Blind in the all-consuming mist without a trace of light
Blind in the oven’s black smoke that makes all songs to Jesus seem hushed
A woman grabbed some of the treasures given from the height
In her worn hands, feeling the papyrus and straw being now crushed
And threw them in the flickering fire to be their plight
Though she feared preserving these written worlds would bring the jinn
Jinn danced in wicked victory on the perishing, once green lands
Simply dancing in circles as the night sky flames of sin
As the songs of these lands became whispers above dead seas and sands
And these whispers became nothing, without even a din
What mysteries vanished into the air, taking their leave
What pure prayers were never heard again, just left for time to bury
Maybe the Gospel of Perfection, the Gospel of Eve
Maybe the flawless hymns of Bardesanes, the Questions of Mary
Our burning hearts will never know, but our souls will still grieve
About how some manuscripts of the Nag Hammadi Library (discovered in 1945) were tragically burned to fuel a simple oven fire.
Categories:
nag, books, fire, history, islamic,
Form: Rhyme
Sa kanilang mga anino,
Kami’y kanilang itinago
Lagi kami ang sinusuyo
Na manatili lang sarado
Na dating walang pumapanig
Noong kami ay nalulupig
Ngunit ngayon, kami’y titindig
At sana’y kami ay marinig
At bakit naman kami matitinag?
Dahil ba kami ay babae lamang?
At bakit kami pa ang maduduwag,
Sa lupaing kami rin ang nag-silang?
Kailan pa nagging sukatan
Ang aming mga kasarian?
At ang taglay na kakayahan
Na ipagtanggol ang lipunan
Mag-dadamit, mag-hahayag ng malaya
May lakas ng loob at di nahihiya
Dahil di na nila kami madadaya
Sa pag-laban namin ng aming hustisya
Tatayo kami at titingala
Sa pag-tibay ng paniniwala
Ika’y babaeng dinadakila,
Na di na muling maalila.
PM, 2022
Categories:
nag, celebration, courage, woman, women,
Form: Other
Pecos Bill rode herd in the vast forlorn.
His quiet Paint gobbled buttered popcorn.
A tornado, in a fit,
Came for a whirlwind visit.
“Paint, meet Curley. His back I will adorn.”
Bill grabbed his rope and threw a loop with hope
And saddled the whirlwind so Paint could lope,
Leisurely grazing along
While Bill sang a peaceful song
Though the twister used top spin, Bill could cope.
Whirly raced north swift as antelope might.
Picking up barns, tossing them left and right,
Heaving a freight train five miles.
Bill hung on with joyful smiles,
“Almost beats chasing roadrunners at night.”
Bill rode that twister into a broke nag,
That lay city curbside limp as a rag,
A sadder, but wiser storm.
Where his horse Paint, true to form,
Whinnied by the nag, wanting to play tag.
A jolly sheriff saw Bill ride in view,
He chose at least three tickets to issue:
Parking in a tow away;
No emissions valve that day;
Driving a twister with no license too.
Tale Tales 1 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Jeff Kyser
Date Written: 3/14/2022
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Categories:
nag, adventure, animal, city, horse,
Form: Limerick
A clerk nags her workers all day
Until her face got stuck in some clay
Knew pottery was produce
She called for a truce
Then gave them a joyful playday
Categories:
nag, cute, fun,
Form: Limerick
She was an ugly mean old hag,
Born out of a tapestry bag,
She smelled like old lint,
Her mouth was wider than a stag,
Her sense of humor made you gag.
A terrible skin-flint.
Original spinster from Crag,
Was usually on a crying jag
Her eyes were a squint,
Being with her an instant drag
She’d whine, complain, throw out a nag.
Perfect wife for Clint.
Categories:
nag, fun,
Form: Tail-rhyme
Feeling trapped and alone
Fed up of being home
No one listens anymore
I feel like such a bore
All I do is nag
I need a punching bag
Constant reminders
Where's our silver liner?
Half finished jobs
Me and my big gob
Courses to finish
I can see you grimace
It wasn't meant to be like this
I envisaged bliss
Reminiscing the good times
Longing for our pastimes
Categories:
nag, age, family, husband,
Form: Rhyme
Your conversation centers 'round,
Complaints of one kind or another.
I swear sometimes I think for sure,
You're someone's sainted mother.;
Or someone's maiden aunt, per chance,
Come back from the dead,
To punish me for all my sins,
And fill my life with dread.
You need me though, you know you do.
Without me who would listen,
To all the things you have to say,
All your pearls of wisdom.
You gripe about the world at large,
Politics, law, religion;
It seems to me that no one's safe,
From critical inspection.
You pick at me from morn to night,
About my faults and screw ups.
I'll never change, you know I won't,
So why don't you just shut up.
Categories:
nag, family,
Form: Quatrain
All the old woman does is nag, nag, nag.
How do I get rid of the old windbag?
There is a bumper crop
when she goes nonstop.
For peace and quiet, is there a price tag?
Categories:
nag, nonsense, people,
Form: Limerick
God made Adam out of the clay,
A friend for walks in the cool of the day.
Eden was all that Adam had to tend,
But God decided he needed a friend.
From Adams rib, God did conceive,
A companion for him who He called Eve.
How long he walked with God we do not know,
But it was a good life without sorrow.
But this all came to an abrupt end,
On that morning Eve he did comprehend.
For from the moment she was activated,
Adam's life was aggravated.
Each day became an infernal drag,
Because all she did was NAG, NAG, NAG.
The grass is too green, the flowers too bright,
And where do you go in the cool of the night?
Where do I go when I want a chat?
I've got no friends, did you think of that?
You've got a job, God did you proud,
All I get told is, don't touch that, it's not allowed.
I'm going to leave, with nothing to put in a bag.
Adam said yes, please go, then no more NAG, NAG, NAG..
© Dave Timperley 2013
Categories:
nag, funny, giggle, silly,
Form: Rhyme
Your conversation centers 'round,
Complaints of one kind or another.
I swear sometimes I think for sure,
You're someone's sainted mother;
Or more likely someone's maiden aunt,
Come back from the dead,
To punish me for all my sins,
And fill my life with dread.
You need me though, you know you do,
Without me who would listen,
To all the things you have to say,
All your pearls of wisdom.
You gripe about the world at large,
Politics, law, religion;
It seems to me that no one's safe,
From critical inspection.
You pick at me from morn to night,
About my faults and screw ups.
I'll never change, you know I won't,
So why don't you just shut up.
(In other words:
(If the meal ain't to your liking, don't shovel it in with both hands.)
Some people can't find anything good to say about anything but they won't leave.
They hang on for dear life with both hands and won't let go.
Categories:
nag, family, satire, me, life,
Form: Quatrain
a strange awakening
bathed the brain
fogged the eyes of night
remnants of dreams
unshakeable
looming still
with dawns new light
feet on the ground
grog wears off
carbon pops
xylophone tickle up the spine
still this dream
a taunting tease
pleads definition
I know not why
Categories:
nag, confusion
Form: I do not know?