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I am the greatest adventurer the world will ever know,
Just take my hand and off we'll go.
I have been to the mines of Moira,
To the very center of paranoia.
I have been to London and France,
I highly recommend it if you get the chance.
I have been on crime cases that would make your skin crawl,
I have spoken Elvin, Dwarfish, and with a Southern drawl.
I have traveled the world and have seen what only a few can imagine,
I have visited times of great plague and came back without a single contagion.
I have been to the great city of Oz,
Over and over I have fought for the rebel's cause.
I have sailed from sea to shining sea,
I have been imprisoned, I have been set free.
I have been to the Emerald Isle,
Been paddled on a throne across the River Nile.
I have battled fallen angels and demons by the ton,
Never giving a second thought to safety, never feeling an inkling to run.
I have met fantastic creatures far and wide,
With a few persisting I should be there bride.
I have fallen in love by the light of the moon,
I have had death promised to me sooner than soon.
I have given in to the monster within,
I have loved women, I have loved men.
I have learned how to be docile, I have learned to be a fighter,
I have learned when to loosen the rope, when to make it tighter.
I have learned when to die, and when to kill,
When to yell, and when my tongue should be still.
I have lived by lakes,
And felt winter's first snowflake.
I have lived in castles and in shacks,
I have fought the law and fallen through the cracks.
I have lived in mansions on hills,
I have watched flowers bloom on naked window sills.
I have traveled to planets people didn't know exist,
I have accomplished every single item on my bucket list.
I have visited the moons of Jupiter and Mars,
I have suffered both physical and emotional scars.
How have I done these impossible things you ask,
It was far too easy a task.
I simply opened a book and broke its spine,
Closed off the noise of the world, and opened my mind.
Tonight there is no telling where I will go or what I may see,
But you are more than welcome to come with me!
Such dusty mats of coconut, and hats,
and wicker chairs that creak; and chats, and cats
on sills that suck the early sun that spills
through glass to pass into the frills and twills
that talk and twitter, pass the time till tiffin,
pass the time of day this way until
the chills of morning pass; and cups and saucers
clink and find the sink.
The daily round’s
begun and yarns are spun in sun and shade
until the fading light brings night; and glass
that’s black as peat reflects the hats and cats
upon themselves while vats of black-tar dark
and bats are kept outside; and clinks announce
that time again that brings the hour for drinks.
Trees stand silently and bare
Yet in their silence dwells the hope of spring
Though winter keeps them in its icy glare
Desolate landscapes bare the scars of winter's sting
And hardly a creature utters a sound
Yet in their silence dwells the hope of spring
Days are bleak with gray skies all around
While icicles hang from window sills
And hardly a creature utters a sound
As life stands still in winter's chill
Those sunny days are hard to find
While icicles hang from window sills
Cold winds blow with storms that blind
But the hope of spring does not decline
Though sunny days are hard to find
As weary creatures look for a sign
Trees stand silently and bare
But the hope of spring does not decline
Though winter keeps them in its icy glare
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Written on: 11/11/ 2012
Contest Judged On: 4/30/16
When I was six or seven my mama had a friend,
Who thought quite highly of herself and liked to play pretend.
When she came over seemed to me she noticed everything,
From a little dust here or there to condition of window screens.
Mama shooed me and Smokey from the kitchen while she cleaned.
Smokey went to her bedroom and climbed on her dresser to dream.
Mama's friend came over, her nose high in the air.
I thought she looked like a hound dog, sniffing for a hare.
She ran her fingers along the sills, inspected the cup Mom proferred.
She chatted about the things she owned, the places she had toured.
She talked about her family line, her neighbors and her friends.
Mama smiled and nodded, I sat there and grinned.
They were going out that day to shop and see some sights.
Mom left me with Sister and told us not to fight.
She went into her bedroom to dress and fix her hair.
You should have seen the lady's eyes as she spied him lying there.
Smokey lay there very still, curled up in a ball.
"What a beautiful fur piece! So lustrous, black and all!
I want one just like it! I hope that you don't mind!
Why everyone would envy such a piece so fine!"
"Why it would go with anything! You must tell me where you got it!
It really must have cost a bit!" then she reached out to touch it.
Smokey stirred and stretched his frame and opened amber eyes.
Her mouth fell open and she stared in startled, shocked surprise.
"That's no fur piece, that's my cat!"I told her in indignance.
I gathered him into my arms, the cat stared in indifference.
It felt good to see her shock, her voice for once unheard.
The only thing she thought to say was simply,"Oh My Word!"
Mama laughed until she cried as she told Dad the story.
Dad gave the cat a bit of fish and said,"Perhaps, 'bout him, we should worry."
Each air conditioner is topped
With its own mound of snow,
As well as all the window sills
I see, lined in a row.
I hear the blowing snow machines
From down there on the street,
A background noise to the more pleasant
Pinging of the sleet.
The cars are covered, clad in white,
And won’t be moved for days,
Though buses and some SUV’s
Plow through the wintry glaze.
It’s comfy in my city home;
There’s tennis on TV.
With food to eat and beer to drink,
We’ll get by cozily.
Tomorrow will be time to start
To venture from the nest,
But while the snow keeps swirling,
Looking out from in is best.
There's more to keeping house,
Than washing dishes, sweeping floors.
You must wipe away the dirt,
From window sills and doors.
Picking up and straightening,
For certain is a must,
But if you want it to be clean,
It's wash and scrub or bust.
Because you ran the vaccuum,
You think you've done a chore;
But did you wash the window panes?
Did you mop the floor?
The cupboard doors need wiping down,
Else they get greasey, tacky.
The hood above the stove as well.
The counter tops are nasty.
Then there's dusting to be done,
And don't forget the bathroom.
Tub and toilet, bathroom sink,
Deodorize the room.
Now if you think your work is done,
The bedrooms need a cleaning;
So everything smells fresh and clean,
As you lay a-dreaming.
Tomorrow is another day,
Just like the one before.
You did all this just yesterday,
But it must have grown some more.
On the Twenty Fifth, December Night,
Black Skies Sparkle with bright light!
Church Bells ring,Ding!Dong!Ding!
Chores of angels ,start to sing!
Merry Christmas!Everyone!
Happy Birthday,Jesus Son.
We rejoice in prayer and joy,
as We thank this New Born Boy,
He is Born for You and Me,
from Our darkness ,sets us free.
Christmas time,a time for Friends,
Tender Hugs and shaking Hands.
Red Holllies in Window Sills,
Deers and sleighs,Over the Hills.
Cheery music in the streets,
Christmas time,a time for peace,
Neighbours sharing Merry greets,
robin's nest, safely in trees..
Its a time we give Our best,
thinking more about the rest,
Christmas Cards,a Christmas Gift,
Its Our time,to give and give!!
Christmas Spirit,Home sweet Home,
A star twinkling ,on each Dome.
Lots of toys, For Homeless Kids,
Stories told and ancient myths.
Brindisi ! a toast! Saluting with a kiss,
Warm mulled wine,We never miss..
French Beres,Red coats to dress,
in their tails,Men, look their best.
Decorating Christmas trees,
altogether,Families!
Phone calls ,far across the miles,
Happy Cries and lovely smiles.
Stocking with little surprise,
Before New Dawn,wake and rise.
Five course lunch, For Everyone,
Turkey roasted,just well done.
Aunties,Cousins ,join together,
On this Christmas ,Winter Weather.
At four tea,a Christmas Bun!
Crowd in Chit Chat,having Fun.
Grandma ,bakes ,a Christmas Cake
Snowballs,Mince Pies and Fig Dates.
I prepare ten christmas logs,
Cherries,Nuts,Whisky and Chocs,
Yummie Candies,so delicious,
Forget all which is nutritiuos..
Little Crib in every House,
Grandpa dress as Santa Clause,
Presents,granting many wishes,
Christmas Day, so very precious.
Missletoe and Gleaming eyes,
Christmas Carols,Christma Rhymes.
Cosy Eve,Burning Flames of Fire place,
Spicy wood and Indoor games.
Long Processions in the Streets,
all the Door Knobs Hold Gold Wreaths.
Candle lights in Children's hands,
Miss Christmas and Snow men Dance!
All the Nations holding Hands,
War Is Over,Still a Chance!
Many Blessings On Our Lands,
Merry Christmas Super Friends..
Merry Christmas Everyone,
Welcome Home,Enjoy the Fun! :)
(Inspired by Caroline Devonshire)
(Welcome in my picture of Christmas Landia)
Charma
The cold hand of Winter swiftly approaches
Its breath etches frost on my windowpanes
Nearer my threshold, Death now encroaches
Blood is slowly chilling inside my frail veins
Reaper's wild winds pelts hail on my roof
His breath etches frost on my windowpanes
Snowdrifts climb higher on the sills in reproof
Huddled in a corner, my fear is spurred
Reaper's wild winds pelts hail on my roof
This room is the chamber where I'll be interred
On the threshold of madness, I'm losing grip
Huddled in a corner, my fear is spurred
Winter's hand has caused a temperature dip
I flinch at the sound of a knock on my door
On the threshold of madness, I'm losing grip
Terror incites me to curse what I abhor
The cold hand of Winter swiftly approaches
I flinch at the sound of a knock on my door
Nearer my threshold, Death now encroaches
August 17, 2017
Seagulls and Saints of Emmaus
David J Walker
I see Seagulls and Saints
And icy sills of Window’s
Restraints of blurred realities
And unaccompanied Complaints
But clearly every pray ends
In amends and Amens
And incitant constraints
I see syllables in Sawgrass
A syllabus of things passed
Down in hands of hand me down
Phases and phrases
Of false praise promises of
Devine Salutations extended to
The someone just behind me
I see sunsets and bad bets
In this and that complications of
Unfinished pages of equivocations
On the road to Emmaus,
(about seven miles from Jerusalem)
“Stay with us” we plead
for it is nearly evening and the day is almost done.”
So he went and broke bread
And then fled as their eyes opened.
And That’s when I saw
Seagulls and Saints
Dining in fields
of locust and wild honey
4/30/17
No more games of truth or dare
Getting to anywhere
Through the air
It's like I wasn't even there
Above the houses
And any mountains
Way out in
A place yet to be founded
Where it occasionally became clouded
Over the hills
Where the air is occasionally still
Near and far from any window sills
And fields being tilled
Or where oil is being drilled
Through different zones
Up and across roads
With varying amounts of stones
Whether similar or different biomes
All around the cliffs
Where it's still hit or miss
Staying the same or a change and shift
Across any planes and rifts
By the oceans
And ships in motion
Areas narrow or wide open
That do or don't have totems
By: Dalton Ogletree