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Watching by the river’s edge
Bright and early in the early morning glow
A female Duck came waddling by
With babies one to eight in a row
Into the water she did go
Little ones followed all in a row
Until it got to number eight
Who got to the edge and stopped to wait
Mother stopped and looked around
Little baby making a quacking sound
Come on in, she did imply
Baby shook his head as if to say why
Brothers, Sisters all looked on amazed
As brother on bank just sat and gazed
At the water, not impressed
Had no intention of being pressed
Into the water as mother wanted
This was one request, not to be granted
Dipped his foot into the water deep
Into this don’t think I will creep
I looked on bewildered and amused
To see a duck look so unenthused
Not intending to do as he was told
Though so small, but yet so bold
Back came mother and a chase ensued
Along the river bank I was bemused
To see this duck in hot pursuit
Of her baby who looked so cute
Once caught, mum grabbed him by the neck
Looked to say, you will by heck
Come into the water with all of us now
No time to waste, learn to swim somehow
Into the water the mother duck went
Full of parental good intent
Put her chick onto the water, who suddenly reared
Went up, went down and disappeared
Panic stricken mum dived down
Grabbed her son who was about to drown
He was panicking flapping his wing
And just as suddenly began to swim
Off he went across the water fast
Mum and remainder followed at last
Down the river they all swam
Out of sight down by the dam
I walked off slightly mystified
To see a Duck that nearly died
But all was well, it ended fine
They all swam off, all in a line
Prescribed blood tests
present no qualms,
unlikely nothing askew i.e.
ticking time bombs
nor prone to catastrophization,
albeit anticipatory anxiety
plus demeanor of poetically titled
medical practitioner allays, calms
alleviates agitation exhibited
by dad's and/or mom's
panic minimizes si? no sweaty palms,
nonetheless precautionary measure taken
thumbing apostle Matthew psalms
ayee feel grateful relatively
clean bill of health.
Nine thirty morning
appointment earlier today
September tenth two
thousand nineteen no way
found yours truly bright
tailed, and bush shay
eyed, cuz mine circadian rhythm
(reed sleepiness), I cannot betray,
yet medical plight concerning
bowel movement analogous to clay
stool pigeons ever ray
now and again plague me: hay
4 four at aye
oh elle dot com, alias math they
you scott harris happy as jay
bird for personable rapport
she, said practitioner did display
offering friendly feedback
proactive measures to avoid
finding mine psyche
analogously scrambled (think) souffle
even absent such agreeable
pharmacological medications keep at bay
panic stricken state
seeding additional gray
hairs (matter of fact
synthesized prescription -
pills selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors)
only necessitate small copay
Medicare bonafide dogsend
whereby nurse practitioner equal
however much she doth weigh,
in salt, though an oft worn cliché
feather in her cap coup d'état
personable, laudable, hospitable...
winning accolades regarding
humbleness and modest stay
expertise within her craft hoop fillet
staving off general mills concerns
reason I wrote rhyme, eh somewhat passé
even Mister Ed would neigh say
so with his horse sense to stirrup
unbridled jollity - me hoof finds rein
ching words cathartic je ne sais quois
experimenting with this, that,
or t'other typed out array,
perhaps hashtagged as tripe courtesy quay
zee poor ah shunned poet fray
ming tropes distinguished (ha)
even if garnering no pay
English language I play
juxtaposing incongruities
to tease out reactions probably lay
build rickety lettered edifices
manuscripts best sentenced to sauté
within steaming vat
fed as swill to petsmart hogs
grunting as they fertilize mulch greenway.
He was flying out of Boston heading down to Houston
Part of his quarterly run one that he had so often done
And as he took his seat settling in with a slight grin
A load off of his feet and another big company win
Flying smoothly through the air and a cocktail in hand
Conditions were basically fair and soon they would land
Putting his seat slightly back and slightly resting his eyes
With everything so on track then suddenly there were loud cries
A sudden jolting dip and a seemingly complete loss of power
This once promising business trip could now be his last hour
Many were panic stricken, screaming, crying, and praying aloud
When the lights start flickering it is not the time to be proud
He seen everything before his eyes every moment of his life
In saying his last goodbyes he instinctively thought of his wife
He couldn't go, he had to stay, as he loudly cried out in pain
When suddenly he began to pray as his final moments wane
The plane pulled out of it, though many were never again the same
Not all I will admit but that business man who called out Our Lord's Name
He kept that promise he made that day 9:00am every Sunday morning
Saying the reason why I now pray is to thank God for His warning
It was a dark night with a full moon
I decide to go sit out on the porch
The dark lake was lit up by a torch
Feeling tired, hoping you are home soon
As the water starts to ripple in the breeze
I see a large creature emerge in the light
Scared, I can’t move, I am frozen in fright
I can barely breathe, as I start to wheeze
It looks long and huge, and black in color
Not really like a gator or any type of fish
I watch and pray it goes away soon, I wish
It swims closer to shore, and starts to hover
I quickly run inside and lock my door
Panic stricken, not sure what to do
I hear a car door; I hope and pray it’s you
I hear a helicopter, as I drop to the floor
I wake up to your kisses on my lips
I am in my bed with your arms around me
I must have been dreaming, I smile with glee
I start to get out of bed as your hands grip
You say, I must have drunk way too much wine
I was passed out on the floor when you came home
I said I saw a huge creature, something scary, unknown
Yes, you tell me, it’s a secret experiment, our goldmine
8/18/19
Contest: Writing Challenge 2, August 2019 - Enclosed Rhyme
Sponsor: Dear Heart
The Dark Destroyer
Part I
The void arrives
Sucks you in and down
Into the nothingness
Only darkness breathes
Life out of focus
It seems all is lost
Panic stricken, then
Realisation hits
Aware that it’s here
The Dark Destroyer!
The void door closes
No strength to fight
You succumb, averse
No one understands
It’s a lonely battle
Inside your own head
Trapped, Defeated
Part II
Defeated – not dead!
Many a battle
Still to overcome
Take action, right now!
Shout loud, ‘they’ will hear
The void door re-opens
Join forces, unite
With ‘they’ who can help
‘They’ will stand by you
Guide you, comfort you
Give positive light.
It’s a classic duel
Of light verses dark
Who wins in the end?
It’s you who decides!
It was on a Sunday morning in the village where I stay
Out walking with my dog, I heard some pensioners say
Did you hear about the earthquake, it was somewhere in our State
No magnitude has ever been like it, it's impossible to relate
Quickly I headed home, to view this terrible news
Upon turning on the TV, I'm in horror at what my eyes now view
The awesome Golden Gate Bridge, against an azure bluey day
Lies broken, distorted and twisted, as if it's foundations had given way
The camera now focuses on the mainland, capturing plumes of choking black
Freeways lie twisted and contorted, trains running from their tracks
Gas lines spew throwers of flames, sirens resonate in blaring sound
What was level hours before, have dropped from it's original grounds
Many reporters are now on the scene, as they pan out across the blue
From the helicopter of CNN, Alcatraz disappears from their view
Slowly the island it sat on, as if by magic, now it has gone
Words are heard through the speakers, what the hells gone wrong
The daylight turns to black, a city lies in shreds
Memories of 1906, when three thousand plus were dead
All through the night, tremors came and went
Has history repeated itself, the San Andreas Serpent
I am awoken in the morning, having left the TV on
Panic stricken reporters screaming, most of San Francisco's gone
Where once stood a city, lie pillars of battered ruins
Deep gorges surround them, in bloodied scattered strewn
There's a break in the programme, it's from Yellowstone National Park
The land is starting to rise, incredible is the remark
Geysers that once flowed often, have receded in their shower
Are we about to witness, another of her powers
Back to the CNN studios, more footage of the morning
Towering inferno's in sickened tears, the clock, the warning
I fall to my knees in remembrance of the date
It's December the 21st, has earth met it's fate
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I opened the door and stepped out.....into nowhere!
looking both bright and cheerful, in my blue swimwear,
smell was fresh, sky was blue but I stepped on thin air,
Thirty feet of steep drop, I wish I was elsewhere!!
flag hoist fluttered below me, pointing at my rear,
panic stricken said “God! save me! I have no spare!“
gathering pace I went down, pray land on soft chair,
twenty seconds of fly time, best eagles wont dare!
tried to use my arms like wings, wish I had a pair,
ladies watching screamed, like I was a grizzly bear!
Three windows down, hoist caught me, cannot tell you where....
six weeks of groin pain, was out of medical care!
Back again on the fourth floor, my wife did not care!
Said she with nasty smile,”Next time please take the stair!!”
1st placement
Written 06/September/2020
William Kekaula sponsored
Your best Monorhyme poetry contest
When thoughts become obsessive,
is my heart being made redundant,
laid off, cast off, sent astray
recycled pulse rates mere skip hire fodder,
atrophied organ sinking into deep morass,
panic stricken warning notice object,
abject part indigenous scarred,
or scared from sudden rupture,
once a golden seal enactment,
the intensity of love and verdant pathways,
but thoughts they zigzag devious,
without a leash, curb or rein,
they stray like homeless after dark drifters
whose piercing blue eyes scupper vagrant mist,
but oh those torrid thoughts,
of past romantic Himalayan peaks,
where nostalgic loitering a back to front yen,
currency of tantalising moment,
fluctuating in a reckless high stake instrument,
cliff top shudder inadvertent plunge,
yet each thought I used to frolic with,
in meadows of a mythic mystic mind,
we’re so glare blind and delusional,
dragging me on circuitous dandelion epiphanies,
symbolising gurgle stream limestone cave exit,
some dual world attachment barely visible,
detachment on aloof scorched red wood boundary,
thoughts are like those joined at hip beings,
feeding off the actual mesmerizing carousel,
of fleeting guests and life events,
or so it seemed, perhaps it’s just a thought,
of all those things that never settle in one spot
Just another Sunday on the Sunset Strip
Where a country concert had taken a grip
People had flocked from all around
To listen to their favourite sound
Josh and his buddies were up on stage
Their twangling guitars did the audience engage
Many in the crowd were singing along
With every plaintive and pert song
No happier scene in any mind's eye
Would,later recalled,fetch a contented sigh
This was the show they had saved to attend
This was sadly where for many it would all end.
High overhead in his hotel room
A tortured mind had prepared their doom
His road trip to Mandalay
Was filled with intent to slay
A plan that had long festered in his brain
To contemplate inflicting untold pain
All around him lay guns and ammo
Ready to put an end to this happy show
He coldly and cruelly bided his time
Before choosing the moment to commit his crime
Once he had them in his sights
Then began their panic stricken flight.
His staccato typewriter spelled out fear,pain and death
In vain many scattered,stood stock still and held their breath
Down they went,falling under his relentless fire
Stunned,shaken and shot in their country attire
Glee must have been dancing in his twisted head
At seeing so many of his targets lying dead.
What was it that flipped this quiet man's switch within
To trigger the damnable flaw of original sin?
Did Stephen Paddock yearn to go out in a blaze of glory?
Was it that which fuelled this so tragic story?
Before he turned his weapon against his own life,
Did he then regret causing such avoidable strife?
Sibylline in their veracity
Were the words of the prophecy
That the crowd would perish that very night
Before the speaker was hustled out of sight
If a shiver went through those who heard
They dismissed her as being just weird
Predictably ignoring her rambling warning
The report echoing in the headlines next morning
Looking back at our dying earth through windows of hope and despair
It's hard to imagine our planet within hours will be barren and bare
All we take are our memories from a place so rich in compare
To outer yonder we travel, all on-board for a future to share
We are the chosen few, to lead mankind to a distant world
Recalling the days when we dreamt, in comics being told it's absurd
We witness the seas being angry, like they have never been witnessed before
Eruptions abound in plenty, seeing the tearing of earth's crust, now sore
Picturing cities where we resided, all we see are crimsoned orange reds
So free as we venture to anew, containing images of our now forgotten dead
Our once beautiful sphere, now decrepit in battle scarred sit
In the distance it shall always remain, knowing that we were part of it
As I look around this ship, ironically Discovery is it's name
Hoping history will again repeat itself, allowing us humans an honourable claim
~*~
Days seem like months even years yet it can only be hours since we left
I for one can't comprehend as to the devastation leaving a planet so reft
The distance that we can travel in space, remains unbelievable in ones thoughts
It's what lies out there now that worries, can humanity be brought back from nought
An announcement over the speakers now heard, co-ordinates that were set have been reached
No religion will ever again divide man, or it's hatred to ever again be preached
We are now witnessing our new world, captured by the Hubble's wondrous lens
The scientists told us of valleys, and magnificent Scottish like glens
Blue azure skies resonate, amidst cotton wool clouds in sporadic drift
Suddenly a shaking, a severe vibrating as we head into a left angled shift
Unknown grounds grow ever nearer, panic stricken confused scared and crying
To this alien land we die like our planet, evolution can now stop trying
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