All around me the land suffers too much greening.
The luxuriant froths over into a feverish lush.
Birds cannot consume all the insects.
Snakes cannot eat all the birds.
The ground hogs on the swill of decay.
If this is natures wealth then a little poverty
is needed, a tax on the riotous and too abundant.
Death the reaper must rule his kingdom with more gusto,
both the prey and the predator sparring none,
the sickly succulence of overripe sap
drained and clarified by a cooler sunlight.
I was whelped in more temperate climes,
wolves died of hunger and age not heat stroke.
The rabbit burrows are oven gates
for marauding hordes and an avid pestilence.
The balance is tipped and off kilter,
The climate repaints its face more garishly
each day.
I hear the mandibles of ferocity, their
click and remorseless grind,
and there is no softness in the nibbling jaws
of those who rampage silently,
those, who strip the bloated and obese
to the dark and rancid bone.
I secretly journey now under dawn stars,
trace my way over cooling paths
before another fevered heat
force feeds the land.
Categories:
whelped, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Over a bridge
and past a bright green meadow
appeared a little squidge
an angry monstrous short little fellow
"Come, Come my Sesame Balanja,
Follow me to my CrossjaKanga!"
He jumped and he whelped
screaming such strange things
he motioned, and he dotioned, and he complepleded
"Let us go and sing of kings and rings...
Come, Come my Sesame Balanja,
Follow me to my CrossjaKanga!"
So I went where he motioned
under the bridge and into his cavy fridge
where he said he makes his devotions
and as I tripped on a wire, he smiled a smidge
"Come, Come my Sesame Balanja,
Follow me to my CrossjaKanga!"
Soon I realized I could not get up
over me had fallen a net
and there before me- bones in a pileup
I knew this the end, my gullibility my regret
A quiet nearing voice behind began to windup...
"Come, Come my Sesame Balanja,
Follow me to my CrossjaKanga!"
Contest: Inky Dinky Parlay Voo Poetry Contest
Sponsored By: Caren Krutsinger
Poem Name: Sesame Balanja
Date: March 7, 2020
Categories:
whelped, dark, voice,
Form: Verse
Sentinels were gathered upon the pond
dressed in their best green beau monde'
Waiting to herald the birth of first bloom
as twins were whelped from Lily's womb
Categories:
whelped, birth, flower,
Form: Couplet
A dog by the side of the road
Whelped out her cute little load
A copper who saw
Reeled off the law
Cited for littering I’m told
Categories:
whelped, dog, humorous, , cute,
Form: Limerick
In the august acclamations of weaponry
befits this uniform adorned
and in prideful boast our livery
of arsenal upon the enemy scorned
From this distant seat shall reap dead carapace
the automata's bullet indulges no refugee
to warrant such requital in fitting disgrace
the cowards of deaths technology
Bid thy to slaughter my child, to slaughtered be
in renditions dark battalions
and gather fragile limbs splatter splintered trophy
behest accolades pinned medallions
Touch pad the joy stick of war games
reload the unflinching trigger
machine gun of anonymous names
ply the graves of the unknown soldier
Set cause to profit and property
and in soulless regalia execute
this pestilent act to defile humanity
so reaped upon this bloody scythes repute
For this distant throne still bids fears menace
with guided missile acquits accountability
shall bare no witness to rueful penance
of cowards whelped by deaths technology
Bid thy to slaughter then my child, and to slaughtered be
in viscous deliverance either of these
dream thee not of honor or bravery
but in nightmares blade this evil appease
Categories:
whelped, sorrow, violence, war, ,
Form: Free verse
Father I stretch my hands to you, for you are the only help I know
Seems all my old friend are now my enemies, and I’m hated every I go.
I feel before this time another year, I’ll be all alone,
And as everyone I know starts to disappear, I feel I can’t do this on my own .
If thou withdrew yourself from me I’d be worst off than I am now
Yes I was once blind and now I can see but if you left me I would not know how
For you lead me not into temptation for so very long
And without you delivering me from evil I fear my life would go so wrong.
The bible says the pure in heart are the ones that will see you
And I know it would not say that if it were not to be true
I’m asking you lord please do not pass me by for I really need your help
And I’m a man that’s not afraid to cry cause even Jesus whelped.
You say you’d wash away my sins and I’m going to continue to believe in that
For within you I’m suppose to have a friend and I’m praying that’s still a fact
I for one am a believer that you have the whole world in your hands
So thanks for taking a closer walk with me cause I’ve notice your footprints in the sand
Categories:
whelped, inspirational,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
* (Saturn is esoterically associated with the twelfth month of December)
… I feel your clutching of the wraiths (ghosts) suspended
between us, serenade of
echoes,
writhing,
blindly agape – and I crouching on the curb
watching the road
baptizing its secrets with curses dripping
incinerated from our lips,
intoxicating myself on
a promise of smoke clutching,
clutching at the road
flooded
sotted, unspoken wraiths…
… twisting within the heat….
* * *
… the swell of sky and earth
is in the curve of your belly and lips
I teased with delicacies until
I stuffed them in your mouth
while you smiled as widely
as the springtime laughing
through the trees
awaking and unashamed…
* * *
… did we have a child?
no, but we whelped giggles
as shy as a bridal veil,
as bold as robbers
accomplishing the theft
of marriage nostril to nostril…
Categories:
whelped, love
Form: Free verse
Me and you, you and I
It's okay to cry
Can't nothing take the sadness from goodbyes
Me and you, you and I
At times we dream upon mystery's in the sky
Something Epic about the history of you and I
And when it seems it ain't getting no better
On comes the stormy weather
Money, lust, and us got me loving hell's paradise
Prenups, divorce, and courts
Got me second guessing marrying twice
And I won't be here forever
If it should ever rain where hope can't measure
White doves, best friends push and shove
Scenes from above
Disaster and triumph
Nothing better to try from
Death is awarded, truth is chosen
Just consider the obstacles your opposing
Consume the bad nights
Overcome the sad fights
You whelped and you whelped
I smiled for the happiness we kept
Me and you, you and I
It's okay to cry
Can't nothing take the sadness from goodbyes
Categories:
whelped, happiness, life, peace, sad,
Form: Free verse