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Deep in the forest, where gnarly trees grow
There's a kingdom called Poetry, where verses never cease to flow
Anyone could challenge for the throne who had poetic skill
Then would begin the battle, the battle of the quills!
The king was challenged for the throne by a poet named Will
The king weaved his golden quill with great skill
and beat him easily, for his metaphors were weak,
The king then put him in the dungeon for a week!
But it was said that the queen was a witch
Who stole the thoughts of other poets making them her own
She won every battle without a hitch
It seemed she'd always be on the throne
When upon her magic mirror she would call
It always said she was the best poetess of all
Throughout the kingdom it was told
That a girl, Cindy, who was only sixteen years old
Could weave her words with metaphors untold
Her poems were stellar, glittering like gold
When the queen heard of this, she asked her mirror again
But the mirror told her she would lose her reign
The lass said she would challenge for the throne
But they warned of the queen's powers, which were well known
The girl's mother gave her a brooch that would repel
Any of the queen's intrusive spells
So the lass challenged for the throne
The queen laughed, thinking the girl's muse she could clone
All the people gathered round, for it was indeed a thrill
To watch poets weave verses in the battle of the quills
The queen tried to steal her words, but to no avail
Cindy won the battle, the queen's plan had failed
People began cheering and dancing all around
Cindy became queen, and proudly wore the crown!!
Soulmendilian
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
The fairy field in far away land has a mystery bounce in emerald hills
Our maiden Catherine is captive in a stadium.
O we come from overseas and over hills in agony panting faintly to rescue our bonny trophy Catherine.
My Captain Indonesia and I in full battle cry.
A brave mistake ..
There waits a snarling dragon at the crease we haste to stump his release.
Catherine O you lass of beauty locked up there high in a glass cage.
Precious wait on us.
The cricket weather is fine and this pitch we know.
We have the bark .. The team is armed ..
Soulmendilian my old cricket bat ..
Let us bat on hard
Don't let me down.
Let us fight back hard.
Their army wears black cap.
First in they fly us high with big six's and four's over all boundary's.
Captain Indonesia and I we will not give in.
Oy our fielding ready to stump their cocks ready for a catch or bowl.
The run-up is narrow and the loop is spun in air ..
The dragon and his bat is confused.
The bails yow fly atop the stumps his bat did not hit the big strike.
Eleven in eleven out they fill us out afterwards.
O Catherine trophy we came to fetch you and could not get you.
Yet we slayed the dragon.
Sure , sore and sorry we did not bat too many the six.
We battered amnesia and a wicked wicket.
Our souls are not mended.
And our ashes will be cremated.
Indonesia my captain and I.
Soulmendilian.. my cricket bat ..
It's time to retire.
Callisto, the chaste, was Artemis’ ardent acolyte,
Daugher of Lycaon, was most beauteous and fair.
Zeus, besotted, imposed his Divine Right,
In Artemis' guise he seduced Calisto without care.
Daughter of Lycaon, was most beauteous and fair.
Artemis, furious of her disciple's break of vow,
(In Artemis' guise he seduced Calisto without care)
Turned her Ursine, said that was enow.
Artemis, furious of her disciple's break of vow,
The hapless young lass was left on her sad fate to bemoan,
Turned her Ursine, said that was enow
But Juno, most jealous, wouldn’t leave her alone.
The hapless young lass was left on her sad fate to bemoan,
Zeus taking pity Callisto did shield.
Juno, most jealous, wouldn’t leave her alone,
By Artemis arrow she wanted her felled on the field.
Zeus taking pity Callisto did shield,
Foiled Juno's schemes by clever ruse,
(By Artemis' arrow she wanted her felled on the field).
Ursa Major and Minor were formed for mariners’ use!
Foiled Juno's schemes by clever ruse,
The Northern skies adorn them yet,
Ursa Major and Minor formed for mariners’ use,
For eons now, below horizon they never set.
The Northern skies adorn them yet,
Zeus, besotted, imposed his Divine Right,
For eons now, below horizon they never set,
Callisto, the chaste, was Artemis’ ardent acolyte.
A Rhyming Pantoum of Five Stanzas Poetry Contest sponsored by L Milton Hankins
Date written: 09 May 2022
Apostle Matthew encountered...
artist, dragon and gangster extraordinaire
Written September ninth,
two thousand and twenty one.
Reposted exactly three years later.
Here at 2 Highland Manor Drive
Schwenksville, Pennsylvania.
Actually all three people
linkedin to each other courtesy
Dissociative Identity Disorder
(Multiple Personality Disorder).
Wiccan up to mystical alien way
I raptly listened as she didst soothsay
scanned -- din heavy yen reference
about paganistic folkloric history
regarding Sweden and Oslo (also) Norway.
The missus dubbed
aforementioned young gal "curvy girl,"
a zaftig smart young woman
super talented self taught herself
to draw, sketch, and paint.
Only unmarried millennial men need apply,
perhaps someone who hails from buckeye
state - ideally above average
humorous gallivanting fellow
plus somewhat meshuggeneh cockeye
Louie garden variety
wealthy eccentric recluse
who doth blatantly defy
establishmentarian paradigm
you rarely espy,
cause he stays sequestered
about dozen doors down
from (femme fatale) ha
said alluded to chick named
three faces of
eve vent jewel one named Jen Fry
easy on the eyes
courtesy me, a generic guy,
who experienced amicable chat
referencing aforementioned lass
the first encounter with her
found yours truly saying "hi"
devoid of ulterior motives
only casual acquaintanceship did I imply
cuz even if this former bachelor
(got married twenty fifth of July
nineteen hundred and ninety six)
hypothetically decoupled,
cuz the age difference between us
quite substantial qua aging baby boomer
born two years after Bridge
over the River Kwai
filmed - then rocked to sleep
courtesy Brahms lullaby
if fain to sire offspring with lass
(young enough to be my daughter)
kiddos would witness their papa to mummify.
Our friendly communication
peppered with structures of silence
coasted along with zest
and dialed up quite lathered dialogue
betwixt us I do attest
mutual comfort level quickly established
between yours truly
and said attractive beefy babe,
who possessed killer thunder thighs
shaking the entire firmament.
Butterflies racing towards the sky,
With their naive wings, they fly,
Staring at the sun,
'The biggest Sunflower!' they think..
'I'm gonna make you mine..'
Sensuous dew drops on the grass,
Innocent feet of a young lass,
Feeling the dampness of the velvet earth
Stirred with the novelty of passion:
As she sees the butterflies pass..
Often as the world around her tumbles,
She closes her eyes,
And closes her room...
Walls that surround her,
Are as dark as her blinded vision,
The rainbow she paints on the blackness,
Is a drab pattern of faded hues from an old calendar
While a fleeting blue bulb
Alluring the insects of the night,
Is her sun, enlightening
The lush green fields over her concrete floor,
The butterflies sucking nectar,
From the blooming, yet crushed flowers,
Printed on her crooked bedsheet:
Are wrappers of chocolates,
Strewn all over..
The night has come with rain,
Knocking on the window panes
Like a heartfelt clatter,
Promising unconditional love,
That will stay forever.
The Red blending with the Greying sky,
Like blood on a highway street
Threatened of the wild kind of ecstasy..
She let her butterflies go free,
In the storm...
This is my first time to spend Christmas
With your gracious family whom I belong…
Festive spirit I feel as expressed by every lad and lass
Especially that in this country Christmas holiday is so long!
Since you adopted me, I came to learn love’s essence truly
As you live out your faith and practice the verse in the Scriptures
Asserting "A righteous man regardeth the life of his beast” very clearly
Highlighted in this Season of giving, sharing, and caring around love-gestures!
Blessed am I for letting me experience Christmas delights
Through various specialties and delicacies you made me savor
How can I forget the lantern parade with the marching of a bright light
And the carols, hymns, and psalms I listened to while you sing with fervor!
Finally, I thank you for these gifts*:
My new comfortable pen inside your residence
Readying me for my puppies’ birth, creating joy-lifts
Along with all the accessories signifying my motherhood-license!
*Hebrews 11:4 ...God testifying of his gifts...
Personification and Quatrain forms
December 27, 2018
3rd place, "Christmas Pets - Writing Challenge December 2018" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart; judged on 12/31/2018.
There's a story, I would like to sing,
Listen kids, if you've a moment free,
Concerning how I found myself
On the white sands of Waikiki.
One night, I got so roaring drunk,
I was sloshed for more than one year -
A wild party, I got lit like a skunk,
And met a lovely woman there.
Someone must have spiked the punch
With a hallucinogenic drug -
But she was truly beautiful,
So, we cut a crazy rug.
Her long hair was a raven black -
Black as leagues below the sea.
Her skin was soft and white -
Is there a thing called silken ivory?
Her lips were of a cherry red
And sometimes they were raspberry -
Whichever on a given day,
They tasted like heaven to me.
With her cat's flashing, laughing eyes,
I don't know what she saw in me.
I was not really seeing her, but
An image of my fantasy.
For the first time, I looked close at her,
And she looked so close at me -
And that is when we sobered up
On the white sands of Waikiki.
And so, finding we were mismatched,
Two of God's precious creatures, we -
Each went on our separate ways,
Leaving the sands of Waikiki.
Your mother will probably warn you
To avoid such parties, so wild.
She might even go on to say,
"It can cost you dearly, child."
But I will fondly remember
This lass who, my heart, did beguile.
The very reason for that is -
She taught me how to smile.
Cinderella's Christmas Snow-Ball
Once upon a bright snowy Christmas Day
Cinderella wished to go out to play
A snowball fight or skating, she would like
But the sad lass she never gets on ice.
It soon came to Cinder’s, out loud and clear
She really wasn't liked or wanted here
Except to toil all day, morning to night
For the step-family who loathed her sight.
Her father had no say whatsoever
He’d gone and wed a wicked stepmother
Her daughters who were an ugly duo
Took after their mother, very much so.
Cinder’s danced round the kitchen with her broom
Mice would join in, to brighten the gloom
Dreams kept her going, she knew some day
A prince would come and take her away.
Now, Cinder's had a fairy godmother
Who loved and thought the world of her
She came this day and shooed her away
Wrapped up nice and warm for a play day.
Then she waved her magic star-dust wand
All Cinder’s chores were done in respond
The turkey got cooked and so did the pud
For once her girl was let off the hook.
The ugly duo got the shock of their life
To see Cinder’s skate like a dream on ice
Her spins and flips were out of this world
With faces gone green they were lost for words.
Prince Charming came passing along the way
Saw Cinderella and thought "she looks ok"
Most charmed, he invited her to the ball
The rest’s history of a perfect after all.
5th December 2020
Particularly pronounce abscess,
when rites of spring accursedness
prevails, asper testament, sans swell
scored psychological achiness
recording minecrafted history,
viz secreting acridness
permeates profusely predicated puberty,
akin to ambling au naturale adulteress
plethora plush plumage plus perfume
presage prickly profuse inauspicious pre/
post pubescent and adult affectlessness
propensity poisons primary predilection
pummeling poking pillorying
perpetual purgatory with aggressiveness.
Now translated into bumpy
layman's/woman's terms, aye
communicate, albeit stylishly campy
adhering, colluding, and choppily try
trending without trademark obfuscation,
nonetheless, a feeble
attempt might still defy,
an honest to dog ambition to express
how blooming in the dales less
sons glee aware, how lovers press
lips close together, when yours truly
shuttered himself in bedroom
of boyhood home to cope with stress
thus denying, depriving,
and destroying bone
a fied hankering,
asper this pooch hood doth hone
ache, never to experience puppy love
til pooch later in life,
when he became at present
male version, sans crone
revisiting, reliving, and
reflecting being alone
without ever touching, savoring,
and rubbing smooth cheekbone
of a lass - see, this thy reason
Matthew Scott doth bemoan
observing young bucks,
who liberate kickstarter jangling hormone
he oozes with envy those whippersnappers
gathering rosebuds while they may intone
enjoyment, qua the vitality, virility, and victory
before youth fleetingly passes versus millstone
weighing heavier with each passing year
before the grim reaper doth phone!
I met her in the dimness of the night.
Why did we sit near each other I don't know.
It's not that she was such a lovely person
But ugly she was not. That is what I thought.
We were so young then, round sweet eighteen.
Did I love her? Now in my old age I think not.
But I had never dated a girl before,
So infatuation it must surely have been.
Proud I felt that some lass felt something for me.
Prouder still as she lay her head on my shoulders.
We decided to meet next day, go for a swim.
And suddenly the urge so great I kissed her.
But time was cruel for I was madly in love
With love for I never expressed my true love.
Soon we separated and that was the end of all.
But soon I found another and this was for real.