Quercus macrocarpa and corn
was used to feed the wild javelina.
We trapped Jalelina and feed them
corn and Acorns to mild the gameiness.
A tender mild Pork like flavor was
what we were looking for.
Buckle Forging
Until then might the
herbs of bitterness
be tamed ny the
seeds of the trees
the maizes of fall
til the mildness of the two
shall be deemed
delicous in the sight
of these people.
Follicle Grain Pattern
the tuff leather of the boars
and Jalinlina
the beauty of craftmenship
the quality of prided peoples
person to person
the gifts of guilded Pride
Proud Earth when prided in a solar meet:
Look I'm alive; none of you as I view,
Ye all are frozen, scorching else, unfit,
Nature has blest me with a rare virtue—
An asset O for eons to cherish,
Destiny’s experiment, you’ll perish.
Sun, ever benign, smiling said sans ire:
I burn my flesh and my very being,
You know not, I get singed in sacred fire
That thy womb warms, my child, autumn to spring.
Feel blessed, and never be such an ingrate,
O pompous wretch, proud to get put-on cheers,
Is this what ye teach to life you create?
For years in right place, go thank all your peers.
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Sonnet | 01.11.2007, revised Jan 2024|
Poet’s note: An odd sonnet which starts with a sestet, followed by an octave. Smug atop the pyramid of life, Earth once felt proud of having created intelligent life. The sun then chided her and advised her to set a good example to her brood, the so-called intelligent life out to destroy her. Beware, as this sonnet says to earth: Grey shall turn thy Green Pride.
What just happened yesterday
Must have been dreaming I guess
Met a beautiful stunning young lady
Left me in a helluva mess
Always thought I was in total control
But she knocked me back on my ass
Drooling from my gaping mouth
A totally out-of-control mess
Can't believe her feminine guile
Don't get me wrong, I ain't complaining
This is what love's all about
It belts you hard on the side of the head
Always prided myself in keeping cool
But exceptions still do happen
If you'd asked me a couple of days ago
Can't imagine it slackening
Just goes to show you my dear friends
No one's immune to the love bug
You could be as old as a hundred and six
Still affects you like a drug
What just happened yesterday
Must have been dreaming I guess
Met a beautiful stunning young lady
Left me in a helluva mess
Always thought I was in total control
But she knocked me back on my ass
Drooling from my gaping mouth
A totally out-of-control mess
Can't believe her feminine guile
Don't get me wrong, I ain't complaining
This is what love's all about
It belts you hard on the side of the head
Always prided myself in keeping cool
But exceptions still do happen
If you'd asked me a couple of days ago
Can't imagine it slackening
Just goes to show you my dear friends
No one's immune to the love bug
You could be as old as a hundred and six
Can still affect you like a drug
Such a nasty salt
He prided himself with pain
It was always yours
Crisda Rodriguez
My fleet of cars included high end wheels
Now I drive them not.
Helped by someone to wheel me around
Driving is now forgot.
Wardrobe full of designer wears
Valuables in my vault,
Now, I'm wrapped in a piece of cloth
Nurses attend my call.
Money, plenty stored in banks; earned
Through few working years,
With laughter, work, fun and toil
No tissue for my tears.
House is a mansion adorned with art
Crystals from round the globe,
Left behind for this single room
With a bed and hospital robe.
Salon, I frequented; makeover my hair
Prided its delicate touch,
Time has changed, my head's now bald
Not a style I loved so much.
From five star to five star, I'd move my days
To dine or celebrate,
Now, I'm moved from bed to lab
Back again to isolate.
Private jets with ease I flew
From place of work to home,
Then a holiday on a cruise enjoy
But now I frequent the dome.
Nothing matters: no not wealth, delight,
Good times, pomp and fame,
I never bend, but I had to,
Her to understand I had to.
Revoking my life’s firm resolve,
Spoil a pushy friend I had to.
She came as if from nowhere-land,
My all to her lend I had to.
I always had walked my own ways,
Go the way cats wend, I had to.
I could stand no cats in my life,
But seeing her mend I had to.
I often find her in the wrong,
Yet, to defend her I had to.
I prided me as my own man,
Bend to her command I had to.
_____________________
Ghazal |25.01.2023| cat, humour, she, wife
Poet’s note: When a pussy cat became a pushy pat in my house…. But wait, a pussy cat or a pushy girl or wife in one’s life, it makes little difference and matters little for this tongue-in-cheek ghazal.
Been in love with love all my life
A sloppy old geezer for sure
No choice in the matter, it's how I roll
It appears there's no known cure
If there was, I wouldn't want it anyway
Like a pill at the local drug store
I'm in love with love, have always been
The emotion I totally adore
Some folks I've met know what I'm saying
We've travelled the same bumpy road
So rewarding but when that ONE comes along
Your life literally starts to glow
Guess you could call me a sloppy old geezer
I'm actually proud of the name
Always prided myself as a loving individual
That's sure not about to change
Through the old rusty gate, got into the courtyard.
Laid my hand on the metal door handle,
And twisting it, it opened wide showing the dark inside
With a mouldy smell entering my nostrils
The rooms were dusty, full of cracks and fissures
With cobwebs hanging from the rafters
Photos of ancestors were hung on the walls
‘Lions’ that lost their teeth who prided over their ancestry
A house long abandoned and its inmates scattered
A symbol of dissension and discord
A house that neither was a home nor a haven
Lacking in the spirit of unity, each at daggers drawn
Rebuke and displeasure, squabbles and mean talk,
Destroyed the quiet and peace of its inmates
Dreading each wave and swell that came one by one
The members of the family drifted over turbulent currents
Slowly it got disintegrated, now lies in total wreck
Holding dark secrets hidden in its dingy attic
Not a soul now sets foot in this ravaged compound
With a desiccated homestead from which love has long fled
June.24.2022
~Placed Second~
In Five Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Chosen Subject: The Old Rusty Gate
There once was a froggy named Dan
prided himself how fast he ran
he hopped into view
croaked in the stew
his legs were a flash in the pan.
Kings had fine feasts with rare foods from afar.
I can drive to restaurants serving cuisines of all kinds.
Kings prided themselves on fast and strong horses.
My truck is much faster and is hundreds of times stronger.
Kings boasted of jesters and musicians.
I have YouTube.
Kings called upon scholars for answers.
I have Wikipedia.
Kings went on pilgrimages to far away lands risking their lives against diseases, disasters, and war.
I can fly almost anywhere in less than 24 hours.
Kings could bathe or purchase expensive perfumes.
I have a shower, deodorant, and shampoo.
Kings had to wage wars, build castles, lead armies.
I have to pay rent.
Kings had to fear assassins and usurpers.
I'm one of millions.
Kings had little defense against diseases.
I have modern medicine.
So, no, I don't live like a king - I live better.
14 February 2022
I never read it,
the way it was written
I never wrote it,
the way it should read
The lines connected,
were for me to be broken
A lesson once ending,
is where I began
I spoke out of time,
out of place…out of line
I wrote what I saw,
once the future was gone
I prided myself,
in a vision self nurtured
Asking permission for nothing
—and forgiveness for less
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February,2017)
With Age
Came Experience, Knowledge,
And Pain
6-7-2016
I’ve prided myself on my high tolerance for pain,
And at stages of life it’s became more abundant.
While I ponder the old saying “no pain no gain”,
It seems each year it’s became more redundant;
Some days “to man up” just seems quite insane,
Because this nettlesome pain I’d immensely eschew.
My accomplishments today I consider mundane,
Inducing me to ascertain what’s an old man to do?
With every war man has waged,
the countless banners he displays.
You cannot kill mankind's will,
his bombs, bullets, or blades.
It's his will to die seeing his prided flags wave,
fear not the sorrow his death may bring.
All the dead men's colors,
live to fight and see another day.
Descendent banners gladly raise,
and his kin like fools still cling,
to that which must, and will fade away.
Come, lay thy kisses on my body
A sacred tribute be thy sweat
Exalt my each and every chord
Oh spike, deep thrusted in my being
Will be my torment but a hoist
Oh, sweetened poison without cure
You kneel me inescapably
Slave-made from cold and prided king
I search for you without a speck of judgement
Ferocious hidden hunger is desire
I burn, just feeling lacking thoughts
You abet me and still remain apart
And in my blinded thirst you have no face
See just the us that could've been
Am left with crying bleeded heart
Lorn bleakly by the like's dearth
My prayer goes for complete oblivion
Will wash away thy smell and haunt
No fire burns in touch deprived flesh
Come, wait thus for our spell to end.
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