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(An Abenaki Legend)
Prologue...
After the reptile people had been devoured by fire, ice and flood, Kloskurbeh the ever creating Spirit, sighed, and thought about the worlds he had made across the multiverse, how his breathe had brought life to so many beings. Layers and layers of reality seeded into existence, but many had failed to hear his voice and in the end they had withered.
Legend...
One day in the Dawn Land
a boy came walking.
Many times the boy passed through me
without seeing
eventually I placed a question into his heart.
The boy explained to himself
that he had been born
when the foam and spume
of the sea were heated by the sun.
The next dawn, a girl appeared -
she explained
that she had come from the earth,
a green plant had bore her as fruit.
Time passed, the Dawn children
found each other and rushed to
be together, many morning babes where born,
and by the works of their hands and minds
they thrived.
Then hard times came (as they always must).
Famine came, meat was hard to find.
The mother could no longer feed her children
and she despaired.
I saw all this,
I prayed to Sophia the Great Womb Mother -
for yes even I am created from woman
and all souls are thus female.
I knew also that Nature once seeded, must not be
altered by any good intentions.
The woman ran to the river
wanting to drown her sorrows, the waters rose,
almost submerged she cried out
to whom she knew not what.
Then as her tears flowed, between her legs
green shoots came forth, she felt them, then wadded
back to the river bank to see.
Looking upon this miracle the woman had a vision.
She returned to her mate, and demanded that he
kill her and plant her bones in two piles.
Horrified he objected, but she explained her vision to him.
She insisted, so it was done.
For forty moons her partner stood over her bones
and sorrowed much.
Then one morning the piles sprouted plants.
one was maize the other root tubers.
The Great Mother had seeded Her ‘Will be Done’
upon the soul of the earth.
To this day children are fed by the Earth Mother
and the dark womb of Sophia
where all light and nourishment emanates.
The Algonquin people (after a good catch),
still bury a fish in the fields to honor, I Kloskurbeh
and my Great Mother.
Once upon a TIME*, there was an ant who paid me no MIND. He insisted on going his own WAY, not realizing it was the spider who'd have the last SAY.
I did my best to stir him RIGHT; but he became breakfast before he saw the LIGHT.
I literally witnessed the ant being reeled in by the SPIDER.
I must confess that I felt I didn't belong, like an OUTSIDER. The spider stared at me like I was invading his PRIVACY. Indeed, I was. It was the insect world, and I was an observer in their UNIVERSITY.
011322PSCtest, Insects, Angela Tune
Rymes in Caps.
we are standing beneath a large marquee
to hear arrogant words of some marquis
a horrible man i just hate to see.
However, my obstinate girlfriend , she
insisted we leave our boat at the quay
to attend this function. It was her plea.
I don't understand my fiancé Leigh,
but doing whatever she wants is key!
I hope afterwards they'll at least serve brie.
Nov. 8, 2022
64 Words. Checked by Howmanysyllables.com and RZ (there are actually two other spellings for the ee rhyme sound that are not included in my poem and I was surprised that Leigh actually sounds like Lee!)
For Hilo Poet's Monomixorhyme Poetry Contest
I have no thoughts she said
I laughed, thinking she was kidding.
I have not had a thought since 1978, she added.
This was curious and made her intriguing in a weird way.
I have never been this excited about her.
But now she had primed my interest pump.
I insisted on knowing more; she was suddenly somebody.
What do you mean? I asked her, expecting a fantastic story.
She tried to think but nothing came out.
I have no thoughts, she said.
Why did you throw out 1978? I asked.
I have no idea, she said. I have no idea and no thoughts.
I was irritated now.
She had gone from potentially glamorous and exciting
to just another person who did not know how to use their words.
Totally thoughtless
Two minutes left, then midnight's here.
You know my dad has made it clear,
tho we're engaged, for sure, my dear,
to curfew rules, we must adhere.
Just hold me tight, and do not fear-
your time to leave is almost near.
Don't let two minutes interfere
with our sweet kisses, so sincere.
Love words I whisper in your ear;
you kiss my lips- my souvenir.
One minute left, let's persevere
before we part- you disappear.
Kiss me again- let's get in gear,
fill up this minute in our sphere
of lasting love that soon will steer
us to that day- our new frontier.
Soon, we'll be wed with joy and cheer;
now, our time's up, without a tear,
must say goodnight, but still cohere
in thoughts, until you reappear.
Two minutes gone, midnight's austere;
those curfew rules stab like a spear.
When we are wed, with joy next year,
midnights till dawns- we'll pioneer.
February 5, 2018
~1st Place~
Contest: ''K'' Contest, New Or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Judged: 09/14/2021
Theme Chosen: Kiss
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Note:
The old days of the mid to late 1950s were very different.
I was engaged at 18, and my parents still insisted that I
was home by midnight!
we pressed our noses ‘gainst the restaurant glass
for we were just tossed out upon our ass
cuz we forgot our Covid vaccine pass
becoming citizens - now second class
a passerby informed us that our masks
were not up to their intended task
that we shouldn’t pass around our flask
within sight of the warm and steamy glass
the police were called to move us on our way
we insisted that we had the right to stay
assembled as a group of friends at play
they tasered us much to our shocking dismay
so let this be a lesson to your face
they’d rather that you keep your mask in place
tried to sip your drink with slurp-less grace
quickly left to clear another space
John G. Lawless
©1/14/2022
Inspired by Cy
Early on, I called your look lust.
You named it love, one I should trust.
Startled, my feelings then crushed
A blunt voiced decline of love for us.
Your face folded, alarmed, nonplussed,
Before tenderly probing me to discuss
Why love turned my demeanor to rust.
So I shared, I gave and I conveyed
If love is real it need not persuade
For true love grows, it does not fade –
Not according to plans my heart made.
Again, you said love and I said date,
Do not rush for love gladly waits,
While infatuation will just deflate.
We may have but fleeting gifts to share
To nurture our lives overall core welfare.
Please, I continued, just give it air,
Do not rush to construct a nightmare
Built of walls that leak despair.
Still you insisted I be love ensnared.
Now we live maimed inside walls of warfare
That I stupidly allowed despite my scare.
They said they had found a path to light,
They claimed to have seen the way to Zion.
They revelled in the pleasure of their discovery,
They were granted the joy of their findings.
They insisted they needed no guiding hand,
They believed they required no leading light.
They argued that the mind that knows can lead the eyes that see,
They proclaimed their will to be the blooming meadow of their tomorrow.
But no sooner had they begun their journey than their eyes were opened to their woven differences.
As soon as they started their walk, the darkness within them emerged.
They struggled with one another,
The vitriol within spilled out,
And the dominance of the majority became their primal goal,
Causing them to lose sight of Zion.
Gradually, it became messier than they realized.
They wallowed in the mire of their deeds,
The gloom of their actions pervaded their path,
They fought among themselves, devastating their productive space,
It was a situation of ruined glory.
They were wearied by the burdens resting on their shoulders,
They were fatigued by their incessant troubles,
They were tired of their trail of darkness.
They cried out to the Divine, wondering if He heard them,
Yet nothing seemed to change,
And the absurd still ruled the day.
Oh Divine, come to our rescue,
Lead the atrocious dog to the forest of no return,
Send the sharks to the abyss of stygian nights.
Let the sand reject the footprints of the malevolent,
And let the sky frown upon the nefarious.
His words were mixed with tears
As he knelt on the mountain, bearing the pain of his feeble knees.
She wanted me to meet her pet, but I was not ready to go yet.
Her enormous python and giant black cobra I had already met.
Alligator? Crocodile? Probably something that could tear me apart.
I made excuses for six days, until she said his name is Bart.
Bart? Hmmm. Bart a Billy goat? Bart a bat? Bart a bumblebee?
And he has fur, she added. A mink? A cat? A grizzly?
What is Bart? I asked. For what did I have to lose?
Just get over here, she insisted. And bring my borrowed shoes.
So I went on over, and knocked on the door, shaking a little.
A tomcat came over and unlocked it. He was playing a fiddle.
Where is she? I asked. Tomcat nodded to the kitchen. In with Bart.
I walked slowly toward her and got a shock. Jumped with a start!
What is it? I asked her, fascinated with this creature and his yellow eyes.
I wish I knew, she admitted. He came with a tag that said “Surprise!”
Bart said into earpiece, “I have three specimens, ready for beam up.”
We got taken seconds later, along with Fiddler playing Tomcat Buttercup.
When we were on our way in a giant space ship to outer space
I said to my sister, “This is an embarrassment, a total disgrace.”
“What about me?” she said. “A home invasion, and I was kidnapped by a toy.”
It happens I told her. “Remember tale of Helen of Troy?”
MUD LARKING
Since a kid having a habit of treasure hunt,
whenever got a chance to go on riverside
picking pebbles slimed with pale mud,
scavenging for precious something submerged in alluvial deposit
of holy majestic River Ganges flowing beside my hometown.
During my childhood I accompanied my Grand Mom off and on
when she went to bathe in the river.
Once Grand Mom took me to watch a mini flood.
The tide became violent whelming, perplexing me.
My heart was swollen observing aqua opulence thrashing on bank.
Long staircase of the bathing spot leading to river on gradual immersion.
Strong tide lasted for forty minutes or so.
High rise of water level diminished leaving the usual clay and sludge.
I rejoiced starting my venture of search.
Got startled to find a golden locket
though later it turned a trinket,
yet it was preserved as gem in my vault, a toffee-box.
Next year on vacation, went to Great Grand Mom’s place
Close by flowing a slender stream running giggling with little brittle ripples
I collected two stones: one regular octagonal shaped
sparkling shining glistening.
In frolic mood I showed that to all,
where Mom’s Cousin brother was present
He insisted Mom to give him the stone.
Mom took it away and gifted to her cousin.
An innocent helpless child was cheated.
Second one opaque irregular prismoid with a sharp pointed tip.
It could cut glass perfect precise, a typical property of diamond.
I preserved it for many years but later lost.
As per my medical declaration, remnants of my bone and ash
to be put on River Ganges to blend with clay.
May be on rebirth, me as child to go for mud larking
on edges of River Ganges.
04/06/20