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there are dew drops on my whiskers,
as I blink my eyes to greet the morn,
I rise to my feet and stretch and yawn,
and saunter down to the shallow lake,
slowly through the tall tufts of dry grass,
they are much the same colour as me,
but my stripes hide me further!
I announce my presence with a loud growl,
making some birds skittle and fly,
a monkey chatters a warning cry,
the cheetal look me straight in the face,
the Sambhal rushes away to a safe distance,
I am in no hurry to start my hunt today,
my last kill should last me this week,
I shall rest and watch my vast lands,
that bear my pug marks and my smell,
the golden Sun lights up my forest,
I am the King of the Sunderbans!
written 20/10/23
Wild Animal Poetry contest
Shadow Hamilton Sponsored
Personification
Here we are in 1650, which is ten minutes to five
swing the wheel to the West, which is left,
put your sun cream away, man the mizzen and the stays
as we set off for some murder and some theft.
You'll find us as your hosts on the sunny Barbary Coast
and from there we venture forth to ply our trade
we've been out leaving them for dead from the Atlantic to the Med
before we skittle off back home our fortunes made
With a yo-ho-ho and a barrel of grog
and an arrr and some other cliches
table leg for a thigh and a patch on me eye
as a Pirate I will end my days
As I previously stated we all get inebriated
from our copious imbibing of the grog
our excuse is there's no Cola in the bars of Hispaniola
which is why we need the hair of the dog
With a yo-ho-ho and a barrel of grog
and an arrr and some other cliches
table leg for a thigh and a patch on me eye
as a Pirate I will end my days
Got a woman in Bermuda and another in Tortuga
and they give me lots of lovin' for some coins
and although they're very foxy they're just both a pair of doxies
which I'm sure explains the rash around me groin
With a yo-ho-ho and a barrel of grog
and an arrr and some other cliches
table leg for a thigh and a patch on me eye
as a Pirate I will end my days
Now we're really no buffoons when it comes down to doubloons
and our treasure chests are burstin' at the seams
then old Blackbeard started spouting about doing our accounting
so I said (before I shot him) 'in your dreams'
(ye chorus)
As we skirmish the Atlantic I was starting to get frantic
since the one thing on my voyage I've always feared
is the men who've not been coming for a while across some women
have all started wearing lipstick, which is weird
(arr, the chorus again)
Well it's reached that point me hearties where we anchor down and party
so me shipmates here on board I'd like to thank
though the mix of food and beer has now given me diarrhea
which is why I've made our cook just walk the plank
(for thee last time, chorus, arrrr)
September 17th 2015, 'A pirate's life for me' contest, sponsor Kelly Deschler
(Author's note- there are several spellings of diarrhea, but it doesn't matter, they all have 'arr' in 'em, me hearties)
Silence As Friend
by Odin Roark
We noisy ones
From bathinette ducky splash
To deep end cannonball flood
Passing from school yard horseplay
To boardroom P & L tantrums
The journey seems long
Knowing well
Noise receives attention
And encouragement
Just as hate remains impatient
Love
Like winter snowfall
Clings to trees and branch
Awaiting exhaustion before
Absorbance reaches its time
Such is the quietude of arrival
Where stormy expression
Finally worn of course
Renders our epiphany clear
Sometimes
We learn too late
The need to quiet the self
Discover that inner peace
Where noises of life
Skittle to ground
Mere timpani-tainted dust specks
Needing only to retire their chaos
Often
For others
The finding of such stillness
Is to know the healing quietness
Of inner tears coating our wounds
Flooding liquid light into heretofore darkness
Relegating shadows into the wings
The fortunate
Surround themselves
With arrival’s hush
While many of habitual clinging
Continue to fill the void with noise
Having yet to discover
Silence as friend
Hare Krishna's
In their Pickups
Depressed Comics
Down on their Luck
Teenage Girls
Screaming Meme's
Commie Pinko's
Leftward Leaning
Vincent Price
Flo and Eddie
Rodger Rabbit
Priscilla Presley
Nuns in Habits
Dwarf's in Ponchos
Deadbeat Dads
Munching Nachos
Right-Wing Nut Jobs
Trading Slogans
A few Hero's
Including Hogan
Are just a few of the sights you see
At the front gates of Graceland
Memphis, Tennessee
Buddhist Monks
With Electric Banjos
Holding Signs Up
Of Marlon Brando
Taxi Cabs
Blaring Show Tunes
Pregnant Women
Down-loading Soon
Derby Jockeys
Flying Monkeys
Kool-Aidholics
Skittle Junkies
Bozo The Clown
Bumper Stickers
Psychedelic
Crazed Toad Lickers
Rhinestone Cowboys
In their Skivvies
Gothic Girls
Heebie Jeebies
Are just a few of the sights you see
At the front gates of Graceland
Memphis, Tennessee
Blue Haired Granny's
In pink Moo Moos
Ballerina's In
Tattered Tutus
Mathematician's
Number Crunchers
Even have Some
Out to Lunchers
Model 50's
Do Wop Daddies
One More Round Of
Flo and Eddie
People Sneaking
Across the Border
Lonely Fry Cooks
Taking Orders
A Few Wannabes
Not Saying Much
Will The Real Elvis
Please Stand Up
Are just a few of the sights you see
At the front gates of Graceland
Memphis, Tennessee
Thank you...Thank you very Much
Ladies and Gentlemen
Elvis...Has Left The Building
welcome to the monster family stomp
tromp slap skittle scurry trip and tromp
were those the rats so evil and furry?
monsters are afraid of these creatures, so hurry!
I think one just bit me down deep in my head!
Man up, you idiot, yelled my uncle rafe.
Dracula is here, showing us how to dance red.
A hoarse laugh made me feel unsafe.
This is as idiotic as the two-step said Auntie Mare.
The next thing I knew, she was thrown down a stair.
Next time there won’t be a warning, Dracula said with a sneer.
I was horrified, because now I was filled with big fear.
tromp slap skittle scurry stomp stomp stomp
this line dancing set up fits well in this swamp.
glad you like it, I can read your mind.
it was some strange creature of the loudest kind.
tromp slap skittle spin twirl, dash spin.
I did not dare get out of the family line I was in.
A bird comes to tell me a story,
perched on my window sill,
it knocks on the glass to wake me up,
with its bright yellow bill!
This morning’s tale was about their love,
love as all the birds know,
sparrows, larks, black ravens and the dove,
their bond and wedding vow!
Their start of love is dance of feathers,
a skittle, circle, shake,
build her a nest that stands all weathers,
close to the big blue lake.
Love her, love her, love her tenderly,
her heart is soft as her,
dote on her, she soon be motherly,
needs emotional cover.
Season of flowers will soon be here,
seeds to feed little ones,
eggs hatch as new yellow bills appear,
squeaking with mouth open.
As parents we love them, love them dear,
one day they fly away,
never see them again nor we hear,
alive or fallen prey!
Birds do not cry, so no tears were seen,
so I wept for, instead,
I had been through what this bird had been,
bent and kissed her forehead!
So love as we know is all the same,
be human, bird or beast,
next time if you kill or maim a game,
their love may be your feast!
written 8/June/ 2022
9,6,9,6 syllables with rhyme.
Flight two poetry contest
Chantelle Anne Cooke sponsored
Rattling like Skittle packets in my hand,
seeds so miniscule will become so grand.
Bull's Blood Beets and Brandywine Tomato
begin the extensive garden rainbow.
Scarlet Nantes Carrots hide in the earth,
while Cronus Pumpkins expand showy girth.
Honeygold Corn boasts a barbecue treat.
Sweet Banana Peppers reach for the heat.
Green abounds in salad varieties
and fresh-off-the-vine, crisp Sugar Snap Peas.
Blue Vantage Cabbage leaves will soon enfold.
Borage attracts bees, periwinkle bold.
Purple Queen Bush Beans will lean together
while eggplant shines in dry August weather.
Like candy dreams, my mouth starts to water
with consumption hopes when days get hotter.
5-1-2021
Rhyming Couplets Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Janice Canerdy
Don't think you've fallen
where no one else has fallen
don't think you're fighting
a fight no one's fought
Growing up in a world of rainbows and glitter
shielded from the stress and the strain when you're little
learning balls and chains knock you down like a skittle
now knowing how lows always follow on quicker
this place you've fallen is a test or a calling
a challenge to change via natural warning
indifferent nights sleep waking up in the morning
good times come sudden for now bad keep pouring
You're facing a hurdle
it's still the same track
just jump land and cycle
pace in vein get back
most willingly abled
with skill to adapt
you're facing a hurdle
it's still the same track