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A wise mouse lived alone in a narrow hole he had dug
in the soft soil in the backyard flank of a large house,
whose owner had a pet cat that seemed the master
of the house, for she moved around majestically
in the sprawling premises with an agile feline grace.
Once as the mouse was sniffing the ground for food
the sprightly cat chased him, but failed to catch,
for the alert mouse ran like lightning into the hole.
From that day the cat sat all the while by the hole,
waiting for the mouse to come out in search of food.
The hungry mouse faced a problem of life and death,
choice of death from hunger or being a prey to the cat
became a huge predicament, but he chose the latter,
for there was a chance that the cat wouldn’t be in sight,
and outside the hole he could find fast food to survive.
After his stomach was full his brain started to work,
flashing a novel idea across his confounded mind.
He crawled cautiously, dug a few more holes wide apart,
the confused cat didn’t know where the mouse was,
who was happy for inventing a bright piece of thought.
Moral : A little thought can solve almost all problems.
There once was an old man living all alone,
his frail memory often ran away from him
like a lean little rat with a long curved tail
to hide without trace in a small dark hole.
He was immensely fond of travelling around,
any time of the year his home he would leave
with his brown suitcase like him already old,
all his belongings it would carry like a friend.
Eager to attend the birthday of the grandchild
one morning in mild May flooded by sunshine
with a camera and suitcase he started journey
across whispering valley, along singing stream.
He took snaps of smiling flowers, birds in blue,
the pictures that would make the little girl glad.
He collected a bunch of wild flowers on the way,
made a lively bouquet to convey to her his love.
He got tired, sweat ran like rill on cracked land,
in a shade he took a nap under the setting sun.
Waking up he strode away with wind of twilight,
forgetting his things that were all left far behind.
Camera, bouquet, and suitcase spent the night
in the embrace of each other in moonbeam shine.
Coming out of hole his memory brought him back,
he was happy his things huddled together, waited.
February 11, 2019
Contest : A fairy tale for children
Sponsored by : Eve Roper
(Note : The poem is inspired by the second picture posted by
the sponsor. I'd be happy to read the story to my grandchildren.)
Fennec and Fox go out for a walk
Ran into troubles with an Eagle hawk
When questioned none of them would talk
Detective brought them home to his block
Where Hawk ate all of man’s left over chalk
Then threw up all over precinct’s favorite clock
Others in squad Room began to gawk
For some had flown onto hooker’s frock
Promise of sandwich made Fennec talk
Their fight had started at old LeRoy’s rock
Fox had called Eagle hawk’s ma a puddy hawk
Fennec added to it with his big black glock
Where he’d stashed this gun was a big shock
No one else got hurt down at the rock
To this story I would not give much stock
Except Fennec and Fox did take a walk.
Circumstance
Situation
Outcome
These were the storms in my life
Darkness and Death were closing in
Uncertainty of light through my tunnel
Desperation on family minds
Doctor’s thoughts in prepare for a Funeral
Their give up
Faith must be connected to hope
Heaven would have the last word
My Grandmother who was spiritual strong questioned the Doctor’s analysis
She started looking into the Lord’s intervention
The Lord’s revelation, “I would pass this storm and many in overcoming”
A storm that was casted over my life had disappeared
Blessings were restored one after another
A man upstairs holding the key to answers the Doctor’s didn’t understand
The storms were a call to the Lord’s miracles in what he alone establishes
Storms and rainbows work together
My rainbow being live on and fulfill on goodness
My today with many tomorrows to be
I am still standing
I give the recognition and praise to the highest
My passing storm a reminder.
I am worried
I am in despair
I am tensed
I am in low spirits
My song sounded melancholic
My thought turned pessimistic
My emotion became lifeless
My life seemed purposeless
My heart lost its rhythm
Cold shivers rippled my blood
My pulse missed its beat
Vacuum nested every nerve of my head.
I started my journey from somewhere to reach nowhere
I found myself toiling in the sands of dreary nightmare
I continued my cruise on the shoreless ocean
Searching for a home in an unknown destination
Life seemed to be a battlefield and I transformed into a weaponless warrior
Fighting with an unknown enemy for a mysterious reason
Tears were racing with the valley of blood
Anguish supplanted the graveness of a flash flood
Having fed with very little hope of survival
I gravely waited for the life's arrival.
Sailing unchaperoned in the gigantic world,
I realised that life is a personalized game and the triumph embosoms the unflinching souls.
The buildings were collapsing all around
People screaming then falling down
Than not making a sound.
(I smiled)
The ground started opening up
And people falling in.
(I smiled)
The sea waters overflowed on the land
Bringing destruction, mud, and sand.
(I smiled)
The skies turned completely black
And the sounds of the lightning’s cracked.
(I smiled)
A man stopped me and asked:
Why do you smile when the world
around you is falling down?
I responded: I smile because the lord walks
by my side, and fills my heart and soul.
I grabbed his hands- “ and he smiled”
Let me walk with you, for I also felt him too.
We walked hand in hand through this barren land.
Other people stopped and asked the same question.
Then took our hands and joined us too.
The salvation of the world was coming true.
Faith, hope, love, was following thru.
As the people joined and held hands
The destruction began to cease.
And in peoples hearts
They found relief and peace.
When they looked there were thousands
Holding each others hands
For this was - part of gods plan.
louis rams
The best bit of advice I can give for free,
To those who from anger and or frustration cannot break free,
That may set them free.
If you never let others know how you really feel,
You will only ever feel like a heel,
And there will be few chances for you to heal.
A case in point,
To prove my point,
My pretty young neighbor has been having a tough time of it,
Not coping well, and I have been asked to help with it,
And with her two young boys I am also it,
In the absence of a Father who has opted out of it,
I am the only it.
In the process of my being it,
Our personal lives came into it.
And as a result of it,
We started to talk about it.
And this is a conversation that resulted from it.
Pretty young neighbor:
"I can't give you sex but I can give you a hug"
The pretty young neighbor gives him a hug.
The one who is it:
"I was not asking for sex but I can't pretend I had not thought about it"
Pretty Young neighbor,
"But I am the same age as your daughters" as we parted.
A text a little while later from the one who is it.
To the the pretty young neighbor.
Did not want to make you feel awkward but true friendship deserves total Honesty.
I am still it,
For as long as she still needs an it,
And we have an unlikely friendship,
That is a good fit,
That will hopefully last long after she needs me as an it.
Things could have ended differently for both,
If emotions had been kept hidden,
Stifling talk about it,
With no way to fix it.
That moment I step in- front, automatic sliding
doors, of my favorite grocery store 'open-wide'
slide apart this transcends my being, automatically...
into manifest...
visions of what were to come- entered in a time
she was gliding down a busy Aisle, on her way
to unpredictable places, then at that moment...
instantly- I'm all a glow, watching her go-ha-go
near decorative doughnut tables...
silk blouse, tight fashionables everywhere
on her person, pausing to read labels...
pricing all their bargains, that catch her eye-
frustrated, unable to make eye contact- I sigh
she is not really there, just a figment, are you still with me...
see now curves around a corner, while pushing my
cart, passing all their Can's, bustling by...
they mean nothing to me...
vegetable bins are full, ripe melons, tomatoes
so red, but such a nice peach- I wipe my lips...
instead of bending for a bag of potatoes
honey-bun moseys on over to a frozen section
then turns to reveal, restricted capillaries...
while viewing that - content an all calories...
I'm thinking what they would be like, bouncy
now in my direction...
embarrassed- my revelation started to fade
disappear...
Oh my! out-of-sight-
gone- my Favorite Grocery Store Vision.
When a man took drugs, it wasn't intelligent or nifty.
Drugs killed him one year ago today at the age of 50.
He was born in 1971 and perished after living on this earth for five decades.
Doing Meth and other drugs ended the life of a man who was named Wade.
He started out smoking pot and switched to drugs that were worse.
Sadly, Wade is gone for eternity, his death certainly can't be reversed.
His family disliked him so much that a funeral was something that he didn't receive.
He loved to get high and his untimely death was something that he didn't perceive.
He would still be alive if taking drugs wasn't part of his routine.
He brutally beat up his sister because drugs made him mean.
Wade ran when his sister called the police and he was arrested when he was caught.
Marijuana led him to do worse drugs like Meth because those drugs give a bigger buzz than pot.
This makes two men that I knew who died after years of taking dope.
When it came to surviving after years of drug abuse, there was no hope.
If you take drugs, you will end up in Wade's shoes.
Say No to drugs or your life is something you'll lose.
(This is a true story about a man who died on July 22, 2021)
Words paved the pathway I've walked
And such a very long journey it has been
For eighteen years I amused my muse
And what started as a spark
Erupted into a lovely bonfire
Sometimes the words were hard to find
Or they didn't really make sense
And I have a catalogue full of weird musings
Some of it may be good
But some of it is definitely bad
I was never afraid to put my words out there
Sometimes there was dead silence
And other times surprising raucous approval
But I did it to show the world who I was
When speaking is such a struggle
I was a kitten but the written word made me roar
But more often than not I suddenly struggle
The words are harder to find
When work saps whatever is in my mind
Each effort ends in disappointment
So it's like I no longer have a voice
This isn't just a simple case of writer's block
It feels like the passion is dying
The bonfire is back to being a spark
And the harder I try the harder it seems to get
And losing the spark terrifies me
So if this is to be the final rodeo
I hope that when one looks at my catalogue
My poems forge the tapestry of who I was and became
From every triumph to every loss
Words paved the pathway I walked