When I reminded her that the Bible does tell
to love not only yourself, but your neighbor as well,
she said, "But Mister Tabor,
you're not my neighbor,
so, could you just kindly go to hell?"
Every morning and evening, I happen to watch parrots,
A pandemonium always adorns my guava tree;
Each parrot seems unique, having its very quaint merits,
Like angelic souls, they seem in physique and psyche free...!
What a strong jambiya dagger curved bill! Vertical stance!
Green drainpipe pants-clad legs! Clawed zygodactyl stylish feet!
The parrots that visit my tree in green the scene enhance,
In a romantic mood, merrily my guavas they eat...!
Splendidly observing humans, parrots mimic their speech,
So melodious is their Tabor pipe trumpeting song;
Ballet-like they grip, grasp, and at the highest top they reach,
A craft of the master craftsman, they're happy all day long...!
In my melancholic moods, parrots lift my heart and soul,
In gracing the charm of the world, parrots play a great role...!!!
Honesty is our soul
Our work is coking coal
Midst coarse iron foundries
And steel mill boundaries
We live, love, and labor
Sing, dance, and play tabor...!
Though coal dust pollution,
Finds little dilution
We in England's Midlands
Sleep and wake on coal sands
Bobowler, snout, and shark
Are our chatting hallmark
We've no wealth, but good hearts
We excel in fine arts
Ta-ra-a bit we say
To 'see you later...' day
Though life is hard on us
We live it without fuss...!
28 June 2023
Black Country Communion Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
We boarded the soulful train at birth.
We grasp our family will be our vassal.
Both of our parents will starve to death.
No one escorted us toward the gravel.
Our parents will debark from the train later.
Hence we're left alone along this journey.
Sprung people will be joining our tabor.
Family and companions are at life's worry.
Plenty will jump ship, leaving an endless void.
Others vanish so quietly we can't notice.
It'll be a train ride of farewell and fear alloyed
We must maintain a strong host alliance.
We are uncertain of our exit in this mystery.
But should adore, excuse, and utter our aware all.
It's crucial, yet we should abandon our seats empty.
We must improve comely memories for future recall.
Anon! The shadow chilled, mimikri and frosted with domineering dogma.
Thou wast trying escape and melt with thy magna carta.
The shadow was asking thee about crossroad and miniatur epic.
Who always doth fighting versus tyrannical peasant of lingua sacra?
Nay! The shadow given the souls and was sparkling in purgatory, but the light is so poor.
Accepted the unfathomable ferocity,
yearning all the while as patriacal era?
Aberrant behavior is chalked forth to tradition by robbed some of its faith, aroint thee!
Canonized the triumphant for dram of science or saint paramilitia?
Neither of these seems as blurring and ambigu answer.
Why should not members of the holy
suffering paranoia?
The shadow already blended patriach rebels, prithee!
His eyes twinkled criptically as luminated magenta and elegia.
The shadow built antedates canonization and say, "God-den Padre, gramercy!"
He goes through on his hurlyburly journey and ever reflected pareidolia.
Five beldams ate many doits, flying in the dunnest sky.
The shadow was striking tabor, unyoke, hasta la vista!
The house on Basin Street has a back yard dressed in Eleanor Tabor.
Front yard, Sonata Spring.
They called this curb appeal.
My woman wore a bodycon sweater dress, belted waist.
This they called curve appeal.
I'm beginning to learn the laws of nature,
there are two kinds of winds;
a hurricane blew shingles backward, the house stayed with me.
My woman walked out of our abode,
a kind zephyr carried her hair backward,
she broke embankment,
swept away in a loud outpouring and was never seen again.
Wall to Wall a rich texture of beige and ivory
Door to Door the throat closing color of unripe green
Floors heavy metal wielding concrete from block to block
From the phosphorescent radio signal sifting cell light
To the argument compounding wall mounted flat screens
This place is just as much a safe haven
As it is the ticking of a time bomb clock
Blind to Jehovah's compassion we beg for peace
Within ourselves and for others we beg for prompt freedom
Released are our inhibitions toward what is right
As we selfishly and over zealously claim torn
Like the minds the bodies and the hearts of a lost fight
A maundering tumble weed aimlessly searching thoughts
We are while listening to another grown man cry
Hoping hope will lead us away from that state of farce
From Ramoth-Gilead to Tabor City in one night
From safety to new circumstances still God's mercy
As residence for the unintentional manslayer
Becomes a new home for criminals of every sort
There is a large percentage of those that wouldn't dare
Thank God for this place this time or for His active force...
and still there are those that do...thank you...YHWH
Lord, bless us with rain for our fields and crops
Tiny pin drops of water in the dark
Gentle tippy toe taps as opposed to clops
Soaking while receiving no blighted mark
Enkindling life, new growth, greenery moire
Strengthening rootstalk and birthing seedpods
Subtle beauty peeking from the boudoir
Slight breath of wind as stem and leaf applauds
Distant rumbles casting dreams of fortune
Filtered flashes foreshadowing morning
Every being given its due portion
Sunlight greets a good night's sleep adorning
Twilight brightens Your night's gifted labor
We work, we dance to Creation's tabor
oooo ah, This man called Peter?
It is I, did he not hear the Master?
He doesn't need to prove any point
but he was with Him on the mount
At Tabor a while ago, him a fisher
Suddenly applied to be a constructor
Imagine, building without a plan
He was not even afraid of harmattan.
Because his mouth was in astir
he asked to move on sea expecting no stir
'if it is you,' a statement similar to mockers
Particularly Jesus' enemies
We heard it in his 1st temptation (mt 4:3)
Among those for his condemnation (mt 26:63)
Same d thief at the left hand echoes in confusion
No wonder Peter began to sink
his impetuosity took him to death's brink.
He should have remained in d boat
The master was walking towards d boat
The rabbi had to return him to d boat
And d wind died not until they enter the boat
Pls, don't be lost in wander
because you seek signs&wonders
remain in the boat the Church
Don't jump to avoid a crunch
God will meet you at ur point of needs.
Pretty, tawny, tabby Tabor
purring snuggler,
full of curiosity and play
He saw the door ajar for a fast getaway
His golden eyes gleamed
Jail break; as he dreamed
Ditching out as fast as a jet
The backyard pond he couldn’t forget
full of lily pads and Koi. ”Oh, what fun!”
Sneaky pitter-patter paws sly as a cat “I’ll take one.”
Tiny tadpoles hiding under the lily pads away from the Koi
A little twitch happy tail, pawing, splashing the cool water to catch the Koi
From out of nowhere showed
Kung Fu tempered toad
pounced on Tabor’s back. “H-i-s-sss......!”
Feeling frustrated and foiling his plans couldn’t catch him now
Tawny tabby Tabor taunting tiny tadpoles and tantalizing tasty tempered toad
11/22/2016
Tawny tabby Tabor taunting tiny tadpoles and tantalizing tasty tempered toads
11/10/2016
Song for Ballyheigue
County Kerry, Ireland
Twig fire limn
eight fairy
in a lour cave mouth
Four of whom
a tabor thrum
Four of whom
breathe zephyr
through wee fife
All of whom
leap star,
the joy of life.
All of whom
sing lark,
the yet to come
Donal Mahoney
As I gaze into her fascinating twin round beautiful black pearl
eyes I see the light of freedom and the might of power in the elements
of this sometimes cruel life.
Yes, this little freedom fighter has captivated the minds of those who dare
challenge her might and power. Who shall know the purpose that gleams
from this innocent smile and childlike smile? Will she free the forgotten?
Will she defend the defenseless? Will she love her sisters and offer them
the hidden wisdom of life as they will eradicate those that are capture, by the lust of
material toys and insignificants?
Nevertheless, She shall always be The Beautiful Lioness Of The Village Of
Tabor.