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Horizontal line determines many things. It determines silence, it signifies a line on a flat surface without further possibilities of inflectional variations.
And it determines death too.
Trivialities of trivial days and nights. Trivial possibilities for flashing moments for the one last time. Burned down moments of a sunset on a bridge meant nothing, nothing at all. An aspiration, a whim or perhaps just a memorable farewell.
And life goes on, within thousand variations of curved possibilities of a beautiful zig-zag course. For yet another promising dawn, through oblivious pain.
There is no sin in trying to forget. God needs to know us more, through pain and sorrow. By testing us through the deeper pressure of situation, He decides to make us each one a gem, with each one carrying a beautiful carpe diem out of our own.
*Image of Flying Cranes by Pixabay.
Zoetic Long-Legged Birds
A crane flew down and stood still on its stilts,
their necks straighten in flights,
a heron too would stand in silts,
of lakes or bights.
Heron's neck forms an "S" shape when they fly,
functions like some egrets,
beak's long versus shorten ally,
character sets.
The contrasts between herons and egrets,
are plumage and their hues,
cranes only eat plants--they're dead set,
holds distinct views.
2023 January 16
*3rd Place*
Writing Challenge - Zip, Zig, Zag, Zing
~~Constance La France: Judged 2023 January 17
*RZ & HMS.
We planned for cycling in Northern Montana
Me, Marvin, Louis, and Anna
I had doubts about them, though they were healthy
For Anna could never resist a selfie
Marvin couldn't plan, Louis attracted disaster
Mainly because he always had to go faster.
Me, my only problem was I'm slightly bats
and guiding these guys was like herding cats.
We flew in with our bikes to Glacier Park
Started our day while it was still dark
Marvin wore a T-shirt, the fool didn’t care,
Sweating up the switchbacks, in the frosty air.
Then snowmelt got him soaked, and the road took a dive
Cold wind froze him; more ice than alive
Anna asked me to take a photo with a bear
I turned around, but she was no longer there.
Just a fatter grizzly, and a titanium frame
Maybe I can sell it, waste is such a shame.
Louis blasted past a "Road Closed" sign,
Rockfall twisted his bike like an old clothesline.
(Chorus)
Don’t be like us, leave the park for the bears
From my vantage point, I can say no-one cares
What starts as a dream can get very stark
And end under a tombstone mentioning Glacier Park.
Then I headed out on 'going to the sun'
the scenery was a heartache, the riding so much fun
The slope got steep, I had to zig zag wide
A fast cyclist came down; I veered off the side
I survived, don't know how or why
But my friends had joined that bike shop in the sky.
So I'll hang up my helmet, think of each friend
and how a dream of Montana drove them round their last bend.
Resourceful - conjuring bulk from brain brew
Remorseful - predictable poetry, spirit sinking
Perception - radically alters the same view
Pareidolia - open gate self driven thinking
Eradicate - enclosure - thwart cliche profanity
Enigma - drifts in layers of conciousness
Hallucinate - haunts the bridge adjoining sanity
Hypothosise - solidify vapour responsiveness
Fabricate - concocted charade materialised
Fantasy - unreal ideas give desperate relief
Establish - beyond bounds to tantalise
Erroneous - concealed, reveals new belief
Rampant written critters eat readers' expectations
Sabre tooth tigers exude from woodgrain exuberantly
Thumping words stir rainbow disco illumination
With sage persuasion, topic prospers convincingly
Slices of vivid visuals leave consumer inflicted
Scenarios spring suddenly, scorch on impact
Rage and rapture entwine, rapid zig zag ballistic
Buffed poem friction, grazed reader attacked
Written: 29th July 2020
Submitted for Contest: Pareidolia Poem
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
A Statue
Virgin charming marble
unblinking and stared eyes
standing at circle garden
beneath the musical shower.
Once God bless him
to see and hear all for
her past credits thus
The statue got the life.
Now my statue faced
whole day new experience.
What lovers are you doing here.
shame ! shame! Shame on you,
Now I can hear and see you
so go away ,go away from here.
What a disgusting! is going here
Why they not heed my presence.
O! Dear friends leave me alone
Please remove this sin
from my unblinking eyes.
Now it is the time to rest
all birds went their nests.
I tried to forget the scenes because
Moon was shinning in the sky.
O! What a pleasant cool night
make me pleasant most blue sky.
But life proceeds zig-zag way
rather then my straight way.
Soon a plot was listened
in mind of just arrived.
Stop this nonsense talk and run
away from here till morning walk.
By hook and cook night passed
dream a pleasant day welcomed.
But so many lives dwell in
this world to bring sorrows.
In morning to sit and ****
came the crows and sparrows.
At noon a muddy and targeted
ball of mischief street boys
hit on my feelings and
golden colour violet dress.
Mighty strong hands didn't
save me so I felt nervous.
At last she forced to pray
take back your blessings.
On account of this Almighty
send a thief of lamps
both eyes and ears to break.
He Drop showering rain to
wash my feelings and drees.
Thus God fulfill my wish.
Don't see bad
Don't hear bad
Don't think bad
Save my chestinity
So thank to God.
Look, with what amazing artistry,
God has painted the tiger and the zebra.
In zig zag alignment, in a neat pattern,
Not complex as the design on the hood of a cobra.
How different they are, yet how similar!
No human hand can craft such an art work.
Like streams, their lines glisten in wilderness.
Strangely they are visible even in the dark.
In flaming colors of black and white,
On a zebra, the lines run in a neat stripe.
No two lines are quite the same.
Neither animal, a replica of the other type.
Through different tracks, they roam.
One reminds us of day and night.
The other, of dusk and golden morn.
Both wear coats of fur in stripes so bright.
Their streaks, a lovely script God has penned
These bands of white and black tend,
To tell aloud that opposites can thrive,
And beauty is born where contrasts blend.
With the classy curved beak
You nudge your mate's cheek
And you both give a romantic look
Oh! That's my favourite click
Those slender zig-zag legs float
on water like the beautiful boat
And amidst that seren lake
emerges my angel to ruin my ache
White gown, the normal angels don
On you, the pink and red hues drawn
Such a special archangel you are
And so shining like a pink star
Lacklustre lake it was; neglected
Until your graceful advent
You dipped the dull monochrome frame
in reddish hues, the place now, a fame
Oh my dear Flamingo
Your colors, flaming! Oh!
My pain you take and go
Oh my dear Flamingo
Dedicated to my dream bird Flamingo.Yearning to see it atleast once in my lifetime...
Zealots, one by one, with steadfast passion
serving God as Master
in enthusiastic fashion -
His broadcaster.
Zebulon’s tribe pardoned for insurgence
became clear spokesmen yet;
famous mariners and merchants
with God’s mindset.
Old Testament prophet Zephaniah
foretold deportation
of God’s hope for the Messiah -
chosen nation.
Old Zacharias, priest in the temple,
doubted in disbelief,
lost his speech; really simple -
he caused God grief.
There was Zebedee, busy fisherman,
father of James and John,
loosed his sons, new mission began
their anchors drawn.
Simon the Zealot, unsung disciple
attentive, observant,
zealous for Jesus, not idle
as His servant.
Zealots, one and all, somewhat imperfect
serving their Savior God.
Righteous, they were voices He picked
to give Him laud.
December 27, 2022
sponsor: Constance La France
contest: Zip, Zig, Zag, Zing
"I love my pets, they warm my heart!" - by poet
My black cat is surely the best there is
she cuddles up to me
at attention she is a wiz
brings awesome glee
My colorful birds go chirp all day long
they bring a smile to me
I love their happy merry song
soothing to be
I miss my nice dog who played the guitar
he is in heaven now
what a little shining bright star
oh the bow wow
Wednesday, January 4, 2023
Writing Challenge - Zip, Zig, Zag, Zing Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
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.