A polar bear unexpectedly washed up
on a beach of sun-soaked sand, blinking at palm trees
like they were part of some cosmic prank.
He tried to build a snow fort out of coconuts and optimism,
but everything kept melting~
except his dignity.
Soon he learned to waddle in flip-flops,
sip pineapple juice through a straw, and fan himself with a leaf
the size of his entire head.
He decided, with a shrug, that life is mostly about adapting~
even if you’re a creature of snow
learning to love the warm, ridiculous world.
On a plane flying to Vancouver,
An odd lady said that I knew her,
I was just flabbergast,
After years now at last,
My wife of forty is much cruder.
*P - Pegasus
O - Other horses
Pegasus,
the winged horse
Olympus
flew off course
Stallion
horse that's male
land in
a grassy dale
horses
came up to him
sources
to say his name
P - Pegasus.
forwards a pony
addresses
O - Sounds Greek to me.
P - It should be,
P - I am from Greece,
P - by the Aegean Sea.
now all at peace.
P - But before I go home,
P - I go to La La Land,
P - then on to Rome.
O - That land is a dreamland,
O - but wait, you no go back,
O - you go to that place?
P - All roads lead home, no offtrack.
O - But, La La, Dream, it's out in space.
P - It's okay, I got wings.
O - Okay, take the second star to the right, ...
P - No attached strings?
O - No you'll be alright.
O - And then, straight on till morning ...
In God’s own world, kind and humane once,
bullets rip through the dreaming buds,
blood flows with the color of innocence,
the flowers of promise never bloom.
Terror breeds in the fanatic hearths,
dislocated minds mutilated by despicable instinct
turn into executor of targeted destruction,
chosen randomly from ominous list of insane caprice.
Morality defaced by indolent intolerance,
understanding disintegrates into abhorrence.
Empathy is lost in the dark alley of violence,
off-course conscience evades probity rationale.
In God’s own creation so beautiful ever,
the children inhabiting the world today,
still smile and play merrily without fear.
God has not given up on the mankind yet.
_______________
January 9, 2023
Contest : Hit List 2023
Sponsored by : Joe Maverick
Just as the wind has come about
And it's time to change tack;
There's a new hand on the tiller
Of the mutinous, rudderless boat;
Now doomed to float aimlessly,
Until it arrives at an uncharted port
Its cargo spoiled, wasted, ruined.
Past life ghosts they drift and creep
spread their bile on those who sleep
cold as ice with no soft side
For mud bound stains dug so deep
Poem entered on Poetry Soup March 17/2020.
Let The Pens Flow - Jueju Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Jenish Somadas
Source of Remorse Being Off Course
What really did seem to be the source,
Of so much sadness filled with remorse,
That appeared;
Always feared;
When riding horse and being off course.
Jim Horn
With Remorse and Off Course
On one evening was much remorse;
Hillary had lost after being off course;
Sharpened claws,
With many laws;
Of sin, Trump became his own source.
Jim Horn
go back
finish up
what was
once started
long ago
travel backwards
down the path
till you come
upon the point
at which the path
begin to veer off
course
this time around
do it right
cause there will
not be a twentieth
chance at this
Forever Lost and Way Off Course
Through cemetery had ridden my horse
All we found there was much remorse;
Stared at and would reach each name,
And to who should be given the blame;
Where forever lost and way off course.
Jim Horn
End of the End
Isn’t in nice,
Sometimes,
To veer off course,
Look behind,
And watch it crumble
At your feet?
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