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I met a jolly fisherman with hair as white as snow.
Everywhere he sailed his ship, the kids were sure to go.
He came down from the north, after a little nip and tuck.
Smack dab in the middle of his boat was a giant ice cream truck.
While he baited his hook, his elves would stir the cream.
The kids would come down to the beach and everyone would scream.
Could this man be Santa? Boy that would be slick.
How could someone catch a fish with chocolate push up stick?
The elves just kept on working, they seemed to never stop.
Little Billy swam on out for a drumstick and fudge pop.
The king cones all sat ready they were the next in line.
The snow cones didn’t taste that great, but the eclairs tasted fine.
The kids just kept on swimming and ate up every treat.
The sandy beach was all packed down from tiny little feet.
If you ever run out of bait, while fishing on waters blue.
Remember this little story, fish like ice cream too.
A Jolly Fisherman Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Julia Warden
8/21/22
I decided to get a preview of the Thanksgiving leftovers.
Anticipating the humans suffering from day-after-hangovers.
Lucky for me, someone left the frig open a crack.
I slid in there and laid down under the largest full rack.
I started on the pie, it was super delicious of course.
Save some for me yelled a voice; it sounded like a miniature Norse.
stuffing smells delicious, if there is one spice I love it is sage.
I could pig out here forever. I’ve been here an hour, I’d gauge.
The door opened slowly, and I tumbled onto the floor.
The cook in the kitchen was so angry, I got kicked out the door.
I did not care, because in each of my fists was a drumstick so round.
My fat bottom saved me as I landed squarely on November’s ground.
I’ll be back next year! I yelled to my neighbor Mrs. McFur.
She was on the phone to my mother, complaining, I am sure.
I thanked Autumn because I am delusional, I guess
She did not show me any gratitude, she is kind of a mess
The turkey in me was annoyed at my polite tradition of thanking
She did not appreciate it, in fact, made fun of me with pranking
I wished I could take my thank you back but my gobble gook
Did not make Autumn turn around, she is kind of a leftover spook
A wish bone warning in my football-playing head
said to eat my pride and take the thank you back instead
Casserole of leaves lying on the forest floor gave a little laugh
Drumstick dances of the squirrels were prancy at least by half
the oak tree had a carved heart that showed me what to do
Abundance threw herself into the ring, we were a parade of two
1
Sometimes the mind becomes a dragonfly,
brushing against the petals of a water lily,
while a heron stands on one leg, lost in meditation.
2
Over the fence of the jasmine garden,
night-flowering jasmine falls into my courtyard,
softly, drop by drop.
3
A butterfly has slipped into the weaver's room,
and suddenly
the whole place flashes with colour.
4
A city morning. Along the asphalt road,
here and there,
water snails have crawled out of the drains.
5
Beside the cremation ground
where my father and mother were laid to rest,
a periwinkle stands laden with flowers.
6
Upon the face
of a gravestone
rests a red dragonfly.
7
On the fallen trunk
of an uprooted tree,
new leaves gather the morning sun.
8
In the middle of the fields, a shrine to Manasa;
beside the Brahmin priest,
a motorcycle.
9
A Poush night. The northerly wind cuts through.
People in distress light a fire with scraps of wood,
trying to chase away the cold.
10
In the month of Chaitra,
drumstick pods hang from the branches,
like the sticks of a dhak.
Invitation for Food Fight
‘Can you hear?
I am here.
Dear Mary, “Merry Christmas”!
In Deer Park, first we met.
Do you remember?’
'Yes, I remember. You are Mr. Brown.
That day, you looked so handsome in brown suit.’
‘On Christmas, we will enjoy our First Date
with date-plum cake
in shape of ship and taking meat of sheep.
Celebration on Christmas, not in mass,
only for us.
For your sake, to start with milk-shake,
Your favorite drink.
Cheese balls as appetizer, then fantastic fish sizzler, crab froth.
You nay stick on chicken drumstick.
Let prawn cutlet be on the table
Grilled capsicum! She must come.
Sweet Heart! My Honey!
Honey-roasted nut, we can’t cut.
Sweet doughnut of whole wheat with hole at center,
I love much.
I see! Icy dark chocolate!
We must eat. It is delicious.
From same glass, using two straws to drink straw- berry juice.
‘ll relish cream of love with butter scotch ice cream.
We two too will sip red wine
and won’t mind on champagne-raid.
A night for Her and Him singing hymn for food fight.
In dim candle light,’ll deem on dream of unison.
12/2/17
Love ensures splendid goal
Love always purifies our soul
Soul is inviolate
Soul perfumes best
Best friends join your race
Best practice is seed of success
Success brings pleasure
Success we need ever
Ever you smile best for me
Ever my heart jump with glee
Glee I harvest from your lips
Glee, that makes me fine & fit
Fit me within your eyes
Fit to scan all lies
Lie is ever white
Lie always invites dark night
Night is for dreaming at rest
Night I ever erase from your heart
Heart I select for me
Heart, that works as my key
Key to success, we need
Key should lock our greed
Greed invites failure
Greed, we should kill before it enters
Enter me with soft silky covet
Enter to sanctify our nest
Nest that I build for you
Nest i.e beautiful like spring's hue
Hue you ever housed in your thought
Hue, that I always ready to paint
Paint with your lips freezing my cheeks with palm
Paint me, fixing tight with your arm
Arm you need to ensure your safety
Arm that I have, never compromise duty
Duty is god, you know very well
Duty, if we neglect, it will ring our bell
Bell always rings before tongue slipping
Bell we need to strengthen our coupling
Coupling you made so tight & strong
Coupling that ever smiles for a long
Long long ago, I dreamed for a queen
Long live our love, transparent like rain
Rain like tear I hate ever
Rain in winter we need never
Never choose drumstick tree to fix our dangle
Never try to frail our well bonded couple
Couple always sleep within heavenly lap
Couple that we made to add success in our cap
Cap my head with your chilled ice palm
Lap me please.... after forming a single soul within four arms.
DIMASH THE SHEPHERD
(Story of One Sky Conclusion)
I am
Shepherd
Cloaking myself
In God’s soft simplicity
My tasks complete
Songs sung
Light shone
Souls ignited
Each day seven wheels
Revolved their full degrees
Now the Awakening
know that Love is the Strike
of Light on the sleep
of a hundred thousand
years of wrenching knots
I return to You
to dissolve again
in your gentle
Ecstasy of knowing
Yourself as Voice
Each of Your atoms
in a chant or falsetto
resonated in freedom’s
True radiant White
How you ached to know
if You could go further
than planets not yet discovered
You did through each of my
Harmonic breathes
Now I’m done to
cuddle frolicking lambs
and hold my staff
as heaven’s drumstick
It will beat the
silent space between
Resonating genes
You are well pleased
Our art of evolution
continues to vibrate
in every fingertip
each sea-sponge and
Sand grain
Refreshed I will descend
then ascend again
as You instruct
to expose muted layers
My F-sharps alchemising
wolves with nightingales
I bow to You
As I hood !
©ghairodaniels2022
Asleep before the head hits the pillow
Head filled with vivid colors swirling, amassing, mixing outside the lines
Transgressions grow skyward like a bean stalk becoming a giant
Worries wander aimlessly like a cat in the night looking for a spoon
Hurts pound again, and again, first a drumstick then a sledge hammer
The kaleidoscope of confusion rotates ever faster, bed spins counter
Places cannot be escaped
Faces stare as if clothes have been robbed
Running, Flying, Drowning, Suffocating, Garbling Words, Can’t Breath,
Slow Motion, Falling, Insatiable Hunger, Unquenchable Thirst, Blood Stained, Shouting
Loaded Down, Frantically Searching Pockets, Hidden Underneath, Forgotten
Fear. All fears. Nothing but fear. Afraid. Regret. Worry. I didn’t. I really did!
Each day we pack our pockets. Cram our purses. Load our backpacks
Hang needless objects and things around our necks, over our shoulders, in the crux of our elbows, on our belts
Grip suitcases. Carry stuffed plastic grocery bags on each knuckle. Waddling to the side of the bed before crashing head on
Unknowingly still pinching the key between our left thumb and pointer finger
Hitting the bed with a massive crash
every part of the day strewn around the room like a devastating mid air explosion of a 747 littering debris, miles and miles of destruction, charred remnants, unidentifiable and randomly placed objects, out of place, disfigured, often never found
Before your head hits the pillow
Drop the things you picked up today
Take a load off
Free yourself of your burdens
Neatly set everything aside
On second thought, just pile it and let it lay where it falls
Drop your yoke
Sit down on the foot of the bed with God
Hand Him the things you still cling within sweating red fists
Briefly Examen your day
Fall asleep on His shoulder
He will gently lay your head on the pillow, loft your feet off the floor, and tuck you in.
Let Him carry your burdens, lighten your load, unpack, empty your pockets, wash your laundry, even sort and match the socks.
Travel to sleep lightly and peacefully dreaming of a new day
carrying nothing but what is truly needed.
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B l e s s i n g s a i d
A M E N
A slice of turkey and some yams
One deviled egg, soft baked ham
Butterbeans, potato salad, some dres-
ssing, maybe a pickle, one roll the best
A meal for a king, a prince and guest
A spoon of this a round drumstick
Taste of that just a bite__Yum!
Yum!
I know doesn't look much like a turkey on the platter. LOL..
Another update!! Phyllis had to take Karter to the doctor yesterday with right side abdominal pain. He has appendicitis and is to go to surgery, well probably there now at 7:03 A.M. 11/23/2022. He spent the night in the hospital. Keep us in your prayers. Especially Karter. UPDATE: Karter made it home on Wednesday. We went to see him on Thanksgiving Day. He is sore and having a little pain on movement, cough or laugh. A month of not being able to do anything will be hard but he is looking forward to the month's end and Christmas with some new toys.
I would like to tell you about a stick,
That I inscribed with my name Robert.
I used this stick in many places,
Starting by conducting an imaginary concert.
The next day it became a magical wand,
And for a moment, a bad fly swatter.
After that a fishing pole,
That brought in fish from the water.
I used it to create a bridge for an ant,
And then as a lonely beating drumstick.
An itch, it took away from my back,
And then it brushed off a tick!
It became a fetching toy for my dog,
And a boomerang into the wind.
Secretly, I used it to stir the soup,
Oh, with dog slobber, it was a sin!
I held it up as a funny mustache,
Then it was a comb for my hair,
I tried to use it as a fan,
But instead it blocked the sun's beaming glare.
I was creative and drilled some holes,
And played it as a musical flute.
I'm lucky to have such a stick,
Cause I used it to fend off a newt!
Last I used it as a baton,
As I threw it way up into the air.
Cause it was caught by a bird,
Who took it away, oh what a dare!
2018