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Kyrielle Two
Dry caverns yearn for fountainheads
Splashing whirlpools filling streambeds
Dusty grottos of emptiness
Laugh with wellspring’s joyful excess.
Parched hollows in transformation,
In arid anticipation,
Longing aqua waves sweet press
Laugh with wellspring’s joyful excess.
Deep reservoir of creation
Hears the flowing invitation
Swirling clear tides swell in access
Laugh with wellspring’s joyful excess.
Dulcet fountains gush in rebirth
Sweet waters burst out from dry earth
Living waters with grace to bless
Laugh with wellspring’s joyful excess
8-10-22
Contest: Kyrielle with a Water Theme
Sponsor: Kim Rodriques
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Standing on felled trunks and fallen leaves —
Desolate members of a fractured society —
Palms whose long and winding stretch marks emit
Brotherly sustenance among inherited groves.
Aroma hangs preciously on the unseen rafts of
Grottos of local ambience, opening and unlatching
The shut avenues of myth-making tradition.
I stand among them —these
Sober trunks of fertility, and grand crawling soldiers,
Whose water receptacles provide the gush of tasty
Deluge used in purifying man, in oiling the creaky
Joints of eternal being.
This lane and this vista —the laughing grounds of
A broken earth.
If he had boarded the frail proud lady,
My ancestor would have been a hysteric.
It would have been nothing new to him, though —
Boarding such a mighty vessel
With an unsinkable testimonial.
He had been on board Noah’s ark
For more than 40 days and 40 nights —
The first-ever lockdown in the first-ever
Flood pandemic.
He would have consulted an oracle before boarding
Lady Titanic,
To ascertain the position of the sinking stars,
And of course the position of the damned iceberg —
That monstrously frigid, vengeful, whitish monster,
Sitting like a proud humongous harlot on
The wavy vestibule of the docile North Atlantic.
He would have winced loudly from the cruel cold of
A bland and unforgiving April.
The Atlantic would have seemed so small to him,
Having floated on many oceans-in-one during
Uncle Noah’s wayward flood.
Things would have been different.
He would have sent off a dove and a raven
Before The Titanic set sail, to survey the grottos of the Atlantic.
The birds would have returned with news of the ocean,
Bringing tales wrapped in olive leaves, of any old
Scrimmage between the waves
And the iron foot of the jealous iceberg.
That would have been BREAKING NEWS,
Written BOLDLY in RED,
The colour of sea-danger, sea-terror . . . .
Things would have been different!
Perhaps The Titanic would have plied the reverse side of
The Atlantic . . . You know! . . . The less slippery side.
Less frenetic and less troublesome, and with no icebergs,
No matter how frigid the weather, in that flustered April,
Which my ancestor would have primarily called The Fourth Moon.
Yes! . . .
Sailing stealthily behind the Atlantic; the other side of it less travelled,
Cautious of the envy of the destroyer known euphemistically as Iceberg.
True . . . !
Like visiting the moon via the reverse side . . . ! Where the craters are
Perpetually on night shift . . . .
And things would have been different.
Lest I forget: a Greek ancestor would have brewed coffee with seawater.
And if greenish bubbles bobbed about, he would rather have hailed a barque.
I am a basset hound and I love to play
I can run and jump all day
I really love magic and tricks
I also love chocolate bics
Yummy! They are so good
I would eat a packet a day if I could
My name is Lady and here is a story all about me
I'm a funny looking dog you see:
Lady was home alone
All she had was her green plastic bone
Her owners had gone out for the day
And Lady really wanted to play
Miserable, she lay on the ground with her long floppy ears
With watery eyes, it seemed as though she was about to burst into tears
Suddenly she perked up when she heard a squeaking sound coming from the house
Lady became excited, she hoped it was a mouse
She barked out loud and ran towards the sound
Lady was such a clever basset hound
With her long nose, she sniffed out the little mouse in his hiding place
The whole morning turned into a playful ‘dog and mouse’ chase!
The mouse was too fast for her and escaped through a small crack in the wall
He was terrified of this funny looking dog who stood two feet tall
Exhausted, Lady flopped down in her basket to rest
She had tried her very, very best
She closed her eyes and had a long nap
And dreamt that she managed to squeeze through the scary dog flap
When Lady woke up, her throat felt dry
She needed a gallon of water to drink and she alone knew why!
The sun was shining and it was hot
She found her bowl and gulped down the lot
Lady looked at the new dog flap
She lifted up one of her paws and gave it a sharp tap
She took a chance and pushed herself through the gap
Relief flooded through her, she had made it out of the flap
Out in the sun
It was time for more fun
Lady headed to the beach
It wasn’t far, within her reach
Calm blue sea with the tiniest of waves
Grottos and amazing caves
Lady’s paw marks were all over the sand
She loved to play by the sea and on land
Cool air blew around her as she splashed around in the sea
What a great feeling it was to be free!
The aroma of food was all around
She was always hungry, this hilarious hound
An ice-cream van was parked nearby
Lady drooled and just stood by
A young couple spotted the little dog sitting down on her own
Her sad brown eyes caught their attention, they each bought her a cone
Lady wished that she could shout
She clenched both cones in her mouth
She licked off the chocolate ice-cream and wolfed down the rest
A dedication by Joe:
In one minute of expression!
In the hour of an age;
I saw the fruit of inspiration
A largesse from heaven’s mage.
So I reached out to its fire
My heart big as blue sky
Just a soul tugged by awareness;
such elucidation I’d descried.
These words could melt in my essence!
The very being of my breath….
I sensed delight could dance between us
true life rejoice o’er mortal death.
Maverick © 4/5/2012
Form: Celestial Verse
The Maverick
Dedication by Michelle:
Within silent chambers of darkened grottos
wandered displaced, my weary muse.
Until he jumped forth from a page of notion
this steadfast man of no recues.
Blue flames did stoke declining embers,
he gave the spark to matchstick thought.
Within a fiery blaze of blessed insight
his verse and rhyme my spirit caught.
.
Idle minds can’t spin on moving axis
though cognitive fire will sing and dance
Guided by captivating poetic precinct
I affably admire his erudite stance.
© Joe Maverick.co.uk and
© Michelle Mac Donald. Canada Inc
24/05/2012
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She stood amidst the tropic breeze
the girl with blue Aruba eyes
Between the fruiting mango trees
neath pastel sunset shimmered skies
Meandering this summer’s eve
we stroll the shoreline hand in hand
Where lemongrass and grottos weave
and footprints wander in the sand
Alone this twilight paradise
as moonbeams glow on suntanned skin
Melodic turquoise waves entice
a seaside romance to begin
When here on dampened shore we kiss
my heart it beats in whispered sighs
Her beauty is my island bliss
the girl with blue Aruba eyes
~
Since it is winter, I thought I’d take a poetic trip to the tropics
Care to join me
All the Ladies love spring flowers
Believe in fairies dancing in the wood
Cupid arrows has their name on
Daisy chains as signs of love
Every lady loves fresh flowers
For birthdays or just true love
Gardens bright with daffodils
Hedgehogs waking for the spring
In an ancient wood blue bells flower
Just strolling in them makes you smile
Kiddies checking buttercups , if butter is their cup of tea
Ladies plucking petals, he loves me, he loves me not
Make believe hidden grottos
Never knowing if April showers will wet you to your skin
Old man river trunbles slowly
People punting and birds a singing
Quintessential English springs
Raining when the weather wants to
Sunny when you give me that smile
Tank tops worn as the weather warms you
Umbrella's at the ready
Village greens with cricket pitches made ready for a day's play
Willow on to leather and then a cup of tea
Xmas thoughts have been forgotten on this spring day
Zig zagging swallows in the skys.
comp entry 11/04/2016
Chloe Broadbent
Stillborn 1899
My simple soul, my eyes,
Have never beheld the jewel of the night,
The morning star that ushers in
The dawning of a new day.
My brief inner heartbeat has never felt
The gentle pelting of the rain,
As it descends downward
Gently, peacefully, magically,
Like the mist of a cascading waterfall
Hidden deeply
Far away
Somewhere in the distance
In the mysterious grottos and crevices
Created by God,
My only friend.
Dearest mother.
Although we were together for those nine months,
I never knew you.
My simple soul, my eyes,
Never beheld your soul, and your eyes.
And although you held me,
I never held you.
Citizens of Earth:
You have no idea.
You have no idea.
Christmas time is nearly here,
Hope you have a special day,
With love, happiness and cheer.
Treasure the times with loved ones,
The moments together you share,
Remember the people in our hearts,
Who are no longer there.
There are beautiful Christmas trees,
Decorations galore,
People busy Christmas shopping,
Christmas grottos to explore.
Some people have Christmas party's
With an extra drink or two!
Others may have a quiet day,
With family and friends together,
It's wonderful to see them,
Memories to share forever.
It's not just about the presents,
It's the special times together,
That really matters and counts,
However you spend your day ,
Wishing you all a Happy Christmas,
Hope it's special in your own way!
WISHING YOU ALL A VERY HAPPY CHRISTMAS AND A
HAPPY NEW YEAR.