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Animal Kingdom
Beautiful creatures large and small
Species which fly, walk, swim or crawl
Respect life, not hastily condemn
Animal kingdom, we're guests among them
Cats, horses, elephants, giraffes
Hyenas with their infectious loud laugh
Zebras, crocodiles, lizards and snakes
Fish that swim in large crystal lakes
Eagles, hawks all raptors of prey
Birds by the water along a sea bay
Dolphins, whales, urchins that creep
Many size creatures of the blue deep
Consider them all, not steal their land
Man and his greedy money make plan
Less is their food encroach in 'our' space
Only to beat them with sticks and give chase
Hunt them down for a trophy cup win
Shoot them for their ivory and skin
Sickening to what humans will do
Brutality of those savage traps too
Caged in markets for the meat trade
Pain and suffering, eyes all afraid
Man will reap what he does sow
Rise of the animals evolution will grow
Return back their lands, freedom abound
Animal kingdom wear their own crown
Abuse them no more, lets end this all now
Sacred is life, compassion our vow.
24.10.20
Poetry is tangerine and other potent or poisonous colors.
It is the breath you feel at the nape of your neck and
the strong caress of flesh on flesh, defying death.
It is most certainly Spring with petal flutters and jays
flittering about. Melodies come alive…words almost too
ravishing to versify…like brilliant diamonds and crystal lines.
Poetry is rhyme and not…it is time well spent. The clock
doesn’t give a hoot. It’s cuckoo to stand on your head
to get just the right angle, the geometric high. Likewise,
the adjustment on a thin wire, with ink blots to examine.
But a poet does, again and again, pounding at raw meat,
to settle a matter…but we never settle…there is always
one thing more. Death, maturity, seasonals. Let’s dig
up that grave. First we jump in, holding onto leaves dyed
in various tinctures. Often we swing over, on our trapeze,
thinking we are invincible - we don’t see the six foot ravine.
Not feeling trapped at all, until the Ice Queen shows up.
We paint that buttercup white, as if it were virtuous.
She vividly holds up the scales to weigh our slights,
to slow us down…now,
we dribble upon the page…drivelling every nuance, as if
our kids (our words) were leaving home and we need to drill
just one more thing. Sadly our words will hang
and slowly scroll away…our scribbles fondly remembered
by a few for a while (and our smile)
Paint giraffes ouside the line, and gaffes - keep them in time.
Don’t be afraid to annunciate or not…to be literate or
alliterative…to be silly…oh do be silly…to be human…
to be common or uncommon…we all have our place.
We are the apostrophes, colons and periods. We stop
in mid-sentence a lot. We throw the hammer down
with an exclamation point or dot. We write run ons
or put out briefs. We admire awe. This is just a small
treatise of thought…a mud pie, but certainly not
a prize…but I say, the prize is in the beholder’s stall.
3/13/2023
IN THESE BABYLONIAN TIMES PS
(A Palming Allegorical Rendering)
With elephant ears,
And the keenness of giraffes,
Let’s become as owls:
Divine wisdom and guidance,
Eagle-winging us justice:-
In our life’s nature,
Trials and tribulations come:
So does conquering:-
In Babylonian times,
Seek your new Jerusalms:-
Jesus rode an ass,
We now have one riding us:
Time to buck him off:-
Leaving no palms to catch him,
Let’s burn away oppression:-
With ashes of hope,
Let’s anoint liberation
And coming justice:-
Let us get to palm swapping
Injustice from our pathway:-
Ever be mindful,
God helps those who help themselves:
Wisdom in their palms:-
Having empath palms is bad;
Not seeking to fill them, worse:-
We’ve overcome worse
Sodom’s and Gomorrah’s trials;
Wisdom guiding us:
Necessary means revealed;
Injustice palm-slapped away:-
Despair wallowing
In apathetic dismay,
Is self defeating:-
With palms of wisdom guiding,
Let’s be self liberating.:-
Excitement is building there is no time to spare
A trip awaits, I ponder what to wear
The kids are all dressed anxious to get out the door
Upon our arrival, we are met by a guide who lets us know what we have in store
We are reminded that we are their guests who greet us in their unique ways
First up, a pride of lions let out a roar, listen to what they say
Giraffes snacking on tree leaves look down and shake their heads as if to say hi
Chimpanzees leap from tree to tree almost like they can fly
Ever wonder what they think of us and why we are free
Think of what they sacrifice just to be on display for us to see
If they could talk what do you think they would say
We must be kind to all living things every day
In my next lifetime I would ask for height.
My head in the clouds, way out of sight.
My hat knocked off by sequoia trees.
My arms long and lanky, swaying in the breeze.
In my next lifetime people would run down the street
Yelling “giant!” in the way of a daily greet.
I would live in Tokyo and show off my height.
People would love my stature so bright!
Children would run up to me with ladders and lines.
They would climb the rungs. I would be ever so kind.
I would hoist them on my shoulders and give them a walk.
Terrifying them, to hear them scream and squawk!
In my next lifetime I would look down on giraffes.
Calling them “shorty”, making them laugh.
I wish my next life time would start right away.
I am truly tired of being five foot two today.
A place in the sun...bright and shining from early morn.
Ebony tones everywhere..colorful garments
lend an air of festivity....hustle and bustle everywhere.
Streets...bands of steel meander through the city
tall buildings ...cast grotesque shadows along the roads
as trees bow in homage to the new day.
People rushing by...insects trapped in an invisible jar
laughing, singing....white teeth flashing.
Aromatic scents of herbs and spices
emanate from side walk cafes to
tease the senses.
Side walk hawkers...fried fish, fried chicken, fried cassava
tittilate the senses... tempt the taste buds.
Taxis rush at a mad pace oblivious to potholes all the way.
Wildlife a-plenty ....... from lions to giraffes
a colorful scene ....a feast to the eyes.
Flamingoes on the lake.. fiery pink compete with brilliant sunsets,
a world seen behind rose tinted shades.
Even the soil.....red as ochre, black as coal, white as the beaches
a variety of colors throughout the land.
Tea and coffee plantations..a delightful view
in a beautiful land , I once knew
where suffering, hardship, joy and laughter
embrace each other,
The House I Fear Most Lives Within My Shoe,
Contains recordings of my utmost gaffes,
The other, mocks! (Thank God that there are Two!)
Within the front room (where Critics, cuds chew)
Are played the scenes where everybody LAUGHS!
The House I Fear Most Lives Within My Shoe.
And next to it, an organ-parlor, too!
Where musical ‘slips’ turn into giraffes!
The other, mocks! (Thank God that there are Two!)
The Worst: a Hall where all my Words Untrue
Come back at me in spears, spikes, stones and staffs!
The House I Fear Most Lives Within My Shoe.
And Last: a garden sewn only with Rue,
And stones carved with unthankful epitaphs…
The other, mocks! (Thank God that there are Two!)
I’m stuck in them! Though at my feet I hew,
I cannot cut these leather prisons off!
The House I Fear Most Lives Within My Shoe.
The other, mocks! (Thank GOD that there are Two!)
January 8, 2019
I was reluctant to go to the zoo for several reasons.
But you have not been there for so many seasons!
It is more difficult now without legs that work
but my granddaughter begged me with so much perk!
She convinced me, and we had such a fine day!
Watching the monkey, gorillas, and giraffes in play.
I had not realized how tall they are, but from here they are like trees.
It was an October day, and there was a most gentle soft breeze.
We had a few hiccups, but that is to be expected.
But we had so much laughter, I thought we might be arrested!
So if you are hesitating to take a trip because your legs do not work
Find a granddaughter like mine who has plenty of perk!
Wonderful smart—thinking Dr. Theophrastus
Has sold poetry books the utterly fastest.
His lines are tricky. They rhyme and dance.
His words are sticky. They preen and they prance.
His rhyming books make people insanely happy.
They are whimsical and fun, powerfully snappy.
With a whistle and a wink, they go along sweetly.
With a thistle painted pink, they are cartooned completely.
They make us laugh, they tickle our funny bones.
They brighten giraffes, who are asking for bank loans.
They make crazy people smile and toot and sometimes laugh.
Keep 4-H kids company while they are lying with their calf.
Dr. T’s poems are creative and fun, lively and jazzy.
They are head-spinning works of art, done amazingly snazzy.
They take astronauts and fling them high above the moon.
And toss whirly whippsy wiggins in yesterday’s monsoon.
They are lively and quick, understood by the common man.
They keep us shiny and slick, and help us love poetry at hand.
They delight all my locked up nephews and my stocked up nieces.
They thrill the cocked up roosters and owls, who love them to pieces.
Written 34-2019 Contest: Honoring Dr. Seuss
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner
Let’s keep on learning* amidst reading glow
Kindled by wondrous interest to grow
Radiating wisdom along knowledge flow
To vanquish ignorance and folly’s blow.
Led by guiding light of truth’s Source aright
Let’s read God’s Word** for instructions so bright
Seeking to absorb divine news’ delight
So we can share love and grace with peace-might.
Expanding horizons, smiting doubt’s fear
Let’s advance, soaring toward changes’ steer
Reaching to impossibilities’ cheer
For development of functional gear.
Triumphant in fulfilling assigned roles
Let’s enjoy blessed life with learning goals
Blending ideas of different poles
Pulling others from vain deceits’ sinkholes.
(From Contest Sponsor: *8. She could read anything now, he said, and once you can read anything you can learn everything. It was up to her. “Nobody’s come close to filling their brains,” he said. “We’re all like giraffes not using their necks to reach the higher leaves.” Owens, Delia. Where the Crawdads Sing, Chapter 18: “White Canoe” (p. 131).
**2 Timothy 2:15 Study to shew thyself approved unto God, a workman that needeth not to be ashamed, rightly dividing the word of truth.
January 3, 2023
1st place, "Feel Free" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Sara Kendrick; judged on 1/6/2023.