Long Natureme Poems
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Bu….
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Woman, shut your trap
I can’t get a word in edge ways because of your flap
Let me speak and you will see
It was another bird having an affair who looked like me
Shut your clanging man hole, for goodness sake
Me head is splitting, give me a break
Now you will suffer from lockjaw
As I clamp your beak with my left claw
Who the hell is this other female bird?
I would not cheat on you that would be absurd
Look around we all look alike
Do something useful like loose weight, get a bike
If you keep making a scene I’ll take a hike
Don’t you dare flap your wings at me
With your tweet, tweet, tweet twittering
Leave me alone, get a life
Oh forgive me madam, wrong wife…
** Francine Roberts’ contest**
She picked up a rose
A red sweet smelling rose
Smelled it once
Looked at it once
Then started breaking it
The first petal went down
With he loves me
The second with he loves me not
And then one more and more and more
With every petal
The rose said ‘ouch’
And a drop of blood
Fell on the ground
She went on plucking
Not seeing or feeling anything
Then the last petal fell
With he loves me not
There remained only
A small heart in her palm
She looked down at it
For only a moment
And crushed it between her palms
Threw it on the ground
And walked away
And there lay the dead rose
Pale and crushed
Dying because she wanted to know
Whether he loves her or not.
Form:
In the very warm May' afternoon,
I decided to take a stroll instead of being blue,
and getting a little adventurous was to discover
another pansy or violet bloom;
these flowers were the precious gifts of a little and frivolous lover,
who gave them to the prettiest ones who loved a boy in pursue:
and as the rain fell on the maples,
they giggled like silly kids hiding their dimples...
And who was listening what they were whispered?
The songbirds that watched them from the dripping, thick branches,
perhaps learning some of the human behavior from the tenderest ones,
who were quite funny and silly, and made great chums;
gitty was a word they did not comprehend,
but happily they chirped to make them glide and dance:
until their enthusiasm and frenzy did fray,
and they stopped, overcome by their fraility...
And would their sentinel's eyes move away and focus
on the unhappy butterflies that failed to flaunt their skills,
on the meadow of dandelions I waited to be chased,
but birds and butterflies flew away to warn me of a foul play:
with the fury of an impeding storm, they jumped on me
and began tickling my bare feet, to make me pay for my teasing;
delirious as a frantic clown, I laughed too hard to beg for mercy,
but they, the clever ones, ran off and left me screaming...
And as the rain fell on the maples, the haw-keyed Weimaraner
came to lick my cheeks, to give me comfort for my defeat,
and he barked and beckoned me to follow him to a nearby hiding:
there the brats were plotting their next michievous scheme
by water-filled balloons and a heap of shaving cream,
as they instructed one another how to surprise me in my retreat;
and as the rain fell on the maples towards early evening,
all their flabby plans came to an end, unable to outsmart their admirer...
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
~Soup To Go~
This summer~ all I want is a bowl of soup
A secret flavor that combines every veggie group
An outcast taste of ancient granola herbs
All kinds of extracts that create different verbs
I will leave the table only to dance out in the rain
Round and round in wonder catering out my sweet refrain
I will visit mother and tell her I forgot her recipe
Brag about my soup and how I used and stole her ecstasy
Paint about the life she gives the grounded trees
Think about the sugar that makes me surrender to her sweet debris
I will order me a special~ with the right poetry breeze
Exchange my cookie dough with mothers pollen seeds
Hide behind her oak tree and listen to her endlessly
I can even cook myself a picture making nature my enemy
Close my eyes and smell the mist of self control
Hold on to my emotion and take a sip of my soup bowl
Add extra salt and pepper to every line I manipulate
Swirl my spoon around and smile at every thing I hate
Come sit down with me and collaborate
Lets cabbage out on mothers nature's plate
Wakening up to her blossoming sauce that drips with a certain flow
Driving by her White castle, and stare at another soup to go
Order me; a soup of all the things I see
Order me; a soup made out of mystery
Order me; a soup out of the things I wanna be
Order me; a soup made out of the sadness found inside of me
Order me; a coffee to go with my poetry soup
Type me a funny comment that will add a smile to my food group:-)
by;p.d.
Soaring high above the grassy terrain,
Which renders much more than daily grain.
The waving grass is inviting me aground,
But cautiously first I'll just look around.
Effortlessly floating aloft on thermal air,
I soar in large circles as below I stare.
A running Titmouse having now caught my eye,
has given me reason to soon leave the sky.
A dead tree branch has now become my perch,
as I stand a moment to continue my search.
Again detecting movement in the grass below,
as the mouse catches my eye off stealthily I go.
An occasional shrill cry is my only sound,
next my shadow, from above, on the ground.
With one swift lurch its life soon will end,
with beak and talons its small body I'll rend.
A daily occurrence in the food chain you see,
while I hunt for mice, other things hunt me.
My reason for killing, to survive, unlike man,
who kills me for pleasure and because he can.
Forgotten what it was to be alive
Then I see this glorious sunrise
Each one totally different
Today casts shadows of orange
Onto the charcoal gray whispy
Clouds
Clouds that have been painted
With an artist fan brush
Light and whispy seemingly
Stationary, Not moving an
Inch just sitting there for me
Fog not as heavy
Air slightly warmer
Shilouettes of trees
With up stretched arms
Relishing the early suns warmth
No lizzards near
Just the quiet presence
Feeling him here
He has gifted me
With the morning
The best part of the day
Help me to soak in the presence
To relax, refresh my spirit
With purpose so I can enjoy
Contentment today
Form:
Night Sighs
I. the fox
fox slings by the road
we see his eyes glow like moons
he seeks a quick meal
body low and quick
he trots beside the gravel
and lifts up his nose
headlights capture him
his ready meal forgotten
he turns toward home
II. the wolves
two wolves in the pines
by the cabin they watch us
we are unaware
one male, one female
she in front, looking forward
he guards from behind
waiting for their prey
she carries the signal key
he follows her lead
III. the coyote
coyote is close
his song beckons me to come
a sigh in the night
I hear his welcome
haunting notes hang longingly
in the cold night air
morning reveals tracks
he waited for me to join
I sweep them away
I'm named a willow tree and live in grace,
the whole of me distinctive in its shape.
My elegance well suits this lush landscape
of hillocks flung across the field I face. . .
and gentle rills meander through this place.
In spring I don a long virescent cape
comprised of many supple arms that drape
to earth and, with Eve’s shadows, interlace.
Oh, countless times Sun’s flecked my every leaf
and Sky distilled her stars as night would creep.
Young lovers, though, have fled, their time so brief.
They used to spread a cloth to eat; then sleep
beneath me in my shade. They knew no grief. . .
Not privy to their destiny, I weep.
Bring the sky nearer to me
give me back the childhood days,
so near to me that I can see
a rainbow's kiss with sunrays!
Give me back the childhood days
those wonder eyes to see in sky,
a rainbow's kiss with sunrays
butterfly dreams free to fly!
Those wonder eyes to see in sky
a twilight's birth with morning dream,
butterfly dreams free to fly
like childhood dawn's first sun beam!
A twilight's birth with morning dream
so near to me that I can see,
like childhood dawn's first sun beam
bring the sky nearer to me!
© kashinath karmakar
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Placement:5th; (March 2011)
Contest:Back to Back
Sponsor:Paula Swanson
By:kashinath karmakar (15th March 2011)
a crack of thunder
shatters the silence
and a flash
of lightening
crosses the sky
it is you comming to me
after so much time
my lands are very thirsty
and my valleys very dry
why is it so long
for your visit
my beautiful loving sky
cover me with your clouds
and rain before passing by
send your violent torrents
through desert floors
and flood
cool me with your wind
give me all your love
before you go away
is there nothing i can do
can't i make you stay
with a little something blue
look at desert flowers and colors
i have brought
look at desert land scape
after water and dirt have fought
look at creatures living
that slept under the ground
feel that feeling living
ever scence you came around
but, look at clouds dancing
twards the eastern side of the sky
your final winds are blowing
and i'm to dry to cry