Long Feat Poems
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Inspired byThomas Edward Brown’s “My Garden”:
Not God! in gardens! when the eve is cool?
Nay, but I have a sign;
‘Tis very sure God walks in mine
(verse 8-10)
I SEE HER IN THE GARDEN
Planted; taken up
as the soul rises
to heaven; yet
the soil absorbs
the tasty or demure,
unless plucked -
its juicy tomato,
red and ripe
or likewise
the precocious rose,
its cheekiness.
Wicked maelstrom
maimed a few feet,
its feat of satisfaction
fell the eaten tree,
making dust - the earth
already dust to dust,
now gardening.
Some snippets
grew back
in the Spring
and Calla roots
were buried -
their shoots
thus carried
through many
suns and moons.
I see her -
she stands,
watches,
snaps, adores
each riveting leaf,
yearning for the bud;
and then to open,
like a child’s hand.
This small patch,
hers; and His.
He watches too.
Waiting in the cool
of eve, hardly
moving,
but definitely smiling.
6/29/2023
He had often tried before but always with no success
Always another closed door or making more of a mess
He was really at his wits end where he just didn’t care
Maybe some things don’t mend for life just isn’t fair
A few years had past and he rarely gave it a thought
On his list it was last of what he had now sought
But there just ahead was who he tried to forget
He’d prefer anything instead and then their eyes met
Both trying to look away their eyes once again meet
All those words he couldn’t say weren’t such a feat
And she finally replied so hurt by what he had done
About how he lied and walked out on their son
He knew he was wrong saying he wanted to apologize
Back then I wasn’t that strong but now I do realize
The best thing in my life is no longer there anymore
Losing my Wife my Son, for the first time my heart tore
I felt what I did to you, I felt what I did to our Son
And this pain is so new like something I’ve never done
Maybe it’s s too late and I know we can never go back
Perhaps it was fate that today put us on the same track
"a dagger of pain, a tear of grief" Quote by _Constance La France
The food in the county jail is horrible
but it's not worse than the pain in my heart
She left me, running for the hills
which tore myself apart
I am here and I am lonely
It's just me and my cat
She comforts my sorrows for me
and her companionship does much more than that
But can an animal, a pet,
replace the love one of which was human
Can the pain of loss ever be repaired
like embellishing a plate with cumin
Grief has accompanied me to the bridges
The height of which I yearn to leap
But I hold out for my lady may once return
And that would be the most awesome feat
Monday, May 15, 2023
Writing Challenge A Quotes - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Forgive all the lofty sins his ancestors did,
Forget their worship of carvings lifeless and mute,
And show compassion to the African child;
Supply his daily bread and enough to drink,
Cloth his nudity and shoe to cover his feet,
And give him hope and help him think
Of tomorrow, and dreams adequate to accomplish a feat;
At least to end his ancestors lethargy.
Defend him against the spite of this tyrannical world;
Smite all that deny him bread
And blight any that may make sport of his low estate;
Strike with fright and numbing dread
All that may rejoice in his fate.
Paralyze with lightning his haters and molesters,
Deafen with thunder that block his feeble course;
Incapacitate with leprosy all despotic masters
That enslave his muscle and sinew.
Hear Lord this my prayer for the African child
His suffering alleviate that it be a little mild;
All that increase it I pray you torment all the more,
And I'm your faithful servant Hannington Mumo!
Form:
Whispers spoken…fears awoken…we all say ..there is no way whatsoever that he can play on the 2nd day..his foot’s broken..
But whatever…this is the.. oh so clever if a tad crazy .. nothing will phase me..masterplan from a remarkable cricketer…a remarkable man..
Will have a stab at it…just goes to the fab Rishabh lab and can simply do things no one else can..
Do we toast…flatter our rad madhatter batter…conventions does shatter with his inventions..but did almost beg…good intentions..don’t do it mate ..doesn’t really matter..
Watching this great hobble on one peg while his other leg…at the bottom had an egg…
What if it burst could get worse..but can’t sate his thirst..cricket comes first..
What the hell…what a delicious debacle ..was vicarious…vicious..visceral…after Stokesy’s nefarious spell…
Pant did eventually get gobbled by Archer’s pernicious wizardry of wobbles to a southpaw..
The Rishabh rascal castled.. but will never ever forget what we saw..
His foot cooked…his hand crook…but his special nook already in history booked…should it have been allowed..
But so proud..can’t be overlooked..scanned every fan in the stand…so loud..rising from their seat.....
They all bowed..so grand to see his latest feat..bowlers still briefly panned and canned..
In the perverse ..converse but always frightfully ..delightfully diverse Rishabh land..
Those extra runs shown on the big screen…reminded of that 80’s band Heaven 17..
Introspection…painkiller injection.. such dedication…still didn’t stifle for a wee while..
The all thriller no filler..out of kilter…no filter.. skill and will
Of our..once in a generation..Rishabh rifle sensation…
So contagious…. so tenacious… so outrageous.. so audacious…so courageous..
It made no sense..was absurdly tense…but no pretence…in the otherworldly Panto - verse it was as always… resolutely .. absolutely immense..
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I’m so happy
someone slap me
bring me back to earth
before I float away, like a bird
This is a short week, before a 4-day weekend. It’s time to push it.
The density of study per square minute is chaotically high - but worth it.
If I can get everything done, I’ll have days to shake off the smallness
of school, perk-up my vital-signs and revitalise.
I’m motivated, elated and intoxicated at the thought of it
- I’m twirling in front of mirrors - can these feelings even be articulated?
I’m dancing through metro crowds
the uneven cobblestones feel like clouds
I blew a kisses to a busking mime
while bopping to ‘Lady Gaga’ sounds
I shocked an old lady
with an act of voluntary kindness
- I gave her my seat on the metro
she had groceries and looked about eighty
People aren’t mean,
they’re just mindless
it’s a form of situational blindness
I hope you guys have a great weekend too,
just relaxin’ and passing into springtime.
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A song for this:
Kissing Strangers feat. Nicki Minaj) by DNCE [E]
Back 2 Back by Dazy Chain
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[E] = Explicit lyrics
My thoughts arrive in short, staccato bursts;
the long lines never seem to want to flow.
Macabre at best, generally, worse;
uncertain, the direction they will go.
Romantic phrasing seems a foreign tongue;
a lilting verse on love just comes out forced.
Yet beetles drawn to steaming piles of dung,
as love language, are largely not endorsed.
On this, Hallmark’s most halcyon of days,
pray do not be incensed, thy count’nance marred,
if, in attempts to woo with lofty praise,
I do compare thy scent to fragrant nard.
Penned valentines, a Sisyphean feat,
but you’re my rock, and I, your paraclete.
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for the Valentine Poetry Contest
sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose
written on 01/13/23
Stranded in war torn Sudan,
Dreading yet another dawn.
In Wadi Sayyidna town,
Hopelessness was weighing down.
Men and women, young and old,
Watched the civil war unfold.
Homeless, desperate, full of fear,
Longing for their near and dear.
Then on 27th April night,
A C-130J took flight.
Manned by pilots skilled and brave,
Tasked to rescue and to save.
They were flying almost blind,
No navigation aids would they find.
Degraded strip, no landing lights
In the darkness of the night.
Infrared sensors scanned the ground;
No inimical force was found.
Using goggles for night vision,
Thay carried out their tough mission.
An enthralling tale had begun;
Six score passengers and one
Shepherded onto the plane.
Headed for their homes again.
Valor of the highest kind,
Audacity was redefined.
The Hercules and its brave crew
Achieved a feat of derring-do.
India's vaunted military might,
Wrote another chapter bright
In our valiant history;
There for all the world to see.
Written by Colonel Ramanan Duraiswami
AMC,Rtd
29th April 2023.
So many athletes get their start
When they’re in school, or younger,
With parents to encourage dreams
And help sustain that hunger.
They’ll build a backyard skating rink
Or schlep them to their classes
And drain the family’s bank account
Plus take vacation passes.
The lucky ones fulfill those hopes
And join the real contenders,
Competing for the recognition
Such a feat engenders.
But what about the other ones,
Who never reach that level,
Whose injuries or lack of talent
Torment and bedevil?
I wonder if they sit and watch
The games and all the glory
And wish they had a very different
Ending to their story.
We were linked to each other for nine month's feat
With a wiry nerve in womb of our struggling mother.
We shared each breath together and each heartbeat.
You cared for me more than just an earthly brother.
You let me take all nourishments, denying yourself
And your such kindness made you so weak, weak.
Perceiving my existence you offered me your help.
The existence that strived hard being deathly sick.
Brother! We were born together in this misty earth
But you were too,too weak to adapt and to survive.
Weakening yourself, you made me strong by birth.
Dying, you left this earthly pyre in day number Five.
But you have not died my martyr brother, my twin
For every atom in my blood, breath resembles you.
Once I lived with you, for you and now you live in
My whole being and my dual existence ever-new.
(In memory of my twin brother who died on his infancy of 5th day)