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'Tis a twisted, tawdry tale !!
Poor Tom the Turkey is in a tizzy !!!
Tom's tongue is in a tangle, too terrified to talk !
Taunts and threats taking a toll
Tormented by a tip from tattle-tale townfolk
That Tom's in trouble! Tom's time is ticking !!
Tom the Turkey so terribly tramautized !!
Trapped in terror....
Teary Tom is taking tranquilizers,
Tablespoons of tonics....
Trying to tame the tension and trepidation !
Tiptoeing through tall timber...
Trapezing through treetops !
Tongue-tied and tearfully trembling..
Taking tactics, trying not to tempt...
Those tyranical terriorists who torture and
Trace Tom's tracks...
Tom the turkey in a tailspin
Told he's targeted for termination !!...
Tagged to be Thanksgiving treats and tidbits...
A tasty trophy topping Thanksgiving tables !!
This tale, this traversty, truely terrible !!
TRAGIC !!!!
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Revised for Donna Golden's "Turkey Tribute Contest
We entered through the tunnel with the black steel gates
We knew there was a route to the base from the caves
As we passed the outer rim the security was late
The squad moved as one until the lights began to break
We carried on alone and the light began to fade
Communication was now gone but we all knew our marks on the stage
As I hit my point I knew that something had happened and it was strange
The squad never showed and I was alone in a dark cave
The linking tunnels to the base had been infilled all the way
As I shone my torch on the ground a discovery was made
A face with eyes alive was burned into the floor of the cave
As I shone my torch around the outline of the face suddenly did change
It was now outlined in red with eyes as black as sealed graves
The face started to shimmer and movement other than mine was alive in the cave
I slowly moved back to where my entrance was made
I quickly ran through the tunnels to the entrance with the gates
As I saw the moonlight cast its light on the path that lay ahead
I turned to see a red wave crash into the gates and banging steel in my head
At that point I heard the screams of so many men echo in the cave
And then the quiet of the night smothered the sound of death as it escaped
It was later when I heard of the nature of the cave
On ancient burial ground it had been placed and all but me who had entered had disappeared without trace.
Two still moments etched indelibly in my memory,
on the calm threshold of the stalled tranquil time,
one draped in the gleaming tapestry of a new dawn,
and the other drowned in the gloom of a dark night.
While on the silver shore of the shimmering sea,
the sunburst horizon splashed the colors of fervor,
the luring spectrum weaved the lattice of yearning,
you emerged from pearl-laced waves and came to me.
We traversed the sculpted landscape of togetherness,
sharing from the same cup the dregs of joy and pain.
The beats of entwined hearts promised to never part,
until the journey of pledge ended at the end of time.
Surging clouds erased stardust from the sky one night,
as you left trailing the fading trace of the moonbeam,
the echo of footsteps dissolved in the sound of silence,
after the storm passed by my mind, it was too quiet.
September 3, 2020
Contest : Song I-Cold-Quiet Now
Sponsor : Rob Carmack
Cheer wears a voice
Smiles fit the choice
Style in clear poise
Charm knows a face
Calm in sure space
Light comes to trace
Heart knows the mind
Feel sees the signs
Thought draws in kind
Tears for the sad
Pain that feels bad
Harsh grills the mad
Free the caged bird
Let joy be heard
Voice in plain words
Heed what you hear
Purge sense of fear
Let truth draw near
Come take your time
Sense the sweet chimes
Hurl feel that rhymes
Be straight and true
It's up to you
To give what's due
Go on your way
Live, laugh and play
Let happy pray
Heed love's grand call
Rise when you fall
Be good to all
Live well this day
Love all the way
Laugh as wit stays
Leon Enriquez
05 November 2014
Singapore
A mother's love is soft and strong,
A steady place where hearts belong.
Through every smile, through every tear,
She whispers hope and calms each fear.
Her hands may tire, her feet may ache,
Yet every step is for our sake.
She gives her all without a claim,
Never seeking praise or fame.
She is the light before the dawn,
The quiet strength we lean upon.
A gentle voice, a warm embrace,
A safe and everlasting place.
She celebrates our smallest win,
And lifts us up when hope grows thin.
She sees the good we cannot see,
And loves us for who we're meant to be.
Time may leave its silver trace,
And years may soften every face,
But nothing fades, and nothing proves
More powerful than a mother's love.
It is a gift beyond all measure,
A timeless bond, life's greatest treasure.
For in her heart, both fierce and true,
A mother's love forever carries you.
Establish a cause for your action, and if you can't,
then set me free, not to save me,
but for your own survival. (Poet Taslima Nasrin)
The birds are flying over the sky
going up more and too more far flying
The wings of birds are free from anything
Oh freedom, the birds are independent
But you are woman; you are dependent!
The river is ever flowing to its goal
No goal the ocean has but depth is continue
It’s water which acceptable power has no due
Oh freedom, the water is self-governing
But O woman; you’ve no rights of self-doing
The air can move hither to thither, hence to thence
The fire can burn anything what it wants
It’s air and fire naturally grant all to hunt
Oh freedom, nature is powerful by born
But O Taslima; you’re woman to be mourn!
This country, this earth is male dominated place
O Taslima, you’re woman, a solid part of nature
Prophet to scientist you gave birth all weathers
Yet the freedom is not your surviving business
Oh woe men they are by the masculine trace!
Who is man or woman doesn’t know anyone
But for the self interest ancient male ego started this
To control all roots of nature they ruined female pitch
Today I hail you not as woman but a true power
You are all on the earth as a true part of nature
©Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
14/01/2023
Beloved Poets Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
A Matt Calliri Contest: Are You A Mouse or A Mountain
18 June 24
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Comes the morning fog
sprawling on my territory where northern glens dry from rotten stubble and mess of debris... damp damp.
Above, waterfalls tumble with litter,
splinters of broken glass flushing
ashed moisture 'round lakes: how truant seasons' passages rip this my velvety robe...
I recoil to whisper Am I growing older than I should?
Along my tired arms, maples which once stood guard now unbutton pistil and stamen of flowers, pillaged by unwanted ravens.
Sunray breaks... these dim eyes watch how moss of layered mist covers my earthen soil wasted along paths of disheveled rocks.
Under my keep,
wrestling with predators bear wounds, scars this
body tries to heal.
My voice trembles to speak, Men-holes, do you come from a heritage of thieves, of beasts?
No one answers : like so, I trace my own life-stretch , reflecting on the snuff of earth's glory.
Down my mottled chest, I fondle the awakening of infant grass --all plump and fertile --
A promise within the cavity of time...that an intercepted light of next interlude could rise,
where man and my nature- self greet,
not until not until...
So very many amazing things
beauty of life tugs at heartstrings
the height a man can reach to
and glory when the gifts are true
Submission to the voices call
spectrum of talents given to all
a measure of each within it’s presence
remarkable joy in their pleasance
My Lord beneath you I bow
prostrate myself the view me allow
with praise for the knowledge I see
bounteous is the perception that be
Indwelling mankind genius you shower
capacity for splendor that you empower
Voices lifted to you in praise
that endow us grandeur within our days
Articulation of an heavenly song
woven tapestry whose fabric is strong
sculpture divested the works of hands
magnificent music produced in the lands
The filigree of crowns in artifice
in every skill produces things nice
who among us will credit you
that as children copy what you do
With lightening you so us inspire
and draw upon our inner desire
amongst the rocks and stones we gather
searching for life and loves that matter
Like a seamstress who gathers dreams
stitched together in close knit seams
clothing us in royal vesture
a grace given by your gesture
An architect who builds dream homes
music of heart practiced by tones
in gardens where rainbows live
diversity of presents in man you give
Sometimes I look at man and see your face
you build those who recognize your grace
little pieces of joy in such empty space
and so many have lost it’s trace
The adversary seeks to leave us dry
to dam the waters from our sky
and parch the land of God’s vision
to hold us all in his derision
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
In the sand, footprints lie deep and wide,
Pathways that lead to the great unknown,
Journeys that we must behest, abide.
Each step we took, a story we’ve sown,
Memories left behind in the sand,
Pathways that leads to the great unknown.
The footprints fade, like an hourglass of sand,
But the journey continues, the story unfolds,
Memories left behind in the sand.
With each step we take, a new tale is told,
Of adventures and challenges we face,
But the journey continues, the story unfolds.
Footprints in the sand, a lasting trace,
Of the paths we’ve taken, the choices we’ve made,
Of adventures and challenges we face.
With each day, a new chapter is played,
In the sand, footprints lie deep and wide,
Of the paths we’ve taken, the choices we’ve made,
Journeys that we must behest, abide.
Good morning of anticipation’s bliss
marks daily prayer my soul cannot miss
thus, tidings along mirth-filled circumstance
uplifts me, recognizing Sovereign chance...
enclosed around the Lord's loving kindness
to manifest vibrant blissful stillness---
healed from frustration-anxiety pain
by God Who grants chances of wondrous gain.
With such disposition, I face each day
propped by the Saviour's strength upon my way
fulfilling ministry of reaching-out
sharing His love and hope against pride's clout...
clinging to offered service-fortitude
enjoying radiant cheerful quietude---
healed from frustration-anxiety pain
by God Who grants chances of wondrous gain.
Constantly settled to bless and be blest
indeed grateful that Christ does grant what’s best
I'm enabled to live well by His grace
surmounting carnality-weakness trace...
smiting rudeness and hypocrisy blight
midst triumphant glad serenity-might---
healed* from frustration-anxiety pain
by God Who grants chances of wondrous gain.
*Psalm 30:2 O LORD my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.
February 16, 2021
Edited on May 20, 2022
1st place, "How you live or have been healed from a difficult and challenging health condition" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Angela Tune; judged on 6/7/2022.