A symphony in two part sound:
the fiddler and the frog
played echo in the fog,
a lovely analog.
Crescendoing as they redound,
with none to inhibit
the bow or the ribbit,
they simply ad-lib it.
Then, absent of all jealousies,
acknowledging their need,
they oft exchange the lead,
and neither does impede.
Across the water melodies:
the fiddler on her strings,
the frog, the baseline brings;
delight is given wings.
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for The Fiddler and the Frog Poetry Contest
sponsored by Craig Cornish
a Paulo Comitatu: 8:6:6:6 with abbb, accc, etc.
written on 1/22/23
I don't know whether
ignorance can grow
but wisdom can
for many years
it has been
to the credit of facts
and redound to
longer experiences
even common experience
is not an exception
then why not is it ...
Rome was not built a day
nor this smoke rising
to be completed today
even though the state
is curious and cunning
oh! love still needs time
and years to intermingle
through.
Beneath my mind the demon danced,
He reaps away my brain
With awkward sounds and sights untrue
Not of the homely grain.
It's party dim tonight I think ,
But things are moving all,
I clearly see his evil spree,
While from the cliff I fall.
For long I fall, yet I reached not,
The lowly plain recedes,
Headlong I veer, it makes me steer
Down to a small crevice.
What will retrieve my dislodged frame?
Those whom I knew have left,
From somewhere sprang a sudden bang
Reminds me I'm bereft.
The clamour of a tavern reached
My ears, I stand upright,
What thing just screeched, I was bewitched
By that carousing sight.
I cannot hear the people speak,
The gestures block my eyes,
A humming sound does well redound
To tell the same, same lies.
I move my limbs, yet they refuse,
Who stole the old, old bliss?
Fixed and numb I stayed alone,
The voices went amiss.
Loathing the mazy, the lazy look around
To spot the shortest of all paths to be found
For the indolence that in him does redound
The lazy man with novelty does abound
Greatly
infinite...
...unlimited
freely granted to me...
God's grace*!
*2Corinthians 4:15 For all things are for your sakes, that the abundant grace might through the thanksgiving of many redound to the glory of God.
March 30, 2019
The baseball glove I never wore
Is kept within this box
With a first place ribbon partly torn
From the medal at the top...
And a letter mom asked me to mail
That had begged you to come home
But I kept it so her fairytale
Would just die if left alone...
As I slowly wiped the tears away
That fell from both her eyes
I'd hush her lips when she would say
She missed you and your lies...
In rebelliousness I'd turn away
As my friends play with their dad
Glancing back at me with such dismay
That I'd want just what they had...
But your absence made the man in me
Eventually grow to fill the space
Of my friend and father absentee
With diplomas in its place...
But the one thing that you cant redound
Just imagine if you can
Is growing up without a man around
So you know just where we stand...
Terry
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Into the snow white castle only tepid feet bound
Head mirror of quilted bed reflects a glimmering compound
Satin blanket spreads over each frozen mound
A blinding glare from the silted bed doth rebound
With each heavy step mist arises from fluffed goose down
Arching o'er head a crystalline canopy doth crown
The hooded frames as glowing sentinels ballast ground
The woody rails in their icy coat of arms surround
As tempest blows, crackling arms in groaning chorus resound
From portholes beaming, frozen pellets wayfarers confound
Alighting from pillowy perches, Red-shouldered hawks with wings unwound
Strafe the bystanders; with their prickly dander doth hound
A fibrous parapet of occluded, twining roots shields ground
Each truant sole straying from the beaten path will impound
Buried stumps as pulpy landmines on periphery abound
The errant, plodding heel with shocking pain to redound
Pace must quicken in the late afternoon stound
Dusk's chilling tides o'er snowy copse leaves laggards spellbound
As the last rays of light funnel into
the background
Enchanting visions of woodland nymphs mind's eye doth astound
Balmy summer air to southern climes doth repair
On horizon, blue azure panels shaded with smoky tincture
Silky, white fondue relpaced by pallid, silver hue
Fondling, summer breezes; gripping, autumnal wind freezes
Cooling waves react with fertile leaves; amber gown doth
retract
Nutrient-rich chlorophyll doth spill and sugary saps rill
Anon, doth ween a bright, colorful sheen
Golden crescents and cherry strobes with lobes iridescent
Rounded discs on Global Willow in creamy glaze mellow
Spiny-toothed, Red Oak leaves flossed with reddish-
green gloss
Sugar Maple stars bathed in a bright pumpkin lathe
Ovular Blue Beech blades are brushed with a brackish rust
Veins of Aspen heart umbrella bleed bright yellow
Pentagram lobes of Sweet Gum gilded with purple robes
After scintillating charade, garnished blades began to
fade
Leaves' life-giving juices the stout bough refuses
Nutritious store salvaging trunk doth score
The regal, shimmering gown now shriveling crown
A duller shade of brown on the crumpled folds redound
Last gasp, its withering anchor doth cast
Descending from mercurial splendor to mother natures
blender
August 21, 2012
The bard had just penned a ballad profound
and stroking his beard, this clumsy word-hound
just spilled his last beer on pages unbound.
A marvelous monorhyme sits uncrowned.
Deluged under streams of thoughts that still hound,
I venture to guess the piece has just drowned
from rainclouds of doubt with thunderous sound
from faraway lightning seeking a ground,
Now mopping up foam, he waits to impound
damp shadowy reservoirs which redound
to poetic skill reserved and renowned,
concealed in debris, its burial mound.
Like nebulous chords which cannot be found
his poem is lost with drinks he just downed.
Can there be a way to use ultrasound
to track fickle brainstorms flitting around?
written April 5, 2012, revised August 17, 2021
Contest: Your Best Monorhyme, Host: William Kekaula
A mellowing stream bleaches amber gown
Producing a triage of yellow, orange and brown
Fall's residual wave with pageantry redound
A plumed cloak doth stunted foliage crown
A vigil of decadence and decay doth abound
A fleeting shadow kisses the barren ground
Autumn's winds summarily the gallant parade doth confound
Deciduous wreath dismantles and trickles down
A glistening ensemble with hushed tones doth resound
A temporal garnish covers each, sodden mound
Anon, elements leaching crescent lobes mercurial splendor doth impound
An attractive face through the restive crowd did bound
A fleeting, distant glance my truant eyes found
A passing smile that mirth and pageantry did redound
A serenating voice that echoed a blissful sound
A radiant glow that her shrouded beauty did surround
A burnished gloss that blossomed into the foreground
A tentative gesture; all my apprehensions receded into the background
A cocked head expressed a mystique so profound
An arched eyebrow did my insecurities disbound
A tantalizing, teasing finger through her hair my interest did compound
A puckering of her sensuous lips did my pattering pulse pound
A swanky bend of her knees advertised her sleek, polished legs leaving me spellbound
A swivel of her shapely hips did my remaining, libidinous core impound
The pitter patter of a doleful rain doth resound
Satiatiating solace and inner peace are drowned
Guttural drips seep into my porous, emotive ground
Brackish hope drains through my bleached mound
Saturated soul shutters as the eroding waves continually pound
For jaundiced psche no awning can be found
Sorrowful torrents spin my head round and round
Moldy dreams my mildewing conscience doth surround
A dry, sheltered haven for my sanity cannot found
Streams of misery o'er my breeched levee bound
Tides of foam from my frothy mouth redound
Thunderous tremors my nerves hound
Lightening flashbacks my wits astound
Cold winds of oppression my woe doth compound
Reams of recycled heartaches wash up all around
The gurgling bilge my remaining light doth impound
A frothy mist shrouds the ground
A cool breeze drifts all around
A frosty chill doth surround
Solar rays no longer resound.
A plethora of colored foliage aboveground
A web of tangled, rotting roots underground
Chelones, Mums, and Golden Rod abound
In gardens bright, colored gourds propound.
Ragweed pollens and mushroom spores confound
Leaves metastasizing with brighter hues redound
Stealthy Evergreens emerge into the foreground
Maple taps their sweet syrup doth expound.
Migrating birds skirting cooler air are southbound
Doting Wasp Queens from dying nest bound
Honey bees cradle in warm, colony compound
Squirrels Summer store will carefully impound.
The spring anthem doth now sound
Helpless eggs lie all around
Encased larva still tightly bound
Brooding mothers redound
Ingenious caretakers cover nest and mound
Ravenous predators scour tree and ground
Doting Queens have nests tightly wound
Succoring honey begins to compound
Aging pupa entombed all around
Nubile creatures more nutrition impound
Docile minions escape their waxy mound
Tracking nectar wherever flowers abound
Hovering matrons incubate above ground
Enervating heat the eggs must surround
Brimming yoke with new features expound
Emerging embryo can now be found
Emboldened chick with beak doth pound
Suddenly from cracked shell does new life resound.
So, What is real?
In a life of mystery in an ongoing wheel.
So, What is real?
When the value no longer appeal
So, What is matters?
When no one cares to feel.
When you start to look around;
Seek for anything that would sound.
Open your eyes and see what on the ground.
Look so close and take quickly what was found;
Keep it in a place where people would share it as you expound
The truth of real life; say it aloud for anyone likes to redound
Looking forward to better future and ever crowned.
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