundaries or politics.
Italians, Iranians, Chinese,
Americans, Norwegians,
Japanese, Brazilians
The world caught unprepared. Scientists scrambling to develop a vaccine. All will breathe a sigh of relief when you cease your rampage. That is until you return, mutated, the same but different and we start all over again.
All chickens here assembled, rise and fight.
It’s not enough the humans steal our eggs;
They cut our tender breasts, and that’s not right!
Stand tall upon your skinny chicken legs.
Stand tall and show them all you have some pluck
All chickens here assembled, rise and fight.
Tell all mankind that you don’t give a “cluck.”
Stop cowering like puppy dogs. Unite!
We’re raised unnaturally. Though plump and white,
We’re not all THAT; we’re caged and given grief!
All chickens here assembled, rise and fight.
We must convince mankind to turn to beef!
We’ve got to make them lustful for a steak;
to find the COW more healthful; see the light:
Say no to K. F. C or Shake ‘n Bake!
All chickens here assembled, rise and fight.
Sick lungs whispering secrets untold
Bones reveal tempo with aches and moans
The clock precariously loses time
Pipe in teeth, pen writes the rhymes
Sounds of shadows haunt the halls
Strolling parapets on the walls
Impatiently waiting and growing tall
In darkening anger as night does fall
Tormenting noise of echoing drafts
Spirited shouts of children's laughs
This empty house my creepy craft
Teases the mind with visions of past
Cowering supine in pallet covered
Spare pillow cold smells of another
In loneliness sleep in distance hovers
Concealing dreams of a silhouette lover
A comforting cup drowns a pill
The shadows sleep as cuckoo stills
As mares of night gallop black hills
My aging body restlessly yields
An original poem by Daniel Turner