Long Cricket Poems
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Silence reigns upon the earth as
Sunset bids farewell to the day.
Daily chores completed , tired feet upon footstools lay
Little ones tucked into beds after a day of play.
Silence reigns upon the earth
where noise before was heard
a gentle breeze soothe troubled minds
with whispers soft and sweet, heard only by those at
the point where two worlds meet.
Silence reigns upon the earth
except for nocturnal sounds
of cricket cries amid the dance of candle flies
that illuminate the night.
Dogs howl, no longer bark,
as moonlight spreads her light
sending trees into shadowy flight.
Silence reigns upon the earth
as man settles down to sleep
to dream ,and whistle through drooping lips
as deeper into slumber he slips.
Some Days The Air Is Thick With It
By
Ingrid Showalter Swift
Some days…The air is thick with it
I open the door and know something is coming
The world is transformed… quivering
The air swirls and shimmers
as if caught up in
God’s Gossamer hung fingertips
The cricket and locust’s song drifts
in and out
as if they were hammocking
in fairy filled seed pods
The branches above
hang low with light-struck dew
and damp sun dipped green
Time floats and bends
The smells of fresh cut grass and Eden air
rush around me
The stars shine unseen with knowing abandon
You are with me… around me… in me
I hear you… feel you… taste you
and know what it is you want to say
other days
I feel completely alone… but knowing better
I hang on.
If, into my future, I get a sudden chance to peep
I'd choose my ninety-fourth birthday hoping am still alive;
My mother left us at that ripe age while still in good health,
not live long, but I'd be happy to witness the scene live;
It is not my desire to be a freaky immortal;
From ninety-four, it's Test Cricket, just singles with my bat;
I wish to see what things would be on that momentous day
And to score a grand century is what I'm aiming at;
I need to be ethereally there cutting the cake
With my wife, those who matter, egging me for an encore;
All of us encouraging and back-patting each other
It's what I want to see in future, and what years I score;
My ninety-fourth birthday event is what I want to see,
But I also know that life is cruel and a known tease;
We can never know when and where our breath will be snuffed out
When we shall dance, sing and when our life will come to a cease.
To all the frontline workers, if u ever feel tired just wake up
early in the morning, wander into a garden ,when everyone still in bed retired
You lie down on your back and put your hands under your neck
look up in the sky, and there you will see a bright white star shining up high
that star is you ,stars don't shine if darkness does not come through
Now slowly close your beautiful eyes and feels the breeze go by
collect the calmness and search for your lost happiness.
Open your hair and let them be touched by the gentle air
your head will feel light, even on tiring and sleepless nights
Take a deep breathe and trust your expertise
some loved ones are lost some are safe, but promise me you will leave no effort left even in the worst case.
Enjoy the quintessential stridulations of a cricket, and let go the words of the critic,
people who share with u grievance, will be the ones to pass on your story of perseverance.
Set a goal short and comprise, let your life glamourize
now slowly open your eyes with the morning sunrise.
You will feel the optimism and energy
to the start a day that will not be ordinary.
No need to panic, i know
you will make it past, the worst days of the pandemic.
It's fine if you feel low and mourn
but remember there awaits your bourn
get up now it's time to" REBORN"
I stood at the gate and heard their screaming as I walked up the drive
children left to yell the proverbial hell, adult torment and live's
yet how do you make life better how do you make life fun
the dreams lie within you it's games you need to play
Timmy walked around the house with a hammer hitting the fridge
I asked "why why do you give him the hammer" "because he likes it"
With dispair can't you see the danger other children's heads
just because the child like's it dosen't mean it's right
I would play with my son threaten to put him into the bath
threaten to put him into the wardrob laughter became the game
I would not give him a hammer just because he liked it
I gave him a cricket bat and taught him to hit the ball
I gave him lessons and taught him to catch the ball
I read to him and taught him to read
I allowed him to to try different clubs like wrestling and scouts
and with it all I joked and played teaching him to enjoy
It's not so hard to enjoy bringing up kid's
all you need to learn is be an adult set the rules
and teach then to find the joy of life.
The Snow Camelia hedge row is in full bloom. Lovely white as newly fallen snow against waxy dark emerald green. The sun broke the horizon in a pastel pink but very swiftly turned to a clear horizon. The area where the sun ball rises is a golden glow. Thank you God for a chance to live another day and another Thanksgiving. Now surrounded by sounds_crows, roosters, and a bird sound that is just chir-rup really mimics a cricket but not. The cold is penetrating saying go inside escape the cold go to a warm place. Once again God thanks for a warm place to go and its comfort. The ambrosia needs to be made, getting breakfast, and four people need to get ready. The sun is touching the top of the trees and duty calls come..
I've traveled this celestial ball visiting many places of beauty and renown.
My world travels are over, but there is many an American city and town,
That I really pine to visit before I cease to function and cash in my chips.
I reckon you could say these places are on my bucket list for country trips!
On my grand tour I will visit Tick Bite and Lizard Lick, North Carolina.
While in the area I'll see Shoofly and also Spider Web, South Carolina.
On the way to Texas I'll visit Turkey Scratch and Toad Suck, Arkansas.
In the Lone Star State I'll drop by Buffalo Mop, Cut and Shoot and Hee Haw.
I'll visit Bean Blossom when I swing through Indiana, the Hoosier State.
In Ohio I want to visit Spunky Puddle and Knockemstiff on the same date.
Just a short drive south, I don't want to miss Monkey's Eyebrow, Kentucky.
Hopefully, I can travel to Monks Misery, Maryland the same day, if I'm lucky.
Since I'll be in the vicinity, its a short drive up to Pennsylvania to Intercourse.
Then on to Cricket Corner, Vermont and Hell Hollow, New Hampshire, of course.
Heading west through Colorado I want to see Punkin Center and Cripple Creek.
I'll take a side trip to Bug Tussle, Oklahoma, for more excitement to seek!
While in Washington I'll take the opportunity to visit the town of Opportunity.
And down in Oregon I'll make a special effort to visit Scappoose and Sublimity.
Lord willing, I hope and pray that there will be nothing my tour to forestall,
Then I can truly pass in peace and say that I have seen and done it all!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
NOTE: This is a fictional write written with considerable tongue in cheek. It is not be taken seriously. A lot of the stuff I write is written for the pure fun of it but a lot of comments I receive think I'm dead serious! The names of the places are real, however, and I wrote it purely for entertainment! Enjoy.
Ten Poems
1 Autumn Royal
Energy of life and brilliance of colors
2 Moon Harvest
Farmers’ song in splendor of moonlight cricket sounds
3 Monarch Butterfly
Elegant fragility and fearlessness of the monarch of the sky
4 Mismatch
Complexity of human psyche in smiling while crying
5 Midnight Sun
Journey of scorned heart to rebirth of love
6 You
A song of gratitude to love
7 Wake up and Sing
Sadness of fading youth with promise of rebirth
8 Change
The end is the beginning: Be surprised
9 Carnation and Roses
Maturity of love embracing thorn with rose of love
10 Garden hose
Funny poem for cats’ lovers
Third Place: Line Gauthier-10 Poems-5/24/20
Quote: “It is difficult to say what is impossible, for the dream of yesterday is the hope of today and the reality of tomorrow.” -- Robert H. Goddard
Oh, yesterday, the tales we're told,
In our youth's stories, pure and bold,
With friends close by, we danced and swayed,
In the innocence of yesterday.
Sibling interactions, mischief and fun,
A shared journey under the same sun,
Through laughter and fights, love would grow,
A bond that only siblings truly know.
Mother's love, a guiding light so pure,
Her warmth and care, forever endure,
Father's strength, a pillar standing tall,
Their love surrounding us through it all.
School teachers, mentors with hearts of gold,
Their knowledge and guidance, a story untold,
Nurturing minds, igniting a flame,
In the pursuit of knowledge, they proclaim.
Football and cricket, games we'd play,
The rituals we'd follow, every day,
From the team huddles to victory cheers,
United in passion, erasing all fears.
In the glimpses of the past, reflections appear,
A happy life, a nest we built, so dear,
But now it stands empty, lovebird flown away,
I dwell in the past, searching for love gone astray.
In the depths of my heart, I seek solace and peace,
But the pain of lost love refuses to cease,
Night falls upon me, exes in sight,
Trying to lure my love with no hope in sight.
With a heavy heart, I realize the truth,
Dwelling in the past brings more pain to soothe,
So I bid farewell to the memories that bind,
And embrace the present, leaving the past behind.
A town knows well its children, so busy midst the spin
To grant them lively comfort, with its never-ending din
A jungle of cement and steel that never stops to gasp
Pulsing with their fiery dreams so tight within its clasp
Mean streets to teach of wisdom so vital to this world
A window with realities thru which they're often hurled
This wealth of opportunities is offered them, although
Many wonders still remain, that they may never know
No peak on the horizon to bespeak the blush of morn
No peepers in the evening air, as spring is gently born
No moaning of the evergreens to whisper to the wind
No softly-silent snowfall as winter's moon has grinned
No perfect pastel break-of-day upon a meadow's dew
And not a single cricket song to say goodnight to you
Town children love the bustle, the neon glow and cars
Yet deep I cede them pity for they are short the stars
But kids are kids, incredibly, with so much love to give
Each one a miracle, unique, no matter where they live.
Written and submitted on October 5, 2019
For the "Town Children" Poetry Contest
Julia Ward, Sponsor.