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High atop our chimney breast,
Lives Steve Seagull upon his nest.
He’s a highly trained, bombing master,
Atop my rooftop, his name spells disaster.
If you’re like me, and live down by the sea,
You’d better hide quick, and find the nearest tree.
He thinks the seaside sky’s his domain,
And his mission is to cause both misery and pain.
Steve seagull, he dominates his space,
As you take leave of your house, of your place.
He swoops down low, he targets your head,
And ‘bombs away’ he just misses you instead.
That was his warning shot, next time you won’t be so lucky,
Next time will hit you, and you’ll be feeling all mucky.
You’ll have to return home, and you’ll then need a shower,
And Steve Seagull triumphantly returns atop of his tower.
My friends were here;
We saw no deer.
(They’re hiding from the cull.)
It would appear
The atmosphere
In Hemlock* seems quite dull.
The time was nigh;
My friends waved bye
And headed to the city.
I will not lie;
I’d hoped we’d spy
A bear, but here’s the pity:
By morning’s light
I had a fright
Which made me stop and gawk.
A mama bear
With cubs, a pair,
Passed by me on my walk.
Who would believe
When friends take leave
The action just gets started?
I can’t conceive
That just last eve
They bearlessly departed.
It goes to show
You never know
What Nature may have waiting;
And even though
My friends did go,
Those bears kept navigating.
Perhaps next year
They’ll reappear
When those same friends come calling;
Then we’ll all spear
A souvenir
Of Nature most enthralling!
*Hemlock Farms, a community of homes in Pa.
Peace or Problems
Do we want peace or just more problems? Whatever shall it be?
We will always have our differences, that is a strength for all to see.
There are countries in this world, where freedom has all been lost.
This happens when people are unarmed, it ends with a terrible cost.
If you lived in North Dakota, you would never have such fear.
We are armed with rifles and scopes, which are used for hunting deer.
I have made running headshots for years, many over 300 yards.
There are 30 guns in my home, government control is not in the cards.
Every household out here is armed, some more heavily than mine.
If I ever run out of ammo, I have strong dogs who will hold the line.
I have no fear of government, this is my home, and I will never run.
We will always be invincible; I am protected by God and my gun.
We can stay warm without any grid; we know how to live off the land.
We are a formidable force, not just some little boy band.
I think we should all get vaccinated, that is just what I believe.
But I will die for your right to choose, my convictions will never take leave.
Affection and solicitude
rises in my eyes,
shaped into tears
as fresh as dew,
she was first and new,
lays calm and motionless
touch lost, ways parted,
Best of moments passed
as a flash of light,
an absolutely unprofitable life,
Rosy cheeks,
glittery eyes,
knee long silky hair,
tall and perfect thin,
why lay quiet ?
Who provoked you ?
Why been so impulsive
to quit ?
Did I mean a hurt
That you harried?
I drown deep into,
love that's like
suicide in river,
prick of a thorn
to body with no soul,
love is still hung
like a crystal before me,
I can feel fragrance
of your eternal breath,
My beloved sweetheart !
Fire burns in my heart
tranquilize,
flowing emotions
down my cheeks,
pacify,
My love, my inspiration,
how could u take leave of,
and leave me alone
in world to suffer
You ought to reply !
My beloved sweetheart !
written on 3/5/14
sponsor- Amy green
You would think, that as a prisoner,
Incarcerated for a crime you did not commit,
Abandoned by loved ones who believe the imperfect jury,
And thrown into isolation for your inability to get along with the other inmates,
That you would feel lonely.
Sitting in a small, whitewashed room,
With a mattress and toilet as your only companions,
No natural light to cast shadows on the wall,
The opening and closing of the food slot in the door
being the only sound not created by yourself,
You would think that battling loneliness would be your greatest challenge.
But …
… you would be wrong.
For you are not alone.
You have a constant companion.
Watching you;
Mocking you;
Judging you;
Questioning you;
Laughing at you;
And waiting to take leave of you.
You are not alone.
You sit in one corner of the cell
and your sanity sits in the other.
And you wonder;
Which one of us will leave this cell when our sentence has been served?
I can see your eyes are trained somewhere beyond my face,
though I can't bring myself to find their target.
They passed over me once, for a day, or a week,
and I was garbed in splendor for such a time as that.
The oddest thing is that I never thought I was missing something,
until I had it, and then I tasted poverty.
Before I was something, I am sure.
Now I am nothing.
Both before and after you had no love for me,
so why should I feel so differently?
I can see the bemusement hidden in your smile.
You laugh at my continuing efforts,
and it would be so easy to curse you,
except that I cherish you too much for that.
Probably, you are confused why I stumble on,
knowing there is no real hope in sight.
Perhaps I am still falling forward into a dream,
and my legs are dragged along behind my heart.
They know better than to walk your way.
I can see the question on your lips:
Why do you not take leave of me?
Go run into the woods and lick your wounds,
If you can't clear up your illusions, take them away from me!
I can see you.
And you are no illusion. In fact, you are quite beautiful.
Too beautiful, in truth, to turn away.
Forgive me! Better for both that I depart,
but for now, my heart is yours, and so I stay.
26 July 2017
Written for "Best Romantic Write" contest, sponsored by John Hamilton
Out in dah night, 'POOF', into a slumber
in er garden she whispered sometin' to me
dah, I dream't a lovely gal, I'd met one summer,
a sum time ago, under er ol'e peach tree
er Hill-billy mom wer' watchin' from afar,
spyin' on er rockin' chair, sure spotin' us
suddenly, LETS ELOPE, use tha ol'e car
wait, we'll take leave, this night by bus,
Then I 'eard er say, no need fer any fussin',
In 'er whisper, an right then, out of that blue,
a top of her lungs er mom started a hollerin',
stright at us both, she whaled, I see you two,
I just known' it, when ya'll did sneak that kiss,
let it be true- a young'n, I want er to be a boy
'WHAT'- on green acres is she hollerin' O' miss
Fer I'd been with yer only I think once in De'troy
"O' ne're before, have I loved so true"
she whispered- do sleep, she went on to say...
I want to spend my life wit' someone like you
POOF, rubbin' my eyes, in da night, 'ere I lay
Da! dreamin'- "It's a boy, I'd pray he be"
Since, before I bed, I pray, should I miss her
set'n in my garden, under my ol'e peach tree
reck'n per'haps somday-I'd hear'er sweet whisper.
NOTE: She wispered "honey your dreamin' out loud again"
Dissolving in Ecstasy
I take leave
facing Awareness alert
showing flowery way Homewards
diffuse rainbows riding fast
a whispering shoreline
blood becomes water
bones skin nails hair lips
Spirit sailing soars
I lived a full life of laughter
all praise to God’s Great Love
weep not for me
now or evermore !
~~~~~~~~~~~
Playful demeanour, easy gait
Making mindful our soulful sigh
Into the void, we wingless fly
Eyes wide open, at heaven’s gate
Where God’s music plays by itself
We reclaim the light of our Self
There’s no cause then to hesitate
For doubts belong to lower mind
Fetters of fear, we’ve left behind
To feel joy that does not abate
We simply make our eye single
Feeling polarities mingle
Bliss handed to us on a plate
If in childlike trust we receive
Asking our ego to take leave
Playful demeanour, easy gait
Eyes wide open, at heaven’s gate
There’s no cause then to hesitate
To feel joy that does not abate
Bliss handed to us on a plate
To be in love with a poet
Is not an easy thing
Try as you might, you will never
Live up to his dream
For the poet isn’t content
With love’s status quo
You please and you tease him
But it’s not enough you know
For living there in his mind
Is a picture of the divine
You know that he longs for her
For it's shown in every line
The woman of perfection
Who is not of this world
With raven tresses of hair
A passion flower unfurled
The poet “sees” this woman
And his senses just take leave
For her love is deep, intense
Her body rivals that of Eve
She is tender and she’s giving
Never asking in return
She waits for him night and day
And for his love she burns
She nurtures his desire
Fulfills his every whim
For she is his possession
Remains faithful just to him
She sees in him embodied
Every single manly trait
Each and every need of his
She’s sure to satiate
Ah…mere mortal woman
Who must compete with this muse
You find that you fall short
And your love’s prone to abuse
For who can dare compare
With a poet’s romantic dream
The siren who sings to him
Who floats on clouds of cream
Poor lover of the poet
Sitting all alone at night
Waiting for him to see you
and your needs to ignite
Love him, my sweet, love him
For in the end...he’s just a man
That silly muse of his dreams
Can’t caress him, but you can
So win him at this love game
Make the fires really burn
Try to enchant his mind
So that for YOU it will yearn
Warn that charming seductress
That muse who tries hard to woo
That you have a jealous heart
And you've made him drink your brew
Your body, your soul, your desires
Bathe him in all of these
Not with words but your hands
Make him to do just what you please
For a poet is just a man
Just a simple man is he
Grant him all he desires
Only then he'll set you free!
Jade