Morning didn't paint pastel skies
Thunder drummed, a sound I despise
Tears rolled down from my blurry eyes
Gloomy sunrise Gloomy sunrise
Melancholy feelings were grim
Life was sorrowful without him
Like words sung in funeral hymn
My light's gone dim My light's gone dim
I wear depression like a shroud
Before God's alter, with head bowed,
Incessantly, I pray aloud
My love avowed My love avowed
I became wistful and withdrawn
The moment I awoke at dawn
How long will my heartache drag on
Sorrow, be gone Sorrow, be gone
June 9, 2023
Eight Word Challenge Contest
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*Monotetra Form
My cat sat on the window seat
Tail thumping with a rhythmic beat
Like a lioness stalking meat
A bird to eat A bird to eat
Oh, no you don't, my sweet kitty
That raven is much too gritty
You'd be hurt. Oh, what a pity!
You're too pretty You're too pretty
I'll give you a treat, if you wish
With the flavor of tuna fish
I'm certain you'll find it delish
It's in your dish It's in your dish
She ran, making her 'meow' sound
Straight for the kitchen, she was bound
With lightning speed of a greyhound
Her cat food downed Her cat food downed
I found her later, sound asleep
In peaceful dreams, she slept so deep
or she'd have heard the fledgling's "peep"
Of a bird's cheep Of a bird's cheep
August 8, 2022
Simile Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Hilo Poet
Monotetra Form
I'd worked on a canvas for hours
Wishing I had van Gogh's powers
to blend shades of floral bowers
Painting flowers painting flowers
I rearranged them in a vase
on a table cloth fringed in lace
and saw the mess in my loft space
"Look at this place! Look at this place!"
Splotches of blue, yellow and green
covered the floor across the scene
reds, pinks, and all hues in between
I have to clean! I have to clean!
I found a can of turpentine
and soaked my brushes in a stein
The scent stronger than oil of pine
I must recline I must recline
April 9, 2021
Monotetra Form
~ Monotetra form ~
No man's eyes will ever conceive
the things another mind may weave
If this counsel you don't believe
You are naïve You are naïve
What lies behind a masked facade
is oft' unfit to praise and laud
Tread lightly when sipping pernod
Beware the fraud Beware the fraud
One cannot brush away with paint
the darkened soul that's ripe with taint
With deceivers do not acquaint
They ruse and feint They ruse and feint
From mesmeric masks turn away
Treacherous hearts tend to betray
A friend becomes a mocking jay
And you their prey And you their prey
You cannot lift the wicked veil
of the beast with forked tongue and tail
Though legions have tried to assail
To no avail To no avail
INDUSTRY OF CHRISTMAS
Cut down the pine! That one’s for me.
Lovely needles — so fresh and free.
A s p r i t z of h o l i d a y esprit.
O Christmas tree! O Christmas tree!
Harness him with silver bell rows -
Dear Rudolph, master of blind-snow.
In dark W i n t e r, oh how it glows.
A red-red nose! A red-red nose!
While we repose, he rides the chutes,
Working, down the chimney he scoots.
S a n t a in his h o l i d a y s u i t
And fur-lined boots! And fur-lined boots!
A m e r r y, smiling, k i n d l y bloke,
Loves with great fervor the poor folk.
Smells of cookies, milk and nog yolk.
And chimney smoke! And chimney smoke!
Elves polish the sleigh and explore.
Dear old S a n t a, as their mentor,
Jumps in and teaches them to soar.
With gifts galore! With gifts galore!
12/2/2017
Monotetra Form
You pass me by on distant shore
where drought caused forest fires roar
where rivers rise and harsh rains pour
I cry no more, I cry no more.
You witness want on bended knee
Upon the screens of your TV
My children die before they’re free
No hope for me, no hope for me
Your oil hunger, corporate greed
Still planting wars from scattered seed
Creating slaves by forcing need
My heart does bleed, my heart does bleed
The oceans and the mountains call
Pray stop the pain of Eden’s fall
This earth belongs to great and small
For one and all, for one and all
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