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fiction!
Curiosity once killed the cat,
so I’ve heard. (I don’t know about that!)
I’m a curious one,
and I like to have fun.
I’ll relate what my bad choice begat.*
When some seeds I’d not ordered arrived
and I planted them—Whew! How they thrived.
Now my actions I rue.
I’m so deep in kudzu,**
an escape plan must soon be contrived.
*archaic for caused or brought about, . . .
**Kudzu (/'k?dzu?/; also called Japanese arrowroot or Chinese arrowroot) is
a group of plants in the pea family. The plant climbs over trees or shrubs and grows so rapidly that it kills them by heavy shading. It has earned it the nickname "the vine that ate the South"--Southern U.S.
About those packets of seeds people were receiving from China--
Although the species identified so far are harmless, plant experts have warned that seeds from other parts of the world could damage crops.
The Agriculture Department has said the packages are most likely part of a "brushing" scam, in which a seller sends unsolicited items to someone and then posts false positive customer reviews to boost sales.
posted August 14, 2020
placed first in Carolyn Devonshire's Mystery Seeds contest, August 18
This Spring I have planted trays, trays and trays of seeds,
all were labelled neatly with sticks and quite in order ;
I placed them by a sunny window on a pretty wicker stand,
but kitty cat wanted a look and well, now there is disorder;
the whole thing toppled over and the sticks fell out . . .
The seedlings are thriving anyways- good thing I adore her !
So, I water and whisper to them and the growing proceeds . . .
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April 16, 2020
Poetry/Rhyme/The Seedlings and The Cat
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1244-348-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, Write a Rhyming Poem for Fun
sponsor, Caren Krutsinger
Second Place
Daiya vegan non dairy cheesecake - oh yum!
Hard knocks Methacton school alum
ofttimes finds ruing his fate
while squarely planted on me bum
disheveled and unshaven,
whereby gray stubble encrusted
with wayward synonymous days old crumb -
after wolfing delectable entitled treat
buttered fingers drubbing upon tabletop
analogous to playing a drum
oy vey, yours truly cannot believe
he ate the whole thing -
argh... my poor tum.
ALDI GIANT supermarkets
(within small radius of miles
from me Schwenksville, Penna abode)
sell delicious delectable treat
goading, inspiring, and spurring me
to craft poem essentially
patronizing manufacturer,
whose skilled food technicians
engineered absolute winning dessert
courtesy their natural born talent
schooled (most likely at culinary institute)
possibly supplemented insync
with advanced degrees
at other institutions of higher learning
after various and sundry
trials and error
concocting mouthwatering secret recipe.
Lemme use hypothetical situation
to accent chew ate,
how alluded dessert tastes great,
especially when rumble in tumbly
clamors for glorious goody
regarding appetite to satiate
unfortunately circumstances
force your truly to wait.
If (the following
constitutes far fetched scenario)
stranded on a desert island,
I after falling to Earth
when parachute fails to open,
weighed down by an excess of
Daiya vegan non dairy cheesecakes,
would finagle an empty pie tin
to signal an SOS.
If left to my own devices,
(where you dear reader
would discover one humbug),
I would be forced to scrounge around
rubbing two sticks together
to create warmth
plus distilling oils -
derived from edible herbaceous plants,
whence I would ejaculate
(not prematurely) - olé
to sauté said greens with wild mushrooms.
We were alarmed when we saw the FBT on our video feed.
The Flying Bug Things (FBT) are from outer space, Planet Mead.
A man-made planet planted way up high in the sky,
To do surveillance, and determine if I am a good guy.
The FBT came incredibly, terribly, awful close to our house.
I hope it was one of my good days. Was I being a louse?
The FBT’s record your heartbeat, your smell, sensitivity too.
Was I in a good mood when it passed? Or was this the day I was blue?
It is important, for the KHFS will be the next to be sent to our town.
The Kill-Him-For-Sure (KHFS) is mean as snot, an ugly solid keen brown.
If you see one of them, you know you are better than dead.
The last one I saw loped off my uncle’s sweet head.
What time was the FBT caught on the video feed?
I asked everyone. When I saw it, I ran off on super speed.
For at that minute on that very day, I had been a bear, wanting my own way.
I had been snarly and mean, and I felt the KHFS might follow up today.
So I kissed my family, and took off in my red Lincoln car.
The one that linked with my phone, but we did not get far.
For in the rear view mirror I saw the FBT pointing me out.
When I saw the KHFS I gave out a squeak and a shout.
Of course they caught up with me, easily, for they are aliens.
I would like to say this had a happy………..
A rebuttal to Lord Tennyson's famous lines of 'In Memoriam' ~
"It's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all."
Please tell me there's a healing anodyne,
some kind of mythical enlightenment,
a cure capable of extinguishing the flames
of grief burning deep within my heart.
It's a fire I cannot douse or smother.
If there is a balm, something known to man,
I beseech you, bathe me in its pacifying waters
before my heartache drives me insane.
Cleanse the malignancy lost love has wrought.
In the song of a lark, I found a brief respite.
His voice soothed the beast blazing in my breast
but then off he flew before I slept.
My ache found but a moment's relief
then returned to plague me, smoldering again.
I linger in sorrow, without means of escape
from a life of recurring fear and doubt.
Is there no utopian Shangri La or illusive Camelot
where memories of us will not haunt me?
If not, I must endure this anguish to my grave.
In desperation, I planted a garden of herbs
and nibbled leaves of chamomile and yarrow,
but no analgesic did they prove to be.
I should've sown hemlock to end my misery.
What anodyne will succor the look of disdain
I see, when in a mirror I sorrowfully visualize
the love his eyes once held for me.
If the antidote blinds me, I beg to be dosed.
I would sacrifice sight to set my heart free.
Previously posted by Jenna Logan, aka Lin Lane 2020.
The chirr of parched insect wings –
bible dust preaching
from long abandoned boots.
Baked into the sky
homesteads linger on the burnt stumps
of exhausted summers.
Dander creaks on dry porches,
wardrobes and rooms open
in a denim haze.
Homesteaders planted a light here
then at days end
dug it up
in earthen mouthfuls.
Aprons were filled, table-tops charged.
Out of the back of a model T
a dapper man sells brushes,
he speaks of things unfarmed
the Brylcreem shine of city sights
until she is swept away.
Such moments go unrecorded
unless by chance you find
a strand of long hair
whipping astray on a skewed field gate.
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edit
Flash floods came in a sudden
After few hours of torrential rain
Villages in towns submerged
Water rose so high…surged.
People stayed on their roofs
Waited for rescuers holding faith and hope
Teams of rescuers came less than an hour
To save everyone with all their powers.
People evacuated in safer places
Government officials sent foods for days
Relief goods and help came from the cities
A unified effort and cooperation with love and peace.
After few days , water slowly subsided
Some went home, others were relocated
Clean and clear up programs were established
Clogged drainages and canals were all fixed.
Many volunteers, both young and adult
Cleaned and planted more trees for better result
Proper waste disposal was implemented
Illegal logging and quarrying were strictly prohibited.
I call the law! Am dialing it now! Hello!
Spirit friend speak time to what time has been even to my enemies this be soul time to everything anything everywhere on some things time is called to everything.To everthing there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven so use your time wisely. A time to be born just remember the time and a time to die yes I remember the times and A time to plant and a time to pluck up that which is planted. A time to kill the evil inside the bloody frame in the mind and a time to heal so believe in the shadow domes of life A time to break down whatever it is.
A time to weep in tears for some of us the tears are reserved in a bottle. A time to laugh with joy for all headquarters.A time to mourn yes I remember the times of dancing happy and free. yes A time to cast away stones clear ring the spirit house complete yes and a time to embrace what you need a time to refrain from embracing. yes A time to get a time to lose a time to keep and a time to cast away seem not much we can keep yes. A time to rent a time to sow a time to keep silence a time to speak yes a time to love love for God is love and a time to hate what you be and what you see a sad time for me. yes A time of war a time of peace this will repeat. what time is it? Traveling through a dream it seems with blue skies and foggy clouds around the broken times in the dimensions sphere it all comes down to time when time will be no more!
To my timeless ones we call time on you time the spirits to see what time will bring to thee yes to those that live outside of time excuse me what time is it? Is time not respected It will be. In the name of my King of Kings the great King of Time the one that made everything beautiful and said! It is good! He has set the world in the heart and all things in our hands so that no man can find out the work that God maketh from the Alpha to the Omega to the beginning to the end when time will be no more! So What time is it? I claim my time! one two to three!
RAINY RAINY LIFE revised
Verse 1
Rainy, rainy life...
Blowing cold winds ...even in my dreams,
Colors gone, even evergreens...
I think about the joy, I had with you
Verse 2
Now grey dwells within my soul...
Nothing exists to fill the hole,
Seeds were planted ...but they cannot grow
In sterile, barren and forgotten soil
Chorus
Daily I will pray...
for strength to face, another day
Tomorrow's a turning world away
I can't think about it now...
Your mem'rys forever burned in my mind...
Unchanged with passing time
Verse 3
Rainy, rainy life...
pictures of the love we shared...
Mem'rys of loved one's that cared
My eyes see everything, but now I'm blind...
Verse 4
Life's been to me so unkind
People look and they stop and stare....
a homeless man , traveling to nowhere...
Standing watching cars pass in the pouring rain.
Chorus
Daily I will pray...
for strength to face, another day
Tomorrow's a turning world away
I can't think about it now...
Your mem'rys forever burned in my mind...
Unchanged with passing time
Chorus
Repeat and fade
John Derek Hamilton
September 10,2016
revised November 19,2021
I am sailing with the cloud through the epoch of time
I am following it wherever it goes until I meet with the divine
Daylight breaks with a mountain above my head
And the splendid grass on the hill
with roots anchored deep in the ground
Lie cold and bear sagging in the cold winter air
And the botanic garden on the other side
With assorted winter Lilly cover the ground
Waiting for the bride to come to town
The moisture has gone out of the air
And there is dryness everywhere
The temperature has fallen below minus zero degree
And a strange phenomenon is loitering in the atmosphere
Come and press your lips against mine
And fill your heart with moisture from the divine
Hold steadfast to your guns for paradise is on the run
The tale has been told long ago of how we met on the evening set
I am here and you are over there on the primetime show
Everything is different when the living meets with the dead
Not a single question is asked of how the magistrate completed the task
When the day of reckoning come to town and meets with the villagers
Sleeping on the ground you will know that life is real and ambition is full of zeal
It is the story that has no end
I still don’t know how the plane ended up in the bed
And why you cut a patch out of the runaway
I can visual the concept in my head
Of paradise running on an open field
And the giant ship is moving towards the shore
I am sailing with the epoch of time with hopes and visions
Planted in my mind
I can see you standing in the crowd wondering how you can get out
And when the sun comes out the hills and valleys will shout
Nature will come alive and the universe will deliver the grand prize.
I can see you standing there pulling weeds from the ground
And the villagers are celebrating a new friend that has come to the town
The epoch of time is moving with the cloud.