The brindled drop tine bull
Brings his herd along the fence
He steers the steers and leers at me
His look not quite intense
We ponder life, each his own strife, this old cow boy and me
He clears the gate with one old cow
They amble past the here and now
And take me back to the woods by the creek
And the hedgerow post pile by the birthday tree
And the chicken coop and my first chores
The mem’ries flood
To the water tank and the crawdads there
In Holstine’s pasture, way in the back
Not far from a line of walnut trees
Black and tall against the breeze
Each straight as a sentry at his post
Who walked this land
Bow, rifle, plow in hand
It connects me to the land my feet
Negotiate in the autumn heat
I’ve drifted south, as things seem to go
Yet somehow in my soul I know
I’m tied to the land in a way not seen
By those whose mem’ries aren’t so keen
For the ground they trod when their feet were bare
But my mem’ries warm… and it takes me there
O quatrain, if I would, could you?
Aren't we fancy-free?
Bolt, shock through! O baby blue!
Firewalk with me!
Ravine behind, seen in dreams?
Houses of the old.
Tend thy garden on the beam!
Terror, strike them cold...
Fateful is thy fury?
O Furies, what ye think?
Blizzard spend in flurries!
O dragon, fire the brink!
Fates Three, Muses Nine, thy tine?
Dark fire, won't you shine.
Glisten, wound in back! O brine;
Vampires love to dine...
Torments of the damned? Thy home.
Let out on the loam.
Thunder, roll above the dome!
Black bound bell and tome!
Doom, loom over. Recompense.
Golem, get ye hence.
Death-flame burning, are ye dense?
What then would we sense?
Wren, wind. O wilderness, weak week?
Will, burst. Waning moon.
Plaque o'er door, just give a peek.
Blight them, my buffoon...
The completion I sought evaded me,
even though I lived every dream heart sought,
so I turned to God that soul may be free,
living in the now, unshackled from thought.
Relinquishing each conditioned belief,
skin warmed by the sun, soul touched by the breeze,
befriending silence I obtained relief,
ambling then through life with nonchalant ease.
Radiating light and sharing heart’s love,
treating my sojourn on earth as a game,
breath by breath God’s grace poured in from above,
thus in timeless tine, we became the flame.
Heart quick to forgive, I learnt how to live ~
Reflecting God’s light, I’ve so much to give
That tepid tea, civility,
Is not the drink for such as me!
Thou cusp, thou nib, thou pricket, prickle, tang and tine!
Thy wit lacks width to grasp my line!
I’m sitting on the edge of time
For just a disembodied pause,
While pointed hands o’er rounded chime
Obey the pendulum’s swayed cause.
Where kinetics’ course is lastly laid,
Comes forth the pointing to a door
That opens wide. Be not afraid,
I think, to thereupon explore.
And there I search the sea, in stay,
For those few drops that speak of me.
Below a crystal clouded day,
I look for cause and clarity.
But deep inside, my inner clock
Is calling forth its metered rhyme.
Inclined I am to learn like Locke,
I’m also tuned by trembling tine.
The edge of time is thinner than
The fairest maiden’s finest hair,
Yet broader is the settled plan
That puts us just exactly there.
This year we face a crossroads in our country
An important choice we must make to keep our democracy.
Do we continue to chose candidates from the standard parties,
Or do we follow the path of another young man and follow
His We The People party.
Forget for a moment his last name
Or the memories if those in his family before him
Listen to his words, his commitment, his passion and tell me you
Don’t feel he is the only choice to bind our country
Step back and review the two parties and what they stand for
Remember the terms of the former two men
And in good faith ask yourself do you want to place the fate of this country in their hands again
Maybe it’s tine for that third party to come alive
It’s a vote to unify not divide
A vote that will bring back our country’s unity
One should not forget the words of a great man who stood on a battlefield that November day
He urged us to bind together in unity
And the government for the people prevail then as well as today
Are you being serious
Your making me delirious
With your mood swings all off stride
Like Dr. Jeckyll --Mr. Hyde
One day your up , next day down
You are going all around
Keeping up is hard to do
Sometimes happy, sometimes blue
Never knowing where I stand
Your emotions are a rubber band
Keep on stretching to the limit
You could snap at any minute
Smacking me right in the face
I'm always prepared to brace
Myself for this inner storm
That's been going on too long
This roller coaster ride your living
Is going to end up splitting
Your personality and divide
Your good and bad on different sides
Soon one will be taking over
Then its tine to run and cover
I've been watching and can tell
Your bad sides taking you to hell
As your good side disappears
Making all of my worst fears
Coming true-- there is no way
To get your evil side to stray
It is here and wants control
Your good side will take a stroll
Kicked out by this two horned beast
A million friends could not defeat
You are the shadow of a dream I lost
So long ago,
You are the memory of someone dear
I used to know.
A man who possessed such wit and charm,
And in an instant they were both gone.
I often wondered what life would be,
If you had stayed here with me.
Would it be so wrong for that moment in
Tine,
Would it be wrong to deny that tender
Moment with your hand In mine?
But alas that choice can never be
You’re simply a shadow in my
Memory
And so I patiently wait for the day
When we will be together again
Together and not in a memory
Together we will walk for eternity
Yesterdays dreams seemed so long ago,
Yet somehow when I look in your eyes,
You seem to understand and know.
We were meant to share so many places
In tine,
You always knew you were always on
My mind
You knew that you had my heart,
I knew we’d be together and would never part.
There you were my knight in shinning amour
To save this lady fair,
And I was your raven haired maiden who
Would love you beyond compare.
Now we we stand as strangers here,
Though I know you fell what I feel,
Yet you still hesitate to come near.
Come and look in my eyes and see the
Past,
Take my hand and follow me
Where we’ll be together at last.
A small lake
There was a lake not far from the white-washed hamlet
in the interior of the Algarve; on hot summer days, witnessed
by my dog, which shuddered at the thought.
It was a small lake surrounded by hillsides, modest
almost unobstructed, just water, no big deal
One day when driving past the lake had disappeared
a dent in the ground full of thistles and tine of tunny
Oh, come think of it, a rowing boat that once had been
optimistically blue, but now sad dried teardrops.
The plane between the hill where the lake lived
is a center for helicopter services; not that much I mind
but I would rather see the lake again in the moonlight.
The food was chased by a bent tine fork
Along the surface of a smooth glass plate,
Eventually was skewered with brute force torque.
A similar force confronted an unyielding cork
But for this event, on this mechanical date,
The food was chased by the bent tine fork.
A stab of grace presented the French basted pork
And lingered face front like scavenger bait,
Eventually was skewered with brute force torque.
Such moaning and discontent, could it have been more late
From a Five Star Diner in the village of York?
The food was chased by a bent tine fork.
It was not prepared by a chef but by a dork
More worthy of satiric praise than glowing hate,
Eventually was skewered with brute force torque.
The Maitre d’Hotel offered his black plastic spork
Immensely gracious but too late.
The food was chased by a bent tine fork,
Eventually was skewered with brute force torque.
Happy You There
Holidays awe - That tine of year,
“you'll break – open your favorite bottle...
of Cheer, soooo...
“Spirits high – you may want to fly”
or...
just Hop on into your own air-O-plane,
“You're just going insane”
For a flight, off to visit whom or whoever...
Dah is not so near – though Oh!...
Yes..
They may flip out, should you arrive this year...
a wild crazy year or a teardrop here also there
though some joy you bring, to share...
“Not – to – fear, cause you will be full of cheer!
Just in time to make it back safely once again,
to see another “Great New Year comin' in”
Waiting nay, “You're popin' a top, of another...
favorite bottle of champagne, or be it soother,
like...
Rum, Vodka, Brandy, Scotch, or Gin...
You also others will holler-out on number #1 with...
your Cheer's, jumpin' high, clack your heels-together,
When this wacky thought accrues too, you,
Oh – My! Oh-Dear! My but Great Scot-cch...
( as it kicks in) Really! On (Time)?
Will I Do This, all over, again then next...
Happy New Year??
In a small dining room enclosed by three walls, a setting for two. Two candles across from each other lit cast shadows on the ceiling above the crystal chandelier. The round maple table- mirrors and reflects two tall wine glasses half filled with pink Champaign. On folded pink colored napkins three tine forks paired with matching gold handled knives compliment the candle holders. two pure white porcelain plates with saucers with gold trim shine. In the background on the center white wall, a black framed painting of autumn trees sits rectangular. To the left and right are two pedestals each with a bouquet of red roses resting atop. To the wall on the right a curio filled with Swarovski-"Wonders of the sea" Chrystal figures. To the wall on the left a roman numeral oval shaped clock with the time showing 4:45 pm. In the middle of the table is a small roasted turkey. Cranberries, potatoes and stuffing all in separate matching gold trimmed bowls 'round the turkey. On the dark oak floor, in the middle of the two chairs a golden retriever waits patiently.
Become A Painting Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
11/20/2021
In our father's house, you were doing fine,
but you did not want to toe the line.
Father, you said, 'give me what is mine.'
Leaving home sent a jolt of joy up your spine.
No more scenes of servants grazing kine,
or picking grapes off the vine.
Feasting on choice cuts with the chine,
sporting with women, and drinking wine,
living in a ritzy ranch on the banks of the Rhine.
You have many friends who love to dine,
but you are too naive to know that is a bad sign.
Poof-poverty pounces and pierces like a tine,
now broke, homeless, hungry, you start to pine.
To earn money, you take a job feeding swine.
At nights you lie on the streetside and whine,
thinking of the servants and how well they dine.
It is okay, you ragamuffin to regret and repine.
Get up my brother and toward home your feet incline.
The sight of you will make our father’s face shine.
Turned his back, for he ain’t got no spine
Invertebrate snail, leaving a trail of slime
Stood me up, promised we’d go for a climb
I waited all day, and it’s already nighttime
Never trust slugs, let you down all the time
Oops! just heard, he’s been held up on a tine
Bite Size Poem no6 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
10/06/2021
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