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IF NOT
If you can’t keep your head when all around you
Are keeping their’s and blaming it on you.
If you cannot trust yourself when all men look to you
And condemn them for relying on you too.
If you’re impatient and be tired of waiting,
Or being treated honestly, still deal in lies.
Or being loved, give way to thoughts of hating
And yet look angel-like and talk too wise.
If when you dream your dreams are rather lewd,
And when you think, your thoughts are just the same.
If you can’t project a decent attitude
And if you never can accept the blame.
If you think only of your selfish needs,
Oblivious of the needs of others.
Or, caught out in some parlous deed,
You blame it on your brothers.
If, when you’re in the pub you’re offered just one more
And though you’ve had too much you take it.
If having one more cigarette may put you at death’s door
Yet, knowing that, you just cannot forsake it.
If on the football field you hack opponents down,
Or, at cricket, sledge to cheat the batsman out.
If, given out, you meet the umpires verdict with a frown,
Then, in the dressing room, you hurl your bat about.
If, in the betting shop, you risk what’s meant for food
And, losing it, write I.O.U’s.
If still you’re in an unrepentant mood
And study once again the racing news.
If you have all these faults and many more,
You’re not unique when all is said and done.
There’s plenty in our family gone before.
And what is more - you’ll be my son - my son!
The great expanse of the Mississippi
just outside a sleepy little ledge-locked
town in western Wisconsin called Maiden Rock,
is where we like to picnic in October.
Above the north/south railroad tracks at a spot
overlooking the river is our favorite picnic table.
A century old working well with an ancient iron, creeky
sledge-handle provides fresh water.
Freight trains constantly rumble past in both both
directions, frantically racing against the coming winter.
The river, 3-miles wide at this stretch, surges a steady
dominoes of whitecaps down the river.
White Pelicans, with their striking long yellow bills,
huddle in vast rafts of white, just off the current, resting
and feeding on small fish, their migration only
beginning.
Barges, heavy-laden, plow south, pushed by stout
baroque tugs. Behind us, straight-up, limestone
bare bluffs tower, Bald Eagles circling lazily
alongside.
Mom likes the local handmade cheddar-brats, grilled;
on sprouted 9-grain buns with ice-cold spring
water!
the brats are spittin' sizzlin' cheddar!
time to go!
10/25/14
SANTA AND REINDEER
Santa gave urgent call to his pet reindeer
‘I have bought new glossy satin cap to wear.
and a shiny red dress
embroidered with white lace.
Get prepared prompt to pull my sledge this year.’
Reindeer rushed to tell Santa Claus ‘I do pledge
This year also I am sure to pull your sledge
But I need more dollar
to buy a nice collar
and will love to taste sumptuous beverage.
12/06/12
Second Place
'Christmas Limerick Contest by Alexis Y.
He fell, yet held to denial
She'd gone several seasons to send him to hell
Cold iron rod was insufficient to smash him
She saw and stretched for the sledge
His face of caramel caved, dwindled he like a drunk
Rage of storm flung him fast amidst junk.
Astronomical lift cushioned her
Keen students returned respect, while she waged war
For the culprit, that aged false balm intent to win -
One would glean, Neil deGrasse Tyson discerned her dreams
He knew folk art, martial art, art of other sort
His gift lingered long like caution to one
For he stood as master of space she graced
She who observed in awe his wit, felt aroused.
Then and there, she feared no more the devil's lure
Weapons herculean lay wait
She pounced and pound, his faint voice drowned.
She lunged, sledgehammered away his head
Specialists would haul and burn remains,
joy and pain, touch of rain, prelude to spring renewal.
*
follow me
across barren land
where unnamed streets
etch a path
to a town
unborn
watch the nearby hills
come to life
beneath the whisper
of gentle wind
their silhouettes
reflecting the golden hues
of day
their dance
as gentle
as summer's breeze
follow me
down cobblestone streets
forming in the distance
as frames of wood
take shape
beneath the sledge
of hammers
echoing
the screams
of protestors
trying to save
what little beauty
remains
follow me
along the banks
of streams
where deer
come to drink
and racoons
frolic
and play
in the confines
of space
remaining
follow me
down memory lane
where wooded lands
and wildflowers
flourished
nourished
by the rain
as it fell
all around
follow the drop
of rain
as it lands
upon the velvet petals
then trickles down
reclaimed by the roots
of what existed
before houses
took shape
follow the trickle of rain
as it streams
towards edges of creeks
already overflowing
with rain
unclaimed
follow me
down paths
of destruction
as toppled buildings
lay in ruins
as the floods
reclaim the land
follow me
across barren land
where named streets
etch a path
to a town
destroyed
Mood envelopes in a so dry quiet sea
morbidity and mortality merge
blood from different cut flesh flow like thick tea
squeezed vehicle looking more like a sledge
with another’s state, giving a loud noise
as misfortune comes from man’s own thunder
what is on site gives the much needed voice
struggling to survive stays quite under
man in scattered meat as life keeps malice
just a little mistake, huge is the prize
a beautiful corpse with I.D Alice
death yet swallows, still increasing in size
see what a terrible moment can bring
mistake or not, deadly is the slapped sting.
COLD WINTER BLUES
Cold winter blues pasted on hazy firmament.
On snow Sunrays dazzle in aqua glow.
Luster of Autumn shadowed by foggy panorama.
Dewdrops at dawn shine as sapphires on glass blades.
Winter ice glistens nice on splendid show.
Icebergs hidden or open threatens vessels on ocean.
Numbness sensation to hold snowballs in fun.
Terrible frosty weather brings Jolly Jack Frost.
Enters winter with utmost snowy effort.
Reindeer pulls sledge of Santa Claus on slippery snow.
Bucolic site and cityscape covered in cloudy canopy.
Low luminous Sun hides itself in misty dusty sky.
Under drizzling snow couple stepping tiptoe.
Embraced tight, pressed lips not to chatter.
Smoggy ambient as cold winter blues in view.
10/ 06/20
Second Place
'Pick a Title Vol.23 Seasonal Acrostic' Contest by Edward Ibeh
'Completely Your Choice (39) Contest by Brian Strand
Through the frosty forest we roam
With our keen-edged tools in hand
We seek the fairest Christmas tree
That shall adorn our land
We spy a pine with verdant boughs
And spires of tender green
We fell it with a gentle stroke
And bear it to our scene
We mount it on our sledge and speed
Back to our cottage warm
We plant it in the parlour bright
And gaze upon its form
We deck it with a glittering store
Of baubles, lights, and rings
We crown it with a radiant star
And bind it with gay strings
We cluster round the cheerful hearth
And chant our festive songs
We bless the Lord for His grace divine
And wish each other merry Yule-tide
Take DOMINION
Hello somebody.
Have you heard of the info that escalates our world?
It's been talked of and laws were enacted
Yet all seem to be ignorant of its consequence.
What could be said of one to rip us of our pride,
Dignity and sense of being?
Could there be justification for the actus reus
Of penetration with no will?
Nothing, I mean nothing!
Indecent fashions and advanced snubbing
Can't be the best cause for this to be.
When 'tis known that your urge is huge - -
Go and marry!
Say the Holy books
Not of a father to have canal knowledge of the lad.
Nothing could be the gain of revenge
After advances had been turned down with abuses than regrets.
Come over to hear what will make your heart melt
Would you have been in that suit and not call for justice?
Even madam Justisa will have no rest at your requests.
Why don't you hit yourself with the sledge
You're using on others?
No difference does it make of a silence.
Our world has made to be in lieu of intimacy.
Though It's judicially noticed that sex urge is killing
But that's not an excuse
To let your pens or pus make a fool of you.
You're a prince and princess
No royal blood dances to the tones of urge
Take dominion and not let it be vice versa
For you're the architect of your fate.
Subjugate the flesh!
©? olorode olorunleke
Form:
Before exploration, encounter ran its course
She wanted simplicity, he tended to soul search
Vixen and Mr. Marriage sprung from alternate reason
Ship containing contradiction was destined to lurch
Pledge of sledge hammer sex initially extended
Revoked by omnipresent insecurity
Prowling for night of abandon, unquenched lust driven
Met his wall built by fear, founded in obscurity
Decay of a dream, mismatched to hers, devoid of care
Love to a morphed charicature, - what motivation?
Superfluous term of submissive whimsy's windblown
Self worth held no place for emotional temptation
Rusted hinges swung between satisfied and longing
Chance to be susceptible to tenderness, renounced
By transient track spanning decades, independent
Her resilience rode solo strengths in endless amounts
21st September 2020
Written for Contest : Decay
Sponsor: Constance La France
13 syllables per line