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Southern Rata Splendour

Southern Rata (is a stunning Kiwi Tree)



Red or scarlet harlots instead...a bucolic frolic..

Tranches spread as if bulbous branches have gorgeously bled..

Overpowering flowering towers glimmer…fanciful fairytale shimmers showering...

Such vim...swim on a whim..sprouting on an outing from their pouting wooden limb....

A delight..refining..shining bright.. defining.. these bizarrely beautifully gnarly trees...

Crimson collage..insisting snarling tendril darlings..timber tentacles twisting…a magical mirage....

Marooned yet cocooned in a festooned lagoon...wouldn't barter anything…

To swoon at the miracle..spectacular boon of Southern Rata ...

War

Rata -tatatat, rata -tatatat, rata -tatatat
the sounds pierce the cold laboring day air.

Around corners and up stairs  they come.
Rata -tatatat, rata -tatatat, rata -tatatat
bullets pierce splintering wood,
and shattering glass, turning the snow red,
as bodies fall.
Off with their heads with a wood ax; 
accurate with every shot, a sniper's success.

5/13/2022

With Your Idle Chatter

With your idle chatter
You’ve awoken a matter
That could a family scatter…

With your idle chatter,
A warring metal’s clatter
Dared to a unity batter…

Satan pays pro rata
For wrought mischief and idle chatter,
At times tipping the latter:
Let me see you become fatter
With your satanic idle chatter!

We Look Like Weasels

We look like weasels
But we are related to cats
Let’s do the mongoose cha cha and shake our fats!
Rata Tat Tat, Rata Tat Tat!

We like our meat
But will also eat insects and plants
We bring up our kits together
in a colony where we’ll be eating ants.

Fat Cat Pat

rat a tat rata tat a tat 
there was a fat cat named pat
who fell asleep on a mat
woke up to tat a tat tat 
or a sound something like that
found out it was made by a rat
that’s why the tune was flat
cause a rat can’t meow like a cat
rat a tat rat a tat tat 

01/17/2021
Written for contest Tongue Twister Challange
Sponsor Joe Sandler

Rata Tat Tat

Rata Tat Tat

Write, write, write, tap, tap, tap,
goes these buttons when I type.

If it wasn't for Grammarly's site,
these words would be a frights delight.

Tap, tap, tap, of these things, 
I would like to say.

Rata tat, tat, was a sound that I heard.

Should I think of this being wrong to write,
or was it just a word that I typed?

It's not like me to write,
poetic's into song, should I be right?

Write, write, write,
or was it that, 
I come out being strong in word-play?

Should I wonder what my audience thinks,
did I write this being so wrong to write?

Pain

Did you ever feel pain
makes you think you’re insane it’s like a corkscrew turning slowly at first
a machine gun burst rata ta tat straight up the back
Oh they say it’s a disc or some trapped nerve, 
every diagnostic word, 
but to me the pain gets worse.
It wears you down, 
kills your soul
You crawl within your shell saying ing hell, 
swig on a bottle of booze trying to forget, 
but the pain is like a leach 
it sucks away your will
Oh time for a pill
You shout and curse
Thinking of younger days, 
brain was smart switched on, 
Now the machine gun rage, 
this pain is insane. 
Can one ever be the same? 
I truly don’t know.
Here come is the doctor with his question the same. 
How are you today, Luke ? 
I just mutter in pain

Ke Kgathaditswe Ke Lerato

Ke kgathaditswe Ke lerato. 
Ke mehwabadi ya lerato, 
Ke lla dikeledi tsa madi a mafubedu. 
Pelo yaka e marantharantha.
Kannete lerato le nsotlile.

Ke apere mabitso, Ke jere ditlhapa. 
Ke bitswa sefebe, Ke Pere
kannete Ke semaumau ka baka la lerato.

Kene Ke rata Ke nahana Kea ratwa. 
Hanthe lerato Lena le kgaitsedi eleng Ditakatso, 
Lerato lenfetotse se sebediswa. 
Empa leka jeno kentse Ke rata.

#TheLivingPoet

The Nightmare Returns

I am the shadow that stalks you in the night,
Being sure to give you a great big fright!

I am the thing that lives beneath your bed,
Giving a rata-tap-tap on your puny little head!

I am the glowing sphere flying here and there,
So you better make sure you be so very aware!

I am the doll sitting at the end of your bed,
So you better go to sleep or you will be dead!

I am you walking in an ice-cold sweat,
Saying "it was just a nightmare, and that I bet!"

A Moment In Time

A glistening cobweb, on an old timber gate

Rainbows reside in each drop of morns dew.

Thin strands of white mist in the sun dissipate 

A scurrying mouse, weaving through the fescue.

  

Black and white offspring of a paradise duck

Fronds of a fern beckon new life in their curl

Bees seeking sweetness into bright blooms do tuck

While a gecko peeks out and departs in a twirl.

  

Rata flowers explode with vibrant red lines

While fantails flush insects with spirited style.

Tangles of foliage making balanced designs

Stopping and watching this instant worthwhile.

  

Gone the hustle and bustle of  rushing around

Enjoying the pleasure of simple wonders to see.

Never invisible these sights that are drowned

Yet infrequently treasured by both you and me.

I Love You

Loving you the way that I do, makes it impossible not miss you,
My heart, my soul, and my mind are connected to you,
Missing you is so intense, that only mediation gives me strength,
As I quiet my mind, I can remember how our flesh was intertwined, and how sexy is your mind,
I held on so tight, because your words gave me life,
As we shared DNA your wisdom blew me away,
As I beheld your melanin, I could feel my strength increase from within,
My heart beats for you like the sacred Bougarabou, 
Ek het jou life
Ek is lief vir jou
Ndzakurhandza
Ke a go rata
My King, I will always love you.

Rata Rats Rats

Rats rats rats
I’m scared of creepy crawly rats
Thay have beedy eyes and a long slivering tail
And the ones around here are as big as cats.

Rats rats rats
There’s countless millions everywhere
Nesting in your knicker draw
And crawling trough your hair

Rats rats rats
I was staggering home pickled from the pub last night
When I saw the whole ground move like a giant carpet
It gave me such a fright
They can crawl from the sewer into your toilet bowl
And bite you on your bum
So always check you haven’t one.

Rats rats rats
Their dirty and have fleas
They breed and multiply so fast
And they say they spread disease
When I'm in my bed at night
i get under the covers
Holding my pillow tight
Just in case one crawls through the window
What a fright..

Rats rats rats
Their intelligent creatures so they say
I’d never hurt a tame one
Just keep them rats away.





peter dome. Copyright.2015.Dec.

Maranao Poem - So Ilano Akn Kiran

~so ilano akn kiran ~

Alamat ko sabaad ,
a dimasusorot a pd ,
na dima paparo a pd ,
na mainot so ndadata ,
na Lbi a katawangko...

Pnto angka i sabap,
a izaw olano akn?
na dadna rata adar,
o abay abayn ka,
ka iropa ago toosan...

Sakn na sakn man ,
a matagkalilid a taw,
na dita labotn tant ,
o pd a taw dika tmbo ...

Ingarangko man ai ,
a matag kasinaloda,
a makambi bida-bida,
a mbaram-barang maana,
isa na Rina-rinaw,
ikapd di khakilid,

Muri na dikhadaway,
na banda ka makapili ,
a tindosnnaw sa isa ,
go pangnal akongka bo.
a sakn- Ditadawayen sa Ranao ...

~ By: dsr Khadaffy D. Mangondato
Maranao Poem Translation:
- My Pseudo for them -

A Horse Life

In a horse life.We can play with a burlap feed
bag, an empty milk jug, or chew on the barn stall
door.Just to kill some time, or to kill some every
day bordom.In a horse life.We get names like
Black Beauty, Flicka, Seabiscuit, or Secretariat.
In a horse life.We do tricks like bowing our heads
down, or placing our shoe upon a pedastool.Picking
up the cowboy hat.While tapping our feet rata-tat-tat.
In a horse life.We like a good block of salt.With lots
of minerals, to lick upon.A wholesome bale of hay.To
start off a brand new day.Or a bucket of grain.To keep
us all healthy, fat, and sane.And a fresh bucket of water, 
to wash it all down.In a horse life.I could be losing a 
horseshoe.While the rider is losing his mind.In a horse
life.We can be a workhorse, a race horse, or a trick pony.
Or maybe a showhorse, or possibly a circus horse.With
out all the phoney baloney.In a horse life.We can run all
day in the open sun, or run the race trak.While the betters
place their wagers.Of course, at the horse racing track
betters window.In a horse life..

A Poem

A poem, a poem, just to write a poem
Without a rhyme or reason
Perhaps to just for the season
Or simply for the sake of many 
That would like to read a poem
It doesn't have to be a long one
Just something with a sound
Yes that's it something with a sound
A boom boom or a rata tat tat
All after the swing of a baseball bat
Or the sound of thunder 
That follows a lightning strike
A poem of sound is what it will be
Made from the mind of me.

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