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KITTENISH
I am knitting mitten
My pretty Kitty kitten
turning over on lichen,-
suddenly rushed to kitchen
in cheerful frolic mood
not trying to touch food,
nature, polite, good,-
even me acting rude.
While offered milk
loves to sip and licks,
relishes to drink, -
and happily winks.
On sofa I am sitting
engaged on knitting
foe perfect fitting,-
playful kitten biting
woollen ball, hitting with poll
to slip rapid, tumble and roll
unwinding the running scroll,-
slowly unfolding, till the whole
gradually diminished,
ultimately vanished.
Kitten got astonished:
Playing fenile kittenish.
03/12/23
Re-edited on 03/ 15 /23
Beloved Pets
Third Place
Contest by BJ Legros Kelly
They see a girl with attitude.
I see a girl with walls as high as a fortress — built to protect her losing sanity, or the innocence that was once brutally crumbled.
They see a girl with defenses.
I see a girl who flinches at loud sounds, at a single touch — who has darkness in her eyes and numbness in her body.
They see a girl so strong.
I see a girl barely holding it together, hoping for death, smiling through her pain.
They see a girl who's quiet.
I see a girl who stopped shouting — not because the pain vanished, but because the people did.
I see someone who stopped caring, who stopped offering opinions.
They see a girl so successful.
I see a girl who had to succeed — not for fame, but to survive, to prove she wasn’t a loser, to forget her demons.
I see a girl who smiles while crying inside — who cares for everyone, even when they left her alone.
I see myself in this girl.
Only to realize that I’m standing in front of a mirror —
Far more broken than her.
Or maybe…
Than me.
She blew a goodbye kiss to mummy
And off into the school she scampered
Exchanging pleasantries and last night's stories
And looking forward to dusk to get pampered
A busy day it was at school
Anticipating the end of day
Oh! yes the bell finally came through
Off to the bus as it led the way
An excited mother has made a dish
And smiles at the newly bought party dress
My daughter would try this after her stew of fish
Once she is home and undressed
Alas ! the awaiting inferno
Beings are burnt to worthless ash
With wailing whispers and twisted groans
Oh mummy! oh mummy! the fire comes in a flash
Still the waiting mother,waits but in vain
Oblivious to her daughter's severe pain
Until the news is brought to light
And it did leave her in such a fright
With melancholy she beholds the cremation
Yeh! Moremi! my only daughter
Has become a fuel for incineration
Lost and vanished in a hungry Fire
Just because we can
Do you really think we should
Does this meddling with nature
Really do the world any good
One eccentric particle
Escaped gravity’s grip
Flew the Hadron Collider
On a short lasting trip
Across the multiverse
On a zig-zag track
Clocks struck twenty eight
The calendars turned back
For just a brief instant
The world spun twice as fast
Causing a contradiction
That just couldn’t last.
But these exotic particles
Just don’t exist for long
And in the blink of an eyelid
It had vanished and gone.
The contradiction resolved
The clocks struck four
And the world’s revolution
Returned to normal once more.
In the Hadron Collider, unaware
A particle had briefly flown free
The supervisor and staff
Sipped their afternoon tea,
Creation’s full of mad molecules
We don’t know or understand
Should the Large Hadron Collider
Be shut down and banned.
"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
Just about a mile outside Pyrite Town is Black Powder Mountain,
It has a grizzly disposition and a couple of veins of mean.
Lightning licks the peak at every opportunity.
Some went up to tame it and vanished like a dream.
Some say they saw the ghost of an old Chickasaw chief.
One night, a 90-proof bet got the better of me.
I quickly packed up some grub and a fifth of bravery.
I brought my four-legged chum, for a little bit of company.
We made our way through the speckled forest.
Waded through half a dozen icy creeks.
A thick mist slithered up the neck of the valley.
That night I prayed up a little fire to keep the ghosts off the dream.
The night dealt nothing but jokers and spades.
Something brutish barreled through the forest.
My eyes were wider than the barrel of my gun.
I fired off a warning shot to keep the phantoms on the run.
Imagination was beating like a war drum.
Somewhere in the trickster's night I lost my little chum.
I never made it to the summit and lost the 90-proof bet.
A day later, as I was airing out my tent.
Out popped the faintest chant and a pale green arrowhead.
INNOCENT
Am I not Innocent
That I am being subjected to war
Against my own wishes
Why? Am I not innocent?
Am I not Innocent
That I am being subjected to slaughter
Against my own wishes
Why? Am I not innocent?
So who is INNOCENT and in whose eyes?
If beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder,
Perhaps so does Innocence.
Perhaps these days
Innocence is decided
Decided by the man or woman
Who wants to slaughter
Slaughter for meat or meal
Slaughter for power or money
Slaughter for fame or fear
Slaughter for faith or freedom
Slaughter is Slaughter!
Innocence is no more innocence.....
Innocence of the plant or flower has vanished
Just the way the cow's has....and so has the dog's....
Innocence has given way to slaughter....
When will humankind regain the fragrance of innocence again??
---@copyright 2017 Sima Mittal
Lost Rendezvous – My Valiant Knight
My valiant knight I had to see. I ran
into the woods for one last rendezvous.
November, unpredictable though, can
wreak melancholy, for a strong wind blew!
All sunlight vanished; it grew deathly cold.
And in the gloaming, crystal sky became
as ash! To think this day that promised gold
brought only misery, yet still the flame
of passion for the man I loved still burned
as limbs of frosted trees like hoary men
lashed out at me. The knight for whom I yearned
I could not find. I’d not see him again.
Great pathos floods my soul forevermore.
My valiant knight was later killed in war.
Aug. 16, 2017 for John Hamilton's
Eight-word Challenge - 3 Poetry Contest
Words used: 1.Crystal 2.Gloaming 3.Frosted 4. Forevermore 5. Pathos
6. Valiant 7. Melancholy 8. Unpredictable
As I stared down at the flower in wonder
I could see a pool of water at the bottom
I wished out loud that I was small enough
to be able to dive into its trumpet center
When to my surprise up popped a tiny elf
that's possible he says to me, just drink this
I swallowed it down it tasted of wild berries
then, in a flash I shrank until I was elf size
Standing on the petal's rim I plunged on in
oh the flood of sensation set me tingling
it felt as if I was being caressed by many
hands everywhere as the water stroked me
The heavenly scented water carried me off
to a dream place where lovers dally together
slowly swimming, senses reeling on overload
I startled awake as a raucous bird flew above
Looking back into the flower, I glimpsed the elf
he gave me a cheeky grin and then he vanished
was I just dreaming? Carried by wishful dreams
I choose to believe it happened just as I told you
written 08/20/2013 by Shadow Hamilton
contest Softly Sensual
A Thursday afternoon—rain tapping its fingers
against the glass, impatient, like the aching in my ribs,
the one I could not name.
Write down four small wins for thirty days, the DJ said.
No fireworks, no epiphanies—just the whisper
of something lighter than a promise.
Day One: I watched the steam rising from my coffee,
the way it curled like a question mark. A win for patience.
Day Seven: I noticed the barista remembered my order.
A victory, small as a sugar cube, but it dissolved sweet on my tongue.
Day Fifteen: Rain again, but this time I opened the window,
let the damp air press its forehead to mine.
A win—feeling the weather, not just enduring it.
Day Thirty: The unnamed ache hadn’t vanished,
but now it shared the room with other things~
a handful of glinting, ordinary moments
I’d gathered like scattered coins,
enough to buy back a little of the light.