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I WISH I WEREN’T A BUNNY
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
I never wanted to be a bunny, I’m not playing this game
I’d reconsider a puma: a lion with a frightening mane
But that’s not my fate, I’m a bunny, a defenseless toy
Other creatures have fangs, claws; they can deploy
I have no defensive arms for use in personal defense
Why nature created a sitting duck, just makes no sense
My choice would be the fiercest critter ever seen
Yep, you got the picture, the ferocious wolverine
Indian lore says, one could cause a village to vacate
Moving in on his territory was a fatal mistake
He’d come after you, if on horse back or if on foot
He’d destroy your tepees and lodges all gone, kaput
But alas, that’s not me: in spite of what I’d like to be
I’m a bunny with soft fur, that’s something we all can see
I have soft long ears, and a wiggly waggely tail
A cute sniffing nose, my gifted maneuvers never fail
Maybe for you, but doesn’t satisfy my lifelong dream
I’m a ferocious beast inside willing to dominate the scene
Mother nature could have given me more traits to bear
Like those big hind legs and speed she gave to the hare
Or a cotton tail that can avoid danger by simply leaping
I spend the day, daydreaming or silently sleeping
But all in all; the object of my wishes and self esteem
Is to wake up tomorrow in the body of a wolverine
Each day when I open my eyes, it’s the same old story
My status hasn’t changed, I’m the example of lonely
When I first arrived every body came over to see me
I was the new thing on the block a real live novelty
But as time progressed visitors were fewer in number
Reducing my activities to intermittent slumber
Bunny (2)
I can’t complain I have fresh vegetables every day
And usually some company, if the kids decide to play
But I’m a one man show unable to live up to my reputation
As a prolific contributor in expanding the population
Each night I pray when I wake a willing doe will appear
I know she is somewhere but unfortunately, not here
In a dream the other night, I was lightening quick
Instead of hippity n hopping, I was lickety split
Those wishes that constantly flood my senses
Doused by the existence of surrounding fences
I’ll just have to accept my lot, be docile, not mean
But between you and I, I’d rather be a wolverine
The master said it well with the statement he proclaimed
For I will be that person who has returned again
“Your iniquities shall be visited to the third and fourth generation”
That makes the time just perfect for my next incarnation
Two Thousand Eighty Six is when my next life will begin
A new and perfect body with my old soul snug within
I will start again with lessons that I am learning now
The lessons learned in this life are the things that I will know
I will take these lessons with me imprinted firmly in my soul
These things will surely take me one step closer to my goal
The world will be much different with new lessons there to learn
But what I have learned in this life will help me at that turn
I have taken many bodies; I will take at least one more
In years the cycle is a journey of one hundred forty four
The soul is on the wheel of life and goes from birth to birth
About half the time regrouping and the balance here on earth
When the time comes for my rebirth back into this place
I will choose the perfect body to rejoin the human race
There are things that I must finish, bits of karma to absolve
Certain traits that I must conquer, certain vices to resolve
I will be a better person for my soul will have evolved
Of the seven deadly sins, I know that some I have resolved
I will try to solve the others as I go through my next life
For my soul is growing weary from this worlds' pain and strife
I’ll try to do it in my next life, I have progressed much in this
But I know I’m still a few steps short of everlasting bliss
I hope to do it next time before they put me in the ground
My goal’s to do it next time, in just one more time around
I thank the god within me for his presence I can feel
And I’ll be ever grateful when I’ve evolved off this wheel
It has been a magical journey but I’m glad it’s near complete
And I will soon be occupying my lofty creators’ seat
Many thousand times I’ve come here, it has brought me here to this
Where I will soon be able to revel in its’ bliss
And be reintegrated with the universal soul
Never to return here for that’s my final goal
I have lived a good life I have learned and I have grown
I’ve accomplished many things and I will reap what I have sown
I hope that you’ll forgive me if my poems fail to rhyme
But they’ll be flowing beautifully, hopefully…… next time
"The Honorific Bridge"
: by Suzanne Alexander
[neé C] Nicknamed missilverwood
In worth unmeasured
free wealth pursue,a sake
worthwhile. In comfort wait ,a
trio clutch, orbt fate -obliviously
unaware, even on hint or cue.Patiently
Await , unprepared the clutch trio só , 'ku',
ån honourable strong heart that graciously...
welcomes, generously give: ã smile delightedful,
declaring, a change in queue. To establish truthful
principles fused, smelted in current era. An aim surely?
Symbiostic simplistic relations emits true unification shared
cognated and capsulated by an identical,trio , on pollarded truth...obvious that this universal common goal harmonised produce ... a universal wealth already in practice proved.... shared from a heart peaceful , not a lie , ensures,equivalent
wealth for all . Not one controversial existent statement...
can decline such integrity in heart, mind and soul a morale,
Hence, wakening thé worthy hive arcaded.To wax the new way , arcaded years ago. With perserverence ,persistence and hardwork progressed from hands , the few. A song new - new bibs,baby cots ,aligns the varietY shapes sailing the home of the trio clutch. On stage a half moon sepset playing the tune Not an arcadian plot, isolatated
Honorific arcaved goals pillars, unified by ultimus.
Through perserved character stealthfully obtained hidden keyes reflecting some known truth to the guardians , bestowed and entrusted holders .
The Pendulum Clock sets Time .A key safely secured
form this ideal , not to steal not earned honor for power,
Exclusion of two main honoured believes- the witnesses. Maybe on purpose, and most importantly forgotten
Gods,promise when two sparrows sold for a
penny not forgotten,
Faith Prevails.
God Protector Presets
Planned these Promises.
Nothing
more
Truthful than this.
Transcendence
She stood alone on a balcony
Staring at the haunting moon in Mexico.
It was her last night of vacation with him.
He slept peacefully, as she said her goodbyes to the lonely sky.
Silently, tears streamed down her face and
the celestial beacons in the Mexican sky shone brightly.
As her heart felt it could break no more,
She had a sense that all would change when she returned to her Canadian home.
She marveled that the same moon was showing its face, in the same fashion as she had seen
A million times before.
The moon lit the entire night with a hopeful shimmer
Beckoning to light her way in the darkness over the ocean.
She cried out to her God
And begged Him to let me stay there,
Hidden away from all her troubles
Surrounded by the graceful beauty of a vast ocean
The warmth and peacefulness of a past forgotten and unknown in this place
Away from the troubles of a mother’s broken heart
Over a son who’d lost his way
And found substances to numb his pain.
The growing distance between the man she loved
Realized, as they spent time away.
Everything would change the moment they landed.
Would they miss her if she stayed?
She felt she could not endure another moment…
As she stood alone in her torture
She transcended to a different existence
Away from the pain
a great peace fell over her
A Voice quietly spoke Its truth!
“My Grace is sufficient for you, for my strength is made perfect in weakness…”
A verse from the bible that had given her comfort before,
was now spoken to her audibly!
Never had she heard THIS voice.
She knew at that moment, that whatever she faced,
She was not alone!!
She had transcended on the balcony that night!
She went to sleep beside him that night,
with the courage to face her challenges ahead!
(Quote from 2 Corinthians 12:9)
(This is a true story, and I literally heard a quiet voice saying those words on the last night of my Mexican vacation. I was so sad and stressed and no, I am not crazy. Everything did change when I came back. We broke up, my son’s addiction progressed but I have always had the grace to handle it. I do believe God’s strength is being made strong in my weakness!)
Written Jan 11, 2022 For This or that, Vol.9 Poetry contest
sponsored by Edward Ibeh
Title Chosen "Transcendence"
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I sat one evening in the park
upon a bench I thought my own
but as the dusk got down to dark,
I realized I was not alone
I hadn't seen from where he'd come
or got a strong look at his face
but he was there, green as a plumb
where had so long been empty space
He beamed a right polite 'Good day!'
but when I made to shake his hand,
he seemed from sight to fade away
like seaside foam into the sand
Then, as I stared in disbelief
down at the empty wooden seat,
his silhouette in bas-relief
appeared again, from head to feet!
I found this process very strange
but he explained as best he could,
he hadn't left, he'd only changed
his coloring to match the wood
We chatted when my wits returned,
his pattern shifting now and then.
He was a reptile, soon I learned
and called himself 'Cha-me-le-on'
As topics changed, I noticed that
his coloration changed in kind
and I could tell, throughout our chat,
exactly what was on his mind
Now, poker is my favorite sport,
I rake in fortunes with the card,
in part, because those of his sort
make taking babies candy hard
At that, I left but told my name
and address and the time of day
that I was next to hold a game,
inviting him to come and play
Game day arrived and he was there
but came in late to join the fun
and though he dived into his chair,
the show already had begun
I poured a scotch and dealt him in,
explaining how a hand was played,
then sat where I could watch his skin
and witness any change it made
Then he allowed us all to see,
a wealth bound tightly in a wad
that, awed, I vowed eventually,
would come round to myself, by God!
A patsy if there'd ever been,
I got him taught as best I could
but plotting, thought, "If this is sin,
then please, don't ask me to be good!"
In my delight, I failed to spot,
until the night progressed a pace,
my guest caught every other pot
with not one hint wrought on his face
and as he smiled, I realized
that though my friend no clue had shown,
I'd bet you twenty mint that I'd
supplied him plenty of my own!
Thus, Lizards Poker isn't fun
and you must hold your empty seats
if you meet old Cha-me-le-on...
He's just cold-blooded, plus - he CHEATS!
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“But by the grace of God I am what I am…” 1Corinthians 15:10 of the King James Bible
Let me tell you a story…
It is neither fiction nor fantasy
since the main character is yours truly…
Anchored upon scriptural theology
my narrative highlights the Creator’s glory
against pride of carnal hypocrisy…
This is the chronicle of ministerial journey
commencing from momentous encounter at Calvary
when Jesus Christ set me free graciously
against sin’s grievous penalty by His love and mercy…
I was a freshman in our country’s premier university
and the Lord intervened, setting me toward what’s heavenly
though struggling, my spirit heeded to His call obediently
toward divine trek of precious, priceless legacy:
Gospel-sharing and teaching children Bible stories joyously…
With God’s compass directing along wondrous serenity
my spiritual adventure progressed meaningfully
as biblical stewardship reigned over my humanistic philosophy---
thus, enabled to choose what matters most vis-a-vis immortality
I left my prestigious college teaching job for full-time ministry
trusting the Saviour as my Master Who knows best for me…
Midst mission trips, reaching-out travels and volunteer tasks’ array
participating in kingdom-advancement, empowered through prayer-fervency
I am nurtured, nourished for life-building and care-giving simultaneously
allowing me to bloom in discipleship pursuits by His wisdom’s sufficiency
as an orphanage Mom, a learning center Ma’am, serving gladly
a values coach to police lady officers, giving counsel to live righteously
a writer of church newsletter, publishing goodness of the Almighty…
Now, I am still continuing with my journey, blest bountifully
sailing with the Captain of the sea safely
overcoming, by His compassion, doubt and uncertainty
soaring along faith’s flight majestically
vanquishing fear, misery and anxiety
hiking atop supplication-retreat mountains steadfastly
walking with my best Friend around intimate fellowship sweetly
ready for jubilant face-to-face triumphant worship throughout eternity.
April 23, 2022
1st place, "Form N - Narrative - New Poems; Theme: Journey" Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 4/27/2022.
We left New York City moving to a Mid West town
Where the sky was a pretty blue and a land of greening gown
Buildings painted white stood out against the scene
But a sensing of the untouched made my mind internally scream
I always got this feeling as we walked their streets of old
What could I be not be seeing, what have we not been told
When we stopped to say hello we felt that we were all alone
It's not what we seen in the brochure when we decided to move our home
As the weeks and months progressed our daughter became very withdrawn
Which is very out of character for she's normally as fresh as the dawn
Then the day arrived that would change our lives forever
She never came home the previous night, the worry of parental sever
As we awoke the following morning it appeared so different from other days
The skies were a strange shade of red no voices from children's play
No sounds of life could be heard, no insects or birds on the wing
When normally it's as vibrant as life, buzzing whilst others sing
We set off to look for our daughter shouting her name as we go
Walking through empty streets as our minds drift in worried grow
We hear some strange kind of chanting, it's from that white building ahead
Whilst above us the skies turn a redded grey, I feel a sensing dread
We reach this building of white past the river turned red by the sky
Peering through the window I'm now in parental cry
For standing by the alter is my daughter in demonic stare
Around her are hoards of locusts, whilst down her body a snake she wears
Strange chanting's resonate with echo as the congregation screams in wild display
What events are unfolding in front of us it should be a normal summers day
As they turn and look towards the window so many eyes stare through the pane
We become suffocated by their hoards, it appears the locusts reign
Somehow we escaped this horror from that white building beside the river
Every time I look into my thoughts it's leaves me in a cold cold shiver
The same brochure appeared for years alluring families to this Mid West town
Who would move where no children play, in it's silence you could easily drown
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Written 11/13/2010 5:50:00 PM
We left New York City moving to a Mid West town
Where the sky was a pretty blue and a land of greening gown
Buildings painted white stood out against the scene
But a sensing of the untouched made my mind internally scream
I always got this feeling as we walked their streets of old
What could I be not be seeing, what have we not been told
When we stopped to say hello we felt that we were all alone
It's not what we seen in the brochure when we decided to move our home
As the weeks and months progressed our daughter became very withdrawn
Which is very out of character for she's normally as fresh as the dawn
Then the day arrived that would change our lives forever
She never came home the previous night, the worry of parental sever
As we awoke the following morning it appeared so different from other days
The skies were a strange shade of red no voices from children's play
No sounds of life could be heard, no insects or birds on the wing
When normally it's as vibrant as life, buzzing whilst others sing
We set off to look for our daughter shouting her name as we go
Walking through empty streets as our minds drift in worried grow
We hear some strange kind of chanting, it's from that white building ahead
Whilst above us the skies turn a redded grey, I feel a sensing dread
We reach this building of white past the river turned red by the sky
Peering through the window I'm now in parental cry
For standing by the alter is my daughter in demonic stare
Around her are hoards of locusts, whilst down her body a snake she wears
Strange chanting's resonate with echo as the congregation screams in wild display
What events are unfolding in front of us it should be a normal summers day
As they turn and look towards the window so many eyes stare through the pane
We become suffocated by their hoards, it appears the locusts reign
Somehow we escaped this horror from that white building beside the river
Every time I look into my thoughts it's leaves me in a cold cold shiver
The same brochure appeared for years alluring families to this Mid West town
Who would move where no children play, in it's silence you could easily drown
Written 11/13/2010 5:50:00 PM and posted again 9/5/2014 5:45:00 PM
We have crossed over the bridge, looking back from where we begin; we have crossed over the bridge and have paid dearly for our sins. The sins of lust burn with shame as we try to wrap up this promiscuous game; the days get longer, the night gets shorter and another month jumps onto the fleet.
The devil is strumming his guitar in the back while the ancient alter is spewing out poisonous gas. The scene looks magnificent from afar but danger is looming in the sky waiting for the clouds to roll by. We have been there for a long time, counting down the days when the wind would blow in our way.
The streets are littered with matter and the crows are hanging over the gutter, the grasshopper is jumping about in the bed and volcano erupts exposing the dead.
Thousands of them lined up in the streets, with long guns stretched across their back marching together in a unified manner while the general refused to give up power.
Several ultimatums were given to him but his eyes did not blink and so he held his grounds on a burning throne. The heat was so hot; he had to exchange his military clothes for a silk gown and a gymnastic pose.
We continued our journey across the bridge with a flip-flop on our feet and tee-shirt and jeans to cover our body that were exposed to the burning heat.
Down in the village it was overcast but we continue to press before it gets dark, we had no money or food to eat, we had to beg as we progressed along the street; some people had compassion on us but most of the time we ran out of luck. As the night bears down on us, we found someone that we could trust. She opened her hearts and took us in and gave us a nice shower, a healthy dinner and sends us on our way the next day.
We got some change to ride the bus and we got to our destination without a fuss and so we had to part ways when we reached the city center. I walked through the gate and for the first time I felt detached from someone that was holding on to my frock and bad mouthing me behind my back.
Now I have the space to breathe fresh air and connect to my heart that is so dear; I can still hear your voice mumbling on the air and I want to listen to what you have to share. I can feel your presence far and near. This was a narrow escape.
Dragon found a Fairy Ring and quickly jumped inside! Heaven Forbid!
Dancing round and round, he suddenly disappeared. Yes! He surely did!
As he disappeared I knew that trouble would without doubt, now ensue.
So I blew out my breath, and immediately did the same, I’d seen him do.
As I landed, I followed the mob, knowing Dragon would be in demand.
Sure enough, there he stood with the great sword Excalibur, in his hand.
The future King Arthur was standing empty handed, looking kinda sad.
Merlin, however, not amused, started chasing Dragon and looking mad.
Without Arthur to pull the sword from the stone, Camelot wouldn’t be built.
You might say that Dragon was in deep doo doo, all the way up to the hilt.
Things progressed far worse, as Merlin shot crazy magic at Dragon’s face.
He missed Dragon… leaving ‘Sir Mouse a lot’, in Sir Lancelot’s place.
Dragon dodged a magic bolt, from Merlin, hitting Sir Gwain, like a mace.
Yep, if this kept up, the whole round table was about to end, without a trace.
So I jumped Merlin, bringing him to the ground, as I screamed at Dragon!
Put that blooming sword down!… As in: YEP! BACK IN THE STONE!!!
But by then I was changed to a frog, and a few croaks were the only sounds.
Old England had become the new Mayhem Falls, both alive and now found.
Suddenly, Grandpa Troll appeared, yanking the sword from Dragon’s hand.
Putting it back in the stone, he bowed to Merlin and all of his medieval land.
Next he grabbed Dragon by the ear, and me as I hopped across the ground.
We quickly made an exit… by use of the Fairy Ring, now so very profound.
Camelot’s problems, would no doubt, be from ‘Sir Mouse A Lot’s’ overload.
Imagine what might have been, if we’d never helped see, that day bestowed.
Would the world have been better? Would Camelot have longer survived?
We’ll never know. But the Moral is: Beware of Fairy Rings and Dragons!
For they can bring about the worlds end, as we know it, on any given day!
Camelot had that story put on a Tapestry along with Arthur’s great event.
He dutifully, also, pulled the sword from the stone… Yep… You might say…
For them it had become ‘A Great News Day!’ As I did ribbit and hop away!
Written by Carol Eastman 8-29-2016