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"When God given gift is mistaken as self earned power, people become arrogant and arrogance leads to fall" By Poet.
The crow we see, was once a beautiful bird
Sweet as a lark and white as a swan
The world stood in rapturous glee
As he poured out melodies with such elan
Proud and haughty over his gorgeous form
He reckoned himself to be the crown of creation
To all other birds he was a cynosure of charm
And he feasted on their praises of mad veneration
Presumptuously dwelling on altitudes high
He thought the world was revolving round him
Looking at others with contempt and disdain
He wanted everyone to dance to his whim
At morn when other birds twittered and chirped
And sang devotional lays in praise of God,
The crow refused to sing any song
As he deemed himself to be far above the Lord
God wanted to teach the arrogant bird a lesson
A messenger with warning from Heaven was sent
‘Unless you turn humble and with respect others treat
God’s wrath will fall and you shall lament’
Sneering at this and rebuking the terrestrial envoy,
With haughty arrogance, the crow went his way.
By dusk, he flew down to perch on a tree
Alas, the branch gave way to his utter dismay!
Losing balance, he slid down into a can of tar
Disappointed was he as he emerged all black
But hoped that a dip in water would wash away the dirt
And once more he would be, to his former self back
Soon God’s messenger with ire reappeared in a vision
This time, stark were his words of admonition
‘Henceforth you and your progeny will all be black
Ugly in appearance, scavengers you shall be known!
‘In place of the tuneful melody, you were blessed
Your sound will be sonorous and rough’
Saying this, the apparition vanished out of sight
And the crow knew his life ahead would be tough
He waited impatient for the dawn to break
Before all other birds were up and awake
He decided to try and test his sound
And was startled at what came in the wake
“Caw…. Caw…. Spurted the sound from his beak
Jarring and raucous, harsh and husky!
While other birds laughed over and celebrated his fall
The poor defeated crow was left grouchy and dusky
Welcome to my world
dip a toe inside
walk with me
through mother nature's creations
see the beauties of this earth.
Magical dragonflies hover
turquoise blues and greens
over ponds and lakes.
Beautiful gossamer winged
rainbows of butterflies
flutter over greenest of meadows.
High in the treetops
twittered choruses echo
whistling on the breeze
that surrounds us.
Inhale the pure air,
taste the salt of the sea
on the tip of your tongue.
Exhale this, follow it through
with purity of mind
let go of all your cares.
Look beyond this year
imagine yourself happy
what are you doing?
Make your dream a reality
set yourself a goal.
Make yourself open
to the wonders
of the things around us.
Life is for the taking
for the here and now
it passes too quickly
lives change fast
we are who we are
things happen for a reason.
There is a time and place
where you should be
this life is a lesson
take each opportunity as it comes;
for it may never present itself
in quite the same way ever again,
for we are constantly evolving.
Remember this moment
cherish the fruits of life
harvest them
reap what is sown
do not let it go to waste
for you are worthy,
you are meant to be.
Be thankful for the chances
you have been given,
grateful for times good and bad
for they lead you onwards
to new pastures,
untrodden;
for time waits for no one,
hold your head high
and walk on.
Out of the burrows and hedges and dreys
Heads began bobbing and eyes were agaze.
Rumours were twittered and grunted and squealed:
‘The combine is coming to harvest the field!’
The moles and the voles and the rabbits and hares
All hurried and scurried and scattered in pairs.
The hedgehogs and ladybirds, pheasants and shrews
Did all that they could to distribute the news.
Then all made a dash for old wise badger’s sett;
The only safe refuge in face of the threat.
There, in the deep hollow they felt the vibration
They shivered and shuddered in great trepidation.
The thrumming and thundering monster machine
Soon passed overhead... and then all was serene.
And out of the hollow came heads, tails and paws
Another day safe from the harvester’s jaws!
Most recently entered into 'Your Best Rhyme Poem That Is Trophy Worthy Contest 3 Poetry Contest' sponsored by Tania Kitchin - 05.10.19
I chose this poem because not only is it one of my personal favourites, but to this day, I've no idea where all these little creatures came from! Written early on in my poetic endeavours, it made me appreciate fully the amazing powers of the imagination!
'A rattling rhyme contest' sponsored by Nina Parmenter
12/08/18
04/12/18
'I cannot believe I wrote that Poetry contest' : sponsored by Nina Parmenter
Your Choice,Any Form,Any Theme Poetry Contest : sponsored by Brian Strand
My sorrowful spirit rose high above the rainbow,
higher yet, until it reached the snowy peaks
of the ragged mountain. It was cold there,
though above the severe sun blazed hard.
Here and there rivulets tumbled roughly
down the mountainsides, and occasionally
meet to form a river that cascaded downwards
towards the high cliff beneath the hills.
The icy waters fell towards the crags,
forming a waterfall of fresh water, producing
a constant melody as the waters hit the plain,
forming a delightful and narrow lake.
Birds above twittered delightfully,
a serene sight and sound that pleased my sad spirit.
Tall verdant pines exuded delightful fragrance.
How I wish I could stay there forever.
But my tired body beckoned
and my spirit returned to my lonesome solitary bed.
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Lay your head little one on my arm,
let my heart comfort you;
I will hold you until the very end,
now fly away to Heaven;
little cat of twenty years, fly.
Just let go for its time for your sleep,
no need to fight anymore;
here is a lullaby for your journey,
I will sing till the end and more;
oh, such a soft sigh, now fly.
How long did I cradle you to my heart,
was it hours- till you were stone;
I took you to your favorite spot,
and sang till the birds twittered dawn;
little cat of twenty years, gone.
I am empty, hollow, hollow inside,
oh, you took a piece of my heart;
and now I have this awful emptiness,
that only unconditional love can fill;
and I am still singing, singing.
Hollow, hollow inside will be my forever,
oh, wait for me at Heaven's gate;
or is that just a fairy tale I tell myself,
my tears could fill the ocean blue;
and you will ever haunt, haunt me.
I am hollow, hollow inside . . .
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June 12, 2018
Poetry/Free Verse/Hollow, Hollow Inside
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1030-437-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Hollow
Sponsor, Anthony Slausen
Eighth Place
A girl met boy,
it was early spring,
she fell in love
and blossoms flourished.
She did all the right things,
to please just him.
If birds twittered
she flew into his arms,
made him love her in return.
Times were when she thought
they weren’t meant to be,
she wallowed in his embrace.
Trees grew, fruits formed,
she smiled in contentment,
quelled her conscience with a smile.
She lost her heart.
As autumn came and trees
shed their rusty leaves.
Still he made her smile.
She believed in fairy tales.
He made her laugh,
she believed in him.
He was her dream.
The trees were bare,
snow covered the ground.
She left her home,
knocked on his door
but he didn’t open it.
She stood there in the snow,
her tears mingling with ice.
Can one die from broken heart?
THE EDGE OF NIGHT
Evil enveloped the edge of night, eerily so.
Twilight twittered with draconian fangs, hidden though.
A voluptuous vineyard of maidens, making merry.
A silent bat hovers over throaty wine, viscous berry.
Twirling skirts tantalize charmer’s moony eyes.
Blonde or brunette bombshell to regret her goodbyes.
Sinking his teeth into dusk, cape covers his face.
Ne’er warned by a mother, orphan enters his place.
She comments of the tender light, romantically low.
Nearby a fireplace cackles with a demonic glow.
Rapunzel-like hair hangs, luxurious teasing the mirror.
Frighteningly he holds her waist. Her blues peer
into the nothingness that clings like death and sinks
its antique teeth, sharpened incisors that greedily drink.
Her scream like a storm tearing at trees, torrential tears.
The edge of night safe for most but tomorrow yields fears.
10/20/2018
Soap Opera Titles Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Janis Thompson
Aspens and oaks embellish the dense forest
distant from the suburbia's loud noises,
all remains unchanged in such a wilderness;
I gaze at swollen clouds reaping a storm,
nobody runs to seek shelter, all creatures stay put...
who said they don't have rules and don't live by a norm?
Yesterday brightness led to wonderful sights:
shrieking geese soared the windless skies,
Monarch butterflies twittered and flapped freely
while the returning hummingbirds warbled happily!
The shadowy night advances with the pace of raccoons,
one is completely subdued by the sense of their slowness,
do our feet straddle as theirs...on those dark paths of May?
They always rely on moonlight to catch their unsuspicious prey!
I was hoping to spot the pale face of the wandering moon,
and not erase this smile from the cheeks that seek sympathy;
so incredible are the pitiful looks of cooing hawks mostly maroon,
if we seek the same thing they seek, we must show empathy!
Open spaces reveal huge meadows with drowsy flowers,
I follow the sparkling midnight stars moving along without rush
in search of a fearful moon hiding behind the pine groves;
not all sleep placidly, the cry of a woodpecker raises from a bush!
I can make a profound observation while wandering aimlessly:
nothing is timeless and truly enduring, days flee quicker than memory;
we're fragile human beings subjected to mercy in times of calamity...
our character is far from perfect, and not nearly close to godly!
a dewdrop from a wandering bead
born in somewhere deep and deep in valley
asking the reason why he has to be born
dyed blue
in a moon
light
and thinking of the meaning of life
looking up at the countless stars
the dewdrop driven by the early morning sunbeam
that came climbing up the wall from the other side
of the rugged mountain came to a spring
being formed from misty beads and dews
that were born at dark of the night
and flow as a rivulet for the place somewhere in an unknown lowland
although a water bubble the transformed dewdrop drifts in the gathered waters
to a destination unknown
there was a springtime after cold shivering winds of the days
and ice to stand still for a while
because it carried time with it
and that was why birds twittered from the treetop
along side of a flowing water
then summer came with big strides
accompanying clouds side by side
throwing hot air to kill a cicada burned alive
under thick green tree leaves shrilling chirrup
and for nothing would permit water to stop or pause
no matter how wearisome is the water
it has to flow ceaselessly as if it's the water’s destiny
and while doing so
a reddened dead leaf falls on the water
and comes along with the water to the mouth of the river
where you’ll see the waves clasp with the edge of sky
at yonder horizon the great water the home of a dewdrop
born in one moonlit night
On a walk companioned by my Muse along the sylvan meadows
We wandered away to delightful realms in unclouded ambience
Don’t know how long I rambled warming my fancies in sunset fires
Must be for long, all lights were out, the quiet hamlet lay bathed in sleep
Above me, stood the starry firmament and the half hidden moon
Could see the vast plains stretching before me in moonlight, bare
My heart was flooded with joy, my fancies took to wings
Got drowned in Nature’s serene calm, my spirit lost in drunken ecstasy
In the gentle blowing breeze, the leaves twittered and murmured
All else was quiet and nothing disturbed the serenity of the night
But soon I knew the East wind strengthening around into a gale
And across the moon I could see stragglers of clouds moving past
I sat on a rock, lost, so lost staring into the clear night sky
Wondering how the celestial joy, made manifest by the twinkling stars
My thoughts began floating like a ship over the briny waters
And my temporal settings faded away like a cloud in the horizon
From the nearby woods, I heard the song of a lone night bird
In rising cadence, alone and aloud it fell on my rapturous ears
Was it a nightingale that poured forth that dewy delight?
Was it the same song, Keats heard long ago cascading from the woods?
With my Muse in this unearthly hour let me sit awhile in this solitary bower
To my paper, let my fancies in unbroken crystal streams flow
Wonder if I can rightly recreate the image that my thoughts enfold
How I wish, I could like Coleridge, build a pleasure dome in mid air!
First posted on Nov.28. 2021
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile.6.Poetry Contest
Sponsor:Mark Toney