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Through the Dark Woods crooked pathways
Out beyond the crooked mile
Lived a Tinker who tended the crooked river dam
And He wore a crooked smile
He tinked til the wee hours of morning
Upon finest jewels of luster sheen
He tinked gold for crowns and bracelets
To be placed upon the Queen
Each day at noon he shut the rivers gates
To protect the palace in the valley low
Though he was a Master Tinker
He also cared for ebb and flow
He was paid a meager tuppence
For the many laborious hours he spent
He kept it in an old biscuit box
And never spent one cent
One day the Queen sent a messenger
A new tinker she had found
His services were hereby cancelled
His severence less than half a pound
A tinker's tear had fallen
From off his crooked brow
Left suddenly with a jobless future
There was only one action left for him now
Noon came upon the mountain
With the dam bursting at the seams
He opened every river gate
Creating raging torrents out of streams
He gazed down upon the valley
Where a Queen's palace once did stand
And thought, You can mess with this crooked tinker
Just don't mess with a tinker's dam
clusters tend to blind the eyes
overwhelm and hypnotise
I appreciate how that occurs
temporarily reality blurs
daisies fade and daisies wilt
though Earth remains on its same tilt
constant vase sometimes contains bliss
I'm temporal and aware of this
I watch as time demonstrates this fate
there is no sense asking time to wait
nor comfort in letting time past conflate
with our present or future state
each burst of joy that bloomed in view
was gift in moment and threat in lieu
yet yin and yang cannot accrue
and balance is the resting hue
I'm temporal in the schemes and storms
constants are not truthful forms
though Earth remains it can't contain
daisies if there are no rains
temporarily we pause or rush
I appreciate calm in the hush
overwhelm there taught to rest
clusters tended will manifest
The dam has broken, fear has poured gushing
Oh! Great Physician ruler of the angels
Send the mighty healing army flying
On strong wings of love, comfort counsels
Open the Word and the Spirit speak plain
Don't go around and round the mountain high
Move forward child to another level attain
On the wings of those angels now fly
On the journey may you always find another
To share a light on the worn path of life
A person who stays in step with you and sings
This your life may it be one of wealth and no strife
Protected by the angel of mercy__love
May your journey be seasoned from above
The long dark months of winter soon give way
to signs of life renewed again in spring.
Migrating from the south to come and play,
the songbirds have returned: a cause to sing.
The days grow ever longer, draw us out;
the snows recede, uncovering the earth.
The landscape greens as shoots begin to sprout:
a joyful time of freedom and new birth.
The flowers beckon; likewise do the trees.
we hunker down instead in fitful throes.
The pollen blooms into the grandest sneeze;
oh Lord, why did You thus create our nose?
And now I must bid you a fond adieu
before I launch my germs again… atchoo!
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for the Spring Is Not All Poetry Contest
sponsored by Michelle Faulkner
written on 02/07/23
Another crack is in the concrete
More seepage from the Dam
How many will be in the way
When the whole thing crashes in
So many with an opinion
On things they do not know
With no one who is willing
To take the time to plug the hole
Do we not see the flood of ignorance
Bursting at the seams
I believe this time the sky falling
Whether or not the chicken screams
Blind in our understanding
Destruction will clear the path
The Dam is clearly bursting
Is it too late to hold it back
What we need as a people
Is the wisdom to come together
To help stop the Dams destruction
Instead of blaming its construction on each other
''Mighty: 'Mira, have you seen the dam's reservoir level rise?''
Its water spills over, a dangerous disguise
Mira: ''Yes, I have, my friend. It is a terrible sight
The flood brings a destructive might".
Mighty: ''The Engineers, they say it is all for good.
To generate power, for the people's hood.
But what about the homes and lands below?
The waters rage, will they ever know?''
Mira: ''The dam stands tall between us two.
A symbol of man's power, but also their woo.
Nature's force, cannot withstand.
The flood's fury will sweep through this land''.
Mighty: ''Oh! Mira, I fear for those downstream.
Their safety and homes seem like a terrible dream.
The water's rise knows no bounds.
Its power is immense, it knows no grounds."
Mira: '' But still, we stand strong, like guardians of old.
Witnesses to man's might, and to nature's hold.
And though the flood may come, with all its might.
We'll stand here forever, throughout day and night".
So let the flood rage on, with all its might
For man and nature, will surely fight
And though the dam may falter, and the water may spill.
Our strength will stand steadfast still.
True Story
Today was Doctor's visit
No 3
You see my Mum now struggles walking
Where as 6 month's ago she walked
more than me like she was 23
And 3 visits later seen by 3 different
Doctor's
Where are we at now ?
She resembles her actual age of 70
rather than her old sprightly 23
She still work's a 5 day week
6am till 4pm Monday to Friday
And yes she wants to carry on
but unfortunately without medical
help the game is up
But after 3 visits with 3 different Doctor's she is no better off
Confined to a walking stick and
good Samaritans who help
a temporary solution at best with
2 week's off with a Doctor's note
Leaving armed with the knowledge
nothing fixed the problem still persists
Her employment sanity and independence at stake
And after appointment and Doctor
No 3
Not a single pill hope nor resolution
to hang on 2
Might as well just have taken 2
Paracetamol as a Placebo
Must be scary at 70 year's old
when you ask but receive no help
Because what is the alternative
When there is no where left to turn next
The day the dam finally cracked.
It sounded like a loud boom followed by several snaps.
In the distance, a warning siren.
Then there was a hurricane-like sound of water crashing through metal pipes.
I was home, unbothered when it happened, taking a long-needed nap.
This did not surprise me; after years of warnings that fell on deaf ears, harsh remarks, and side-eye glances.
Myself and the 300 did our best, but grew tired of cleaning up others' messes.
Patching daily holes, coming up with ways to make this dam stronger for the next generation.
Of course, it did not last, with many throwing stones and other sharp objects.
Breaking the mold.
Hate and violence — it simply could not hold.
So as the waters rushed into my home,
I simply let it take me under, closed my eyes for one last time.
Inwardly, I thanked the Lord with a smile.
A war raged on twixt north and south
while dimpled smiles raised her fine mouth,
simplicity seduced.
He wanted her, he loved her grace
but of her mind,well, there's no trace,
he catered and abused.
Although they'd breed her tall and fine
fed her on dates and cherry wines,
she was simply useless.
They'd made of her just what they wished
a receptacle, a tasty dish,
faults; they would address.
Then one foul day he showed his core
that gallant man was no mentor
unskilled in all but amour
He left her there by the balustrade
"I don't give a damn" is what he said.
Your charms I now abhor.
So as you see the North has won
don't let southern parts get you undone
mind your business
Leave him first that handsome bore
kick his **** out the kitchen door
he was simply useless.
i've never let the river within me flow so freely,
flow so rapid, so relentless, breaking the dams the otters built.
i love otters, they're resilient; they don't give up when their twigs snap,
this time, the otters were swept away by the current
it's only up to the otter-
if they want to return.
the otters will never be able to forget the sweeping of the ocean,
they must accept that it happened, and and find it's way back to it's waters.
the ocean never wished for the otter to be swept,
the ocean loves the gentle paddle of the otter within itself.
without the otter paddling, the water lies still.
it was never the oceans intention to become so strong,
that the otter had no chance, but to be pulled beneath the current.
if the world were kinder,
if the ocean were as gentle as it longed to be,
the otter would swim until the ocean dried up,
and the otter became bone.
there are other oceans,
there are other otters,
but the otter and ocean mutually agree,
the otter's dam no longer belongs.