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Death isn't what you think it is,
At least not when you sit with Death
Death I know. I know because once
I was in the same room with Death
Death isn't horrific, she, he is not a monster,
it was not frightening when I met Death
Death claimed my father when I wasn't there
but she, he waited for me, the night I met Death
Death took the warm breeze from my father's chest
left him cold to the touch I was there next to Death
Death stole my father's voice left him quiet among the roar
of silent tears. I felt the moisture in the room next to Death
Death left with no more then what filled shallow pockets
graciously bowed on the way out, so I bowed to Death
Death I knew walked out empty handed as he does
my father's life still burning in memories, so I bowed to Death
my father's body was dead in that hospital bed
but I couldn't help kiss warm my father's flesh
but I couldn't help speaking to him "I love you Dad"
three years passed since that night
my father is still alive in memories bright
he accomplished so much, touched so many
never a time when I needed my Dad
never once was he not there to help
how could you be sad for a man like that
he lives in my heart sheltered there
even when I am long gone he will live
preserved by my children and then theirs
how could you feel sad for a man like that
Always stood a giant in the largest of crowds
He was loved and admired, he never died
He was just needed somewhere else
Death isn't always what you think. he, she came and left
light as a feather I barely felt the presence of Death
Death?
I've met him, when I meet her again
there will be no fear
Death!
It isn't always what you think it is.
When I met Death it was gentle as a lamb.
Maurice Yvonne
09/23/2014
Contest: The Poet III
Sponsor: Gautami Phookan
Defined By Idioms
Naked truth, bent nails
dead men tell no tales
bad Apple, broken mirrors
burnt out light bulbs, crocodile tears
spilt milk, goose chase
two cents worth, rat race
rotten egg, bad to the bone
eagle eye, no place like home.
bat from hell,
pulled punch
big cheese,
no free lunch
can of worms, bleeding heart
knock on wood,
till death do us part
bite the bullet, checkered past
good as gold,
last laugh
burning bridges,
ball of wax
hold your horses start from scratch
wooden nickels ace up your sleeve
hair of the dog
all Greek to me
axe to grind
behind the eight ball
bigger they are
the harder they fall
jack of all trades cat's got your tongue
fair weathered friend
like father like son
small world
on thin ice
speak of the Devil roll of the dice
blood's thicker than water
lie like a rug
dime a dozen
when push comes to shove
dog eared pages
eye for an eye
bury the hatchet how time flies clean as a whistle C
chew the fat
crime doesn't pay. cover my ass
throw me under the bus gentle as a lamb
cold shoulder
hit the fan
buyer beware
woman's work never done
never say never
takes one to know one
come Hell or high water
pissing in the wind
pretty as a picture through thick and thin
beat a dead horse pass the buck
whole nine yards down on my luck
life’s a
don't rock boat
needless to say
go for broke
My life is the sum of trite cliches
Jaded expressions
so worthless so worn
I couldn't give it away
I came during the early boom,
sledding close to the spring.
It was surely a sixties theme.
Mom in the kitchen down in the valley
surrounded by red and white walls.
Colorful beads jangled down from a track,
dividing two rooms and a hall.
Family and friends were always welcomed,
for love and support was skin deep.
Uncle Don would stop by with a rabbit and fowl,
for mom to cook and then eat.
My eyes bucked wide
as I watched from the side,
the rabbit being fried,
the fowl was smothered
then into the oven for just an hour or so.
Mom would be humming.
Uncle Don would be stuttering.
While I wondered is that us?
My uncle SQ, a brother of the fam
was next to come into Pearl's kitchen.
Hat on his head, he was surely the man
and aways a new woman in hand
Papa got a brand new bag.
Along came aunt Thelma, the baby of her family
and surely a proper lady
set tables and standards for us to follow
and dangled long earrings forever.
Next came aunt Eunice, the family wises and gentle as a lamb.
My ace of spades, partner at times, who all that came
and tried to beat, would dare accuse us of a cheat.
I am my momma's baby, the shadow of my daddy
I love to cook with family and friends,
helping those in need, I love the feed,
and met love at a very young age.
My heart is huge and laden with compassion
while mankind is evolving, and acting so badly.
No time to judge whether it's you or us,
for this world is for all to love and be loved
and that's just the way it is in Pearl's kitchen.
I praise myself- a 'feral' animal,
so like you, Elephant- majestic, wild;
your dedication to herd families
has influenced me since I was a child.
Like you, dear Elephant, instincts abound:
a mother, matriarch surely I am,
consumed with 'tribal' harmony, like you,
fierce guardian- yet, gentle as a lamb.
Brave elephant, devoted to a fault,
my sense of duty matches yours for sure.
Connected still, and leading when I can,
so that like you, my kindred will endure.
Like you, a power animal, I'm strong
for young ones of my 'herd', and elders too.
My mental 'tusks' plow through life's challenges
and make it easier to help them through.
My empathy and telepathic sense,
like you, attune me to familial needs.
Staunch Elephant, your deep connectedness
and cogent, native skills inspire my deeds.
As imitation mimics flattery,
you, Elephant, I've followed many ways.
Your species has survived billions of years;
that 'feral' part of me- mimes you in praise.
June 15, 2017
~2nd Place~
Contest: A Poem Honoring Spirituality Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Judged: 05/07/2020
~2nd Place~
Premiere Contest: Feral
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Judged: 08/10/2018
~2nd Place~
Contest: Favorite Animal In The World
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Judged: 06/04/2018
~9th Place~
Premiere Contest: Spirit Guides
Sponsor: White Wolf
Judged: 06/23/2017
Whispers of weeping willows beckon me,
“Forget the rain; get ready for a ride!”
On a magic carpet I soar o’er sea
Worldly troubles melt away as I glide
To another world where flora is lush
There are no signs of civilization
As I land next to a pink butterfly
Against my elbow this creature does brush
Have I begun a new incarnation?
That can’t be, for I know I didn’t die
All is still, not a hush
And even by my best calculation,
Nary a soul is lingering nearby
But creatures aplenty bid me good day
Seeing a long-necked giraffe makes me smile
He bows his neck and soon goes on his way
How lucky I feel! This trip is worthwhile
From the forest a lion approaches
Gentle as a lamb, he purrs at my feet
As I reach over to pick a red rose,
Not one thorn encroaches
Wafting through the air an aroma sweet,
A welcome sense of serenity grows
From the brook beside me a large trout jumps;
Splashing is his way of saying hello
Now why was I feeling down in the dumps?
When twilight descends, the forest’s aglow
With lavender, amber, pink hues and more
This is the harmony ancestors knew
And as I lie down, my spirits revive
Gone are things I abhor
My, this fantasy was long overdue
And I feel so blessed just to be alive
*Entry for Cyndi’s “AN ODE TO SMALL COMFORTS ON A RAINY AFTERNOON” contest
Since I was a kid,
they said I was gentle as a lamb.
Quiet.
Kind.
Smart.
So I've kept that image.
Or tried, at least.
I didn’t fail.
Not once.
Grades stayed high,
mouth stayed clean,
choices stayed safe.
No vices, no trouble,
just quiet nods and
“Yes, I can.”
“Yes, I will.”
I built a life that made people proud.
And slowly, I forgot to ask myself,
"Are you proud too?"
Well, I guess I am.
I’ve built a good name, after all.
But looking back now,
I feel sadness
because every praise I get
feels like a quiet command
that the only room I should enter
is the room of success
Every applause disregards the possibility
that I could fail at any time.
It’s like a tooth,
one that never got to grow
because a “perfect” one
was already there.
I should bear the weight of the crown I chose,
but as time passes by,
it grows heavier,
stiffening my every move.
Now that I’m older,
I wish to live without any standard.
To enjoy life and everything it offers.
I wish to say no without guilt.
I wish to rest without thinking of time.
I wish to live without having to earn it first.
But with a heart as brittle as glass,
A mind that easily overflows with thoughts,
With soft eyes that cry too easily—
Is it even possible?
An alien abducted me
In his turbo space machine
He has promised he will set me free
If I help him find a queen .
Well I believe in true romance
I listen as he reels off his queens necessities
As he spoke I kept thinking '' No chance ''
and uttering the phrase ''oh Jeez ''
He says his queen just has to be
As gentle as a lamb
Never argue or disagree
and be eager to please her man .
She must not moan if he's watching telly
Or if he's drinking beer in a bar
and after midnight when his legs turn to jelly
She must pick him up in the car .
She must be immaculate and sexy
She must smell just like a rose
Never get a little tetchy
When she see's him pick his nose
She's got to feed the dog , Mind the kids
Keep the house sparkling clean
Listen to what his work mates did
In the turbo space machine .
See there is beer in the fridge
For when his mates come round
Make them all a sandwich
See the kids don't make a sound .
Though she may be worn out
By the rigours of the day
She must be ready to put out
and let him have his way .
Well the alien who abducted me
Sure wants his money's worth
but he won't get any help from me
So I am eternally orbiting the Earth.
“If anyone wants to know what elephants are like,
they are like people only more so.”
— Peter Corneille
That 'feral' part of me- mimes you in praise.
You, Elephant, I've followed many ways;
your cogent, native skills inspire my deeds
as you attune me to familial needs
I make it easier to help them through
for young ones of my 'herd', and elders too,
so that like you, my kindred will endure-
my sense of duty matches yours for sure-
fierce guardian- yet, gentle as a lamb
a mother, matriarch- surely I am-
you've influenced me since I was a child;
so like you, Elephant- majestic, wild.
May 29, 2020
~1st Place~
Contest: My Spirit Animal
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Judged: 06/07/2020
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Resplendent in her trappings
Yet her smile is not her own
Quietly she watches
A queen upon her throne
Soft and gentle as a lamb
Her burdens you won't know
A helpless girl you may see
But it is all to fool her foe
It searches for a weakness
Feeling infinitely smart
But this lamb she is no coward
In her beats a warrior's heart
She sheds her crown of roses
No longer can she wait
Preparing for the battle
That will soon decide her fate
The conflict rages inside her
Fervent in it's onslaught
It's no match for her light
Casting out the shadows
Her joy and love bid her fight
She is not alone in this war
But it must feel so at times
An army of angels hold her
The peace they bring sublime
A fighter an example of grace
Her courage I deeply admire
Putting others above herself
'Tis to be like her that I aspire
Form:
Late at night
I slip into the river
I like to float with the current
Dark and scary
Never knowing where it will
Take me.
Sometimes it pulls me under
Other time it's as gentle as a lamb
It snakes and turns
And tumbles me
Till I am exhausted
Sooner or later I am upon the shore
And I lie there and look upon the stars
Wondering why God put me here
I dig my toes in the sand
And grasp a willow root
Just to feel something real
And then I get up
And roll a smoke
And laugh at the wind
For I am just a fool in love
And stagger back up the road
I put my thumb out
And hitch a ride back home
Sometimes we talk
Sometimes we don’t
But we always seem to smoke
And share a story or two or three
And tell a couple of bad jokes
I shake their hand and say goodbye
But I'll see them again
The next time I get the itch to float
Upon a full moon.