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water cradles embryonic fetus in utero until birth
a necessary ingredient that fosters new born and also original life
heavens relinquish liquid pearl shaped dewdrops to quench the earth
fertilization of ova and sperm when specific conditions rife
else womb and uterus will not expand to a sizable girth
yet despite ideal biological criteria met emotional strife
could undermine this miracle to bring cries and mirth
as witnessed by this husband from debut of offspring by wife
whose first pregnancy necessitated induced labor so doctor could head to the club
golf field plush with deep green swards from freshly fallen gentle recent rain
flushing out the ordinarily hidden now vulnerable grub
from predators on land or those soaring high like an aero plane
susceptible critters helpless to escape from meteorological crafted tub
condemned to become fodder for prey within the biological food chain
critical for balance of nature as an airport hub
serves departure point for global travelers who rely on this networked brain
similar but not exactly like those in search of ale scout out the local pub
lick kingdom to forswear vow to abstain from drink which tonic doth wring
appeasement like precipitation from the sky nourish flora/fauna with mead
either elixir a balm to parched thirst satiated from man-made or natural spring
yet the latter serves the gamut of species to feed
without inebriation nor pennilessness from addiction accompanied by ka-ching
of last red cent acquired from tireless labor or mental task type deed
and rather than being a curse with bodily harm, the rain a blessing does bring
watering parched land versus how former engenders violent behavioral breed!
I remember the day as I stood on the pier
From beyond the point the trawler drew near
Weeks away amidst their wilderness of blue
A crew so brave in their quest to do
Berthing was simple as they had done so before
As I await in anticipation where the fish are stored
Basket after basket, many species graced with ice
Their quota now declared as they await the best price
Smiling faces now radiate all around
So successful from their new found fishing grounds
To their local they celebrate their catch
Back home safely in family attach
On this day as I stand on the pier
Beyond the point no trawler draws near
Weeks away amidst their wilderness of blue
A crew so brave, back on land worries grew
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They love to take long walks along the beach before the sun’s first light
A mother, father and their daughter…while the sky’s still filled with night.
On their walk one morning …they hadn’t traveled vary far
when their daughter pointed to the heavens and said, “Look! A shooting star!”
As they walked a little farther down the beach…was it luck…
or something Fate had planned…
for shimmering in the moonlight…was a starfish…in the sand.
“I wonder,” their daughter said, “If this is the same star we saw shooting across the night?”
Her mom and dad both smiled, “We think you could be right.”
“What are we going to do?” Their daughter said as she began to cry.
“How do we get this fallen star…back into the sky?”
“The solution is quite simple.” Her parents said. “Pick that star up…tenderly…wade out into the water and place it in the sea.”
“You needn’t fret or worry…If that star’s a her or him…
for every star is born with the ability to swim.”
“And each arm of a starfish is created with its own eye…
which will help to guide him on his journey to where the ocean meets the sky.”
“And once she reaches her destination…when the time is right
that star will rejoin all the other stars that brighten up our night.”
The daughter did as we was told…and when she was back on land and dry
She said, “I’m pretty sure when I let her go I saw her wave goodbye.”
They love to remember the smile on their daughter’s face…
as across other shores they roam…
The day their daughter helped a fallen star….
find it’s way back home.
On Day One God created the Heavens and the Earth
On Day Two He firmed up the sky
On Day Three to dry land He gave birth
On day Four He created the Sun, the Moon, and the Stars we navigate by
On Day Five He created all life in the water, all the fish in the sea
On Day Six He created life on land: birds, animals, humans -- Adam and Eve
What He created next was for all life on Earth, especially for you and me
A Day of Perfect Rest, the Crown Jewel of Creation, A Day for all Eternity
So, what did He do on that Holiest of Holies, the Sabbath Day?
Why, He rested from all of His creative labors, that's plain to see
Instructing humankind to do the same, to glorify and praise Him
To bring Heaven and Earth in sync for a day, in glorious harmony
Entry in "What Did God Do on the Seventh Day" contest
Sponsored by: Curtis Moorman
Imagine Earth itself to be just another Troy, from which, after having raged
In countless battles from Tyre to Megiddo has not been conquered, only aged
And now, having defeated the Spartan race, destroying Priam’s home
Odysseus is captain of a spacecraft with the direction of Ithaca not known
On land to land, world to world, asteroid to comet, sun to galaxy he will wander lost
With endless delay, look askance-or with wanderlust-be unable to define a host
Of angels, like the first home, who—with celestial sound—closed God on a throne
Only future starmen will proceed without God's advantage, in empty space all alone
The victory of God against Satan, here, unproclaimed with all men lost, in between
The endless battles of lucifer and the deity; heaven's splinter to the devil's spleen
The past ages of travail, a mere testing ground of efficacy, the master's saving grace
With the bulk of humanity, like chaff of wheat, having been sifted, as if only a race
Mankind, having run as a race, a race, quite long, the original cause forgotten
How corruption had entered, how the fall began, when Eve traipsed the garden
Yet the race of man; his nature, his spoke, his mind, like a wheel intermingled
Along with the path of the gods--their flight, their call--the Seth of Eve first jingled
How could he not but cry out, from crib, in inter-mixed and complex strain
Since so saith Adam's wife, doting upon her first real child aptly named
Appointed to replace her prior kind, one stricken and one banished
Shepherd Abel first, died, from blight of Cain, latter, whose soul famished
If not his body, since fed with fruit and till of the land, in parched curse
His work distilled into nonsense, and measure as much less in worth
Then the gentle, strange and loving work of the Shepherd's hand
From Shepherd to shepherd, the Maker gave not to Abel land
Since he roamed from brook to brook, or down into gentle meadow
With his staff in hand, and flock afoot, only the caves like ghettos
Learning manly ways and singing with chest open and bare
Under open sky, canopy misting light, and all of life seeming fair
The Lord, himself, culling Abel's rapport and favour, giving him trust
Rather than partition acres, cubits or parcels of land, if only just just
Cliffs call me; yonder scenes to see,
Not to leave them dearest plains plea;
Seas see the senile sight and smile,
Heart yearns to fly free for a while…!
Faces of human beings here,
Appear clear as they are just near;
Seagulls seem seagulls; crows seem crows,
Flowers run reality-shows…!
Will the vistas same on high cliffs?
Will I see the sea and sole-skiffs?
Do snakes, instead home-pets, creep there?
Do land-sea touch, there, grip your hair?
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Cliffs stand silent; I understand -
Our holy brotherhood now banned;
Though being on land is pleasant,
Isn't beauty omnipresent?
And so I gladly adventure,
As though curio indenture;
Marvelous feelings venture give,
I could cherish when in grave live…!
O! I stand there; my world gets changed;
Outlooks get my thoughts re-arranged;
Each thing seems great gem of beauty,
Each realm reveals: God on duty...!
19 October 2022
This or That, Vol 14 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
A cataract's fantastic flight
From precipice, the Angel Falls
Cascades cold waters into cauldron's clouds.
Sky divers flying from this fearsome height
Free fall above the cheering crowds.
And climbers clinging, scale sheer walls
A breathless death defying sight.
As sun sets down then twilight fades
Nightfall parades her star spangled dress,
Moonlights dark shadow cloaks her smiling face,
She slowly schemes and masquerades.
Our wildest dreams, evenings embrace,
We look for love, within her sweet caress.
When finally to us,she serenades
A desert island reigns as queen
Her crown a lustrous coral reef,
Washed in warm waters,crystalline
Ferns fronds,her robes of emerald green
Our place of solitude, simply divine,
Where palm trees shade, brings sweet relief.
Those lazy days were so serene.
Volcanoes molten magmas flow
On land where fire and ice delights.
Great Geysir's steaming waters rise,
Where ancient sagas spoke of hell below.
Spectacular, across those evening skies
Aurora's coloured Northern Lights
We watched in awe, her magic lantern show.
Every two months in dear old Australia
A shark attacks a man without failure
Now this very disturbing statistic
Might seem overly simplistic.
But it’s time the nation acted
And had all sharks’ teeth extracted
I know that this might sound rough
But the poor bloke’s just had enough.
Every time he goes for a dip
A bloody shark decides to let rip
He’s got bites on his bum some on the hand
He’s been bitten at sea bitten on land.
Lucky not to be in a shark’s tummy
Bandaged that much he looks like a mummy
Australian men are pretty tough
But this poor bugger’s just had enough.
With eyes that pierce every soul/
Gleaming secrets untold/
Dragons may reign the endless skies/
But on land, scorpions arise/
Symbols deep, ancient and bold/
In desert lands, where stories unfold/
Fearless and mighty/
They stand in might/
Through moonlit nights, through the darkness plight/
Their bravery, strength, and will to strive/
In scorching sands, they come alive/
Unmatched, unyielding, they survive/
A testament to the force of life/
Oh, scorpions, kings of the land/
With armored grace, and stinging hand/
In your silent beauty, I find my delight/
In your shadowed world/
I rise.../
You've heard of me.
You've seen me around.
I nest in cabins, garages, sheds,
Trailer parks, abandoned buildings,
Even on your attic.
I'm not as cuddly as I look,
So don't come near me,
Or dare try to pet me;
You'll get a nasty bite on your finger!
Yes, I'm quite temperamental
And ferocious.
I'm a pest and a half
Who have invaded
almost every habitat you can imagine.
I'm a havoc-wreaker
Who does damage to gardens,
Crops and poultry;
I even knock over trash cans
while scavenging for food.
I hunt both on land and in water,
Munching on insects, fruits, nuts,
Mice, fish, frogs, turtles, etc.
I have gray fur, a ringed tail,
Black stripes on my face,
Long dexterous fingers
That can twist knobs and open doors.
I'm solitary and nocturnal.
I'm a Raccoon.
Date written: 11/14/2021