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he does not know that he is small
in his world, he's nine feet tall
the little black dog with the long tail
sees the world high is he's being held
over the fence, his eyes are trained
his ears perk up as he observes his domain
his little head moves side to side
nothing will escape his roaming eye
he knows where the neighbor's cat shies away
he knows the field kids like to play
he knows each pet in other yards
he's perched up high like a little czar
if i gently put him down
his fuzzy face wears a frown
he yaps and yelps jumping in the air
wanting me to raise him where his view is clear
i place him up in my arm and hand
he sees the world at his command
the little dog so proud and defiant
he thinks he's so big my little giant
Long ago, when buying sheets,
The task was kind of fun.
I looked at the designs
Until I found my favorite one.
A few had stripes or flowers
Or were patterned or were dotted;
I waited ‘til I found a set
With which I was besotted.
But nowadays, it’s such a drag.
They’re monochrome instead,
With just one boring color;
How can that perk up a bed?
There’s also something else today
To take into account –
How many threads your sheets should have –
You choose the right amount.
So now I’m touching samples –
Like I’d really know by feeling –
To ascertain which texture
I decide is most appealing.
Aside from price, there’s just one thing
I simply have to find –
Unless they say “No iron,”
I will leave those sheets behind!
Joy comes in the morning
The birds await to sing their hymns
After being lonesome in darkness
The whippoorwill has brought
Them comfort and hope singing
In the stillness of the night
Wildlife come out to play
For they can see the path
And many predators
Now have the light shining on them
My dog comes to scratch my door
For he is ready to fly through the yard
The flowers in the yard
Begin to perk up with strength
The dew from the grass
Awaits its time to rise
So all of this to recognize
The meaning of joy comes in the morning
When one has been brought
Out of the darkness
There are signs everywhere of this joy
For so many years I missed it
But God will reveal His creation when one seeks
Joy comes from allowing the light
The Holy Spirit dwelling within
Casting out the darkness
That once kept one from God's presence
In my life I tried and failed at trying
To find relief and happiness in this life
But it's when I gave up my own path
And seeked God, and found
that what I had been seeking
To feel this void of understanding.
Was free and this treasure
Is like the parable
To go buy the field so you could
Go back and bury your treasure in it
For this treasure is more valuable
Than anything one could ever seek
To be pulled out of the darkness
That His light might bring life within
“Chickery Chick Cha-la Cha-la”
Was a happy little ditty
From days gone by, my how time flies
Those words were warm and witty
“Lamsey doats and dosey doats”
Brings back those days of yore
When life was fun in the morning sun
Who could ask for anything more
“Skimmery rinky dinky dink”
Is another masterpiece
Jimmy Durante sang the words
To this clever little treat
“Abba dabba dabba doo”
A chimp was heard to say
I still remember Debbie singing
In a most delightful way
So when you're down and things ain't right
Just whistle these happy tunes
You'll soon perk up you'll smile and say
“Life's just a big cartoon”
From hunting comes
From hunting drums
From hunting hums
All bright stars
Near and far
In New York or Trafalgar
Those stars in skyscrapers
Those dazzling gold vapours
The government shapers
The controller of all papers
All go on hunting
And keep counting
And measuring sometimes too
In the treasury
Keep your eyes open
The lids may shut up
Keep the cup wide
You will see everywhere
Ensnaring unaware
The tiger killing the helpless deer
Deer who love destiny
Who worship deities
Members of the laity
Dependent on goddesses and gods
In their odds
Fall very easy prey
To the hunters obsessional play
Their God has no say
In the decay
By hunters in dust they lay
Shrunk tottering mewing aching
Finally breaking down
Into the absolute immobility
Thanks to the myriad kinds
Of the guns of the hunters behind
I perk up my ear
In the civilized forest
And hear the guns
Nuns and monks are in readiness for nursing
Churches mosques temples towering for services
What a grace
My every molecule encapsulated in attention
Hears the sound of the gun
And feels the consequent death
The blue sky we love so much laughs nonetheless
The ground underneath
Is moistened in crimson red
Black velvet
First hunt the doe, a decoy
Leopards and tigers follow in joy
We are all pretty toy
In the hands of the hunters
We look on in wonder
Of grandeur of the capital
Take or surrender
You may grunt
Fruitlessly
Willy Nilly
You have to join the hunt
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30/10/2016
Not for contest since the lines have exceeded the stipulated limit which I failed to notice when I first read the contest details.
Break
Of dawn
Healing rays,
Glinting verdure,
Rumbling stream over the slimy hillocks.
Perk up and life quickens with cozy warmth
Sumptuous and
Vernal charm
Of sun
God.
Double Tetractys 3 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Picture: 1
Syllable count: poetry soup
Date: 28/09/2020
Placed : 3 rd
The day was turning to evening,
Dusk primed to play a short inning,
Worried, the sun was wondering…
Darkness shall ere long shroud the Earth,
Fains should this be my empty mirth,
Who’d ferry forth my duty’s worth?
Cautious, a clay lamp comes forward,
This may sound big mouth, vain a word
To light up all of the vast world,
But I feel sure, do my small worth
And perk up a patch upon Earth--
What I’ve done ever since my birth.
….
And watching all this I felt small:
My light within-- as oft I call,
What have I done with, if at all?
I love light but scarce keen to burn
And give light, gratefulness to earn,
Keen, away from duty to run.
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Musings | 24.10.2025 | lamp, light, tercet
Note: The festival of light is being celebrated in India. But the traditional clay lamps of oil are increasingly getting forgotten and gaudily flashing eye-irritating electric lights take their place, and my thoughts reach out to clay lamps which have been doing a great job ever since early civilization.
There's a price to be paid for everything.
Nothing in life is free;
So be sure of a thing and the price to be paid,
Is it worth it? If not let it be.
We pay a price for whatever we do.
Where we go, who we see, what we say.
Even the way we wear our hair,
Is discussed and recounted next day.
Nobody worries 'bout right or wrong,
Or gives credit for circumstance.
Nobody cares if you're misunderstood,
Or about your innocence.
People watch people, for sure this is true.
It's self entertainment they seek;
So they watch other people in hopes they will find,
Some excitement to perk up their week.
So be careful about the places you go.
Speak clearly whenever you speak.
Be careful about the way you dress.
Keep your manner mild and meek.
People bend words and make up tales,
About who they saw when and where.
They care little about who they hurt with their words,
As long as they get to share.
They seek entertainment, popularity,
They seek to be amused.
They don't think about their target,
Or how they're being used.
But nothing in life is free, My Dear,
And they'll pay the piper too.
They'll pay for their words and they'll pay for their deeds,
Just like me and you.
There's a price to be paid for everything.
Nothing in life is free;
So be sure of a thing and the price to be paid,
Is it worth it? If not let it be.
We pay a price for whatever we do;
Where we go, who we see, what we say.
Even the way we wear our hair,
Is discussed and recounted next day.
Nobody worries 'bout right or wrong,
Or gives credit for circumstance.
Nobody cares if you're misunderstood,
Or about your innocence.
People watch people, for sure this is true.
It's self entertainment they seek;
So they watch other people in hopes they will find,
Some excitement to perk up their week;
So be careful about the places you go,
Speak clearly whenever you speak.
Be careful about the way you dress.
Keep your manner mild and meek.
People bend words and make up tales,
About who they saw when and where.
They care little about who they hurt with their words,
As long as they get to share.
They seek entertainment, popularity,
They seek to be amused.
They don't think about their target,
Or how they're being used;
But nothing in life is free, My Dear,
And they'll pay the piper too.
They'll pay for their words and they'll pay for their deeds,
Jusy like me and you.
Hamlet's story
is sad and gory.
From the start the outlook's bad.
The king, i.e. Hamlet's dad,
got bumped off by his loving brother,
who then had the nerve to wed Ham's mother.
One night Hamlet met his old man's ghost,
who said: "My son, while I here roast,
your uncle, who murdered me,
is having a rave-up for all to see."
He added, "I 've got a job for you, my lad,
"Do to 'im what he done to your dad."
But Hamlet never decisively acted,
by doubt and scruples got distracted.
So as he dithered
things slithered
till everyone got killed , alas,
'cept for Horatio and Fortinbras.
Goethe's Faust Part One
is all about this horny don,
who gets browned off by all that learning,
for all he's missed in life much yearning.
Mephisto, you might say the devil,
promises Faust a helluva revel,
on one (see the small print) slight condition,
After the party it's straight to perdition.
Then prancing witches chant "hubble bubble",
Faust goes and gets his gal into trouble.
(Faust may have knowed an awful lot,
but on birth control he weren't too hot).
Things get so bad it can't be true
They perk up a bit, though, in Faust Part Two