Long Villager Poems

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Help me before i fade away

I am the spirit,
That lives in the hearts of those,
Who still see value in keeping strong communities
Where good deeds are never spoken of,
As they are so woven into the fabric of daily life,
The need never arises.


if you are lucky enough to live in such a community,
You may be able to help me find more hearts,
To dwell in,
As I am fading away, 
And soon may be but a memory,
Lost to the winds of eternity.

To help you understand what is at stake,
Come closer, 
I have a story from a land far far away,
Where the future of communities like yours hung in the balance.

Once upon a time, there was a king,
Who ruled a kingdom from his castle at the top of a  hill,
He ruled it the same way, as all those, 
Who lived there before him had done,
Without compassion,
Unable to forgive any villager who trespassed,
And with no empathy for the plight of the villagers living,
A life of subsistence, at the bottom of the hill.

How could he have done things any other way,
When there had been no-one to show him a different way,
With his heart beating,
Only with Love of himself, his castle, 
And the power he had over the villagers below.

Then one day a miracle happened,
One night  the castle was gutted by fire,
With nowhere for the king to rest his head,
And nothing left to eat,
Not even a blade of grass.

The king could be seen shaking in his boots,
For fear of what the villagers would do to him
Now that all his soldiers had run of into the night. 

The villagers soon arrived,
And the King could not believe his eyes,
When, they came armed not with pitchforks and cudgels,
But with hot soup and bread, 
And blankets to warm him on the outside.

In the coming days and weeks,
There were even bigger surprises for him,
As the villagers started to re-build his castle for him.
STOP said the king,
I once heard of a thing called a community hall,
If you could be so kind as to turn my castle into one.
Form: Didactic


Premium Member Lost and Found 1


Someone help me please, 
I feel so lost,
The snow is deep, 
The streets are dark,
Unfriendly people 
Come at a cost,
I left my red scarf 
As a mark,
It’s gone,
But so sleepy, thought,
I’d have a nap,
Last I remember,
Is my yawn!
Has been a busy night, 
Santa and Rudolph 
Will miss me,
To make sure, 
Will tie my
Shoe around this snow
Adorned acorn tree!
Only a short snooze, 
For I fear and dread,
To be left behind,
What would lay
For me ahead?
A villager passing from 
A nearby farm,
Heard my sleepy voice
And from beneath 
A pile of snow 
Saw my blue sleeved arm,
And one tiny 
Shoeless foot,
Half frozen,
The man knew 
He had no choice,
But to awaken me,
For I’d surely freeze,
If left there, 
In this bitter breeze!
A hot glass of milk, 
A buttered bun,
Sounded to me, 
To be a lot more fun!
I’m lost, sadly sang the elf,
Santa and Rudolph
And the gang,
Must have taken off,
I fear to see a 
Wolf with fang,
What should I do, 
Will you help me?
Address North Pole 
Is all I know!
Villager and elf walked on
Hand in hand,
Leaving footsteps in the
Fluffy snow like sand, 
The stranger seemed
So kind,
Was this villager 
Assigned?
Of course he was, 
And with a spin
And whirl we found 
Distraught Santa,
Inside his house 
Beside his spouse,
Address, North Pole!
A miracle Santa declared,
And looked around
But there was no one there!

Premium Member The Galloping Gingerbread Boy

I am chasing a galloping gingerbread, and the little old man and the
Little old woman and a rake and a fork and a spoon are helping me
When another villager begins yelling at the top of his musical scale,
“Christmas is here! Christmas is here!”

My eyes pop open. I am disoriented, not knowing where I am at first.
The galloping gingerbread cookie has turned into a galloping real-live-boy!
I must have fallen asleep on the couch, after sitting down for just a minute.
Three children in the form of sixteen battalion of horses 

Hit those stairs like percussion instruments.
They have discovered that Santa left half of a frosted cookie.
Two are screaming while the oldest one devours it.

My husband plods in from the kitchen and smarter than Nero,
Forks over a chocolate-milked, double sugared, coffee. My hero!
I see you got finished, He says to me, the wrapping-present-queen
I nod. I was going to just sit down a second, before I came to bed.

He smiles, knowing how fast sometimes the energizer bunny 
falls down in total exhaustion mode, in the form of his honey.
Max throws himself into my arms, warm pajamas and all.
A galloping gingerbread cookie, in the form of a live doll!

Written 11-30-2018  Contest:  Christmas Cheer  Sponsor:  Kim Rodrigues
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member LOST AND FOUND

I’m lost, the snow’s so deep, red scarf left as a mark, but gone,
I need to nap, a busy night, Santa and Rudolph will miss me
Sleep, I must sleep, so tie my shoe around a tree with thorn,
Must prepare for dread, for what lies ahead, a villager passing heard
My sleepy voice, and from beneath a steep pile of snow peeped out
A blue sleeved arm and shoe-less foot, so he awakened me,
I would freeze in this bitter breeze, a hot glass of milk is
What you need, the stranger said, so tearfully I did explain,
I feared a wolf with fang, poor tired Santa forgot to head count, 
Please help, all I know is address North Pole, so elf and stranger
Walked hand in hand, leaving footprints in the snow like sand, 
Was this stranger assigned, of course we know he was, with speedy swirl, 
Found themselves in Santa’s house, beside his spouse, address North Pole. 
A miracle Santa declared and looked around, but no-one was there!





Competition Entry: Footprints
Dated: 02/05/2021
Sponsor: Carolyn Devonshire

Premium Member My Mimic and Me

It is unfathomable, I say.
Chance, the village repeater, says, “UnFAM-IT-BLE!” and smiles at me. 
Louder than I was, but with more feeling.
I cringe, pre-seeing how this village meeting might unfold.
“Incomprehensible!” I announce, watching for eye movements.
An avid proponent of psttacism, Chance yells,”com-Rad-Visible!”
“Which means?” I ask him.  He shrugs, flashing a mouth full of teeth, except one.
“It is unconscionable!” I holler, wondering what he will do with this.
“YEAH!” he says, giving a fist pump.
I grin, seeing fist bump go swiftly into two thumbs up.
Chance is my biggest supporter, and coincidentally, the only
Villager who has attended my maybe-not-so-well-advertised press conference.
The reporter from Nothing-town says “Anything else?”
I shake my head, and thank him for coming.
“News was slow in No-town,” he replied. “No big deal.”
“Will we be on the news?” Chance asks.
He shakes his head. “Depends on whether or not my boss cares about
Opossum neutering,” he says. “It is hard to tell.”
Besties now, I invite Chance to lunch.
He is my biggest supporter, after all.
My favorite supporter.
The gift of psttacism was a happy unexpected bonus.
We both received postcards for years from people
Who could not stop laughing at us.


The Dyslexic Shepherd Boy


Long  ago when fairy tales and fables

Defined that period in time 

There's a story seldom told 

Of a Dyslexic Shepherd boy 

Who guarded the town's flock

From a wolf with hungry eyes 

The Mayor said to cry Wolf when he attacked

Then townsfolk would run to his aid

never should he raise a false alarm

The Shepherd Boy before him 

knew the rule but disobeyed 

He played a joke by crying Wolf 

when he wasn't around 

He thought it so funny 

To call out a false alarm 

Making everyone to come running from  town.

He played his joke a few more times   

Soon not a single villager would react

Then came the night when the wolf made his move 

And he cried out that the wolf had attacked

Not a soul ran to help him to fight off the wolf

They heard his pleas but they went by ignored 

He was alone to face the vicious wolf Without the villagers support 

In the morning when they checked on the Shepherd Boy

His outcome was horrifying and grim

It happened that after his many false alarms

The joke was actually on him.

The Dyslexic Shepherd Boy made a promise

He would never call out a false alarm.

As long as he didn't play tricks 

He would never come to harm  

The night came when the wolf attacked 

He screamed for the townsfolk below 

they thought it was a trick

because the Dyslexic Shepherd Boy wasn't crying 'WOLF'

He was screaming 'FLOW'

JSB

Judge Santiago Burdon 

Stray Dogs and Deuces Wild, Not Real Poetry, Quicksand Highway, Fingers in the Fan, Tequilas Bad Advice, Lords of the Afterglow, Overdose of Destiny, Architect of Havoc .
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member FOX-MANS REIGN OF TERROR


The heavens opened wide that night,
Thunder pounded the skies with might,
Lightening, God’s pyrotechnics were in play,
A great delight for the fox to have his way.

Power knocked out, no doubt this was a dread,
The local rag’s first page warned of the fox.
Three villagers last night found dead ,
A young couple mutilated along with well
Liked grocery owner, Mr. Brown.
All doors bolted, and shutters tied down.

The wily Fox lived in a nearby forest, said
To have been seen, a demon said old Fred,
Half fox half man, a fearful sight, 
An ugly filthy creature, a murderer outright.

The men of the village planned to meet,
This demon who was full of hate,
Was surely soon to meet his fate.
This danger stranger, was a game changer,
In their village oh so small,
This meant he should be eliminated 
Once and for all.

And thus a plan was formed, but another
Frenzied storm flew by,
With hail stones, golf ball size, 
Which rained down from darkened skies.
The Fox-Man visited poor old Fred’s house,
His target was Fred's daughter.

Another Family died that night their children
Seven and five, surely went to heaven, 
The fox, once again took advantage
Of the storm, and left his hole,
Four further human hearts he stole.

Snares were promptly set up around the
Village, this time the fox man, would not 
Escape, was snared in broad daylight,
This brazen devil hearted man 
Was taken to the local zoo.

He snarled, he snapped, he bit two 
Staff members, he looked so evil.
Could he flee on a night,
That thunder pounded the sky with might,
A frightful dread still within the people’s sight.

A mourning villager, who had lost his daughter,
One night, when the heavens opened wide
Climbed over the zoo wall,
He decided it was his call,
Found and shot the demonic half man half fox. 

He was hailed a hero, was old Fred,
That he had shot the Fox-Man dead,
The local news wrote of Fox Man’s demise
A murderer who was so despised.

Homage To My Father

From a farmer cottage, he was a naive villager
Being orphan he got admission in madrasah
Completed memorizing the holy Quran
Till tenth-grade general learning he ran

In several madrasahs and mosques, he worked
At the age of fifty, he quitted all kinds of jobs ark
No, he was not frustrated, chose grocery business
Still, he is activated in him at seventy, one less

Greed for the earthly affairs defeats not him
He is full of life learning and self-esteemed
Lot sufferings come and go; he in strong patience
To his family, he's spending whole life conscience

As a burden child still I couldn't do anything for him
Feel proud to salute as my father and prayer hymn


20.06.2020 Chattogram

Happy Father's Day- 2020 To All

The Last Acorn

 She is a deep feet                 
She has beaten to drown many she               feeds
Her face is a black green                                               skin 
she waves her tail large the size of her                           teeth                                              
Her hungry is a mystery.                                                          kill
 Her fangs cold like an adder's venom                                   sting
She is a regurgitating                                                             beast 
chews her cods                                                                  slowly
raises her prey up down up again and down then up 
the third time and                                                      finally 
swallows after some days in her                     deep
she vomit it prey stiff,                                    stilled,                   
many  forgotten souls lie beneath her.      deep 
The villagers chant songs and  wail.      deep
Like a hawk she dives                          prickly 
On its prey at a glance                 sweeps
Like cyclone and               steals 
At the                   brink 
of her     teeth
Another villager
                              she 
                                            drinks
who gone to be with the river. Last man of his clan, last fishermen of his age mate, only surviving son of late chief only to be seen again days on top of her black green skin, stilled eyes pop out white .River Ethiope is a beast She never get filled





7/5/2020

Innocent Victim

The wind bellowed from the west
This young boy joined the rest
Without realizing what they are up to? 
Followed them blindly just for fun

Poor fools were out to agitate
This boy thought they were out 
On a picnic with banners in hand
And shouting the slogans, they are singing a new song.

In his naivety, he kept walking
Then suddenly something happened
And started a violent battle
And stones came out from their "Jholas"

Before the boy could realize what is happening
A hand came out, giving a stone to him
And with them all, he also threw the stone
Without knowing who he is hitting

When his attempt was greeted by tear gas
He thought it was another playful act
Yet it continued for hours and hours
The boy waited for this scene to end

From nowhere came a bullet straight
Hit the boy on his head and his body
Scrunched in a corner of iron bench
A pool of blood got clot beneath

His life ended like a playful joke
Nobody came forward to claim his body
He was naïve villager who came to the city
Then suddenly the drama unfolded

Came forward a mob motioning silently
Kneeled down and began a mock crying
To me they appeared some street entertainers
They showed crying faces for a photo session

The government announced a committee to investigate
God only knows what will be the outcome
Meaning of life I learned from there
Think twice before joining anywhere.

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