With stubborn readiness
The blackbird has fled to another retreat
through roaming hills
with insurmountable readiness
The bird
in his lonely flight
blood provides the heart with a fight
In your verse
the forest reflects just light
out of the wood of grown thoughts
To cut down by sharp axe
Deep recess in your Trunk
what memory is your patch
Santa’s reindeer were scared at his coughing bout
He had deadly corona infection they had no doubt
Leaving the sleigh they ran away as fast they could
Santa found the hospital trudging out of the wood.
December 24, 2021
Contest : A Funny Christmas Themed 4 Liner
Sponsor : Tania Kitchin
You've come out of the books
You've come out of the dry roses
When I looked my old stuff, again
You've come out of closed envelopes
Nothing can stop you my light
You've come out of the wood holes
Your laughter tells me something
You've come out of the titles of love
How simple is the breath, you take
You've come out of the torments
There is neither demand nor curiosity
You've come out of wrong thoughts
Time will not return, you will be useless
You've come out of the misery's shelter
Your quietness tells me, Imran!
You've come out of questions
Who could bring dry wood
from the wood
once the rain would start
without an alert?
For fear of getting them on her head drenched
the wench ran under the darkest clouds overhead
gnashing their teeth sounding like fart
threatening her safe journey to homestead.
Steady and alert
quickly to come out of the wood
she ran faster than her mood.
It was nothing but a play
among the rain and the cloud
with the damsel and the wood;
but she was an elf, gossip mongers say.
I open up the door
To the early morning sky
Out of no where all of you arrive
Coming out of the wood works for all to see
One hundred deer and yes some Bambi's
Big bucks come running from all over the realms
To my back door where I dwell
With a bucket of wheat in my hands
Dropping little piles of it on little tiny pads
Of brick that make up my back porch where I occasionally sit
While the rest of the deer start to forage
I lower my bucket down almost to the ground
Some many deer all around
Two does come up and start eating the wheat
Almost against my big feet
I tilt the bucket a little more
Their heads go in and keep bobbing for more
I turn around and offer another
And to other doe start fighting another
So I decide to just pour it on the ground
And watch them gather all around
Twenty-Five bucks and at least one hundred does
With seven Bambi's among their flow
They eat all the wheat up then go
Hopping back to the trees just a little ways below
And they all bed down to await the next feast
Right there again at my feet
I always had that sense you were there
Your eye how it followed each curve
To see you now send shivers down my spine
A look of want that covers your being
A freedom of secrets inside you hide
Man so bold in his appearance
A charm speaks a thousand times
Lust that just did nt turn to dust
Time after time you would appear
Out of the wood work your face so clear
You never change as you sweep me to the ground
All in memory you hold deep and sound
The passion we shared the must of bodies intime
Fire to fire we burned as one
Moments of delight under moonlight
Time always stands still of lovers times
Past is the past of another time
A want that will always be there hiding from behind
A mind that is undone to all mankind
In another life I will find you
But not this one
As this one has been and gone
Beginings so old over again with you
Truth of knowing my soul mate
We will seek in another time
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