Long Foiling Poems
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Pretty, tawny, tabby Tabor
purring snuggler,
full of curiosity and play
He saw the door ajar for a fast getaway
His golden eyes gleamed
Jail break; as he dreamed
Ditching out as fast as a jet
The backyard pond he couldn’t forget
full of lily pads and Koi. ”Oh, what fun!”
Sneaky pitter-patter paws sly as a cat “I’ll take one.”
Tiny tadpoles hiding under the lily pads away from the Koi
A little twitch happy tail, pawing, splashing the cool water to catch the Koi
From out of nowhere showed
Kung Fu tempered toad
pounced on Tabor’s back. “H-i-s-sss......!”
Feeling frustrated and foiling his plans couldn’t catch him now
Tawny tabby Tabor taunting tiny tadpoles and tantalizing tasty tempered toad
11/22/2016
I'm a fruit of the tree of life
with knowledge of
the unknown
What I'm known to leave floats
above trees with grown broken
branches
I've grown to see that not
all soil is fertile as many
seeds are left
to languish & toil
The grounds are barren for
the unyielding & those
sowing with dirty
intent to spoil
Foiling that type of harvest
is light work
as I'm of
a heavier metal
The petals of my flowering
are yet to be seen
but are iron clad
I'm feral & the sowing of oats
breed chaos in tamed
minds of the past
We reach for what is hard to
grasp but is within our
clutches for time
is at hand
We're blocking out hate
that's been hashed as we
escape from boxes
part of a plan
The sham was meant to
throw heads while
they rested on
pillows soundly
in their beds
We make our beds & will
lay regardless
of how they've
been made
Some dream while awake
while others sleep
through
all of their
days
They spray with intent
to wilt & cover their
tracks from eyes
We evaporate leaving trails
behind like leaves
in favor of friendly
skies
It all falls to ground like
flowers at the end
of their days
Before you know it
its risen again like rain
from its puddled grave
Workforce
The errant sun goes on spoiling,
Prancing aloft the coastal sea,
Disperse gathering clouds foiling,
Allowing masses roam rain-free,
Discharge they, their duties assigned,
Encroaching soon the midday hour,
Earned time behalf spent day behind,
Fruits are dealt, fruits are worked labor,
Toil away their souls imparted,
As gifted skills a day unwraps,
Calls north star marks dusk has started,
Luna rise as a star collapse,
Soft breaths cull amidst the stillness,
Rebuilt minds planned fresh days business.
2020 March 11
*2nd Place*
STRAND CHOICE D,any form,any theme
~~Brian Strand
Howmanysyllabes;
14 lines x 8 syllables per = 112 syllables total
There were three mice, members of the mob
Wanted to retire, so planned one last job
It was deep winter and it started to snow
But they weren't deterred, and the job was a go.
Their names were Gnasher, Scratcher and Dred
And you dared not cross them or you'd end up dead
Even cats were afraid of their deadly scratch
But very soon they would meet their match.
The target they hit was John O'Neils dairy
But things were now going to get a bit scary
At the main entrance was a large welcome mat
And sprawled all across it was this mean looking cat.
Their luck was in and the cat was asleep
They ran towards him and then took a leap
There was a small hole by the front door
Soon they were in, and on the shop floor.
With some small cartons they built a bridge
Reached the door handle and opened the fridge
In the mousey world it was the ultimate goal
A rare box of cheddar cheese and that's what they stole.
Meanwhile outside puss began to wake up
Was very thirsty and wanted a sup
Then in the snow small footprints he spied
The game was now up for the three mice inside.
He spotted the thieves and he gave chase
But they sprinted off at a very fast pace
The God of mice was looking down on them today
They didn't get the cheddar, but they got clean away.
The camera's were played back the very next day
As the drama unfolded there were gasps of dismay
Puss was so happy his boss he did please
By foiling the robbery and saving the cheese.
O'Neil was so impressed with the actions of his cat
He rewarded him with sardines and a brand new mat
But for the three poor mice, it ended in tears
They were eventually arrested and all got ten years.
Written 16th January 2018
I am the wind
the textured curl of clouds
those specks of glitter
silver and gold are my
illustrative gleams
the foiling wings
that flutter and flap
feathers ripe with color
complementing all rosy hills
a rolling kiss a splash of
blush a dash of spicy dish
the pepper and the salt
of a morning's stirring serving
see me in the meadows
there where wildflowers overflowing
bees and butterflies how they gaily
bob take lick like little children
at the serving tops of apples candied
making funny faces where those more
tart chasing rainbow tails the
fond remnants of showers
I made this day for you
now do me honor
save some acres from your cities
and roads
one or two at the least
as I keep sacred
your plot through the heavens
A short stout figure in the forward line of attack,
dribbled with the darting ball on the green turf.
With the magnetic pair of fleeting legs like a wizard,
spearheaded the formidable formation of the team.
The opponent defenders had to invent new strategy
to thwart your crafty moves leading to the goalpost,
but you could make your way foiling all their attempts
to see the ball flash and hit the net behind the bars.
You were the backbone of your country’s team of fame,
that you led to winning many prestigious tournaments.
A legend in life time, you were the pride of Argentina,
in the history of football you’ll live forever, Maradona.
December 24, 2020
Contest : Maradona Obituary
Sponsor : Mohan Chutani
The All Earth 24/7 Buffet
David J Walker
And on the 8th day
God said
LET’S EAT
And eat we did
Chomping and whirling
and chasing
and spitting
and hitting
and catching and killing and
cleaning and cooking
boiling and foiling
in tin turtles over a flaming-out fire
lest eat
lets eat
letzzzzzzzz EAT
All day
Everyday
and it came to pass
we grew fat on each other
belching in out guilty pleasures
pleasing
and sleeping
and procreating
replenishing the Earth
fearing
that we may never eat again
And God said
IT IS GOOD
And it came to pass
That it was good
and good as gone
After three decades and a kicking more,
I deem it glaring waste and blatant loss
To play sad part of second servile fiddle
In elite cadres agleam with ersatz gloss.
Whatever charged scrolls attuned to pelt
With loaded deterrents deft souls that try,
I now must with age's ever-tightening belt
Stand to trite spites and their swipes defy.
Despite your puffed plots sick to the brim,
Those smiling streaks quite honed to trim
Purest dreams spruced by endless hopes;
I must pull down your fog’s fettering ropes.
Your lusts-spitting spikes I'll at last shame,
And sink them beneath your gloomy mast;
None of your snaky snares again shall trap,
Nor any of your foiling fangs soil this name.
All your trussing tentacles I must bid adieu,
Now that I am at last wholly done with you!
the bridge he needed to cross was overgrown with tangled thicket’s brush
ragwort and giant hogweed littered the pernicious path to his own progress
of perspectives and the slow death from stagnation and frightening delusions
he had to traverse at all cost to kill the perilous onslaught of doubts and sorrow
he could barely see his visage in the pond below and was petrified by the image
his reflection resembled an oozing blemish towering over a mind on crutches
to dampen his sadness and escape from the overpass he jumped head first
but the rock pool sentry disallowed the attempt and bounced him straight back
spread eagled he landed where he had been in dismembered celestial formation
in astral denial of an easy route to disperse moribund comets of grave error
he was promised enterprise by his therapist for a healing journey and growth
who cautioned him that he needed to find for himself what path to take and how
his stepladder had broken and the rope tied itself into desperate knotted demise
secateurs were blunt from pruning neuronal pathways and he stabbed in vain
at helplessness and wished for a pick axe if only to lobotomize his rescue
or at least a shovel to burry his remains for worms and fungus to take care
his other option was to swallow nettles thorny thistles and his scornful jungle
to munch one by one all the obstacles which he had put in his way all by himself
maybe there were magic mushroom hidden or some foliage foiling descent
but with no such luck he gnawed at Self's temptation to throw up his downfall
24th October 2020
Eight Word Challenge 11
Sponsor John Hamilton