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Once when I was just a kid,
My mom thought 'twould be nice,
If I'd invite some friends to play,
And we could swing outside.
I had a swing set in the yard,
Where I would play for hours.
My daddy built it just for me,
Away from Mommy's flowers.
It stood beneath a large Oak tree,
And even had a sand box.
We played and swung and had a ball,
Got sand in clothes and socks.
Our neighbors had a big red dog,
A loyal, patient friend.
Prince often came to play with us.
He wagged his tail and grinned.
Another dog came on the scene,
And Prince was not amused.
They postured and they sniffed each other.
A dog fight soon ensued.
We screamed and cried and climbed the set,
As Prince and Dog fought on.
Smokey heard our frantic cries,
And raced onto the lawn.
Prince was huge with big white teeth,
And muscles, big and stocky;
But Smokey feared him not and leaped,
And rode him like a jockey.
Smokey sank his claws in deep,
With teeth he grabbed his neck.
The big dog took off down the street,
With Smokey firmly set,
Upon his back, he rode him well,
They soon were out of sight.
We worried that he might get hurt,
In yet another fight;
But he came strolling home real soon,
The hero of the day.
"Don't worry kids', he seemed to say,
'He won't be back today."
For the moment I merely watched him
Running back and forth in his home
I am patient you see
I am full of time plenty
I am the sly one in the darkness and I am hungry
So I waited, all day I waited,
All night I waited, I waited, waited, waited
And in the morning he came out of his house
I waited no more
I struck like a black bolt of lightning streaking down from the heavens
As if Death itself had ripped across space to sever everything with its scythe
I screamed down from heaven and struck
Only to find him leaping up and over me
To tumble in the air and land behind me
I landed in a crouch...
Peering around over my shoulder I gleamed at him
He for his sake I saw glaring back at me balefully with eyes and one hand beckoning me
I snarled
Spun around and lashed out with my whip as I did
He ducked it,
With the speed of sound my fist struck him
He blocked it
Out came my foot, and then the other
He evaded the first, and caught the second
I rolled and struck him across his face with the first
Again I landed on my feet
He staggered back and with a back flip he was ready once more...
He wiped his nose with one hand
Bade me come at him again with the other
A sly half grin on his lips
I charged this impudent fool
Changed direction, spun around
Out came my whip
Out came my foot
And he leaped over my whip
Flipped between my foot
And struck me twice with his own
light kicks to the face meant to shock me more than hurt me
We parted and circled each other
Looking for openings in the other's defenses
And there because I am patient I found it
A chink in his armour of skill and technique
He was mine
Again I rushed him in one smooth fluid motion
Twin kicks, the whip, my fists, and head butt, knees and elbows
In blinding fury, speed and in the space between thought it was over...
He retreated blocking the kicks,
Ducking the whip,
Avoiding the fists left then right
Catching the head butt in his hands
Countering the knees with his knees
The elbows with his elbows
And then...
He did the impossible
He
Defeated me
Rolling backwards he slammed my head into the wall,
Sliding from beneath my crumpling body with his feet
To stand ready inches from my limping body
I remember thinking then as my eyes closed to the world
"That's one damn tough hamster," I get out of the Kitty Clinic in two days
I want a rematch
Before the beginning God was alone
Just Father, Son, and Spirit existed.
And in the beginning God, the one true God,
Created a world without form and filled with darkness.
But God said let there be light,
And there was and He divided them to day and night;
And it was good!
And with His breath God blew and created the sky,
Which separated oceans and clouds from each other.
Then with a thundering shout He caused
The earth to shake and dry land to burst through the seas;
And with a gentle wisper He caused plants to grow upon the ground;
And it was good!
Then with His voice He ripped holes in the night,
And through these holes light burst through;
And he made two larger than the rest
To rule over the night skies of earth;
And it was good!
Then with His hand God placed creatures:
Creatures of the sea in the waters,
And creatures of land upon the ground,
The creatures for the air leaped from His hand,
Then they flew and ruled the sky;
And it was good!
Then God organized with His mind,
For the animals to bear like animals as themselves;
And it was good!
Then God after all this practice molded man
With with His gentle, tender hands in His image
And gave man rule over the earth and the creatures in it;
And it was very good!
Out the window my dream go
Escaped from the clutches of self
Wandering the streets beggarly
A holigan besmeared in slime and guts
Where is my dream? Where is the world I hoped to see myself?
Why is my world gray? Of what hope is me without my dream?
So I wake by dawn.
Armed with my knife and my gun.
Out in search of my dream
In pursuit of wandering hope
I crouch
I crawl
I kneel
I bawl
I wait for time to search for me
I plead with the winds to take me to my dream
I plead to the heavens to see me
10 years old at heart, clutching at his heart.
Alone in the midst of a graduating crowd.
The Best ignored swallowed by the greedy despair
That night, at Midnight, my dream ran
Out the window. Leaped like a monkey
Wandering around the streets beggarly
Unkempt, besmeared in slime and guts
And so I search
High above and down below
For the day I reunite with my dream
But until then, I waste away.
NOVEMBER TWINKLE FAIRY
Little twinkle fairy
from realm of starry firmament
floating on fluffy clouds of November
flapping fluttering feathery wings flip-flop,
descended on verdant valley of Earth.
She stepped on feral grass of wide field at turquoise night.
Slept supine on non-mowed meadow.
Twinkle fairy awoke at dazzling dawn.
Whelmed to descry glistening dew drops
adorning her auburn attire and pearly plaid.
Twinkle fairy had put periwinkle petals
on her diamond-embedded diadem.
Leaped on ridges and creases of pebbled path.
Twinkle fairy walked on wrinkles of furrows.
Frolic fairy in fervent fervid mood
showing fervor to dance delight
on little brittle ripples of calm stream
under soft placid beam of November Sun,
even at noon, but soon sudden gust chasing dust
sent chilled errand.
Twinkle fairy shivered alarmed.
Spread her little wings to soar high.
Misty ambient bade goodbye.
Smog of November enshrouded view.
November Twinkle Fairy to flee in glee,
leaving few zealous moments to remember.
11/01/19
'November Twinkle Fairy' Contest by Caren Krutsinger.
Once when I was just a kid my mom thought t'would be nice,
If I'd invite some friends to play and we could swing outside.
I had a swing set in the yard where I would play for hours.
My daddy built it just for me away from Mommy's flowers.
It stood beneath a large Oak tree and even had a sand box.
We played and swung and had a ball, got sand in clothes and socks.
Our neighbors had a big red dog, a loyal, patient friend.
Prince often came to play with us, he wagged his tail and grinned.
Another dog came on the scene and Prince was not amused.
They postured and they sniffed each other, a dog fight soon ensued.
We screamed and cried and climbed the set as Prince and dog fought on.
Smokey heard our frantic cries and raced onto the lawn.
Prince was huge with big white teeth and muscles big and stocky;
But Smokey feared him not and leaped and rode him like a jockey.
Smokey sank his claws in deep with teeth he grabbed his neck.
The big dog took off down the street with Smokey firmly set,
Upon his back, he rode him well, they soon were out of sight.
We worried that he might get hurt in yet another fight;
But he came strolling home real soon the hero of the day.
"Don't worry kids', he seemed to say, 'he won't be back today."
It started with the castanets, the fiddler chiming in
He had the sweetest melody, the fiddle by his chin
Suddenly, her face appeared, through mist, between the trees
The crowd stood silently because, the dancer came to please
Her long, dark hair was wild and free, her eyes were dark as night
Her body was a sight to see, so tanned and svelte and light
She leaped around the roaring fire, her graceful movements slow
The firelight inside her eyes, announced another show
The yellow flames licked at her feet, she teased them with her dance
And with the shimmer of her veils, they all fell in a trance
The people swayed from side to side, hypnotically, they fell
A hazy look was in their eyes, caught in the dancer’s spell
They swooned together with the beat, their motion was as one
And they would only be released, the time the dance was done
Soon the fiddler slowed his beat, the dancer’s steps complied
Each movement taken gingerly, she let the fiddle guide
And then she pranced into the woods, the music led the way
Until the time she would return, to dance another day
Young and naive from a distance her heart leaped to its highest peak
On his terrace he'd sit lips utter words if the pages could speak
Her eyes showed ruby red as held flooding tears, so very weak
Quiet and steady she kept silent cries to touch his naked cheeks
secrets from afar
immune to the world around
enslaved hopes of love
Under shadow of garden trees among a gallery of crimson azaleas, she strolls
Portrait of beauty at my fingertips, to caress her goodness, oh so slow
She flees when stealing a look upon her; does one follow or just let go?
Burying thoughts in a book and just glance down to see her beautiful glow
silent eyes wander
stroll alongside hand in hand
heartache pages turned
2/16/2017
Poetry Contest : Form H - With A Theme
Sponsored by: Broken Wings | Send Soup Mail
When Rain Came to the Valley
In swelter’s grip, they struggled day to day.
Sweat dripped from them. They barely could keep sane.
In stifling rooms each night they knelt to pray
for God to save their crops with precious rain.
One August morn, their fears got washed away.
They knew their prayers had not been in vain.
They woke up to the sound of pitter-pat.
No sweeter sound in all the world was that!
The pitter-pat got loud and very strong.
From valley houses came their cries of glee.
Rain’s sound seemed to their ears like angels’ song.
Like children running into waves of sea,
they ran and leaped in it, a happy throng
whose suffering at once they all saw flee,
and later, in the twilight’s cool they knelt
to tell their Lord the gratitude they felt.
Sept. 4, 2017 for Dale Gregory Cozart's Summer Rain Storm Poetry Contest
Late into night we sat together to plan the vacation
My husband mentioned an exotic hill station
To which he had been once and had a great time
But my sons preferred another spot fit for adventure
Having entered no amicable settlement
We decided to stop the discussion for the time being
And do some Google search the next day
And went to bed with plans still haunting me
Don’t know when I slipped into a dream
And in my dream I sailed far away over the tame waters
Of a tranquil bay and landed in a magic isle
Never set foot before by anyone alive
A pleasant retreat of birds and beasts
Far removed from world’s dust and heat
A fantasy land with a magic spell
Hidden away at Nature’s veiled breast
The sky was rent with songs of birds
The air, smelling of odors sweet
Here and there were exotic blooms
Bulrush, Blue bells and Lavenders fresh
I roamed frivolously from end to end
Of that enchanted land of idyllic charm
With twining creepers and silken grass
Proclaiming aloud of a perennial spring
My heart leaped in euphoric delight
My senses alerted in ecstatic thrill
My feet moved in an explorer’s gait
After the treasures stashed in its caverns deep
I rambled relentlessly through untrodden paths
Feasting on the marvels, my eyes could catch
Arching trees framing a leafy roof
And fruits, ripe and raw, hanging from every bough
As I tiptoed to pluck the fruits hanging from a bough
My hubby suddenly asked what was wrong
Waking up from my sleep, I realized with a smile
That I have been on my long planned dream vacation
March.16. 2022
My Dream Vacation Poetry Contest
Sponsor- L Milton Hankins