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I sat still in the moment's silence,
Listening to the songs of the birds—
A melody of varied frequencies,
A harmony is born from nature's gifts.
I gazed at the radiant sky,
I watched the clouds,
Artwork of a perfect Craftsman.
They stretch, move, and disperse in space,
All in a time set and approved by their Creator.
I turned to look at a bird on a wire,
Unafraid of its rhythmic movement,
it preened its feathers.
It later took off,
basking in the warmth of the friendly sky.
I observed the trees,
Dancing to the orchestra of the wind.
Their exuberant foliage is a blessing of spring;
Their healthy boughs are a result of a generous intake.
I wondered how soon they would be gone—
Our dominance and insatiable craving for aesthetics have encroached on their survival.
I reflected on how my mother tended her garden.
I thought about how she made sure we had trees planted in our yard,
How she told us stories about the forest and its mysteries,
How her face glowed when her garden thrived and bloomed.
I pondered how I found myself walking her path.
Suddenly, I was jolted out of my reverie—
It was a call from my mother.
She talked about how her purple flowers had finally turned the corner.
I smiled at the excitement in her voice.
Her love for nature has allowed her to age gracefully;
I believe she has made the wisest choice.
May 3, 2025.
Poet of Perkiomen Valley
discovered aforementioned titled poem
about thirty months ago he wrote
impossible mission critters to smote
chronic issue yours truly does note
years later meaning today
April 19th, 2022
necessitated we allow, enable
and provide welcome to exterminator
actually management did hote
(obsolete) To command; to enjoin
hazard upon body, mind and spirit,
thus ridding apartment b44
visited by said swarming insects,
his expertise sought to mitigate
courtesy applying insecticide.
Insects created dark shadows
analogous brought outer limits
of twilight zone
resembling edge of night
in truth our one bedroom apartment
at that earlier date
affected, encroached, and outsmarted
by massive infestation of
Drosophila melanogaster light
weight winged worst
pests to eradicate
(scientific name regarding
winged flitting nuisance ignite
mentioned in title) besieged,
inundated, and thickly swarm.
dost primp and pretty
fie themselves (to
attract a witty
mate) during their
40 to 50 days city,
or suburban life
cycle long enough
to qualify for this
quickly written ditty
seemingly overnight
a bajillion biz zee
buzzing adults (each
about 1/8 inch long see
their world wide web,
thru at least one
unusual red eye,
which compound eye
of the fruit fly
contains 760 unit
eyes or ommatidia, well nigh
hapt tubby one of the most
advanced among insects,
where Google search
for home remedies aye
didst find to exterminate
these teeny weeny pests,
plus informational pursuit my
instantaneous curiosity yielded
above mentioned
esoteric tidbits,
sans accidentally disc
covered helpful good riddance
material of household ingredients
restraining me to breathe sigh
of dollop, and hope to try
one or more solutions,
which informed
this amateur entomologist -
listed forthright as:
1. Create a trap by mixing
apple cider vinegar
with a few drops of dish soap.
2. Another homemade trap is to
pour leftover red wine into a jar.
3. Mash up banana slices in a jar, and
cover top with a plastic wrap.
4. Pour bleach solution
into bathroom sink.
5. Detonate atomic explosives
as a last resort.
the fins
of human
quake tremendously
spills grotesqueness while dumping
the ox cosmos in the middle of smoothly
mirrored
ocean Walls
where ones choice is fixed
at dawn stagnantly brimming
in obsolete enviable damp colours
woven in a volcanic
oasis of anguished circles embraced in
loneliness fronted
with shuttering frozen stars
moulding through a sunny cheerful darkness
reinvigorated with
strident current in
waves staring
hovering and invading through the thorns of
the barren mountains
wrapped in swings of an
encroached moonlight piercing in
the vacancy of
my enchanted soul
channeling through my so preceding exist
in steam of redolence reek
from the garden frowns
and grins
call me a piscine
but even as a sly tamed fox hereafter
I would soar on footprints of
ceaseless fogs
to unveil your gleam
leap through the reflection of
sunlight to sway you
exasperatingly siren my scales on
your prime lips
fading with a spin
submerged in a longing savory passion
2025.06.15
It was quite a while ago,
I came here and wrote,
"BB was not here" and "JJ is here
On Queen Birthday 10 Jun 2024".
These words were written on the sand
On the the shores of both sides of the pier.
As time passed on, JJ sat and watched
The waves washed up onto the words,
Slowly encroached, engulfed and wiped
Them away bit by bit horizontally.
At the end, both written words on the beach,
In front of JJ, they all disappeared.
Then 6 months later I brought JC here,
It was his first trip to this beach,
Since he came down from Sydney.
At the end of last year.
I hoped he enjoyed the trip, the ferry,
The tourist town and our first date out.
Twenty two weeks went by,
The ocean, the beaches and the scenery
Remain almost the same as always.
But these two individuals have long gone,
The feelings and the friendships had finished for sure.
Frankly my friends BB and JC,
I do not care or feel ashamed.
I have lived five decades and seen many faces,
Some had double and some made troubles.
Strange and weird but I was sure,
Over three interactions with people,
Unless they had full intentions,
I usually spotted out their hidden agenda.
If they were sheeps wearing wolf skin
Even crooks in professional suits.
I was tired of dealing with them,
It was like having endless battles
To find for fairness and justice.
The fat black cat was lazy.--but he was loved.
He had a favourite place to sleep--up above.
High up in the ganghut tree-- on a stump.
He would struggle up it daily-- he was plump.
He had several whiskers missing-- due to fights.
He always preferred darkness--never light.
His eyes they really sparkled-- they were green.
Often he"d go missing--never seen.
He always turned up early-- for his food.
He purred around your legs -- he was good.
His rough tounge lapping milk-- it was pink.
He never went near water-- except to drink.
He liked to lie on beds-- spread out flat.
He was very hard to lift-- he was fat.
He would stare out any window-- he was nosey.
He loved electric fires-- they were cosy.
His life was good and rich -- he was happy.
until the household bought a PUPPY!--it was Yappy.
It encroached upon his space--that he hated.
But what to do about it --he just waited.
He hatched a cunning plan-- he was clever.
To get rid of that silly dog-- once and forever.
He would tell him of a meeting-- get together.
That the dog would have to go there--oh what ever!
The silly dog went with him-- his tail wagging.
He did not take much persuading--no, no nagging.
Come and meet your fellow friends-- other hounds.
Fat cat promptly ditched him--in the dog pound.
There was uproar in the house-- wheres the dog?
But fat cat he just slept-- like a log.
He grew bigger in retirement-- rather large.
But he knew the house was his --i"m in charge!
Encroached by bleakness barren thoughts derail,
lost zephyr junction-bound now frozen still,
whose screams for help are made to no avail,
as panic railroads bits where nightmares drill;
Safe harbors flee when tidal waves attack,
stirred quick from fossils steamed in hellish heat;
An anxious cabin falters off its track,
then leaps to scorched black coal with naked feet;
A locomotive chugging cellophane,
inhales as hostage held in hollow night;
In prior moments rolled civilian sane,
Until the devil came and fight took flight.
Unknown are reasons engines suffocate,
But cargo spilled produces heavy weight.
STRATEGY
a spatial
boundary
dismantled
from
memory
tranquil
cropped
in
an
encoded
facade
encroached
by
eloquent
realms
of unspoilt
semi- abstract
crests
glistening
phenomena
patterned
representation
consonances
plays of light
in recurring
ambivalent
composition
indifferent
intractable
invisible
dynamic
contrasts
summed up
in the
unfamiliar
ELOQUENCE
a
reticent
celebration
of ambiguity
latent
licit
straightforward
yet
oblique
interpretation
beyond
the
inner image
nurtured
in
connected
tendencies
to evolve
closely
obsessive
an ambivalent
narrative
observed
in
dreamy
abandon
of
unmistakable
pleasure
initiated
in
the
unconscious
made
manifest
by
desire
once
repressed
derived
by
a sense
of
intimacy
Humans have long trespassed
and destroyed animal territories
Humans have poached
And selfishly encroached
upon animal habitats
cutting down trees to build
human habitations.
Now the tables have turned
Humans are quarantined in house arrest
while some lie sick in bedrest
So animals not usually seen are having a fields day
roaming upon roads, crossing the streets.
Reclaiming the once jungle lands,
that had been turned into concrete urban jungles.
It's better that busy humans now become photoholic
than forever queueing
in lines of heavy traffic.
Without human pollution,
nature is all the more photogenic
Mother nature all a creation of God
has now had many of us grounded
as she gives us a hiding
while we go into hiding.
Extraordinary turn of events indeed!!
In several countries round the world:
Discos and casinos vacated
Pubs and nightclubs evacuated
Bars shutdown for lockdown
People are behind bars instead of guzzling beer in bars
and instead of animals behind bars.
Humans compelled to hibernate
so animals busted their cell gate
Priorly animals were in an enclosure
Now they are getting free exposure
Self-centred humans cared mostly about themselves
but now the animal kingdom is the cynosure
Animals were shut in cages
and now human activity is under similar closure.
Ah, this corona crisis!
Is all this mercenary stasis
for humans a roasting nemesis?
A heavy price to pay for rapacious carelessness and arrogance
where humans acted like they are in control, like they
are controllers of this planet
and they could do anything they wish with it.
It's ignorance to think all this is mere coincidence.
Im relieved our Islamic prayers can be said any place, anywhere
to kneel and bow to the one true real sustainer of the universe.
We need to invoke and supplicate to the creator
who is still in control...
as prayer can really truly prevent fear and anxiety in such scary times.
"I suddenly realised that coincidence is a word we use when we are ignorant of the real causes." - Albert Salvadó
(I was impressed by the news story in which Kuwait had sent a special plane to Italy to specially evacuate their nationals from there when Italy was heavily stricken with the corona virus)
I was trudging with deep thirst amid scorching sand dunes,
when suddenly the desert wind
hurled me against an ancient tomb;
and as the swivel door swiftly opened, my fear increased.
What was this mysterious, mystic place...
beneath one of the Great Pyramids
embellished by massive sphinxes?
Why did the Egyptians believe in after-life?
Scary mummies in long, beautiful
hand-painted sarcophaguses appeared,
and the foul smell induced more dread
than an imminent vomit...I screamed!
And into that labyrinth of adorned walls,
I couldn't find an exit...painted faces
and sacrificial eyes hunted me all the while...
was I going to be their next victim?
I heard chariots wheels screech...
they were coming for me, I panicked,
a pang pierced my chest encroached by hands...
and glancing at those mystical frescoes, I fled!
And running faster than a tiger, trying to catch my heavy breath,
I collapsed into the coldest corner crying out,"God, please help me!"....
No human voice echoed but mine in the hallways of the Pyramid;
how would I have been been able to combat anxiety, fear or even death?
I found myself by the tomb of Tutankhamun's,
he didn't seem dead, but vividly alive and well...
and he kindly smiled, handing me his scarabe necklace...
saying, "Take it and end the curse of the robbers!"
Why didn't he punish me for disturbing his peace?
Sudden death could have been experienced by me!
What ever happened to the Anubis guarding his tomb
and treasury? Did the Pharaoh send it away to warn me?
An Evil War
They walk the plains of sun-dried grass,
together in a row;
the mothers, with their young ones, pass
to search for food and go
for miles with thirst to find a drink;
as dry season appears.
They walk along, each one in sync,
alert with eyes and ears.
On different paths, the males walk too
to feed as they patrol,
and somehow they, with inner clue,
all find a water hole.
And peacefully they live their days,
adapt to nature's reign
that serves them well to drink and graze
and procreate their strain.
But space in their domain is less...
encroached by humankind,
uncaring of the crowding stress
they leave on them behind.
Still worse, they have become aware
of threats of crueler kind,
and learned to watch, to hide, beware
of horrors which they find.
So oft they see a sight disturbed...
sprawled out along their path;
a member of their precious herd...
they trumpet loud with wrath.
They stop and mourn like humans do,
stand vigil, shocked and chilled;
caress the faceless friend they knew...
who for his tusks...was killed.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Premiere Contest: Evil Is Everywhere
Sponsor: Brian Davey
Judged: 10/08/2016
BBC News: The War On Elephants: April 28, 2016
"Bloated and eerily upright the large adult elephant was still standing where it had been killed - just next to the stream - its face hacked off....It had been fleeing the carnage in the mud 100m or so away, where the remains of four other adults and one young elephant lay fallen and disfigured, their tusks and trunks all taken for ivory and meat. Like a macabre statue, this faceless animal stood as a landmark to the horrors of poaching, of the ivory trade, and of the mass slaughter of the last remaining elephants in central Africa...
“It's worth so much more than just the animals. It's about trying to stabilise a whole region which has been unstable for decades. It's about trying to basically build peace. And that is why we wake up every morning, why everyone fights this war, and why we try and save the elephants. It's about basically saving Congo. On 23 April 2016, three rangers were killed in a fresh clash with poachers. Park manager Erik Mararv and another ranger were badly injured."