I was sitting in sub-zero temperatures in the Northern Arctic
As one does when you're a Swedish spy
Caught between conflicting ethical codes...
Stuck in my tent I stumbled upon a poem
Pondering the experience of Hot British Tea.
The poem was long and decorous with adjectives.
My lips were stuck and frosted together in parts
As I murmured along with teeth chattering
With the rhythm of an African cheetah.
Though the words buttered into my soul.
"Steep," "simmering," "piping," and "warming"
Warmed my innards and radiated outward,
The imagination muscling forth the reality.
"SNIP!"
"SNIP!"
"SNIP!"
Crikey. Long-ranged silencers. I've been found.
(Hungarians.)
"SNIP!"
"SNIP!"
The days were great..We ranged around cared for by good humans on our edgewood ground, a mighty flock our ages did range..Up to forty years; indeed some gained.' Our nights were restfull, we passed each test..' ancient bloodline and
Of the best.' Then strangers came observing ing cold.' Then many more trucks
And cars untold, we were seperated from
The humans who cared, herded un-feelingly to where straw walls were.' Until
In the dark one night loud bangs.!!! Flames against the black, and with burning pain; we ran into the walls, laid low in vain
We smelled of death, those who survived all night
In agony, bloodstained' then came the last sunrise.' The
Bad humans walked in with sticks that spat
Again that fire..We lay helpless targets as
They slaked their desires, yet the pain is gone now we are with our Creator.' Away
Are the tall hat ones..yet fate is the endless trail they must ever walk, these are the bad of humanity.' At no evil will they baulk.'
The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched - they must be felt with the heart." Hellen Keller
Snow-tipped mountains ranged around the prairie,
Small rivulets wavered down the steep sides,
Spreading nutriments, flourishing flowers.
Bright red poppies, and yellow celandines
Swayed all around, as a balmy breeze blew.
Aiding agile grey geese gracefully glide.
Above the shade of a cluster of oaks.
A few old men tended a flock of sheep,
Most chewed unleavened bread, nibbling on cheese.
Till to a tavern they'd go, to drink beer.
Placed 1
A winsome weave, simple and real,
Warp and weft; a tight twill,
A weaverbird’s nest, strong and snug,
With soft crossways and tumphy tug.
Subtle cozy patterns, seldom revealed,
Cynical twists like waves unsealed,
The mirror of peafowl’s courtship field.
Matchless display by the peacock,
Dance elevated by love, rattle of feathers in rhythmic clock,
Enticing and dazing the hens, with a silent poise,
All while rivals raise their voice.
Waking incredible train rattle, a sharper dance,
Initial plumage grandeur, a healthier glance,
Peahens’ basics caught in a stance.
Beautifully woven, a rhythmic tapestry,
Wales ranged in a rolling plain spree,
Richly captivating...lines of love,
Crowned with bliss by the brave thereof.
“Your thoughts are the architects of your destiny.” ? David O. McKay
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Architect of Our Destiny
As we tread along the journey of life
All may not turn round as we may expect,
It may be a long lane littered with strife,
A rugged road ranged with thorns, in effect
Where we need to strive and strive to survive.
We don’t need to give way to dull despair
But try to be master of our own fate,
We don`t need to yield to the ghost of scare
But roll up our sleeves to free success gate
And be architect of our destiny
With the shine of sincere serenity.
Ground zero?? Zero tolerance?? Carbon zero??
Zero vision?? A catchisam of the green-religion??
You don't need a passport.!! Not if you've been
Max-xed.! To stay in your country, district, flat!!
Or to enter.!! From wherever! Oh so strange?? In fact
On observation this seems most de-ranged.!!
Yet maybe however?? its just ( my theory? ) and
We will be assured upon a (building back better)
With a whole new history?)
The dancers ranged from tiny tots
In tutus meant for twirls
To those performing hip hop moves
Designed for older girls.
There also were performances
In modern dance and jazz,
With everybody showing off
Their talent and pizzazz.
We watched the whole two hour show
And clapped for each routine,
But saved our cheering for the times
Our granddaughter was seen.
She nailed her hip hop attitude,
Her ponytail a’sway
And sparkled in the jazz part,
Smiles and sequins on display.
How special to experience
A showing that reveals
All the pride in an accomplishment
And joy a grandchild feels.
Midst those the second viewed heaven;
Blue based white clouds drifting floating;
Pageantry of coral blues hues;
Greenery trees stance tall seven;
Waves of curling flows waves boating;
Early morning viewing grounds dew;
Those breeze pushes waters session;
Toward my mind heart eyes coding;
So esthetic blue, whites, green view;
Rushing to me stream waves weapon;
Eye gate viewed scene brilliant growing’
Mountain ranged background hangs down dew;
Picturesque, flowing painted earth;
Sculpturesque, landscaped visage worth;
6/24/23
Trilonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Picture #2.
Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 0 8 8
Total # Syllables: 112
Total # Lines: 18 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 76
The Physical qualities of the song ranged
from perfect to exceptional.
Two Mezzo- Soprano's chored to
perform at song made for a tenor.
thy were a Phenomal couple
singing a song
about two lovers who were never
to speak of there love.A Hero To her
lonilness is a Champion of her love. The female character spoke of
her love of a man who wished never to marry: but fell in love
and he and she debated ever becoming married
due to pople who might not come around them if they endeavored in a maritail togethernes.
The song features points of devotion: points of fear: it puts an emphisises on togetherness: but details
the labors of continuing to be together.
Lovers who fear the future
might look to this song and find reason to stay together or part..
When the Baritone and Tenor take stage the song changes it's rhythmn.
the story is same bt the sound shift's to a grueling grind. a slow romping soothing sound.
A bass and tenor than performs while a mezzo soprano provides a background with anwsers to the Malo charcters questions.
When the Bass ask's her to marry the men combine
in a chorus to spak with one voice.
Perfection to sync the perfect sound!
Bravo! Music Bravo!
Change the walnuts to pecan and add some
white chocalate to the cream and
put some cumin in the feta spinach mix.
lower the temputure and brown the
top nd allow it to rest
and get a reading on the thermomator.
to 165 farneheight.
invent an automatic gauge that
scans and reads food.
it can be operated from diferent areas of the
kitchen. the chefs station. the cooks station
he excutive chefs station and the bosses offices.
This could improve the atmoshere in the kitchen.
and lessen the overbaring burden on those
who are ranged from novice to expert.
"The Per Dein Scale"
Pro Chore Professionals!
The best in there feild! Making professional grade
look easy!
If lawyers get de-barred and clergymen de-frocked
Does it naturally follow and make sense
That electricians are de-lighted and cowboys de-ranged?
Need some answers, no sitting on the fence!
Can a motorist be de-fined, or a balloon be de-flated
This silliness surely must stop
Do dead mailmen de-liver, are old ships de-ported
Better stop before I call a burly cop
Do musicians get de-noted, dry cleaners de-pressed?
Now hold on, I'm getting quite upset
Can models be de-posed, do tree surgeons de-bark?
Haven't heard any answers as yet
Do skirts get de-pleted, has your hair been de-parted?
This must be some kind of a plot
Artists quit by de-sign, symphonies de-compose?
I think about de-strings a lot!
Did I ever mention
the time I saw sunrise
down on the beach.
We had not gone home
after our first date:
Instead, holding hands wandering
we walked nearby cliffs.
Silence was profound,
all was peaceful, and
midnight was beyond perfection.
Small pinpoints of light,
from a swathe of stars
created a magical moment.
For hours conversation
ranged back and forth,
all secrets revealed.
Dawn approached, we grew restless
walking slowly down to the beach.
Again I remember silence,
enhanced by rippling waves.
Also, a strange luminescence
bathed the ocean, reflection
of receding starlight.
Together we became aware of the
momentous miracle of sunrise.
The horizon slowly revealed itself
displaying extraordinary pallet of colour.
We witnessed a glorious light show,
golden fire streaking across vision.
This moment is a precious memory.
The miracle of sunrise continues,
perhaps unseen, but ever beautiful.
That special dawn rising,
to my way of thinking, so many years ago
had a magic that was singular.
Pixabay image: Pixel2013
HIDDEN GIFTS
So long we live within confines self made
In patterns of our lives that seem unchanged
For safety of familiar curbs we trade
Our power where ‘cross parlous world we’d ranged
Why hazard chance of failure should we try
And risk humiliation when we fold
And crumble in embarrassment thereby
Then in our shame resolve: no more be bold!
Yet life pitches from time to time a blow
That gives us choices we would soon deny *
Yet when we dare dominion of the throw
We find a hidden gift we now can ply
Beware when others tell us to take care
The caution we adopt may be a snare
* I use the word ‘soon’ here with the meaning of preference
I just opened
my history book
cause i thought
to have a look.
How to face
such a boring day
have a mood
to go and play.
loosing my patience
and now can't wait
just counting the time
to open school gate.
Lectures are boring
and so the boring time
i just want
a funful rhyme.
Peeping out of the window
looking at the ground
it took away my heart
the lovely nature sound.
A little bird staring me
up the neem tree
as if she also know
i want to roam free.
suddenly something hits me
up on my chin
i get to know that
it's something very thin.
My teacher hits me
and ask me to stand
she ask me to show
my little pretty hand.
She came near me
holding a fearful stick
i shivered thinking that
my be her mind had got sick.
When no option left
i showed her my hand
my heart beating faster
as if i came to an end.
My eyes filled with fear
when i saw the stick hanged
and guess what happend next
"THE SCHOOL BELL"ranged.
Blooming as fresh as colors
blossomed beyond measure
richly soiled planted amongst others
deeply passions abroad
everlasting spreading wide-ranged
creations as a beautiful rose
the colors everlasting as sun shines upon
varieties above, planted in love
one of kind, apart from others
connected with passions of flowers
deeply rooted, as the winds now blow
precious, protected.
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