Education is her business;
Here, she needs no helper witness,
In all her classrooms Time Table,
In dormitory Dining Table…
Has now dumped chalk for Board Marker-
School has to be a pace-maker,
Where ‘Behavior becomes “Conduct”
Reader of Reports guess “Product”
Says both Scholarship and Moral:
Science clubs, Debate and Choral,
Strongly linked with Nation’s Future,
From schools shown Tomorrow’s Picture,
Clings to Reward and Punishment:
For child’s scoring: The Rudiment…
Where Exams are quite important
While papers are exorbitant
Things in life schools regulate,
Who’d been groomed should voice modulate...
Folks are saying “It should be free”
But funding comes not from a tree…
The termination, the conclusion,
the tail end of the year.
Strong resolution, dermier decision,
to walk on without any fear.
December, make it a moment to remember,
the month of joy, the month to rejoice.
Whether to have fun or shed tears for the loss,
That's wholly our own choice.
Gladness of Christmas, pleasure of winters.
Celebration, for all that you have done.
Gifts, embellishing, vacations are annexed,
To let the fortune of the year ahead come.
What a real beauty! Red, black, blue.
The colours of the month are added to it.
It perfectly does it's duty,
all that was commenced, are concluded indeed.
The month succeeds, with a better hope.
The hope of growth, the hope of advancement.
Like a caboose, it serves the rest,
We promise ourselves, for the self enhancement.
The last yet the best month.
It's like a rain after a sunny day.
It graiths us for the next level,
the rudiment of the play.
From the beginning of man’s life
Like other creatures he survives
Breathing air and drinking water
Freely available aplenty in Nature
It was the business world helped by the rulers
Which stopped free supply, bottled the water
Selling it against payment
Refusing man Nature’s gift rudiment.
From the beginning of market and commerce
Man buys things and carries them in their bags
Suddenly appeared like locust the plastic carry bags
Boxes, bottles and packs flooding the earth
Thrown into gutters after use sans worth.
Things made of plastic thrown after use
Float in the air, move through the sky making all ruse
Chocking the drains, canals, rivers
Killing millions of fishes, other denizens of waters
Killing unfed cattle, dogs, pigs and birds.
All plastic packs, bottles and such things must be banned
To save living beings from situations damned.
Dead are the pure days, when colour wasn’t the issue
When food and culture, before the moral punctures
Before came predators to hunt, and scavenging vultures
To make a rudiment of, our own footpaths by tortures
Dead are the pure days, when bitter blue gum was sweet
When the pocornized maize, and sleepover meals served
When dressed potato sweet, and friendly liquor was neat
Before the rudiment of, our own walkways by torture
Dead are the pure days, when our affordable league
Meant to laugh and smile, and not betting EPL to cry
As we hit nylon paper balls, and chuckled under the fig
Before the rudiments of, our own pathways by torture
Dead are the pure days, when on the swaying ropes
We took flights without, necessary tickets in thickets
As they pushed to swing, the rope we giggled
Before the rudiments of, our own alleys by torture
Time to think time to resurrect, the dead fortunate
With bitter long term experience, breathe life in nostrils
Let the past speak to us, let the light beat the darkness
For the rudiments of, our culture mimic extinction
You've fought bravely
Eclipsing your fear and obstacles
Useful hours quietly given to knowledge
Soar above today's greatness for there's miles to go
Be an exemplary leader
The shimmering light on your path a guidance
The brilliance in your thought a beam of light
This is the journey of effulgence
This day was an ultimate goal
Look ahead and dream possibilities
Seize a future that life holds
For today is the rudiment to unleash your abilities
Congratulations on your first step
A beginning of gusto
Surely a lux on your path forever
They've light your torch
Go and be a solution in tenebris
An Accomplishment
Put forth effort and away time went
What I did was an accomplishment
Writing poems until fingers were worn
Between next one to write I was torn.
In my case, what would you want to do
Set an excellent example for all of you
Or even come up with a new poetic style
That any others would beat by a mile.
Must begin with basics and each rudiment
Proceed to pray and ask God for another hint
That He happened to have laying around
Which made my mind become spellbound.
While around all of you will have to wait
Maybe I might be able to muchly motivate
You to write a poem having a great desire
God gave me this privilege others to inspire.
Take everything kindly that I have said
And each time when you will go to bed
Be sure to pray to God who is supreme
Do put one more poem in my next dream.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
What are you to me?
I am en kindle earth.
You are abysmal sky.
I feel your shadow.
You enjoy my fragrance.
I face your anger thunderbolt.
you drench my thirst.
I adore you.
I endear you.
I respire of you.
You're rudiment of me.
I can never stretch to you.
You can never stoop down to me.
What are you to me?
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I Love you, I love you with all my might,
So much I think I shall perish with the force
The rain reminds me of those endless games under the sun,
A ***** paradox; but the stance is one.
My heart, a ship, a carved cavern now,
Your winds, your sails, mutate me how.
The universe quivers under the pressure I presume,
as you are yet to poison from the golden loom.
But sight had escaped me quite in rudiment, it had
The only light allowed was your selfless to my bad.
The heat, it still knocks me on all my pawny fours
I know it’s still dew and dusk will bring back the force.
With brisk - north - wind; lakeside trees yield
along flowered banks and open green field.
Where mountains shed their waters down
and from harsh elements they shield.
Crisp- cold- water flows soft with wind
sudden breeze dips, reflections bend.
Placid depiction that dreams only view
for this moment, mind does transcend.
Shanties sprawl along mountain base
nestled among evergreen that encase.
Splendor with nature; all its rudiment
God did so artistically face.
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Third Place Winner ~ "Any 2011 Poem" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Jan. 2, 2012
Second Place Winner ~ "Use Rubaiyat Form" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Freeman
May 13, 2011
Scenes flicker as memories refresh
in the winds pathway of serenity, nature’s rudiment of music
reality stands still as time proceeds
in a network template of silence where musical rhythms are born
memories connect, thoughts reassemble, moments rearrange
reverse, rewind there
moments that gave memories , remember
capture the moment, still
bright moments disperse
lights fluctuate in an attempt to contend
dreams unveil
inspirations discern
while floating in this Iceland beach of eternity’s hue
never a bore even in the blur
gliding caressing its surface with my emotions
divulging feelings, thoughts and desires gradually succumb
I drift, soar, fly, while lost in this visionary trance
capture the moment, still
as time proceeds
in an attempt to define
what was lost
my destination’s rebirth is reborn .............