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Laurah Maybelle Rickborn
1907-1935
Life was such a excruciating bother.
I’m happy the long drama is finished now.
My childhood consisted mostly of chores and lessons,
While my teenage years were devoted to daydreams,
Dancing, and the work I did ceaselessly,
On my parents’ modest farm on Painter Avenue.
Indeed, I acquired the dogmatic idea early in life,
That chickens are undoubtedly the filthiest creatures,
Ever created by our very creative creator.
So it was with a strange dose of personal joy,
Whenever I accosted one of our hapless chickens by its neck,
For the celebrated purpose of a quick slaughter.
Then, with speedy relish, I’d chop its beady head off;
Finally, with determined aplomb, I defeathered the thing,
As it death-spasmed still on my bloody lap.
Such are the memories I choose to remember,
As my final pathetic epitaph,
Of a life I found ultimately annoying and frustrating;
Of having to put up with arrogant selfish men,
Who smelled of cigars, whiskey and sweaty talcum;
And who desired more than a quick dance under the stars, indeed!
Of having to endure obtuse women with no life at all, except drudgery;
Simple-minded women who worked like willing slaves,
For their blow hard men-keepers; Blecch!
I wanted no part of that, thank you.
Like I said, I’m happy the drama is finished.
Happy, deliriously so, that
My daily encounters with conceited boorish men,
Are, at last, at an end!
Brava I say, to all women who fly freely!
Fly! Fly! Resist men! Fly!
Commencement writing this poem
began December 24th: 08:04:03 PM
ended December 24th: 09:23:17 PM.
Soon Auld Lang Syne
sung bidding goodbye
adieu two thousand nineteen
uttered from every gal and guy
transfixing living mortals
with good cheer well nigh,
while awesome pyrotechnics
light up night sky.
All across world wide web
hope springs eternal
rocking and rolling creatures
woke out their hibernal
phase, where new year
rings optimism jockeys
to thwart diabolical, infernal
offal, venal... bare beer bellies
race with full bladders
elbowing way to nearest urinal.
Infinitesimal metaphorical eye blink
yet,... utopian wishes
transcending personal resolutions,
while champagne glasses clink
booze legitimated, liberated
to quaff another drink
who knows mankind, and
all species may become extinct
climate change if anthropomorphized...,
a party spoiler rat fink
aye bet same phenomena,
that also caused human missing link
wild hypothesis, I admit
yours truly did misthink
merely speculating as
fingers spuriously plink
MacBook keyboard
upon completion, I will uplink
rhyme without reason,
than succumb to zeeland,
where dreams conjured courtesy
rapid eye movement lidded wink.
Though veritable stranger
to thee dear reader,
I read dull admit,
nonetheless hope ya summon true grit
threading thru maze of life adhering
to credos, dogma, ethics... mostly legit
yet take to the activist streets
if necessary and ABSOLUTELY vote
if prior to election day,
ye complete eighteenth orbit
cuz, commander in chief,
he will not concede nor quit
power monger loathe
to relinquish presidency
grounding country into
Grade A s*¡t
(use your imagination, and
sure call this mister a twit.
All joking aside,
yours truly wishes ye well
write and share, cuz
no doubt you got lots to tell
plus the writing process
cathartic, fantastic, therapeutic
to express concerns, emotions,
far out predictions... eke quell
or greater than mine,
an ordinary garden variety fell
ho...ho...ho... within Schwenksville I dwell.
Thank God for waking up, for opening our eyes
Another day is at hand
filled with opportunity
perhaps a wedding band
Thank God for releasing our arms from sleep
Thank God for separating the land from the water
For giving us two legs, for letting us upright walk
…not to mention creatures who think and talk
Thank God for girding us with strength
for giving us perception
in three dimensions
height, width, and length
Thank God every minute of every day
for the countless miracles He brings our way
for our elbows, shoulders, our feet down there
for our eyes, ears, nose, mouth and hair
Thank Him profusely the day before we die
Do it devotedly ~ we’ll begin to understand ‘WHY’
It’s a wonderful feeling as you gladly air your sweet melody
The canticle of your ebbs is heard from your sweet glee
Children shriek with laughter as they feast in haste
Adults lay down to feel your scent and enjoy the rest.
The blue sky is the reflection of your innate beauty
The Mighty Creator had laid you down there for everybody
Your smiles spark in different hue of blue and green
But at snap of fingers, your splendor has been stolen
The clear blue sky draws its huge curtain on your sight
As the spilled oil tinges and oozes its ominous color of the night
The sun sets in the middle of the day, does he go and ask for help?
Scream is heard when you’re left alone in yelp
The dawn has to come; yet, you’re still down there and helpless
But waves rise up collecting your strength which scattered into pieces
Your calmness echoes in hope as you keep yourself in prayer
That someone will take you out from an odious nightmare
Soon you’ve a glimpse of light from afar, just out there
The sun’s vigilant call lighting up the hearts of every scavenger
Shining brightly once more as they work on amelioration in short range
You realize that sadness and pains are transient in this world of change
The sun finally opens the curtain for a clearer and brighter sky
The scavengers work hand-in-hand, in starvation they’re afraid to die
Waves move towards the shore shaking their ears like cute puppies
Taking care of sea creatures and throwing all unwanted wastes.
The Mighty Creator is so good, He always let the sun shines again,
Through prayers and strong faith, hope will be strengthen
And when humans, the stewards work with nature in perfect harmony
A brighter tomorrow comes in His Divine Mercy.
April 26, 2013
Second Place
Contest: Enlightenment, Hope and Harmony
Judged: 4/29/2013
Sponsor: Russell Sivey
""As I lay silent, burden free
I asked the world to join with me
With my tongue planted firmly in my cheek
I offered answers for the poor and meek
Beware the guilt ridden, for theirs is the earthly kingdom
where starved and thirsty creatures come to drink
from a Fountain not of their making,
but will forever be offered them just the same.
I asked my brothers to forgive a harmless illusion
instead it was me the Romans chose to shun.
I asked my brothers to know the one true Boss
instead they strung me high up on this...well you know...
Because I held such a controversial stance
My 'church' made certain nothing was left to chance
They warped my endless love and set my words on fire......""
For this next rhyme, I think I'll go with 'desire'.
Hell no I'm not Jesus, I never said I was.
I'm only pretending I know what he would say, just because
sooner or later his real message has to be heard
I'm just doing my part by spreading the word
Hopefully I got it right but probably not
I'm no visionary, I'm just tired of being a robot
I have no idea what Jesus would say...
I write bad poems since I never learned to pray
I don't know what would Jesus do...
Every time I ask him, all I hear is 'I love you'.
Form:
If I were a Mermaid
If I were a Mermaid my name would be Margo and I’d live in the deepest blue sea
I’d swim with the dolphins, make friends with the sharks and hope that they wouldn’t eat me
If I were a Mermaid my tail would be gold and my hair would be crimson red
I’d hold it in place with fishbones I found buried deep in the seabed
If I were a Mermaid I’d go to school in a cavern by the bay
My classmates would be clownfish and squid
The teacher a grumpy stingray
If I were a Mermaid I’d frolic and play with the creatures of the sea
The lobsters and shrimp the whales and the crabs
the eels and shy manatees
If I were a Mermaid I’d spend my days watching ships as they travel afar
I’d spend my nights on warm sandy beaches
Making wishes upon shooting stars
If I were a Mermaid I’d dream of pirates and the treasures that they sought
I’d dream of their ships with their tattered white sails and the battles that they fought
If I were a mermaid I would do all these things in my
Home beneath the sea
But I’m not really a mermaid so I’ll just be content
To be the one and only ME
She’s a pretty little lady
with a polka-dotted dress;
sometimes her mood is yellow
other times, brown or red.
Scientists call her Cleopatra,
of the Coccinellidae race;
Her top wings are elytra
protecting those below their space.
A family member of the Beetles,
no, not the ones who sing their songs;
the insects family of beetles,
is that to which, she belongs.
A gentle friend to farmers,
with whom, children love to play;
and a friend of natural gardeners,
garden’s are where she prefers to stay.
Her favorite meal is aphids,
tiny irritating things;
destroying crops and veggies,
that Mother Nature brings.
She’s a classy little lady,
just lovely to her core;
her mates and her, diurnal,
you’ve met them all before.
We’ve played with them as children
and they crawled around our hands;
though they are cold-blooded,
winter’s harsh for them to withstand.
Like tiny kittens, they all
gather to hibernate, during
Old Man Winter’s raging call;
these creatures so alluring.
8-25-2021
A Brian Strand rime me' Contest Info
Brian Strand
Dana sits alone on the wooden dock
she has fun throwing breadcrumbs
to the hungry and excited ducks;
they rush to catch them in droves
so confident she won't hurt them unlike
the other naughty kids who throw rocks
scattering them through the big park...
and spreading their wings they croak.
Dana, try to keep those menacing boys away,
tell them not to hurt any of these cute ducklings;
they are very gentle and love to swim in small groups...
this blue lake is their home and they deserve to play.
To harm these creatures is like harming babies;
stand up and catch those stones, stop their pain;
in their kingdom they must be free as the others,
sing them your song and they will gladly refrain.
Dana, the more you feed them the more they come;
and racing, they splash water under your dangling feet;
they are your friends now, and this bond builds love...
something that delights even angels whenever you meet.
Written on 5/6/2016
Near the cliff's edge he stood
poised and composed. Wind swept dust
whirling salt mingling thyme,
tickling his half-clogged nose.
Seagulls screeching,
gliding, soaring, diving,
harbingers of electric storms.
A mistral wind blew cold and cruel
black clouds formed low, forbidding.
Lazy lizards scuttled for refuge
Sparrows hid in lowly carobs
Or flew into the stately pines.
The wind spoke suddenly.
Gusts whispering dread.
An urge, a whisper, an invitation
echoing sirens of old:
"Be free, fly, liberate yourself."
Below, the sea in turmoil,
no fishing boats in sight.
No one but he dared face the storm,
the storm he feared
was inside his tattered soul,
a sea of torment.
The birds and creatures of the wild
found a haven, but he had none,
no solutions to the inner storm,
except to dive and join the sirens,
in the perilous seas below.
The day when the lotus bloomed and
My mind deviated,
Alas! I knew it not.
I was feeling very happy that day.
I amazed how could the person
Enters into my heart,
To make it delight with the
Ray of the rising sun.
Realized the great sweetness
Extremely high in life,
I got amazed to think how could the person!
With such glory!
I knew it not, the day the lotus of love bloomed
Silently In the courtyard of my heart.
I was extremely glad to fly with her,
She was the wonderful creatures of
The earth.
And she got became my Dream girl.
The day when the lotus bloomed and
My mind deviated,
I knew it not.