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A STAR BURST through the night, sparking toward a new GALAXY, landing in a Lapland country.
SWEDISH FISH picked up their speed, feeling something was not quite right, swimming prettily away.
Wolves began to howl, sensing a ROCKY ROAD ahead, wondering if they would feed their young tonight.
The stillness of the night dropped to LEVEL ZERO. In a hundred years, this country had not experienced this level of quiet BAR NONE. SNOW CAPS sat in wait, listening, without breathing. This MILKY WAY
STARBURST had indeed claimed the night. Rats halted in the middle of their scurries and SKITTLES,
A prairie dog dared to SNICKER, breaking the silence, but only once, and it was a short-lived SNICKER.
You would have guessed it might have broken the tension, but it did not. A full moon, mountains, and
A lake full of fish, held hostage by a STAR BURST from another GALAXY. Who would have guessed?
Written 9-24-2018 Contest Sponsor: Carol Connell
Contest: How Sweet It Is
The way we will travel will
Determine how we approach
Doing what humans do.
The Prairie Dog Connecter
Is an idea to bring the future
To travel and creating
Environmental solutions to
Futuristic travel.
A underground tunnel with
Service roads and stores and
Lodging to ensure the safety
Of traveling in our bearing
Future. Underground boring
To create safer traveling
In our new world.
Putting people were they are
Needed. Providing communication
Medicaid, supplies, repair services
And commercial and lodging so
All people are safe and the risk
Or exploitation is reduced.
Wisdom can outline the proposal
To illustrated both our objectives
and goals. Water collection and
Waste recycling stations monitored
By people who know what they are
doing.The stakes are high, but we
Can meet the challenge to
Succeed to create traveling systems
That are envied and are illustrated
Models for the rest of the world!
Variations On A Theme...
Ach'n (ache Ken) Existential Struggle...
(NOT by Bellini, Paganini, Rossini...
Eeny Meany Miney Moe - si,
nor the three stooges tee hee hee)
twill never end till...this oft writ trend
of mine will never end,
only when...mortality
ike'n no longer defend!
Thus...once again, (or...as per usual),
this poem iz a boot
ruminations about bout,
who else except this ole coot
at das receiving end damned
lifetime role, and goot
raw end of deal, sans docks side of
moon efficient intervention
(teachers never gave a hoot)
as they appeared oblivious,
how moost all classmates did loot
mine emotional account, viz
cheap trick super tramp ping coot
tees reviled, renounced,
and wreaked havoc as root
of all misfortunate previous
to mine existence,
as iced (sic culled) hood
reaper remained mute
and scythe lent,
while (cue in dolorous)
melody issued from
Mose Arts magic flute,
whereat serpent (also known
in political circles as
Sally Salamander Newt
Gingrich) charmed goaded,
and relentlessly needled
Eve with snake hushed snoot,
thenceforth viper got ramrod
rigid taut as jute
of course this a fallacy as
just smore hove my fruit
fully "FAKE" pre fabric hated
discombobulated trumpeting ill suit
head prevarications – more
offal than glute
tee us expulsion, donned
as invisible faux poetic
apparel clothing with astute
cheeky effects, thus allowing,
enabling, and providing
adapt tub bull usage as zoot suit,
or as space age jumpsuit,
when I travel (with my cute Malamute
outsize prairie dog like fine home
companion) to the outer limits
of the twilight zone,
which groovy farout signals
detected by vodafone
and desperate plea made
to aliens to abduct me
(receiving an affirmative
digital binary tone)
courtesy of publishers,
unlike the negative responses,
predictably forecast, no complex koan
but clear as day -
inducing a slight inward moan,
which figurative slap in face
finding yours figuratively prone,
hence...a recurring well known
fantasy regarding plucking
this chicken (198920) heart lee
moss see rolling stone.
There’s a beguiling danger in beauty…
seduced as I was by the fickle fingers of fate musingly stroking my hair,
I envisaged
this lusciously lavish landscape
of sun-raptured heavenly hills and valid valleys
to be a lush, plush place for me to land ~
alas, such deception my naive perception did offer.
Buried beneath the facade of a fertile dream-come-true
and a mesmerizing mirage of natural light and zephyrus breaths -
where your thoughts hugged the horizons of my mind
like clouds on the edges of prairie dog skies
and where your stampeding passions trampled my inhibitions -
were delicate bandeaux of ice;
finespun and feathery like polar gossamer
that formed on the stems of your ruptured dreams
that then became my nightmare
when you had your hard freeze
while warm sap still flowed through your veins,
pumped and pushing through your broken being
and freezing on contact with the chilled clime
cocooning me, in a sudden silken surge of your glazing gauze
holding me, in the vivid wild magic of your frosted crystallized clutches -
fossilizing me, in icy opalescent ribbons of ornate whorls.
Unable to escape the grasping glacial petals of your exquisite pain,
your frost flowers plunged me into the frigid heart
of your bitter bluestem’s prairie winter...
There’s a beguiling beauty in danger
hypnotized and hijacked
as I was by the rhythmic sways of your tall grass ways -
your flickering tongue tasting my air
as my emotions were extorted
till I was bled white -
obviously oblivious
that I was being preyed upon
by a stealthy force of nature motivated by indigenous instincts.
Susan Ashley
March 13, 2018
~ First Place ~
Premiere Contest: Poetry for the Sake of Poetry
Sponsor: John Lawless
*bluestem: tall grass native to the Great Plains with bluish leaf sheaths*
*frost flower: thin layers of ice extruded from long-stemmed plants in autumn or early winter. These thin ice layers form dainty ‘ribbons’ or ‘petals’*
Mother nature’s gentle way of breathing her loving essence into the landscape is a sweet surprise.
Periwinkle slivers across a smoky lavender sky with occasional orange exudes joy of a day well-lived.
A glimpse of heaven, this Arizona desert, as the night slowly reposes into a new twilight magic.
A prairie dog, sensing a cool night adventure, digs her way out of her day place, inching forward.
Yipping coyotes apparently discovered something fun and wonderful, they give chase in the distance.
Their yipping makes the cactus flowers smile, as they open to honor the beauty of the glorious horizon.
All ethereal and quiet again, sky darkening so subtly, the horny toads barely notice as they scurry
confidently through the warm sand, fully coming into their best selves, one with the gentle night.
Awesome silence, a fitting accessory to the blooms of the saquaros which peek out shyly, in small doses.
Even the rattlesnake feels the urge to embrace and honor the angelic silence, moving in a whispery way.
There was no activity at all in the prairie on this marvelous day.
Peaburger was happy to be off on his journey, on his sweet way.
Had a knapsack on his back, and warm ideas in his adventurous heart.
He could hardly wait to get away from his ex-wife and make a new start.
Ex-wife had moved back in with her new husband and their kids five.
He did not care if he ever again saw any of these prairie dogs alive.
His ex-wife came to the mouth of the hole and yelled “happy be!”
He rolled his eyes, not caring about her, or her new husband Gree.
I am just too generous, too giving, the always-will-finish-last kind of guy,
He lamented as he walked, talking himself into being meaner with try.
Around noon he got out a peanut, and started to eat with his crackers.
He was promptly surrounded by five hungry spotted nutcrackers.
He rolled his eyes to the sky and asked “Why God? Why me?”
He had given those nutcrackers all his food by a quarter until three.
I'm doomed to always be that kind of guy he lamented to angels above.
Young frisky prairie dog who had been watching promptly fell in love.
Just cause,
Just because it only seems that way
Doesn’t make it so?
It only seems yet that way it seems;
That a firefly is not a fly-it’s a beetle;
As it seems similar looks
A prairie dog is not a dog, but a rodent;
It only just seems that way;
India ink is not from India;
It’s made in Egypt and China;
It only seems yet that way it seems;
Similar?
It only seems that way lead pencil doesn’t contain any lead;
You consumers were lead to believe this,
Pencil are made of wood and graphite;
Just cause,
Just because it only seems that way
Doesn’t make it so?
O’ and a peanut is not a nut, it’s a legume
Seems we been fooled all along;
And a Mexican jumping bean is not a bean, also-
It’s a seed with a Larva inside (just a worm hiding)
It only seems that way
Just cause,
Just because it only seems that way
Doesn’t make it so?
All above so familiar,
Similar?
It only seems that way
3/20/21-©2021
For Contest It Only Seems That Way
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann