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An Ancient crazy Ox,
Once had a whacking job,
Breaking on the dance floor,
One too many holes to show!
A sleepy grizzly bear on four,
Drinking ale with a drunkard
boar,
On board a rocking Boat with
one oar,
Singing 'bottles of rum' from
Jamaica to Singapore!
Mind me manners toward
Capitano Lady Fox,
Upon the infamous pirate
ship at Bencoolen's seaport,
Gives me dreaded shivers me
back as she reckons me
ransom...
Or walk the plank on her
fancy at devil's watch!
Her bastard crews scattered
around the world by
misadventure,
Come crawling back surely
from as far as America to
India, Oxes,Bears,Otters,Boars
and nasty Mr.one-eyed
badger!
Assign her coloured flags of
the Dark Paws!
Get ready to sail and soar on
open seawater.
'ALL PAWS ON DECK !' yell the
first mate Mr.Badger at the
aft,
Scurry me *****es of a
pirate's whore or there'll be
no sunshine on your arses!
And glide she did towards
Shanghai's blossom ...
And on her voyage she pick
up the grizzly bear and
drunkard boar,
With a slashing whip on
those Scumbags with her
foxy's paw she gave in to her
pleasure!
Beware merchants and sea
travellers be on your guard,
The sinister Black Paws is
coming your way...
And by the hairy ass of
Bloody
Mary have mercy on you,
When she prey upon your
vessels on golden horizon
ablaze !!
Ahoy there and shiver me
timbers this take becomes
hotter,
A tale of battles with pirates
and the western kingdom.....
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Nancy Jones
New Contest
Form:
In a boundless night, I slip through the veils of undefined time,
where I glimpsed you as a star lost in an ocean of abyssal dreams,
in a silk delirium of shadows dancing ceaselessly,
where the golden horizon melts dreams into dawn, like fire melting brass.
With hands that have never touched you, I reached out like a bird to the sky,
whispering your name, a sweet echo in the unknown air of the heart,
and when you came, like a breath of wind bringing spring—
I did not lose myself in wonder, but felt the fullness of eternity.
I just sighed deeply, like a spring finding its way to the river,
as if I had waited for ages to immerse my soul in your presence,
the moment your steps enter my waking world, like a dance of spirits,
like an ancient longing finally fulfilled, like a story told by the wind.
The essence of time unravels into strips of light flowing like sand,
and I, a silent witness to this secret meeting, become part of the story,
I feel how silence turns to music and how each sigh is an eternal verse,
and how each sigh transforms into an eternal echo, like a call from the depths.
On the edge of the dream, your outline rises like a banner in the wind,
as natural as the sunrise embracing the mountains, a new beginning,
and I, a traveler between two worlds, recognize you as a part of me,
that was never lost, only hidden in the shadow of desire.
The clumps of climbing cotton clouds float slowly away,
brushing the azure spread of the end-summer’s ashen sky.
The returning birds bathe in the glimmer of the blue bay,
in the amber twilight gleam to the auburn nest they all fly,
as autumn arrives with chromatic kaleidoscope on the sly.
In the lucent edge of the sunburst sky the golden horizon
splits the surreal sunbeam in the spectrum of radiant rays,
sparkle of hues spilling from the palette colors the dawn.
Bowed down slender blades of fawn grass rise and sway
in crisp air on the lap of meadow turning green from gray.
The pasture wears the crafted crown of shining topaz dew,
flickering with the pearly flair of dawn’s chalcedony glow.
Lining the sun-splashed cinnabar garden path paved anew,
dry trunks of the sepia trees stand on the sienna soil fallow,
hear in the rustle of crimson leaves autumn’s footfall slow.
As the setting scarlet sun sets fire in the fading satin sky,
making a surreal collage of vermillion ember glowing bright.
Under its crimson radiance I wait with the spirit rising high
to greet the sapphire stars sprouting in pellucid autumn night,
soaking cerulean moondust I long to be suffused with delight.
August 26, 2021
NA In Contest : Kaleidoscope
Judged on : August 23, 2021
Contest : August 2021 Na's
Sponsor : Constance La France
Golden sky, greet our eyes
Sincere guests arrive
Sweet sounds remind us of days gone by
Seasons taken for granted
We all do it.... Assume.... Rely.... Impose....Hide....Ignore
Why can't we..... Just trust?
Where were you? Where was I?
A film reel plays behind the scenes
Moments gone instantly
If only.... If only.... The two saddest pairing of words ever spoken
Life, sit awhile as Dawn knocks at the door
Life, hold our hands for a minute, as Sun stops by to remind us of His warmth
Golden sky, greet my eyes
Singing leaves begin to send their summer notes through the morning air
Falling gently to the baked September earth
Memories we want to touch
One more time
Just one more time, we wonder
Would those memories play out the same? Or did we create an imaginary view of the past? More magical, extraordinary, more meaningful than we truly experienced?
Life, sit with us, savor the living, thoughts gone as quickly as they came
Life, your precious face escapes us
All we want is to touch your liveliness, your laughter, one more time
Life, we miss you, remember us as the passage fills the golden dawn
Life looks up to the wonder at the line on the golden horizon and says....
"Only love today”
Memories of love equal worth and immortality. Choose love today. Love wins, always.
You ask me why I love mountains?
I smile in the silence and quiet mind
Seeing the golden horizon with the heavenly sky
To the deep green valleys and the floating white wings
Far from the humankind.
You ask me why I dwell in the mountains?
I cry and I can cry out loud for my heart is free of care
Seeing the distant snowcapped peak
I try to reach her my voice
And I listen to my own cry when she replies.
You ask me why I find peace in the mountains?
The city is down with curses
And here even when a lonely cloud floats lesuirely by
It gives me to breath a fresh air when it passes by
And when I see the same ridge again
It comes with a far horizon that flashes by.
You ask me why I find homely in the mountains?
Keeping company with moon, I never lost my way
Looking back I see the paths I have taken
Blue then, blue beneath the skyline
The moon greeted me with hidden tracks
Revealing the secrets in the forest
Even a leaf becomes a home down my way.
You ask me why I don't want to return back to the plains?
Wind in the vales still outcries my voice
Every droplets falling from the leaves recalls my tears
The clouds floating aimlessly shows me the distance yet to cover
And the misty morning cold holds my breath forever.
“The colorful collage of nature’s marvels makes
a tapestry of vibrant delight”. Quote by Poet
The clumps of climbing cotton clouds float away,
brush the azure of the ashen summer sky.
The returning birds bathe in the blue bay,
in the amber twilight to the auburn nest they fly,
as autumn arrives with chromatic charisma on the sly.
In the lucent sunburst sky the golden horizon
splits the surreal sunbeam in spectrum of radiant rays,
the sparkle of hues from its palette colors the dawn.
Drooped down slender blades of fawn grass sway
in crisp air on the lap of meadow turning green from gray.
The pasture wears the crafted crown of topaz dew,
flickers with pearly flair of dawn’s chalcedony glow.
Lining the sun-splashed cinnabar garden path paved anew,
dry trunks of the sepia trees stand on the sienna soil fallow,
the crimson leaves rustle with autumn’s footfall slow.
The scarlet sunset sets fire in the fading satin sky,
makes a mesmeric collage of vermillion ember bright.
Soaking its cherry radiance I wait with spirit rising high
to greet the sapphire stars sprouting in pellucid autumn night,
draped by cerulean moondust I’m suffused with colorful delight.
Lovely hued flowers adorn my sills, painting over winter's gloom
Budding blossoms, an abundant gift from earth's lavish garden
Spring has arrived in splendor; she is fully clad in fragrant bloom
An array of vivid petals wave to greet me through my open curtain
A banquet for my eyes until the azure skies gallantly darken
Fresh green scapes boldly beckon with promise of sunlit strolls
Winter's slumber has contained all of my audacious desires
The thaw of spring awakens passions welling in my soul
Brilliant butterflies flutter, pristine snowflakes try to aspire
As spring's budding romance is displayed, winter has expired
Melodies enchant the barren forests as leaves sprout in song
Trees sway to spring's beautiful music and burst with creation
Robin's nest caresses bright blue eggs on branches thick and strong
Graceful wings dance on the golden horizon, birds sing in elation
Nature embraced by the sun and earth, spring's miraculous sensation
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
Ninth place in English Quintain A Spring Day contest (Francine Roberts)
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, February 4, 2012
for Francine Robert's english quintain, a spring day contest
Ninth place
for
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In the distance, the fading sun
bade adieu and slipped
behind the golden horizon;
the moon slowly sneaked
from behind the ivory clouds and
greeted the ebony night.
The shadows of the day became
those of the night; flickering
shadows of the ghost of our children.
In the darkness of mind their
whispering echoes are heard—echoes
from wandering spirits whispering—
that slaughtering murders of Emmett Till
and other ebony souls be not forgotten.
Now…in the dawning hours following low twelve…
the moon faithfully waits upon the returning sun.
Indeed, it is not so much that the moon waits for day,
rather it is the rising sun…in the presence of the moon…
that breaks cosmic shackles…setting a new day afoot…
Albeit this is the nature of things in nature, we cannot wait
for the return of that freedom only God can give;
no, we can’t wait for the wrinkles of justice to be ironed out.
In the midst of old anvils of injustice and racist creeds,
we must be as strong black hammers moulding destiny now.
So rise you mighty ebon liberating warriors; now is the time and
the time is now—today justice waits to be released from bondage.
A familiar aroma wafted towards me,
As I looked up into blue azure skies,
And far beyond, a golden horizon.
I could barely see the shapes of an old
Man holding a young child’s hand,
The man wore a long white robe
And was smoking a handcrafted
Pipe, and the spiraling smoke from it,
Triggered a memory, who was this man.
He didn’t speak much until
I asked him who the child was, He
Granted us a short encounter
The old man said,
So that you can briefly meet.
Tears rolled down my face
As I took the child
And held him tightly in my arms,
For an everlasting moment, a miracle!
We are your guardian angels he said,
Taking back my bundle of life,
And gradually disappearing with his
Charge, leaving behind a trail of smoke
The aroma of which was distinctly the
Tobacco my father smoked. My father
Holding my child's hand, his grandson
Who died when only five days old,
And whom I had never met,
Celestial beings permitted to appear,
And just as quickly disappear,
Their message I believe, that one day we
Would meet, in the presence of His love
Within the realms of heaven above.
Poem of the Day - 18.9.2021
In silence the crimson sun has gone down
The twilight glimmer of the golden horizon
Holds the ashen hands of the night falling
Buds of stars sprout one by one shimmering
In satin sky
In serene sky
From the moonbeam fountain you alight
Glitter like the enticing sheen of starlight
I see you
I seek you
On the silver soaked beach of the cobalt sea
You walk in dulcet steps on the sonata of glee
I see you
I seek you
Surge of waves brings to shore strings of peals
Adorn your ivory feet with cadence of curls
From the moonbeam fountain you alight
Glitter like the enticing sheen of starlight
I see you
I seek you
An angel you walk in grace on the dream trail
Mystique face radiates aura behind stardust veil
You smile
For a while
You come dancing to embrace me so ardently
My heart beats like cascading stream of ecstasy
I hold you
I fondle you
From the moonbeam fountain you alight
Glitter like the enticing sheen of starlight
I see you
I seek you
I need
You
January 23, 2020
Contest : Sonata Lyrics
Sponsor : James Edward Lee Sr