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At the end cab of the bus
the dog lay it’s paw on top
of the pup who was now Gus.
Gus was a fuss, he ran and hop
on the cop . The cop saw us
Can I ask, is he one to stop
roll, beg, and sit on my lap cus
he has wet! Now who will mop?
Oh, Gus, on the net in a fog
sad all in a mass. Why a dog?
Saw a hog and fell off a log
off he ran till he saw mom up
hill as he use too as a pup
Gus now sup out of the tea cup
4/9/2016
4/9/2016
The Funom's Sonnet consists of 14 lines, each line made up of 7/8 syllabic word count. The rhyme pattern is in this form; a-b-a-b,a-b-a-b,c-c-c,d-d-d.
Visionary third eyed spied;
Baby blue cream lavender skies;
Cool fluffy wind sails clouds;
Birds in trees shout, praise God;
Speaking language to Elohim;
I fell blessed, nature’s voices;
Enlightening me, gives me hope;
And hope in…Hoping at least best, I find my rest;
Glazing at the skies, brightly shines;
Daylight man can’t fly without jets or planes;
Blindly I smell the crisps atmosphere dons;
White filaments cotton wood candy puffs;
Brilliants so shines the white silver yellow sun;
Birds in trees shout, praise God His love-such;
Baby blue cream lavender skies;
Cool fluffy wind sails clouds;
Birds in trees shout, praise God cause-;
Visionary third eyed spied aloud;
Glazing at the skies, brightly shines brightest plains;
Daylight man can’t fly without jets or planes;
NATURE’S CRIES OUT TO GOD AMIDTS BLUE WHITE SKIES
"I like nonsense; it wakes up the brain cells. " Dr. Seuss
When I was a little girly girl, I would go to Grampie's farm. It was far, far
away and up a hill, then around a big bend in the road. Grampie had lots and lots
of animals. Like b e a u t i f u l horses and mellow cows and all colors of chickens.
And he had a brown rooster, named Ruddy. Now, Ruddy really, REALLY liked me,
and he thought he was a dog. He followed me around the farm all day. He was no
normal rooster, he was a roosterdog!
In the barn and out of the barn and all around the barn. One day he followed
me into the house at lunch time. Grampie said, "NO, no roosters in the house!"
But Grammie smiled and said, " its okay, if he is good." Ruddy stayed under my
chair and was good except for the cluck (CLUCKING) gulp.
When I watched television, so did Ruddy, curled up beside me like a dog. And
when I went to bed, Ruddy followed me upstairs and down the hall to my room.
Grampie would say, in his big voice, "NO, no roosters in your bed!" But Grammie,
said, "oh its okay, he can listen to the bedtime story too." Grampie would just huff,
like Grampie's do sometimes.
After I fell asleep, and Ruddy was all curled up beside me snoring, or was that
clucking, Grampie would tip toe into my room and snatch the roosterdog. " Back
to the barn, my friend, for the last time, you are NOT a dog!"
The next morning, Ruddy would be waiting for me at the door and it would all
happen again for me and the rooster who thought he was a dog. The End
"Don't cry because its over. Smile because it happened." Dr. Seuss.
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May 20, 2016
Poetry/Narrative/The Rooster Who Thought He Was A Dog
Copyright Protected, ID 16-792-432-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.Narrative
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Honorable Mention
Poem To My Dad
In Memory 04/17/2018
By: RobertBenThoughts.blogspot.com
It has been almost a year
Since you left us here,
For the heavenly relm
Your reward is clear.
I miss you.
Mom is doing better than before
She thinks of you daily,
She now calls me Bob
I just laugh and say it’s Ben.
Did I tell you I miss you?
The kids are doing fine
They miss you too,
Careers challenging
But they are successful,
Did I tell you I miss you?
The wife God gave me,
She is the Eveready bunny
She continues to be amazing
She misses you also.
Did I tell you I miss you?
She does for everybody
Before doing for herself,
She is like you,
Always-there good or bad times,
Did I tell you I miss you?
Got tear eyed today
Just thinking about you,
Don’t do it often
I just think of the good times.
Did I tell you I miss you?
I’m doing fine now,
I wish you were still here,
I’d take you to the mountains again,
And take you to church.
Did I tell you I miss you?
Don’t forget golf I let you win.
Myrtle Beach every summer,
Deep-sea fishing
Two walks to the pier everyday,
Did I tell you I miss you?
I remember camping
Just you and me,
Then there was Boy Scouts
When it used to be just boys,
Did I tell you I miss you?
There was Mountaineer football,
Mountaineer Classic basketball tourney,
Harlem Globetrotters,
Pittsburgh Pirates baseball,
Did I tell you I miss you?
But what I remember most is
You lived as you taught,
Slow to anger
And a great listener
Did I tell you I miss you?
Church first,
Mom second,
Kids next,
Then work.
Did I tell you I miss you?
You always believed in me,
Even when I gave you no reason,
And you always said you were proud of me
At the most important times,
Did I tell you I miss you?
The apple fell far from the tree
But I’m giving my best effort
To roll it up the hill,
I know you’re proud of me and my family,
Did I tell you I miss you?
Dad, I love you!
Oh, Marianna Grazia...
was my friendly neighbor,
a lovely lady in her eighties!
She became a widow when her
husband died of a brain tumor,
he was a sailor of many oceans;
how evident was the sadness
of Marianna Grazia!
She had a Grand Piano, made of cherry oak,
not covered with a speck of dust, and smiling
she played an improvisation with style;
and it depended on her mood! The rays of sunlight
entered diagonally and rested on it, while
her feeble fingers played the same, harmonic melody;
and her hubby liked to hear those notes enthusiastically...
that's how I remember Marianna Grazia at her best!
Oh, Marianna Grazia...
went to church every Sunday,
and passing by my gate, she always said
hello, and asked how things were going!
She gave every kid on the block candy
and flowers she grew in the back-yard;
oh, I miss how you hummed that song...
oh, Marianna Grazia!
Today I walked by her house,
the Venetian blinds were closed at noon,
I was overtaken by a sudden gloom;
her youngest daughter approached me
and mutterred very grieving words,
" My mom has passed away in a tragic way,
she slipped and fell, and hit the cement;
she passed out as blood gushed from her forehead."
Oh, Marianna Grazia...
never will I have another conversation
about her experience in Normandy,
and the stories of a nurse during World War II,
were as inspirational as her vocation!
Oh, Marianna Grazia...
look down below and wave gracefully;
life is not as everlasting as that love given by you,
oh, Marianna Grazia!
If I tell her I love her she belongs to God
God is our Father we belong to God
If I tell our Father I love her I love her so
And in God all things our love that are possible
If I tell her I need her I belong to God
If she tells me she's only for God I still love her
If by chance I fail, I fell He will pick me up, for us
By the grace and mercies of God that I am such
MY ELOHIM LOVE VERSE FOR HER-
Selah
I love for her is taylor made I am birthed
created with a purpose, to worship
Worship Him in spirit and Truth I speak forth life
The love I have for her is from Jesus
For I see the inside of her is God and He sees both our hearts
Be it Worthy in Him I'm worthy our life should be covenant and not set apart
MY ELOHIM LOVE VERSE FOR HER-
Hallelujah
8/30/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
A Whimsical Trope
Life is a circus
Of acrobats and clowns;
Everywhere there's a scammer
Ready to take advantage.
Humpty Dumpty was clumsy,
Rather dull, and not very bright.
He never knew right-side up
From wrong-side down,
And so he became a criminal.
Bring the blunderbuss
And bring the handcuffs.
Today, we make the bust
And arrest Humpty Dumpty,
And that’s no guff.
And so we said goodbye
When he took flight.
Nevertheless, whatever we think,
Wherever the yegg,
Humpty Dumpty is scrambled egg.
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall;
Humpty Dumpty laughed and fell.
Everyone there offered prayers and things,
But no one could put him together again.
In nineteen eighteen there was an outbreak of flu
Caused little concern, only affected a few
But it returned with a vengeance later that year
And the world over it caused widespread fear.
First reported in Spain, and around the world spread
When it was over, fifty million people were dead
Hospitals were stretched and they struggled to cope
For both young and old, there wasn't much hope.
It affected the lungs and caused skin to turn blue
Only comfort was given it was all they could do
In effect it caused people to suffocate
And continued to spread at an alarming rate.
People advised to avoid crowds and to wear masks
They struggled to perform even basic daily tasks
Remote areas in the world were affected too
By this airborne killer virus, the great Spanish flu.
Effort's were made to slow down this disease
But slowly and surely it brought the world to its knees
Shops opening times were staggered all over the lands
People strongly advised not to shake hands.
Undertakers were struggling to cope with demands
Families' buried loved ones with their own hands
Healthy men and women and children too
Were all falling victim to the great Spanish flu.
Because of World War One, doctors were few
And those that were available, many fell sick too
Temporary hospital's set up in schools or church hall
With many brave volunteers answering the call.
They closed many schools, services were hit too
With workers struck down by this merciless flu
Late nineteen nineteen the virus reached its peak
Immunity grew stronger but it still struck the weak.
Sadly mankind had suffered and paid a great cost
To the great Spanish flu with millions of lives lost
The pandemic was now over, survivors started to thrive
But were mournful of the millions who did not survive.
Written 4th April 2018.
( Dedicated to the fifty million people who died
in the Spanish flu pandemic in the years 1918 to 1919. )
From among the poets who fired my imagination
whom shall I choose, can’t bring myself to pick
and place from dozens, just one above all the rest!
With all romantics in line, the one who has touched
my heart chords most, is none other than John Keats
In my eyes, he wears the mantle of a great poet
for the sheer beauty of his diction and the images
woven in the loom of his exorbitant fancy,
tumbling one on another!
Sad the scythe of Fate cut him down at the age of 25!
Had he survived the autumnal blasts and seen the beauty
of lovesome springs and sunny summers unfolding
none could have been commensurable to him in name or fame
When seasons change and summer loosens its fiery grip,
who cannot but welcome Keats’ Autumn,
the ‘Season of mist and mellow fruitfulness?
When I hear a lone bird singing in the far fringes of the woodlands
I strain my neck to see if it’s Keats’ Nightingale
staying unseen and ‘pouring forth its soul in such ecstasy’
Ode on a Grecian Urn lifted him to stellar fame
who saw, in the rustic scene painted on the Urn,
life in its fullness, but’ frozen in time’
where he identified beauty and truth as one
‘Beauty is truth, truth beauty’- his immortal line
keeps resounding and its echoes rippling in hearts many
Sad, like a rose whose petals were knocked down
from its stalk by the mighty wind’s powerful breath,
he fell, but stays deathless among the dead
emanating sweet fragrance in the surrounding air
and his ‘plaintive anthem’ never ‘fades’,
Jan.16.2023
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A light rain began falling this morning and when I looked up much to my surprise I saw a small cloud just above me with tears falling from her eyes.
“What’s the matter little cloud?” I asked as she floated in the sky.
“On a beautiful morning such as this…what could make you cry?”
“It’s funny you should say beautiful.” The little cloud answered.
“And I’m not sure you’ll understand but I see so much beauty every day as I drift across the land.”
“I see mountains, valleys, lakes and rivers. I see oceans and the sea.
The animals, the flowers and the people…all look so beautiful to me.”
“I see beauty in every blade of grass and every drop of morning dew but how often I have wondered…if I am beautiful too.”
“Oh little cloud,” I said to her, “I can see you are compassionate…kind and sweet and dutiful…and the fact that you see beauty everywhere…why…that’s what makes you beautiful.”
“I can’t speak for all of nature…I can only speak for me but I have often thought what makes something beautiful is all the beauty you cannot see.”
“Many people look to the outside of a person and think that’s where their beauty begins, but I can tell you from experience…true beauty lies within.”
“I think I can help you little cloud.” I said. “All you need do is follow me.”
Then I took her down to the shore and as she hovered over the sea…
I said, “Perhaps today is the day we set your beauty free.
Look down into the water…into your soul..and tell me what you see.”
The little cloud looked into the water and smiled as she shook her fluffy head.
Then a tear fell from her eye as she sighed…”I am beautiful!” She said.
“Today was your lucky day!” I whispered to myself as I waved to that little cloud from afar…”for many people live their entire lives not knowing how beautiful they are”.