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March's dreariness looms
when no pigeon coons,
it grieves at spring's doorsteps
not willing to pass the baton,
resisting to give in until its frown
vanishes into the brightness of sun rays!
March is wilder than storms,
it can retain its brutality,
even being mean to Nature
which knows how badly it behaves,
letting lose its frightening madness
that viciously destroys wilderness;
how vile is it to withdraw from mindfulness,
continuing the brief journey
into time swifter than a hunted creature!
March has no time for debates,
it wrecks everything in its path...
scattering branches on faded meadows
that await stillness, not chaos;
when icy winds blow hard, it's a threat:
stay inside, grab a pen and write poems!
March is fierce and increases fears,
its awareness of limitations is indisputable;
it chooses viciousness and pretends to be invincible;
March snatches your umbrellas, chuckles, and sneers!
March's dreariness looms for very long,
it can be broken with a cheerful song!
GOODLUCK
Gutless muffled monarch wooed millions to the poll,
Oozing pathetic speech of poverty (I once had no shoes)
On congruent grounds we let him, though we hated his coterie.
Disappointed, we wail, waiting substitute to end the reign of quack
Lacklustre, insipid and a pervading naivety.
Unvaried captain rocks this boat, gagged by plunderers.
Circles of death, twinge, miseries the reign of a drab creek king
Kleptocracy adorning imposition,
EBELE
Embezzlers on rampage, holes bequeathed for pillaging.
Bandits as conniving ministers besmirched obtuse scamp
Egregious craven shrieked at the sound of war “I am not a lion”.
Laggard lumper loon left fanatical murderers at our doorsteps
Encumbrances from delinquent clan divide the love for mother land
DAME
Damp squib's duchess & indecent tongue, devoid of restraint
Audacious domestic appendage ferrying funds
Merriment and intrigue feigned as obligations,
Edgy. encumbrance though ceaselessness forms their amity.
PATIENCE
Punk pretending and purloining to private vaults.
Adventurous nerve for futile globe -trot.
Twitchy at state's affairs though never elected.
Intoxicated by serendipity, shaming all with activity.
Euphemistic drama, Scrappy curiosity with comedy.
National dilemma by decorated buffoons.
Crude verbiages to amuse eggheads “my Fellow widows”
Encomium of approval turned sour “Power” the pipe for thieves.
JONATHAN
Jokers jostled in enthusiasm to rule, (politicking )
Onslaught from 'Boko-Haram' drove sleep from wearied countrymen
Numbed as "hoipolloi echoed NO to mistimed removal,
Alas, the fraud, rapscallion looting Criminals Lords over us
Tyranny cloaked garbs, creek professor without a thesis.
Higgledy-piggledy a travesty called democracy.
Amidst the rubble of a crumbling amalgam,
Nigerian Lords watched the drama secured, while we die helpless
GOODLUCK
Gutless muffled monarch wooed millions to the poll,
Our feeble lord enforced by pathetic speech of poverty (I once had no shoes)
On congruent grounds of pain we forced him, though we hated his coterie.
Disappointed, we wail waiting surrogate to lead to unending journey of relief
Lackluster, jejune as pervading rot lingers
Unvaried captain rocks our boat, gagged around by plunderers.
Circles of death, twinge, pauperdom and miseries mocks the reign of naivety.
Kleptocrat adorn self in regalia, loved the honor. lacks duty
EBELE
Embezzlers of collective trust bequeathed in hope,
Bandits as conniving ministers besmirched our obtuse scamp
Egregious, craven, shrieked at the sound of war (I am not a lion)
Laggard lumper loon left fanatical murderers at our doorsteps
Encumbrances from his delinquent clan divide the love for mother land
DAME
Damp squib's duchess of indecent tongue, never feels a vestige of restraint
Academic 'double misnomer' with licence to libel,
Merriment and intrigue feigned as obligations,
Edgy. encumbrance though ceaselessness forms their amity.
PATIENCE
Punk pretending and purloining to private vaults
Adventurous nerve for futile globe trot
Twitchy at the affairs of state, though Unemployed by sensible Poll
Intoxicated by serendipity, shaming all with activity
Euphemistic drama Usurps Scrappy literacy on cultured observers
Crude verbiages to amuse myriad of eggheads (my Fellow widows)
Encomium of Yesterday's approval turned sour and Tsar inept mode prevails
Jokers jostled in enthusiasm to rule, (politicking for 2015)
Onslaught from 'Boko-Haram' drove sleep from wearied countrymen
Numbed as "hoipolloi" echoed NO to mistimed removal,
Alas, the fraud, rapscallion looted the poor to a blindfold
Tyrannic cloaked his garb in power busted on the streets with the troop
Higgledy-piggledy bugled the travesty of Democracy
Amidst the rubble of a crumbling amalgam
Nigerian Lords watched the drama secured among a troop we die helpless
Raisin just stared at the chaos ahead
A kitten, confused as she sat there in dread
The world has gone mad, all the people have flipped
She glared at a window where blood and gore dripped
Folk wearing specs that have eyeballs on springs
Rubber bats hanging on elastic strings
Teeth that are pointed that vampires call fangs
A sycamore tree where a skeleton hangs
Raisin leapt back as a gremlin passed by
His mother ignoring the stake in her eye
Even our kitten was quite unconvinced
When someone approached with a brain that was minced
Green painted people with bolts through their necks
“Give us a treat or you’ll suffer a hex.”
Bedsheets with lights in and black holes for eyes
Sound effects belting out groans, sighs and cries
Raisin considered how humans survived
When all of this subterfuge is so contrived
Only a dog who might fall for it all
Might sit there and wait for his master to call
Pumpkins on doorsteps with faces carved in
A Skeleton’s arm hanging out of a bin
One man is walking though he should be dead
Because of the arrow stuck right through his head
Raisin rushed in through the cat flap and panted
“The humans have all gone bananas,” she ranted.
“The dominant species on Earth - it is said
Is out there pretending that they are all dead.”
Rum said, “Don’t panic, there’s nothing to fear,
Today is precisely two months till new year.
If Ronald Rat hadn’t said what that might mean
I wouldn’t have known that tonight’s Halloween.”
Raisin eyed Rum with suspicion and said,
“This three months of craziness fills me with dread,
For any time now, once again they will try
To send cardboard rockets up into the sky.
They’ll get tiny bombs and they’ll set them alight
And watch them explode in the chill of the night
It all says to me that they’re all round-the-bend.”
Then Rum said, “That’s not where the ‘crazy’ will end,
“For soon they’ll be wearing white beards and red suits
And walking on rooftops in black welly boots
But they won’t use ladders as you might suppose
But chimneys and reindeer and one big red nose.”
The door opened wide and their human stood there
Holding a fake severed head by its hair
And Rum rolled his eyes as he said with a laugh,
“Which is why dogs have owners, but we cats have staff.”
Innocent young lives abruptly changed
When brutal war arrived at their doorsteps,
Turning makeshift shelters into their abodes
As bombs ruined neighborhoods and roads.
Delicate young souls understood very little
When living became a pile of torn-up rubble
Bearing no likeness to what once was normal
As look of disgust occupied entire existence.
Fear transformed into acceptance of cruelty
As supplies for meek survival became a rarity.
Where innocence once lived anger took hold
When virgin-minds became angry soldiers.
Rescue never came, turning anger into hate
As grief became despair at a very young age.
Without basic care, disease reigned misery
Dissipating young minds into hapless calamity.
If wisdom gains vitality, hope will rise again
And compassion will illuminate world stage.
From ashes of nightmare, can dreams originate
Holding a toy of joy, like children of their age?
February 11, 2018
Placed first in standard contest 165 by Brian Strand
May is my happy month, for she is my birth month
Some people treat themselves with a birthday.
I made the decision to celebrate my birth month
And I do. I buy whatever I want. Packages arrive daily.
Lilac trees, snowball trees, red hot rose bushes,
hot pink geraniums, fiery gold marigolds, things to plant.
Earth therapy is my favorite sport, and May is the perfect time
to plant; my yard is a living park, oozing beauty in all directions
I go through lots of birdseed in May; heavy, so I order it online.
It calls cardinals, blue jays, wrens, sparrows, into the yard
They serenade me with lovely tweets, chirps, peeps, and whees.
They sing their happiness with May daily.
May, when rains finally stop, and sun comes out full force
The amount of vitamin D she puts into the air perks people up.
School ends, and you hear giggles and laughter of children
As they spend their days biking to each other’s homes,
happy to be free.
May starts out fancy with May Day.
A day small town children make May baskets.
Filling them with violets and dandelions, popcorn,
and caramel candies, placed on top of lacy doilies.
Delighting unsuspecting neighbors, left on doorsteps,
as if May faeries have arrived, and they have.
My birthday is the last day of May,
when we celebrate our Veterans in Memorial Day parades.
May is an adventure all to herself,
unique in the amount of joy and
enthusiasm she brings to the calendar.
Delighting and exciting us, May dances and prances pure joy..
There is no other month that can touch her enthusiasm
although June comes close
As June is the wedding month.
Wait. Graduations, dance recitals, and proms are in May.
Three more reasons why May is the Queen of Happiness,
It was summertime in London, And fear gripped the city
as a serial killer was on the loose. His victims of choice were blondes.
and so far the number of victims were nine......
Detective Harry Jackson headed the task force in search of an illusive killer
Though the killer had left a note on each of the victims no forensic evidence was found.
The killer always seemed to be one step ahead of the police. and they were under intense pressure
to capture this killer before he struck again. But the killer struck again, killing a young housewife.
It was at that crime scene that the first significant piece of evidence was found.
This led Detective Jackson right to the doorsteps of the killer, only to find that the killer was a..........
Chilly October has quickly brought in
another spirited, indelible Holloween;
allowing our witty and insane minds
to plan the craziest, wildest things.
Witches, wizards, goblins and ghosts
all join in to give a bone-chilling night;
I put on a custom so dazzlingly white,
to scare anyone who laughs and boasts.
This ghost is never spoken of in any tale,
unknown by name, leaving no easy trail;
the only thing he does well is making sneers,
and send everyone scrambling with screams.
How frightened and pale these kids must really be,
when they cuddle up in their beds and can't sleep,
thinking of those spirits at their doorsteps;
lots of fun and delight at their expense...
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
It's not easy being a cat, you know
They say we have nine lives
But truth be told, like you, we have but one
In my personal life, in my odyssey to the road of being loved
I purred many days and nights on doorsteps until I found the warmest hands
Sleeping 'neath the stars many a night, thinking to myself...
"There must be someone out there"
Someone out there who will shelter me, care for me, and love me
Someone out there that is kind and thoughtful
Someone out there, for Christ sakes- that likes cats!
Well, my quest for finding love had finally come
And trust me, it was well worth the wait
When Ms. C brought me in,
I knew that I had finally found the "Purrfect" home
The unconditional love that she gives to me...
Wags my tail in motions that even I didn't know existed
Now, I look at those same stars at night, thinking to myself...
"It's so nice to be a cat"
I don't know if I will ever have nine lives
But one thing for certain is that I lived two
One very scary and lonely life...
And one very loving and beautiful life
All thanks, to Ms. C
And for her wonderful kindness...
To cats, like me
When freedom spoiled me,
and lovers blinded me
with their false affections,
no wisdom was present in any thought,
although I heard its sound sweeter than a symphony;
friends frowned, taking away their smile...
I refused to grow up by remaining a foolish child.
And I sinned because
I couldn't see the difference
in the good things that made
one wiser and more serene;
perhaps this lesson had to be learned
to separate foolishness from wisdom
to make me understand
that I had to make better choices.
Finally, salvation came
as that morning prayer brought Heaven's hope
to my doorsteps where sunlight never shone;
finally, I acquired the wisdom to choose
a purposeful life based on truth,
and cleanness of soul...
eradicating all traces of sin.
Written by Andrew Crisci
for nette oncloud's contest,
" Serenity Response "
Phrase:
"....and wisdom to know the difference "