We were all told that this day was coming,
when we'd no longer hear the bees a-humming,
when we could no longer trust that the fields
would ever again produce their requisite yields.
But who had expected it to be this soon
before the promised second coming?
The rivers reflections are tired
Human kindness is not overflowing
I think its not my day
Overlooking a bonfire
a scarecrow verily applies for attention
A frozen smile keeps away the whiles
Overlooking a belfry
wishes it had tales to tall
as a crow steers eastwards
vistas change, rearrange
as autumnal comes
releasing its requisite quilt
The old can travel and visit
Cool places some think exquisite
For our ebb and flow
Even fools should know
Requisite restroom...where is it?
On this day, I think of those
who gave it all for a cause,
answered the call to duty and service.
I often wonder, what compels one
to make such a profound sacrifice,
how to quantify such bravery.
Those of us, the beneficiaries,
must honor them in remembrance,
our requisite duty to those who have fallen.
We must conduct ourselves in a manner
that honors their sacrifice,
show pride, patriotism and appreciation,
for this, we owe them all!
supply
ample, abundant
issuing, procuring, replenishing
surplus, provision, necessity, upsurge
requesting, expecting, satisfying
desired, requisite
demand
Paula the pangolin polished her scaly skin
Went to the market and traded her mandolin
Told the shopkeeper, “I’ll swap for a mandarin,
Oranges are a bit big for a pangolin.”
The shopkeeper gave her the requisite fruit
And said, “Would you sell me your anteater suit?”
Paula said, “It’s not a suit and I’m ravenous,
Ive got a space in my tummy that’s cavernous.”
The shopkeeper said, “But it’s fruit that you’ve got,
Unless you’re a vegan you eat bugs… a lot!”
Paula said, “You’ve just used citrus as cash,
So don’t you judge me as I do something rash.”
She headed outside and said grace to her God
And stamped on the mandarin, til it was trod
The shopkeeper rushed out in anger fuelled haste,
And shouted, “You could have at least had a taste.
“Just look at the juice as it trickles away,
I now wish that I hadn’t served you today.”
“You’re wasting good food,” was the worst of his rants
Til Paula the pangolin said, “Oh look… ants!”
EARTH AND WATER
We : Earth and Water are twins
Earth ensuing diversity of Nature in plenitude.
Wonderful water welcomes life on Earth.
For life water is requisite to flourish flora and fauna.
Encore ! Water invigorates life on Earth to restore.
Water is amazing asset preserved in landmass and aqua flow.
Earth transforming transcending species on evolution.
Earth is the hospitable habitat : The only Solar Planet.
Lindsey is Olde English for “Linden Tree by the brook”,
A tree universal, celebrated in many cultures being namely,
Doctor Tree, of Health, Feminine Arts, nook,
Of soothing calm, Light, Truth, an amulet tree,
Its deep shade is a knowing look,
Friends see another, marriages be happy,
For Heart shaped leaves do hook!
A Linden was at village centers,
Parks, Hospitals, court hearings,
Lining many noble’s garden shoulders,
Litigant conciliations endearing,
Testimony credible, curing opponent smolders,
Body ailments, “Quarts of Hurts” rearings,
Colds, skin blotches, spasms not enduring!
Volcanoes of bees, honey exquisite,
Perfume fragrance, edible leaves,
Salad makings requisite,
White or yellow tiny petal cleaves,
Linden shade hosts visits,
Motherly care, compassion sheaveings,
Fidelity, fraternity, matrimony, humble wits,
We need more Lindseys less poet leavings,
Lindens increase peace & alertness,
Be a Lert, we need more Lerts!
Buildings and Mind
Houses, mansions and big castles
Statues, monuments, and holy temples
All are built with cemeht and sand
Mixed and erupted on solid land
Once shattered, could be rebuilt
without changing the original requisite
Thoughts and memories of many kind
Made along with time, in human mind
Kindness, affection, love land trust
Never be compromised at any cost
Unlike the lifeless man made buildings
Human minds are delicate seedlings
When once the trust is severely impaired!
Difficult to mend and be repaired
Strikingly: individual ethic odes: the bereft
Tangible anger: mood most sharp: the heft
Some adorn: leaf buds; flowers: the bloom
From fortress: Lilies induce some: spare room
Golden loom: hang like crimson: the hillside
Seed furrow: drives elation pride: drill guide
But Nature: requisite course time: her beauty
Her paleness: bustle apathy; joy: inner sooty
Whence arose: plain fanning faint: her perfume
Unrifled bloom: rich vials scent: wings plume
Genial earth: envy; prized cheeks: hour of birth
Spring arose: hues views splendor: clean mirth
Written: March 31, 2023
A Brian Strand Premiere No 1205 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Kuhlmann is a poem of two phrases interspersed with three related monosyllabic stem- words(nouns, adjectives, etc)with an integral title. The label and form are derived from the baroque poet Qiorinus Kuhlmann's special sonnet form Love-kiss XLI/ Inspired by the poem KUHLMANN the form written by Poet: Brian Strand
Love and trust are two sides of a coin,
Once trust is broken ,
Love does not remain.
Trust leads to permanence,
It promotes deep reliance.
Secrecy kills a relationship,
One should be aware of this.
A relationship is a partnership,
Transparency makes it.
Easy to come into a relationship,
Hard to attain permanent membership.
Unlike a free membership,
We pay the requisite.
If one asks what are these?
Nothing but trust is the only deposit.
Pledge to maintain transparency,
Without any discrepancy,
Then life attains supremacy,
Without any diplomacy.
I can’t just ignore how tight it hugs me
How it caresses through my soul
How it exposes pretence of innocence overhaul
A touch of it sending goose bumps all over me
I can’t hide anymore, from beautified macabre
Coz its radiance reveals my dark silhouette
The mask unmasked, pulled off and shoved off
Am its pushover, adjunct to its whims and in it swept off
I can’t resist how I slide along its gooey surface
Ever since its appearance, smoothening rough edges,
My entire itinerary requisite sufficed
Back and forth am pushed, taking past hooey serious
To extremities that I could dare not imagine were precious
I sloth at time wasted on fingle-fangle,
With tremor and cowardice, had waved off
And wafted away pots upon pots of inviting cosset
But with it, my tour de force is world class and it I covet
The urge to stretch forth, pluck and sink my teeth
In both poisonous and supple, sweetened sour, to pleasure writhe
Lowering my bucket so deep in their pristine cisterns,
To just drink and drink from their forbidden cool rith
And quench my thirst, decade old thirst
As they call my name amid a bene placito!
A brilliant moon casts its mellow glow,
O'er fields covered with glistening snow!
Skeins of geese fly on high silhouetted 'gainst the moon;
The scene is all set for a sleigh ride, so very opportune!
The sleigh has been shed of a years build-up of dust,
And its runners have been waxed, a requisite must!
Dashing Dan was harnessed with jingly bells of course;
For generations he's drawn the sleigh, this gentle and faithful horse!
Mom, Dad and the kids snuggle 'neath quilts warm and snug;
"Giddy up" says Dad and Dan leaps forward with a gentle tug!
They sing 'Jingle Bells' and other Yuletide tunes with joy;
Dad reminisces about sleigh rides with his Grandpa as a boy!
They sip mugs of warm cider and coffee to ward off the chill,
Hailing others with 'Merry Christmas', wishing them goodwill!
Arriving home and after Dan was stabled and the sleigh was stowed,
They sip cocoa nigh the hearth to warm up from the cold!
Precious memories were met this night for future family lore,
As they anticipate next year's moonlight sleigh ride once more.
Entry for Constance La France's "Writing Challenge - Write A Christmas Poem" Contest
25 November 2022
When dawn calls we are torn between bravely walking
In the light and running away from it
The pains of what we thought the previous day splendor
Brought verses the agony that was served fresh to us
The unending streams of tears as a result of our
Weakness and failure to meet what is just requisite
The beams as fresh as they seem calls out to us
Beckons us for an orderly order
The deity we kowtow seeks our vassalage
Reminding us of the heartfelt embassage we have
To pen every day, to justify just being in the light
Its forceful cries ring repeatedly in our ears
To underscore the day granted by leaving behind
Tokens of our sojourn in the priceless present granted
Every hour intently stares back at us, shedding tears
The moment we waste its presence, forcing it in
Eternal evanescence
Or radiates its members, calling unto them to usher us in
Magnanimous future if we walk in step with its ticking clock
Congruent to its admonition
In stride with its pace
And at peace with its canon
She was yer postcard type of witch
Long black cloak and red striped hose
Pointy hat and straggly raggly hair
Even wart of requisite size on nose
Miaowly cat of evil demeanour
Balanced there on her broom
With a certain air of sang froid
As she steered around the room
But eye of toad and tongue of newt
Plus any spell known just couldn’t right
That she couldn’t fly by the moon
Cos she was so afeared of heights
She never made the witches ball
Never danced the Evil Tango
If one just can’t ride one’s broomstick
There’s no way known that one can go
So she sits at home in misery
Frantically searching for a spell
A charm a potion or incantation
To solve her perfectly dreadful hell
Oh she can curse with the best of ‘em
Cure warts and other various ills
But how can a witch be credible
When she’s always having spills
How can a witch have pride
When she can’t leave her room
To attend her monthly local coven
Cos she keeps falling off her broom
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