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Mama warthog decided it was time,
To take her two piglets for a walk,
She wanted to take them up a steep climb
For it would make them strong, but first had a talk
With her young ones, about many a predator
Out there, who were always on the hunt,
They listened to Mom did Lester and Hector,
So off they went, Mama led from the front.
This was their first time on a grown up’s walk,
They tarried a bit playing hide and seek
On the way, Mama scolded them, see that hawk,
She explained, his talons are long, his beak,
Sharp and he will swoop down and grab
You both with a fearsome might
Relishing and gorging himself outright.
Oh my gosh, oh dearie me,
Think how sad Dad and I would be,
Warthogs having an excellent, keen sense of smell,
Putting Mama on the alert,
As her piglets were playing,
And having fun frolicking and exploring
In the dense African bush, its voice
Whispering, what a delicious meal for lions on
The prowl, Mama knew so well, if the lions could
Steal them from her, they would
Devour every morsel and leave their bones
To the vultures.
Uneasy, she collected her youngsters,
And began their return trip home, showing them
How to forage for bulbs to eat, by digging
With their tusks whilst on their elbows.
Amusingly when they were running home all three
Tails stuck straight up like radio antenna.
Well, this little warthog family got home safely,
The piglets had their first lessons in the wild,
No predators thankfully crossed their path
This day!
Elizabeth Barrett Browning wrote, and I quote:
"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways."
And then she proceeded to list as many as she could in fourteen lines,
Telling her husband, Robert, and us, in the process,
Just how deeply and fervently she loved him.
But I would pose this query to Mrs. B., "Liz, dearie,
Does being able to list all the reasons you love a person
Enable you to love that person more, or better, or differently?"
In my view, I see no need for yard-long lists of words
Declaring love steadfast and true.
No need for lists, or sonnets, even,
When just three simple words will do.
As a love king,
You, my sweety I bring,
Praise songs for us to sing,
Trust me that I can't be wrong,
Just bring your true love along,
To jig the beats of my gong,
That makes you strong,
To fly with wing.
But I will not run,.
Till your trust I've won
Come rain and come sun,
I will stay strong on my feet,
The love you bring is too sweet,
And your emotions cannot cheat,
I eagerly await your loving treat,
Which will be a life long fun,
the best no one can shun,
On knees till done.
Where I knelt,
True love was kept,
There your love I smelt,
It makes my heart cloudy,
As if my love was there to cry.
And with care you said howdy.
A greeting to the morn' sky,
Making hearts to melt.
The spirit in it I felt.
After then I slept,
About you I dreamt,
What I saw wasn't rowdy.
But enough to make me fly,
Tho' looked just rowdydowdy,
To say I love you, I feel shy,
Yet in me your soul dwelt;
The way love is spelt.
Off I was swept.
My fate I accept
Without any safety belt.
But still my emotions crept,
All my lusts, I just have to bury,
In order not to look this shoddy,
And to avoid the morning fury.
That may harm my body.
But still no fault.
Long I've wept,
So grope more indepth.
I am waiting ready to marry,
My love there for you to embody,
It's just begging for you to carry,
So just shun that busybody.
Come! Let's just merry,
My only dearie!
Lickety-split, I sit up and look at the clickety clock,
oh my gosh, why am I lollygagging in this cozy bed;
I am going to be so late for dance class, I better skedaddle,
so I canoodle my cats (hugs and kiss that is);
and like a flash I am out of bed!
Oh dear, what a rigmarole of unnecessary complexity,
I run to the kitchen and open a tin of, oh so stinky fish;
for the fur balls, (no accounting for taste,) my tummy rumbles,
I dress in my pink dance pants, brush my teeth;
I look in the mirror, holy macaroni!
I was going to wash the mop last night but didn't,
oh well, the flat iron turns me into a Cleopatra star;
then, I look outside, snow, lots of snow, blast I need boots,
oh yes under the bed where I flung them;
what a stupid kerfuffle!
Walking to dance, a bus sprays with me with slush,
darn nincompoop, I am thinking to myself and then;
a loud honk, and a car roars pass me, I almost have a stroke,
I finally make it and the receptionist says- cancelled,
cancelled, oh la-di-la, that's great!
I am walking back home when I step into a deep puddle,
and my feet are now soaking wet, I am just exhausted;
I will crawl back into my bed for a snoozle I say to me self,
but I am waylaid by my old fuddy-duddy neighbor;
dearie,(she whips out a grocery list)!
You know, I cannot walk in the snow, meantime her cat,
a fat Persian rubs my legs and I have fur from knees down;
but what can a girlie do, I turn around and hocus-pocus its done,
finally, I am standing in my bedroom all tatterdemalion,
like a child in rags, I feel like weeping!
And then I notice the collywobbles in my tummy,
like butterflies swirling, and then a great rumbling;
oh, damnation, I need something to eat, so I gongoozle,
stare that is, into the refrigerator, close the door, slam;
and grab a handful of cockamamie cookies!
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January 26, 2017
Poetry/Narrative/Lickety-Split
Copyright Protected, ID 17-8691-18-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest , Any Poem Written in January 2017
Sponsor, Laura Loo
First Place
Alone, I fled from the city that night-
escaping problems that kept me awake-
to a lodge by the seashore- where an old
eerie boardwalk creaks near the white sand beach.
To unwind the stress that city life caused,
I settled in peace with something to drink.
The label, I hide on the wine bottle-
denying this habit I need to break.
Sabbatical dreams after quarantine-
woke me in the morning- with such a fright!
I dreamt a black cat attacked me in bed-
and I screamed as witches flew through the air.
Blood on my blanket, black fur strewed about-
enormous green witch eyes glaring at me!
"Calm down now- our dearie, it's not a dream!"
They told me of the psycho cat's demise!
Horns honking and sirens woke me for sure-
a normal weekday with clear skies and sun,
in this city, my home- glad to be here!
My scary night- just a dream in a dream!
September 15, 2020
Contest: Collaborate With Me
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
Rules: Need to incorporate lines shown
in bold- supplied by the sponsor.
Each line must be 10 syllables.
Should I wear myself off in tears?
Should I get myself lost with beer?
Should I dare consult the seers
for the loss of a comely dear?
Can I live onwards with this fear
that your voice I may no longer hear?
Will our friendship be just mere
now that you're no longer near?
My tears flow because it cannot stand
when death gives a blow with its icy hand.
Moments with you is now a deserted land,
much more like a desert without sand.
It’s not possible to buy life with money.
It’s incredible you left earlier for this lonely journey.
It’s a blow and a surprise to me and the many
that death does not respect even the canny.
How I wish you had stayed with me longer
at least for a little while;
then we can share more moments together
as I enjoy more of your smile.
My lovely dearie, rest in peace.
Rest in peace in the bosom of Father Abraham.
My prayer is that you be kept in a place;
a place safe and devoid of every harm.
Heat conjured the atmosphere, conception began
Upsurge in pressures stirs water, birthing Nature’s Giants
Roaring sound with mixed helicopter-lion, ranting on the ocean
Ready to visit nearby lands, better prepare, don’t run!
Immersion is so strong, horrifying wind at 120 to 200 mphour
Can’t be controlled, God keep us safe if we stick to prayers
Apart not of our life, visitors of our nation several times a year
Nearest to coastal areas are more on danger and at risk.
Embrace reality, brace their atrocity but trust our Father Almighty
Safety is also yours on evacuation, don’t postpone my Dearie!
Sept.12, 2017 6.03am
Third Place
Contest: Hurricanes
Judged:9/12/2017
Sponsor: Poet Julie Rodeheaver
My only dearie!
In you, I live my world so sweet.
Even the mirrors can't hide your beauty,
In my heart your love grows like planted seeds.
Happiness is what is seen in your mirror.
Even if your love keeps making my eyes shy,
I can never again decline.
Your love will just be my sole attraction.
To your heart I plead, be in my kingdom,
My heart has a space for your reign.
Each of the ten lines was from my following ten poems, with lines where each of them was originally written in brackets:
Line 1: 'Your vase filled my vase with love' (Line 52)
Line 2: 'Even a bit of you attracts' (Line 13)
Line 3: 'Allow wines to jailbreak' (Line 7)
Line 4: 'I am thankful for your care' (Line 8)
Line 5: 'Beauty perches on your face' (Line 11)
Line 6: 'Only your love I chose' (Line 10)
Line 7: 'I can never again decline' (Line 13)
Line 8: 'My kiss whispers love on your lips' (line7)
Line 9: 'The voice of love (Line 6)
Line 10: 'Even a bit of you attracts' (Line 19)
I had first seen Kate in the heather on the hill;
killin' time, waitin’ for my dearie, my Colleen,
knowing full well which of the two can fill my bill.
But plans change, I think I’ll go home with Bonnie Jean.
Killin' time, waitin’ for my dearie, my Colleen,
being in love’s contagious when love’s in the air;
but plans change, I think I’ll go home with Bonnie Jean.
Hours wasted, sitting down in MacConnachy Square.
Being in love’s contagious when love’s in the air.
I’ll show you, Colleen, all this wait doesn’t rate.
Hours wasted, sitting down in MacConnachy Square,
from this day on, no more watching vendors sell bait.
I’ll show you, Colleen, all this wait doesn’t rate;
the chase is no fun when your darling will not fly.
From this day on, no more watching vendors sell bait.
I’m thinking Jean’s the one; there but for you go I.
The chase is no fun when your darling will not fly.
Wondering who’s the love of my life, my sweet bride,
I’m thinking Jean’s the one; there but for you go I.
I'd met Bonnie Jean right after my father died.
Wondering who’s the love of my life, my sweet bride?
It’s almost like being in love, I hear dad’s voice.
I'd met Bonnie Jean right after my father died.
Come to me, bend to me, help me make the right choice.
It’s almost like being in love, I hear dad’s voice
after the party on my mother’s wedding day.
Come to me, bend to me, help me make the right choice.
An interrupt, Jeannie’s packing up, what to say?
After the party on my mother’s wedding day,
knowing full well which of the two can fill my bill.
An interrupt, Jeannie’s packing up, what to say?
I had first seen Kate in the heather on the hill.
written April 24, 2018
contest: Music Pantoum
host: Silent One
This pantoum contains these 12 titles from Lerner and Lowe’s musical, Brigadoon (1947)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brigadoon
The Heather on the Hill
Waitin' for My Dearie
I'll Go Home with Bonnie Jean
Down in MacConnachy Square
From This Day On
The Chase
The Love of My Life
There But For You Go I
Almost Like Being in Love
My Mother's Wedding Day
Come to Me, Bend to Me
Jeannie's Packing Up
Everything comes with a price dearie, he always said
He has many enemies, too many to count in your head
His powers have consumed him, there's no turning back now
He has made terrible choices, ones that can't be rebound
He says it is to protect his son,
But really, he likes the power and has a lot of fun
He has lost his mind over time
And likes to spin gold from hay to pass the time
Rumple is a terrible creature, a crocodile was his new name
His greatest enemy, Killian Jones has given him this name
For many years he has craved to skin himself a crocodile
This crocodile has ruined Jones' life and took his hand of with his wife
Now Jones has a nickname of his own
It's Captain Hook now, not Killian Jones
Rumpelstiltskin has made many mistakes
But there is still someone who believes he could change
Belle, a sweet bookworm, always sees the man behind the beast
She believes he can change and become the man he never got to be