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I chase my pains; they fail to move,
Their strength, indeed, they wished to prove;
Midst joys, like thistles, they appear,
Like cobras, they, within, fright gear;
Grieves caused by dear and near ones dead,
Fear that stops legs to step ahead;
Distress, that like scorpion, stings,
Or like Vampire bats spreads dark wings;
Darkness of loneliness seeps in,
What way could I in my life win?
Isolation caused by self-hate,
Becomes, often, fair bait of fate;
Anger fills my psychic pitcher,
Emptiness within grows richer;
Eagles of vengeance fly about,
Helplessness causes, in doubt, shout;
Green snakes hide within my home lawns,
Each day, thus, like gloomy death, dawns;
Midst good and bad there's no distance,
What use is such an existence?
18 October 2022
In her soft, calloused hand, she holds the unwritten letters,
As her ears ring, with unheard love songs, and tender words unspoken
His shallow poems of love so deep, in sweet bitterness resounds
And hover above her, like snakes on the ground
She had been so careless with each cautious step
But now, he then revealed too many secrets kept
She had been kept in the dark, that shined with unseen visions
And now was her time to make undecided conclusions
Her dry eyes weep gladly, with tears of such sorrow
She hopes for sweet raindrops with clear skies tomorrow
Her memory is keen with passion's forgotten voices
She has learned new wisdom now...taught with reckless choices
The sadness she suffers, displayed with her smile
Never was such love that is here for awhile
As their love dwindled down to the stars in the sky
She had asked for the truth, and would wait for the lie
What's been here all along, did not happen at all
In tomorrow's sweet springtime, that came with yesterday's fall
All his letters tossed away, lie bundled here before her
With the cold of the summer, flies the warm winter's air
Although the loss does not hurt, the pain crushes severely
And now her clouded eyes can see it all, so dimly, yet so clearly
_____________________
OXYMORON CONTEST
Change Aint Easy
We thought it was so simple back then
Things didn't need to have to make sense
different words were okay,
yep green on both sides of the fence
We just played
I was a boy
you were a girl
My hair straight yours had a bit of curl
Jumping on pogo sticks
feeling dizzy when we'd twirl
Boy things, girl things?
Forget it, let's follow that squirrel
Today kids gotta be gender neutral free
No labels, no siree
He's not a him and she aint a she
No one knows for sure who they might be
maybe somewhere in the middle or all three
I remember boys and girls climbing trees
hopscotch, jump rope and skinned knees
We'd pretend to sail the seven seas
Little kids didn't know about birds and the bees
We didn't have the politically correct disease
Yep, we were more interested in running with the breeze
Playing outside in sunshine
or even when it would freeze
Just kids building forts
Playing cowboys and Indians in our shorts
Using pieces of wood as racquets
on the tennis court
playing with snakes and toads
unconcerned with warts
Our biggest worry
was bringing home our school reports
Yes, I understand the world is changing
It's time to point fingers and start blaming
The past generation needs shaming
We're toothless fierce
But somehow
we still need taming
trying our best but lacking training
No need to worry
the old ways are fading
Now it's okay
if it's us you're hating
In time you'll be old
and with the new young you'll be debating.
I'll be long gone
Hopefully you won’t be complaining
Yep, change can be awfully frustrating...
Note: I put myself in an older person’s shoes and tried to imagine how things have changed since the 40s and 50s. The landscape has changed quite a bit since then. Each subsequent generation will look back and think their time was the good old days and the next generation will need to put their stamp on the world. Then their time will end, and the following generation will think they had it all wrong. As long as we keep trying hopefully we'll get more right than wrong.
When the existential magic disappears
And life holds nothing more than
my terrestrial tears and frivolous fears
When feeding my mind is no longer empirical
Or essential, as human hunger suffices,
when I no longer thirst, and eminence gives no rise,
and sullen shibumi canopies worn and torn
shade not the arid and hot desert, once the lofty
snow summits forthwith cloaked in thawing toxins
Or the ruby rose that does not scent me, reminiscently
as its thorns prick crimson numbness
Tasteless is the blood from this warrior’s sword
And Lords with rattles of snakes poison less
Horns no longer adorn me, my ashes freed
I’ve heard of a hall of the slain,
where dead heroes reign
When our world gives way to the next
Where golden shields a palatial fortress
Take one more fallen warrioress,
to other realms, plush, pristine, called
Valhalla, an afterglow
Sun and clouds play cat and mouse in mid fall
They are too bored to attempt anything else
Even in my dreams, I've never seen a cow jump over the moon;
Nor in my waking hours have I seen a dog outrun a cat. But I have
Seen a spider real in an ant for breakfast. Before his demise, I attempted
To direct the ant on a different path, but he refused. And one morning,
There was a yard bug trapped in the web of a black widow spider. I spotted
The spider about 6 feet away. I then proceeded to free the yard bug who
Lived to see at least a few more hours. I could not protect him further.
I have often wondered if I should have interfered with nature's way.
In the world of nature, for example, I see the need for snakes.
Snakes for educational purposes in the zoo, I understand.
But to have snakes for pets, I am at a complete loss.
Neither the snake nor humans are well served thereby.
Were I king of the world, snakes as pets would be outlawed.
I may not have 2020 vision, but that's the way I see it.
100921PSCtest, Let's Mix It Up, Constance La France. 3P
Poetry/Couplet unrhymed/Imagism unrhymed/Free Verse
A hiatus of verse,
for at least three months or more
But today an early incident,
to add to the rhythmic score
Barefoot in the garden,
prior to rising of the sun
Illumination from a headlight
allows hours of gardening fun
Sticks and stones on bare feet
can sometimes cause some pain
Today it was most unusual, not just once
but a second time again
The first time was a puzzle, how could the foot lodge,
between a branch and a protruding stem???????!!
But it wasn't very long before the mystery it was solved
Once again a clamp down on upper and lower foot. Ahem???
Knee jerk reaction to remove
the inconvenient impediment
Lift the foot, shake the leg. It's worked !!
Seems to be, a successful experiment
And as the freed up missile whistled through the air,
a yellow belly, revealing in the light
First thought, it's a tree snake, but no!!!
tis a python, what an awesome sight !!
One puncture wound upon a toe
drew a small amount of blood and a small amount of fright
Blessed that pythons have no venom, at least an hour has passed,
still able to sit here and write
An old idiom exists that states,
once bitten one is doubly shy
Today twice bitten what does that mean
having witnessed that a snake can really fly
A day of snakes, a python,
that's how it had begun
Four hours later, a yellow faced whip snake,
lying relaxedly in the sun
Sometimes it's said,
events often come in threes
Anymore today it's hoped
the snake will be slithering through the trees
Fate, you seamstress old witch
Garments of life measured with line
The misery of men, a fabric been stitched
By your roughshod, wicked designs
Buttons missed, or threading used frayed
Throws muscular waste and decay
The world, steeped in suffering has paid
With the dystrophied lives you betray
Impoverished styles you’ve miserly made
While the hungry painfully wails
Cut-corner fashions are endlessly weighed
On your crooked, treacherous scales
Celestial shop, contains all the cloth
All the ribbons, the bows and the bands
Yet beautiful clothes, are put-off with sloth?
Or lie idle in withering hands?
No orders come in, tailored and chopped
For a dress spangle entrenched?
And what of the suit, with sleeves to be lopped
That for months sat on your bench?
Your life shall be hemmed, in a straightjacket locked
And laced with poisonous snakes
By a white coat I’ve mended, with pockets I cropped
And cut to your sickening tastes!
Hunger for perfectly placed punga path
Snakes surely slowly..garlanded scarf
Turns & rakes fern festooned forest floor
Sun dappled glade, bathed and swathed
Glorious green sheens in every shade
Follow the hidden hollow - through a secret door..
Fairies frolic on tour…bucolic tonic to explore
Rumbling..fumbling through moss tumbling dreams
Stumbling…rambling, ambling & scrambling
Rugged roots hugs…tugs.. rock hewn strewn rugs...
Babbling gabbling brooks..dabbling with nooks
Where all is not as it seems
Whispers wafting of winsome wonders
Then through the bush wanders
Boisterous bursts in sensational spurts and splurts…
Spellbound by the sound..moreish moans
Raiding…cascading…braiding polished stones
Pedigree lichen filigree frippery lurches..
Gluts shouldered.. struts bouldered ruts
Gliding sliding down slippery perches
Travesty not to unwind when you find
Mystical, magical, mythical majesty
See this tantalising tree lined tapestry
Mother Nature’s one of a kind churches
I close my eyes and I can see you,
Feel you… love you & miss you so…
You already know.. you are
My special place.. My beloved Koropuko...
Elephantine Dusk
A herd of elephants stroll step for endless pacing step
Stamp mysterious majesty retreat from their waterhole
Settle for the night marching tusks on silent dust in dusk
Massive majesty blends into the looming dark’s descent
As the moon howls wolf to hyenas’ leopards’ vultures’ call
One massive saffron rise of lunar dawn prepares for slumber
Trumpets announce the silent embrace of nature’s toil on soil
Trodden cherished as snakes have slithered their serpentine charm
A symphony of flutes and lutes on the distant horizontal plane
Another day done a circle of life returned in infinite grace
When a shining orange globe disappears for a few moments
Alights the horizon of heartfelt messages under an African sky
I am a visitor prey only with vanishing vision and humble belief
Feel so small put in my place a keeper of lonely longing freedom
Imprinted below rising stars of Southern wisdom on my soul
Lie gratitude and the feeble knowledge that memories sparkle
And fade unless I listen to the elephant’s call in quiet composure
18th July 2018
God’s greatest work of art isn’t mankind
It isn’t the food we eat at mealtime.
It isn’t the leaves that fall from the tree,
It isn’t the honey we get from a bee.
It isn’t the stranger who became our friend,
It isn’t the money we love to spend.
It isn’t the green grass covering the ground
It isn’t the snakes slithering around.
God’s greatest work of art can be seen everyday
It surrounds our world as we hurry on our way.
It’s the majestic sunrise that greets each day
It’s the sweet smell of fresh cut hay.
It’s a child’s smile innocent and pure
It’s a doctor’s intelligence developing a cure.
It’s the song of rain dancing on the roof
It’s the crunch of snow beneath a horse’s hoof.
It’s the gift of love we share with each other
It’s the miracle of life when you become a mother.
It’s the enchanting sunset bringing on the night
It’s the simple knowledge of what’s wrong and what’s right.
It’s the strength and courage to face our fears
It’s the gift of memories from our past years.
It’s the millions of stars blanketing the sky
It’s the flight of an eagle soaring up high.
It’s the colorful rainbow after the storm
It’s the way we come together when our lives are torn.
God’s greatest work of art isn’t mankind
It’s the birth of peace at Christmas time.
It’s a special love two people share
It’s a heavenly angel watching over us with care.