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At half past five, when the streetlights blinked on,
Mrs. Henderson patted her pockets—then frowned.
Her favorite scarf, the wool one with ducks,
had vanished between the bus stop and Dunk's.
She retraced her steps past the slurping snowbanks,
peered into gutters half-clogged with ice,
even asked the displeased parking meter attendant,
who shrugged and resumed his existential crisis.
Meanwhile, two blocks down, a very large crow
tugged at something blue in the branches of a spruce.
A jogger slowed, squinted upward, and called,
Hey! That’s not yours!—but the crow was no gracious goose.
It cackled, triumphant, and launched into flight,
scarf trailing like some bizarre kite tail.
Mrs. Henderson, rounding the corner, gasped,
then burst out laughing—what else to do?
The crow dropped it (finally!) near the old diner,
where it landed, quite softly, on a snowman’s neck.
The snowman, indifferent, stared straight ahead.
Mrs. Henderson sighed, tucked it in, stepped back.
Keep it, she murmured. You’ll need it more.
And the scarf stayed put—at least till the thaw.
Crown, third eye and heart all collaborate,
invoking bliss mists that usher delight
and in time dissolved peace as nodes gyrate,
our once feeble form now spreads divine light.
In life’s pulse dual, our eye is single,
with desires in heart having been exhumed,
witnessing how bliss pheromones mingle,
as breath by breath, ignition is resumed.
As the light that lights all lights, one with God,
joyous at all times, in this lucid dream,
doing nothing save giving love our nod,
we illumine the night, like a moonbeam.
Anointed with bliss, our soul’s eye glistens ~
God speaks to us and childlike heart listens
§Black Velvet Black Velvet
Served creamy and cold
Poor Man’s Black Velvet
Both tasty and bold
We were both called Terry
But he was six foot four
To my six foot one
A full three inches more
So he was called Big Tel
And I was called small
But to us the height question
Just didn’t matter at all
With rather too many pints
Beneath each respective belt
It was time to leave Brian’s
So both of us felt
Big Tel knew a short cut
Or he did at least so he thought
And I faithfully followed Big Tel
In the way we boys are taught
That night was clear and damply cold
A ground mist hiding our feet beneath
And in a sudden fit of coughing
Big Tel went and spat out his teeth
Now he’d never ever told me that
He wore a few dental plates
Perhaps he was ashamed
To admit it to his mates
So we’re crawling on this wet grass
Feeling through mist with cold hands
Lost and drunk and laughing
On some honest farmer’s lands
We lost all track of time
Carrying out our long search
We couldn’t after all
Leave Big Tel in the lurch
Eventually we found
Every single dental plate
Which Tel popped aback in his mouth
And as it was getting rather late
We resumed our interrupted walk
And of course we continued
Our interrupted tal
Black Velvet Black Velvet
Sweet mix of Cider and Porter
Drink just enough pints
And you can walk on water
A Bloody Tale
a vampire bat in the weeping willow tree
hanging upside down created an impasse
a fat faced full moon highlighted it
its beady eyes focused on my warm neck
in hopes it could get a taste of my sweet blood
I needed to deliver the brown leather satchel
with the Irish curio—a stolen sample
of the Blarney Stone tucked neatly inside
my way blocked by this flying mammal
I needed to distract it
my back pack contained a rare beef dumpling
for a snack while on my way
I pulled it out—some blood dripping from
its cold center
I tossed it to the side of the trail
mr. bat took the bait
I exhaled a sigh of relief and
resumed my trek. As I left
I heard a chirping sound behind me
I turned and saw the bat waving its webbed wing
in gratitude. I had to pass this way homeward
I hoped he would remember me
Oh! that wars may cease
Oh! that peace may reign
Oh! that men may seize
brutes who are the bane
of societal peace
so that peace and love
may never be lost
nor our fragile trust
become precarious.
May our many foes
be saved from death's throes,
may tanks be plowshares
and guns harvesters.
May our daily cares
on neighbours be cast.
May all our youngsters
cease evil to learn
by working to earn
their wages by day.
Oh! may the boisterous
child be not consumed
by his fatal fall.
Oh! that people may
seek good roles to play
in a world so small
and shaped like a ball.
Oh! that we may fast
comprehend the times,
as the clock bell chimes,
and all our callous
deeds be not resumed.
We wrap our wounds in any kind of rag
Till we can make it off the battlefield
We walk for hours till we fall to the ground
To harsh fear and weakness, we must yield
Some dare not remove the dirty cloth
Afraid of what confronts their nervous eye
Some tear if off and start to bleed again.
And seeing this, they weep and wish to die.
A time will come when intuition tells
We’ve reached the central space where we will see.
The wound’s not killed us, so we hold our breath.
Wishing not to fall in apathy.
The lines and shape of face display the wound
The skin is thin, but life may be resumed
Like a bolt,
a sad news arrived -
sent by her delinquent son
who had deserted home.
Her mother was concerned,
nervous and afraid;
her fear couldn't be allayed.
Reasons refused,
but she herself found a way:
remembered the soothsayer she knew,
changed her clothes,
rushed to him -
fear lingering, weak and shaky,
her sight blurred,
seeing nothing but the way.
The soothsayer performed the prayer,
invoking the deity,
told of the spirit
dwelling in her son -
but there was still a way.
He prescribed a ritual
to ward off the spirit
next day at his home
without fail.
She took a long breath,
somewhat relaxed,
paid the sooithsayer his fee.
Now better,
she resumed her household chores.
Pecking Sounds
For several days, I was both annoyed and worried. Annoyed by the pecking sounds; worried over possible damage to my house by something that I could not readily figure out. I suspected it to be a rat or a squirrel, perhaps trapped under the roof of my house. I pecked back with annoying sounds of my own, hoping to scare it away, whatever it was. It would quieten for a while only to resumed the pecking. Finally I decided to climb a latter and peep between an opened space between a built on patio and the main roof of my house. Bingo. There he was, a squirrel looking in my direction as if to say, "May I help you?" I suspected that he had found a place to dry out from the heavy rains we have been getting in Northern California. I tried to frighten him, but he only ran toward the other end. Clearly, the two of us were not going to occupy the same property, but I was not about to climb up and down the latter from one end of the roof to the other.
I devised a plan to extricate Mr. Squirrel from my roof. This took longer than I anticipated. At first, I tried to build a lightweight 'bow and arrow', not to injure but with just enough force to convince him to leave. This plan failed. So I pieced some curtain rods together, making them long enough to reach Mr. Squirrel. Bingo. They were just strong enough and long enough. I was now rather pleased with my home made device for squirrel extrication. I then headed back outside with my extension pole, climbed the ladder, and began to push my pole through the open space. As I proceeded to do this, I peeped in to take a look at Mr. Squirrel. Mr. Squirrel was gone. Had he told me that he was leaving, I could have saved a lot of work. Anyway, if he or his friends or relatives come back, I'll be ready for them.
02222017 cj PS Contest, An Unwanted Quest, Shadow Hamilton
And here it comes:
A new born baby:
Born by education:
A senior of term:
A new semester!.
1) Faces whipped with loneliness
elates themselves.
Eyes laced with Joy,
Teeth embroided with happiness:
With smile inscribed therein.
1)Teeths greeting teeths,
Smiles taking picnic in contentment:
Faces starved of glowing smiles.
2) 'You shouldn't go today'
Her mother had said:
'The first day of resumption
holds unstable words and indecision.
Hence to the market 'day,
at morrow your soles shall kissed your class'.
But why wont she?
"A groom waited on his bride till wedding night. And you say he shouldn't greet her?"
2) We'll get what our souls advocates...
"Ma'm i'll go.... At 'morrow i'll stay!" she said.
17:03:12:08:24
Loving life hid beneath rim of cool ceramic bowl
Tree frog claimed proud place, toilet's homely hole
Enamoured by his simple palace making stance
I bend to peer at his green grip toe stick, entranced
My ordinary admonished by gaze from onxyx eyes
Quick reflex and instinct, skills by which Frog relies
Shine of black marble smartness lures me nearer
Knowing even with my bulk, I'm somehow inferior
Rubber eyelid winks, peels open again enlarged
Eye wrinkles droop to hammock, I'm encouraged
To nestle within humid folds, shrunk human glued
Oscillated in his lid lures languishing duly procured
Spun suddenly, rubbery cocoon cosy lurches erratic
Some worry occurs I'll drown outside skin hammock
Prior to paranoia taking over, thrown from dizzying ride
Launched into stark big bowl with steep slippery sides
Swim in cistern spew strangely renders me cleansed
Lap in lurid blue sends me to inevitably to S bends
Whooshed and flushed with refreshed perspective
Dark harassed by diffused hues tug seductive
Dolphin derived, my smooth unphased by spiralling
Saturated zones, ease honed, enamour never tiring
Snorkel hole snorts water, puffs readily on its purification
Imbibing combines giddy with clarity, senses' temptation
My forehead flicked flirtatiously by wide flamingo flippers
Splayed feathers fan surface, showcase dance floor shimmer
Cabaret her costume, shakes crystal bead rainbow release
Ravishing precise pirouettes prim pink princess completes
Her curved beak caresses my porthole brain, rubs insistantly
Into warm walnut shell weapon I'm swallowed quite quickly
I spy through pomegranate seed eye, mirror lake unswayed
Stilled kindly by wind's nonexistance, decision to travel made
Climbed to bird's tiny tiara topped crest, covered in feathers
Graceful lace tu- tu floats my aquatic future endeavour
Bouyed weightless and grateful, flip draws no resistance
Swim in S bend treasure, trip of sight resumed brilliance
*** Spring has sprung!!
- in Australia
My branch beyond
The tired pond
of Earth, awakes
Imminent Heaven
(perhaps)
*** A collapse of facts
Flight of flamingo regalia
Revel in place of waste
- Mystery flush takes
on its S bend
1st September 2020