injured iguanas ignite interest in Indonesia’s injuries
Jubilant jackals joyfully joined January jealous juries
kind-hearted kangaroos kindled koala’s kaleidoscopic kin
large luxurious lions lollygagged in London lamented Lynn
marinated mongooses marveled at Marauder’s mini-Monday
Naysayers need not negate necessary niggling notes of nay.
Categories:
mongooses, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: ABC
A giant road is emerging. My sandy path
is ready to be swallowed. Gambol, amble,
ramble, saunter, stride… My way knows
a variety of my gaits. This is a stamped
path in my gene as an elephant corridor.
It’s open for the rat snakes, mongooses,
cats, and men. When I lose my way, no
one will come to me. The machine claws
won’t shiver when they pluck my black
plum tree on the wayside. My silence
will be deluged by the motor cacophonies.
The hullabaloos will petrify the birds and
my poetry. The tortoise lying on the grass
with its head inside serenity is unaware of
the imminent doom. Already molded
in loss, I can keep up my sangfroid.
First published in The Literary Hatchet (issue 30).
The first prize winning poem in the Poetry Nook Weekly Contest.
Categories:
mongooses, sad,
Form: Free verse
If the plural of mouse is mice,
And more than one louse is lice,
Then it seems to me, that logically,
The plural of grouse should be grice.
A single goose duplicates into geese,
A mongoose produces mongooses,
So let me stick out my neck
And ask why the heck
The plural of moose is moose,
And not meese,
Or much better yet,
Why not mooses?
Author's note: Dear reader, if you're interested in a little more along this line, I invite you to take a look at my article/essay, "The Wonderfully Awful English Language".
Categories:
mongooses, animal, humor,
Form: Light Verse
a chicken with her ten chicks attacked by some mongooses,
three chicks survived, its heart broken after loosing them.
on her escape zone , hawks cuptured the remained chicks
It made much noise ,the kids who used to play with the chicks missed them.
the owner was so sorry to see how it called its chicks desperately
For some days , until it started to make other eggs.
two months later , it had twenty two chicks
and avoided to walk into the bush as mongooses
were there mostly.
Categories:
mongooses, heartbreak, heartbroken, imagery,
Form: Rhyme
fragrance of fresh air
wakes the flora and fauna
fills nectar of life ...
aching earth in pangs of birth
blooms into colorful mirth
hibernation ends
snakes seem serenely slither
seeking sole soul mates ...
mongooses move merrily
ostentation of peacocks
sky tourmaline blue
sun in colorful costumes
immaculate clouds ...
processions of flies and bees
albatrosses around seas
blazing butterflies
midst mild meek modest flowers
dainty dragonflies …
beetles, bumblebees, bag-worms
bare benevolent bizarre
19 February 2022
Categories:
mongooses, nature, seasons, spring,
Form: Tanka
It’s a voluntary widowhood.
Whipped by Neeli’s tongue,
he’s gone to harvest Dirhams*
in Dubai desert – lest the embryo
of their new home won’t grow up.
She’s alone in a temporary shed
behind the basement on the bank.
Indian Postman passes by like her
days flashing ‘No’ with his fingers.
She looks into the distant desert
through the window of nostalgia.
Fear creeps on the walls of her
heart at night - even a Norway rat
becomes a ghost rattling in kitchen.
Years slip into the chasm of past
leaving behind the doldrums on her
countenance. Time partitions her
basement – mongooses, bandicoots
and rats get their shares – holes and
chinks. Now her dreams with streaks
of love have shrunk like her womb.
*Dirham – currency of the United Arab Emirates
[First published by Encircle Publications, US]
Categories:
mongooses, life,
Form: Free verse
The clumsy beauties come knitted to the yard,
Slithering on the dewy glassy grass,
As usual.
Two mongooses in natty brown coats
Are looking for the fare scrap, if any thrown out.
The dawn window creaks as it opens its eye,
And Master Babu darts out to enact
His typical character with stones.
Forgiveness is their emblem, the mongooses
Return in the dawns, making Babu busy.
As these brown emperors reign among shrubs,
Serpents keep miles away: the brown saviours.
But Babu stoops to the pelting raptures,
Then the mongooses retreat into the chinks.
Yet, their presence is felt in the intermittent shriek.
The wild plants nod and one mongoose comes without
Its mate this dawn, "Where is the other?”.
Babu dashes out, but picks not stones up.
Every hole and every nook in and out the yard,
Master Babu seeks on.But he returns in fatigue,
Scuffling his shoes on the back of despair.
Next days also, he seeks the missed like a man.
Thus he seeks and grows…………………….
FABIYAS M V
Categories:
mongooses, animals, childhood, inspirational,
Form: Free verse