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A little concrete house sat about 100 yards from the road.
It was here I fell in love with lightning bugs and toads.
It was a very lovely little place filled with love and joy.
I was born and lived there the first 17 years of my life.
To fight the heat, three trees surrounded this my gentle abode.
It was situated in a little delta village in Northern Mississippi.
I moved away in the sixties, but saw it last in the seventies.
I was saddened when told years later that it no longer exists.
The spot where it once stood is covered with crops of various
sorts. I dare say that it would have been covered with vines instead of fields of grain, had it not been such a fertile place.
No matter what covers it, I will always recognize its gentle trace.
Yes, it was indeed a fertile place, not only for crops of foods and clothing. This rich habitation grew life and laughter. It was a place where chickens lay their eggs and where mother taught us to pray.
O what a dear place, where we played, and none of us went astray.
Perhaps I shall again visit this place of my humble abode before my demise. Although I do not expect to see a trace of vines, I cannot
promise the absence of tears nor sounds of crying.
10062016 cj PS Contest, Overgrown With Vines, Broken Wings
Colours of rainbow
Clouds when veil the mighty sun,
Morning seems so dull and wet,
Rainy day can be much fun,
Joy that tiny drops beget,
Colourful umbs run on roads,
Footpath forgets carefree walk,
Evening croak of frogs and toads,
Resting calm of a skylark!
Scent of water freshens life,
Enjoying work isn't child's play,
Woe bygone and so is strife,
As if joys will ever stay!
Rainbow colours bring sunshine,
Vibrancy touches each mind!
Iambic heptameter
Written September 28th, 2014
By Dr. Upma A. Sharma
Joined soup on May 16th, 2013
For contest 'Structured forms- Iambic verse II' by Giorgio A V
Now entered for " Million dollar poem #1- a PD contest " for contest by SKAT A
Awarded 4th place win
Dainty toad girlie gave a cha-cha-cha
Her dress was lacy, and her lashes were tah-dah
You have so much lace! Said her potential mother-in-law
She was persnickety though, this mother of Thaw.
Thaw had been chasing the dainty bullfrog around the bog.
She did not want to disrespect him, but he was a crazy frog.
I have promised myself to Cedric, a well-behaved toad.
He has the best manners, and his feet are spotted with gold.
I could carry you off, threatened the bullfrog to toadie girl.
But his mother stopped him right there and gave his ear a whirl.
You will not disrespect women, even if they are faeries or toads.
The rest of us were glad he had a mama like Mamie Bullfrog Olds.
On pavements of pink hued highway
Ocean smiled in eyes of children
Roadside toads croaked with joy at the
Old Jalopy looking sublime
Pain in both knees and heart pounding
Still purple smile on blooming lips
All vintage cars looked with envy
At the swinging old Jalopy
Thin chin bald head dry skin still strong
How old are you asked the Fiat
Well past hundred said it smiling
All hands waved at old Jalopy
Bouquets and wreaths lifted its mood
It now ran with faster motion
Well ahead of competitors
Suddenly the Jalopy crashed
Gathered people embraced the gold
Fondly they called it's our treasure
Garlanded it with red lilies
Autumn raindrops showered fragrance
July 19, 2019
As a child, on summers night,
from his supine position on a pallet,
"Britches" gazed at the stars on high.
Stars, that seemed to waltz about the heavens
like fireflies in a far away land.
As to their purpose, and how they hung-he wondered.
On other nights, not so unlike that one,
in the stillness he'd counted the sound of Locusts',
croaking Toads, or an occasional Owl.
On that night as he stared into the Heavens,
he had sensed there being more
than just this "Boogie Man" of which threatened when bad.
So, as he lay that night,
troubling thoughts began weighing heavily upon his mind.
Thoughts like why people had to die
and where do they go if not to the Cemetery?
Of a separation from his parents and siblings.
He began to conjure up visions of eternity
and of his fate if suddenly he should die.
For "Britches" This was the beginning of his reasoning, that Hell,
must be more than a word his father occasionally used,
and Heaven must be more than just a place for stars to appear.
"Britches" no longer lay among familiar sounds,
For on that night, the silence had been broken by a new sound,
the bleating of one small lamb.
I see two lovers kissing, one face missing,
a barking dog, a fallen log, a wheel cog,
a brandy glass, balloons like someone's ****
change shape when all things come to pass.
Pilgrim's progress, perspective roads, spotty toads,
a fencing match, someone smoking a pipe,
those lovers again but you're not my type,
a glass table which someone forgot to wipe.
Candy floss, pink and white, pressed together,
waiting, getting ready for stormy weather;
the sun burst thro' making golden rainbows,
leaving openings like teeth and turned-up toes.
An angel appeared to close all of the doors,
and said: 'What's mine can also be truly yours.'
The sun has long receded from the sky,
Pallid gloom invades the wintry air,
Morbid silence hangs over him,
Memory sleeps like hibernating toads.
Trees stand bare with no leaves to array,
The Earth lies shielded in its icy crust,
There is stillness, the stillness of the grave,
Breaking it, a fox is heard howling afar.
Feeling utterly down, discouraged, and weak,
How he longs to overcome the emptiness he feels
Even nature looks dull and devoid of life.
Depression takes hold over him and his soul sighs.
Despondent lies he, in his battered shack,
With a run-out lantern throwing pale light,
It burns sending spouts of fume,
Like the last breath of the dying soul.
Tormented beyond endurance,
In excruciating pain, he writhed.
The tears that flowed from his eyes
Could easily make a swelling sea.
Once mirages of hope danced before his eyes
But he is now devoured by dark clouds of solitude,
Behind a wall of emptiness, he now gropes.
He is in the throes of utter dereliction.
Hungry for affection in a desolate arena
He once fought like a losing gladiator.
Every passing day was like a decade.
Everything was damp, life was mildewed.
Now he seeks redemption from all torments.
Lying in the darkness that has become his life,
He stares into empty nothingness.
He longs for death to come on swift wings.
Deserted by everyone, he awaits the dark space,
To lie unattended six feet underneath.
He wishes to be devoured by the Grim Reaper
Who is no longer his enemy, but a bosom friend.
He listens intently for advancing steps,
Of his long-awaited companion, sure to come,
To deliver him of his baneful state,
To row him away across the frozen seas.
The sun has long receded from the sky,
Pallid gloom invades the wintry air,
Morbid silence hangs over,
Memory sleeps like hibernating toads.
The trees stand bare with no leaves to array,
The Earth lies shielded in its icy crust,
There is stillness, the stillness of the grave,
Breaking it, a fox is heard howling afar.
Solitary lies he, in his battered shack,
With a run out lantern throwing pale light,
It burns sending spouts of fume,
Like the last breath of the dying soul.
He listens intently for advancing steps,
Of a long awaited friend, sure to come,
To deliver him of his baneful state,
To row him away across the frozen seas
The thick darkness calls at me,
But what league do we have in common?
The heightened atmosphere beckons to me,
But my interest; moistured and forlorn.
The singing toads and howling crickets,
The berries and almonds speaking in tongues.
The bewitching owl got me in her thicket,
Now choked in the pleasantries of her throngs.
Grotesque shape salutes the nooks and crannies.
Now a scotting lizard later a stooping hunter.
My fear levitated from venus to other axis,
Before the ray of my lover glitters.
More fear,dreads did darkness lent me.
Till the longing lover defeated me.
17:19:08:22:28
I'm walking down these worn and weary roads
Full of heartbroken souls and hoppin' toads
And I've been told there is a place for us all
Once tyranny falls
The skies are bleak and black
The roads are tarnished and cracked
A forgotten legacy of a time long passed
Which we struggle to look past
The tornadoes tore through the city
Showing not even the elderly any pity
Rich or homeless they all died the same
In nature's greatest shame
So I'm walking down these roads alone
Wondering if we'd have time to atone
For the things we've done in this life
When it's been riddled with tears and strife
I'm just one among the lost and lonely
But perhaps the worst part is knowing they're not the only
Ones giving in to the sadness and disease
This is a reality that only death can ease
(Me, Circa 2014)