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We decided to turn Paradise into real estate.
Trouble was, we weren’t too sure where to find it,
Though experts had located it somewhere
Slightly west or east (left or right, looking north)
Of a point midway between the Euphrates and the Nile.
According to some, it moved sideways a few inches each year.
Computer systems would relieve us of Adam’s curse,
Which many wanted back as soon as they had been relieved,
And Eve discarded more and more items of covering,
And everything (a forgivable exaggeration)
In the garden (the upkeep of which had to be paid for by taxpayers)
Was lovely (or at least pleasant enough for most).
The Devil, who no longer existed (save as a literary metaphor)
Had been extradited on a drugs smuggling charge
And was last seen heading north.
The Forbidden Tree had been cordoned off by
Security people and no serpents were allowed near.
One day we woke up to discover
That Paradise had absconded in the night.
The more sensational headlines read PARADISE LOST,
But this was watered down in a subsequent official press statement
to read PARADISE MISLAID.
As to its new location, even the pundits failed to agree
Whether and if so, by how much, it had moved left or right.
It was even rumoured that the Devil
Had bribed the Angel at the Gate
and infiltrated the Intelligence Service.
The Ministry of Defence reported that a large flying object
Had appeared as a blob on the radar before slipping off,
And some wag even suggested that this was Paradise in fact.
Adam uttered “What the..” under his breath,
switched off the telly – it was an old war film –
And gave Eve a knowing look.
Eve didn’t fancy an early night,
And the ensuing row
Raised Cain.
It was simply an old rusty tractor
An eyesore for passers by
A graveyard, at the back, of a pasture
All covered with weeds and vines
Curiously, on slow approach,
I wanted a closer look
Carefully climbed the barbed wire fence
Hopping over a weed wild brook
What once had been paint was flaked and gray
Oxidized and turning brown
Left to die, to bake in the sun
And weather back into the ground
Some of it's parts were stripped away
Others hanging by wires
The steering wheel and seat had strayed
Yet four worn out flattened tires
Days of use had long since passed
The weather had taken it's toll
A necessity which was built to last
Still standing and left alone
But to me it stood for something more
It stood for time and growth
Shiny and new a dream of yore
Some family's lives and hopes
How times have changed lives been sustained
The wind and dust have swirled
With growth of crops, growth of a country
The growth of a starving world
Though time had been unkind to it
Now a tombstone out in the clear
As I rubbed the rust from the relic's side
Engraved was the name John Deere
An original poem by "poemdog" Daniel Turner
My cat is aptly named Mischievous
A little ball of fur
She doesn't weigh much
But how dearly I love her
She always spills her milk
Then licks her whiskers clean
She doesn't do it on purpose
She doesn't seem to be mean
She lays on the carpet
Rolled up into a ball
In her mind she is thinking
I might trip and fall
She's always hiding somewhere
Especially underneath my chair
Suddenly she jumps out
Trying to give me a scare
I wouldn't trade her for anything
She is so precious to me
Even though she is Mischievous
It's very plain to see
She's always under foot
Especially when I am trying to work
In her mind
I'm the one who is the jerk
In spite of all this
We will have a little chat
I'll try to make her understand
But darn it I don't speak cat
Author Dana Redricks
July 8, 2023
By and by I look, toward the sky and think, about the seasons as they gracefully go by. Just like the seasons, we all must bid goodbye, each one of us are destined to spread our wings and fly.
For we were never meant to linger on, nor stay. In this transient world, where moments sway. Like the seasons, we all possess our own rhyme, unfolding reasons, throughout the threads of time as each season passes by.
With each passing day, our mission calls us near, a purpose to fulfill, burning bright and clear. Though some may question their path along this earth, each one of us was bestowed with intrinsic worth.
In due time and season, clarity will come, enlightening our souls, revealing our truest sum. For it is in having a purpose that we thrive, a beacon guiding us, making us feel alive.
So, let us search within, seek our destined role, explore the depths of purpose, each sacred goal. Embrace the seasons of life, both joy and strife, for within purpose’s embrace lies the essence of life.
May our hearts be open, our spirits ever bold, with passion and purpose, may our stories unfold. Like the seasons, may we leave our mark on each mind, we are unique with a purpose to complete. Knowing our presence on earth was meant to bind.
By and by, as the seasons change and progress, we learn the beauty found in our uniqueness. In due time and due season, we find our soul’s complete, and discover the strength in God’s divine purpose for our lives.
I searched dark shadows in the night's dim light
and found loneliness hidden in the dark
the moon rose covered by thin clouds in flight
silently traveling its nightly arc
This companion listened though never heard
as words formed from the curled lips of sorrow
questioned reasons became so unassured
they quickly lost answers for tomorrow
The stillness of time has quietly grown
in a bargain with shadows that surround
as thunder rolls across the soul alone
storms begin to overwhelm and confound
with sadness and bile's emotional plight
I searched dark shadows in the night's dim light
Quickly came months, disintegrating years to gone.
In that way, time did alter-sway my grieving sphere.
My initial crying mainspring long ago stopped
though, at times, new tears do swell, then quietly drop.
Through grace, my hurt’s intensity calmed and altered
while my heartache’s core substance never once faltered.
Let life’s days proceed as seasons dutifully dispense
but, Daddy, know my missing you remains intense.
I want so much to tell you, long for you to know,
I am no longer an uncertain woman-girl.
With you I could now discuss matters of the world
then hug you tight, twinkle smiles and curtsy a twirl.
I wish I had snuggled into your strong shoulders
when a toddler, little girl, teen and then older
but such does not express the truth of our story,
it was not our Father-Daughter human journey.
No need, no way, no use, Daddy, for more sorry.
We no longer need heed regret’s weighted worry.
Our issues were spiritual growth intended
and love itself kept our twin silence befriended.
No longer do love-regret tears need to be wept
though I still miss you more than my joy can accept.
The ocean’s wide the ocean deep
and in the soup the turtle sleep.
Some live on land and we know that is true,
then we call them tortoise, land lubbers like you.
They been around a long, long, time
longer than man and their extinctions a crime!.
Some like their soup salty some like it plain
so, the ones in lakes we call terrapin.
All of us came from the soup of the sea,
we all have shells though no turtles be we.
Like turtles when scared tend to pull in their heads
hiding like children deep under the bed.
All the lessons here seems very clear
be kind to all creatures in the Soup we have here.
Don’t pull in your neck, stick it right out
For the love of each heart here is what Soup’s about.
In a time past there was a little girl,
and though quite sad she liked to swirl and twirl;
she lived with Grandma in an attic room,
it was pretty but she was full of gloom.
Mom was sick because she was very sad,
and the place where Dad was dwelling was bad;
you see my sister had tragically died,
I felt so alone and each day I cried.
Gran and Gramps had this really awesome farm,
there were horses, chickens, pigs, lambs and charm;
I helped pick vegetables and collect eggs,
sometimes, the eggs hatched wings, eyes, beaks and legs.
Gramps promised me I could have my own horse,
if I proved- I could care for it, of course;
I went to school on a big yellow bus,
and at supper, the day we would discuss.
The days passed and my sadness was going,
because Gran and Gramp's love kept me glowing;
Gran held me to her heart ... you leave today,
grief rushed back and I wished to run away.
I hid in the barn petting a cat nice,
loved her lots, though she had a job killing mice;
Mom found me and said- have bought a new home,
its big and old with lots of rooms to roam.
Oh, your room has a flower garden view,
we brought all your dolls, teddies and toys too;
well, I said- guess I could give it a try,
goodbyes to Gran and Gramps made us all cry.
I loved our home, it was old and big,
in a huge garden Mom and I would dig;
Dad made me stuff, chairs and a tea table,
it had a workshop huge as a stable.
Gran gave me some real tea cups for tea time.
a teapot for tea parties anytime;
I was happy, a beloved little girl,
who again liked to jump, leap, twirl and whirl.
Poetry/Narrative/A Time Past - Story Poem
Copyright Protected, ID 07-1560-151-07
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Firstly I had an onesided love with a man
Who turned out to never have had a plan.
He played guitar, he always loved music,
But he never cared for my heart so lovesick.
This man once first loved me with a passion
Until he reverted back to his strict religion.
He expected me to change myself for him,
But I am a woman who follows every whim.
I loved him despite being held arm's length,
Because I bear understanding and strength.
Even though we were nice, I was not enough.
He never saw me as a diamond in the rough.
Rather than try to appease this hypocrite,
I decided one day to just let him have it:
The truth of how he made me feel conflicted
In my own mind over all things he defended.
On the stony wall laid the handprints of heroes;
Their bloody prints serving as a reminder of the past
Their fight for freedom was a rocky journey
With the air mixed with the scents of blood and gun powder and the little voices of freedom in them
They fought for their country even though victory was lacking on their side.
Their hardwork, courage, determination and faith helped them through their journey
At the end of the day, even if they didn't win,
They knew their efforts had made a great change for their country.
The wall that separated their land and their enemy's land was that stony wall;
The wall where their handprints laid,
Paved way for their country to continue to fight for freedom and to not let their efforts go to the drain.