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It is an impressive break up.
The maestro conducts a symphony that
crushes eardrums with locomotive rumbling,
thumping, bumping, and dumping
of large chunks of cracking, crackling
crystalline ice pushing down river.
Hundreds of tons of ice come together –
hopefully without devastation.
It is an environment of change.
In soto voce, soft rippling rivulets,
icicles dribbling, dripping droplets,
the slushing of crusted, melting snow.
Snowshoe hares, squirrels, and wolverine
emerge into full Spring activity.
Mush dogs’ serenades ride the winds,
yipping and campaigning for dinner.
Time to secure Winter’s store of firewood,
move boats and fish wheels to higher ground.
Time to hunt and gather fresh food for stores.
Time to begin restocking fresh meats of
muskrat, beaver, duck, goose, and swan.
Time to rebuild and repair.
Break up –
one of the best times of the year.
For weeks now the two young males had been watching,
waiting for their opportunity and now it was time.
They were now strong enough to take over the pride.
Signalling his intent to his brother Moto stood up
and started forward with Javier following behind.
As the reached the pride a battle royal ensued
The lionesses desperate to drive them off knowing
if they succeeded vast changes would occur.
Far in the distance Soto heard the roars and growls
as the take over ensued and rushed to protect them.
The fight was long and hard with some fatalities.
Soto received wounds that would take months to heal
as he was banished by the brothers, his life now as an outcast.
Luckily for him Zanidar joined him with her cubs of nearly a year old
She and they would keep him fed as he slowly healed.
Back at the pride the brothers set about their gruesome task
all the cubs were hunted down and killed without mercy.
Now the lionesses would soon be ready to mate again
and it would be their blood that the offspring would bear
perpetuating their line and increasing the size of the pride.
Life in the African Savannah was always cruel and hard
the brothers would face many challengers in their time.
Food always an issue once the migrating herds moved on.
Now a time of little the pride suffered and grew weaker.
The only saving grace was the buffalo not without their risks.
Valiant fighters who protected each other forming a ringed barrier
around the more vulnerable, ready to fight to the death.
With very young cubs the lionesses needed food to feed them
and desperation drove them on, finally they made a good kill
none would go hungry for a few days. In the distance the clouds
gathered rain falling far up country at last reaching them and
with the rain the vast herds once more returned and life teemed.
Now was a time of plenty and the pride recovered their health.
For seven years the brothers ruled supreme yet in the background
there were many waiting their own time. Two males in particular
Janto and Batso sons of Soto watched and waited eager to take over
until at last it was their time and turn to roust the pride males.
And so the never ending cycle started again until the next time.
MY SUMMER
In my region tropical summer
playing drama in script of hot grammar.
Yet rain storms appear to soothe and cool
soaking soil to harvest by farmer.
Sudden gust in blazing Sun, shiny Sky,
Stormy whirling wind went weepy n dry.
Summer hitting rough robust hot hammer
Birds seeking shadow, hardly dare to fly.
Tremendous scorching heat is trapped and caught.
Grass withers, dusty fields crack yielding drought.
I enjoy thunders of angry summer.
Roaring storms and floating clouds rushed and fought.
I eagerly long for summer season
Long day is the most attractive reason.
Hot summer boosting bubbling blood in flood.
Passionate flame of desire arisen.
09/06/18
Rubaiat
Contest by Soto poet
Flower Glows, Fragrance Flows
Flowers grow and glow in Springtime Kingdom:
Peerless fairness with fantastic fragrance.
Enjoy gift of flora in full freedom.
Wonderful world wide display at random,
Flowery show in enchanting elegance.
Flowers grow and glow in Springtime Kingdom.
Hidden fruits and seeds in flowery wisdom,
Playing pretty role in love and romance.
Enjoy gift of flora in full freedom.
You can miss beauty of flower seldom.
Relish, cherish, cheers casting one glance.
Flowers grow and glow in Springtime Kingdom.
Diversity of blossoms: broad spectrum,
Colors and aroma, not mere by chance.
Enjoy gift of flora in full freedom.
Flowers bless all to bid bye to boredom:
Most charming and adorable to enhance.
Flowers grow and glow in Springtime Kingdom.
Enjoy gift of flora in full freedom.
06/13/16
Springtime Villanelle
Contest Soto Poet
'Strand
The storm becomes darker roaring like a lion,
Freezing the pieces that are left behind this broken heart,
Times up…
What we once knew isn't clear anymore,
Once lovers are now zombies chasing us in this apocalypse I call life,
Our haters that bully us become our worst nightmares,
But yet they give us fuel to keep going, not giving up half way there,
Stay strong, young one,
By the way is ok to be alone with no one by your side,
I stay away far away from everyone, for I do not trust society,
Not even my own shadow do I stand close to…
Among us are crowds of strangers,
Some happy...some down...
Others fuming in a terrorizing sound
And as I am surrounded,
Though I am positively crowded,
I am so desperately alone here
As if these strangers never existed..
As if existence itself is merely a dream,
A sleeping dragon's never-waking nightmare,
Withholding wisdom that a mere figment of the imagination
Could never DREAM to attain
Locked in this chamber of disdain
Oh how long have I waited
For some seaside rain
For the antidote that will heal all of these infected
To find true love resurrected
Don't be ashamed of this hope that clings on
Do not be torn by the majority that say you are wrong...
For within the depths of hate and darkness,
An indestructible strength will emerge
Immune from life's sickly, demented surge
A unique blood running through the body and soul
Creating in you depth, endurance...and control
Your heart will glisten in the tears all around
Because no matter what happens, you will always be moved
You will NEVER become a heart of stone
But a martyr fighting for what's right
In the hope that someday
Darkness will meet light
In a balance that will only generate
Smiles...and bountiful laughter
The storms will roar on in pursuit of our souls...
But their blows are so far behind us as we soar
Into an endless ocean-shimmering sky
Only love will drive us—and the rest that binds us—
Say goodbye
-A collab with my good friend Guillermo Soto!!! Thanks for writing to me, love!
The 60's
The look was penny loafers, bobby socks,
pleated skirts, button up shirts,
bell bottom pants and headbands
Flower children were also the era,
Stood for peace and love also political movement
Listen to the music of the Beatles, Monkeys, Rolling Stones plus many more.
My heart throbbed for John Lennon, so young and in love
In my private time I listen to Liberace on the radio
Danced the Twist, Jerk, Monkey, Mashed potato, and the Watusi
I love to dance at the school Sox Hop dances up on the bleachers
Swinging my long auburn hair to the waist, back and forth
My hips moved to the twist
While everyone else danced on the gym floor
Mom’s favorite hair style, the Beehive
Dad looks so good looking behind the wheel of his 1959 De Soto station wagon
A child’s joy jumping rope, hopscotch, jacks,
Rotating a Hula hoop around my waist
Playing marbles with the boys
My favorite, climbing trees but
It always came with a broken bone
Our 35th president was John F. Kennedy
I was sitting in a swing in the playground
When we all heard he had been fatally shot
I was only 12 then
Tears ran down my face when I heard
People weren’t being treated equal
He stood for Equal Rights
We lost great man was that day
Growing up in the 60s was fun, but also very sad
Contest Name: Decades The 60’s * 2nd Place
Sponsor: Kelly Deschler
You and your sister are my greatest joy,
I am blessed that you both are in my life.
watching you two grow is what I enjoy,
I must say our home was not free of strife.
Our family loves each other so much,
we are not perfect at all, we fall short;
So, it’s crucial that we embrace God’s touch.
In times of conflict, we all showed support.
I'm grateful son, for you both every day,
you guys make me happy to be called mom.
A blessed and fruitful life is what I pray
for you and your sister; I recall your Prom.
My heart’s full as I pen this heartfelt write,
I fill in my soul that your futures look bright
05/19/23
Contest:
Sponsor: Soto Poet
Virtues of reverent past no longer rhyme
With sense of now rushing through time
As troubled voice shudders in forlorn sigh
While remnants of yore earnestly decry
Vigor of life passing by, smiles gone awry,
Powerless to console tribulations of outcry.
Bankrupt of morality, of goodwill sublime,
Arresting freedoms, restricting path of life,
Streets and communities riddled in crime,
Echo bawl of grief, wailing indignance rife,
Imposed on tranquility perturbed in strife,
Since bells, benevolent, ceased to chime.
Sadness and anguish relentlessly bemoan
In solitude of feelings ~ impassive, all alone,
Dwelling in remorse, as memories replay
Friendships and kinships now gone astray;
Searching explanation, struggling to cope,
Saying a prayer, longing blessings of hope.
February 10, 2023
Placed 1st: Acquaintance and Neighborhood Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Soto Poet
Not quite herself, her forehead hot;
it seems she has thrown up a lot.
And so she’s come to stay with me,
exposing me to what she’s got.
The baby and the other three,
off to the pool to try and see
if they can learn a stroke or two,
around the water, safer be.
I think I had some things to do,
but I’m not even sure that’s true.
I’ll leap at spending time with her,
if only for an hour or two.
And so we will not be deterred,
and in agreement, we concur
that propped up on the bed to rest
is something that we both prefer.
She snuggles in, and that’s the best.
If truth be told, I must confess
I love to watch the chimpanzees,
and with her here, I’m pretty blessed.
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For the Rubaiyat Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Soto Poet
Written on 5/26/22
RUSSIA - UKRAINE
Russia invades Ukraine showing power.
No way, but to defend! War to start.
Tanks entering,.bomb blasting in shower.
Other nations are becoming alert.
Who will stay neutral or strength to exert.
Peace of World or piece of land to conquer.
Russia- Ukraine conflict where to anchor!?
When and where to find out the syndromes!
For cease of war will both countries concur?
" COVID" ! NATO - USA fight from home.
03/08/22
NA
' Kyiv' Contest
by Kai Michael Neumann
Your Second Chance 2nd Submission
By Soto Poet