Is this how I was?
Wrapped with the softest blanket,
Shown the highest quality of affection,
I’m sure this is how I was.
All I remember is being fed,
But suddenly it’s been done by me.
I’ve gradually been strengthened,
Even kisses aren’t given anymore.
I remember I didn’t know no pain,
But it didn’t stay the same.
With every step at a new age,
Teaches me how to be tough.
Now I’m at the edge of seventeen,
About to enter adulthood.
Now that wealth glitters and hypnotizes my young eyes,
I’m now preparing for this wild-goose chase.
This goose I’ll catch,
Putting smile on the face of the one who held me, the one trained me for this journey.
This goose I’ll catch,
Shaming those who said I won’t.
Blossom Monyei.
THAT START OF THE DETERMINED KID
THAT DASH OF THE CURIOUS YOUNG INTERPID
I HAVE COME FAR NOW
NO GOD I FOUND , TO NOBODY'S LOVE I BOW
FROM COUNTLESS EXISTING PATHS WE CAN
TAKE ONLY ONE
I AM HERE, WHERE THERE IS NOONE
CONVERSATIONS ARE NOW FEW
I DON'T KNOW ANYONE WHO IS NEW
EVEN MY POEMS DON'T RHYME NOW
MAY BE THEY DON'T WANT TO ...
Through iambic pentameter I sing!
Without thee nary a poem I'd put down.
Break the ice? In a pickle? No such thing.
Had not found a home in this word town.
Yet not all that glitters is syllabic.
And perhaps not all the world's a stanza.
To be pentameter of the iambic
Or not to be? What a real bonanza!
The world is your gooey lump in a shell.
Join the wild goose chase or move to Carmel.
Where is the twisted human club?
I did not know, so here’s the rub….
I saw them crammed in a cranny down the street.
Their petootsies were showing, it was not sweet.
Now when people ask I send them there.
But they left years ago, without a care.
I still like giving them a wild goose chase.
Serves them right for asking me at every place.
Greed of all kinds, more for power n’ pelf
Drives men to play many a mischief
It enters our world like an invisible elf
Making one demean his esteemed self
Greed is like an uncontrolled steed
It might gallop in reckless speed
Any time it can kick you down to bleed
Sometimes even causing a stampede
Running after wealth is a wild goose chase
The snobbish, wealth can easily entice
Often they have to pay a heavy price
Greed generates greed and many a vice
Money is seen by some as master and Lord
Sad, they strive everyday to hoard
Even if a lot of wealth is procured
Alas, one never feels fully secured
The root cause of many a malady is greed
We witness the ills it does everyday breed
Minimize the wants and focus only on the need
Thus from monstrous greed, let us be freed
1/11/23
Typical that they have doubts
It's often dragged out
All this crap being bragged about
Moving over the speed of eight knots
At a great cost
I had to take shots
In order to make lots
Otherwise just stuck in the same spot
Meanwhile all these fakes and snakes watch
From that pettiness I break off
Got no time for it, stand in the way and it's chaos
The pieces haven't fully fit into place
It's been a bit of a wild goose chase
Quite the journey
Taking steps that put me on a gurney
Much remains that is a threat
I'm building my skillset
It's just not the same as trying to kill pests
This time it's no drill test
Because this foe will vex
No pushover, meanwhile secrets still kept
Not always see through
It is indeed true
There is much out to deceive you
Meanwhile in the world greed grew
I'd give you endless love and support if only she knew
As the breeze blew
A change in vision
Gained wisdom
Out to make a difference
Not remain in the same position
No matter if people stay ignorant
Ever since Biden marched in my stocks plump
My gains and nest egg make my shoulders slump
Unfortunately I've lost to that chump
My piece of American pie, a dump
What were five stars is now two dullest lump
I've endured his march of geese on my rump
Yet hope his wild goose chase comes to a stump
Until then I hope some road frees of bump
And tears chill and I get over this hump
11/08/22
MonoMixoRhyme Cash Prize Poetry Contest
Sponsor-Hilo Poet
N/A
the art of peace,
hasn’t been mastered yet ~
is it a wild goose chase?
THE ART OF PEACE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John lawless
Date: 04-07-2022
"The winds of change" a Briton warned
In his speech to South Africa,
Meaning that those who were scorned
Might soon rule the republica.
Many heard what he was saying
From the parliamentary podium
But most were probably thinking
He had smoked a shot of opium!
No one made capital from this.
Not even the underdogs!
It is true that their nemesis
Had guns, hippos and dogs!
Clever circles murmured the phrase
But even they didn't backdrop it.
Was it all a wild goose chase?
Was it anywhere within their ambit?
But the winds of change reached the shores!
The apartheid forces resisted!
However, the winds entered the doors!
And universal suffrage was instituted!
British premier Chamberlain was right!
He'd looked from his vantage point.
Democratic South Africa came to sight:
An idea that might have seemed quaint!
4/16/2022
Our outward transmission
Misinterpreted by the receptor
We apply a healing balm
Rather than a lie detector
If there be a flicker of hesitation
In our impulse to embrace
Know that ego is at play
Sending us on a wild goose chase
How does right vs wrong really matter
If in loving hearts there be a chasm
All that counts is joy & laughter
Love radiating from our body prism
03-September-2020
If I knew that going to my aunt's place
Would end up with me on a wild goose chase
On a hunt for that prized necklace
She lost because she was reckless,
I wouldn’t have bothered coming at all.
Grandfather’s picture hung up on wall
Looking down at us
If he were still alive, he’d make a fuss.
It was a gift from him, after all.
Get out of the house, they said.
It can be a new adventure, they pled.
We are they now? They fled.
Those lying, conniving chickens,
Could’ve finished A Tale of Two Cities by Dickens
This is definitely something new
From my typical routine that speaks true.
Obviously not by turning her house topsy turvy
Although I don’t feel the slightest bit nervy.
Something new? Mom would definitely have a laugh
Although she’d say that I’ve had more than that of a giraffe.
12/10/18
Deliverance from mishaps..
From chaos..
Deliverance from misery..
Pain and suffering..
Cannot breathe..
Had drowned in sorrow..
Submerged so deep in murky dark waters..
Dull grey color surrounds..
Somber moments and reflections..
My fearful self exposed
At the surface it had invaded..
Invasions constant..
Uninvited guest ..
Teeth shattering coldness upon myself
Dictating negativity so effortlessly
Hauntingly it consumes me..
A wild goose chase arises ..
Painfully often..
I fearfully run away..
There is no where to hide..
I often resist..
My fearful self persists..
Shaking and trembling ..
Entrapment of my fears..
Limited and lifeless accompanied by a fog of pain..
The fog had exposed itself
To unlift the fog of pain..
I succumb to acknowledgment..
Confront my fears..
Expose my truth..
Submerge myself to freedom..
Breath the fresh, crisp, miraculous air of life..
Not to resist..
Only to accept..
Deliverance to acceptance..
Deliverance to healing..
Deliverance to love..
Immerse myself to the awakening of self..
Saturated in divinity..
I am Love..
That stray beast was once a kitten
But later, they said it's a cat
Now gone all night, he's a night owl
So what should I think about that?
My gay friend, Maurice some have said
Is the elephant in the room
Some say my brother's a hound dog
What that makes mom, I won't presume
How was it the search for that thief
People said, was a wild goose chase
Is that a job for animal control
And if not who'd take on the case?
My daughter says she's a tea kettle
This is her handle and this her spout
What Are they, or what are they not
I'm just trying to figure it out!
THE WILD GOOSE CHASE*
I accidentally let one loose
did you see that thing vamoose?
It gave me the slip, did you see?
Now that thing is awfully free.
I walk on pins and needles, friend.
Trying to find, I twist and bend.
You ask why I pull up the rug,
why I pull out every plug.
I raise my hands over my head
and flip over each unmade bed.
I flip out, scratch, harrumph, grumble,
dash around corners, stumble.
At night I turn off all the lights,
sit in the corner, battle bites.
I listen for terrible sounds.
My eyes dart round and round and round.
Afraid of where that thing will land —
on the mountain or in the sand.
I feel empty of all this gas.
I miss the sound of golden brass
and the smog that liquifies eyes,
the way your ribbon twists and lies.
The putrefaction of butt —
the stinker where we blame the mutt!
7/11/2018
Messina’s I accidentally let one loose poetry contest
*Wild Goose chase - a wild or absurd search for something
To goose - to squeeze a butt cheek
I accidentally let one loose
A ripe for roasting, fattened goose!
The ganders in Orwellian mode
Honked out the news in gaggled code.
Rash Farmer Giles, blood red with rage
Would not be easy to assuage
And goslings flapped their wings in fear
As if to say ‘Get out of here!’
The rooster crowed with all his might
To publicize my sorry plight
And terror-stricken piglets squealed
As rifle cocked, he left the field.
I turned and fled: there’d be no grace
For farmer Giles had picked up pace.
But then, a crack, a curse ; a whopper!
Old Farmer Giles had come a cropper!
This close escape I did embrace
For he had run a wild goose chase!
And as I raised a thankful sigh
A cackling form went flying by!
Competition entry : I accidentally let one loose : Charles Messina 22 July N/A
Applicable Not Applicable Contests Poetry Contest : sponsored by Richard Lamoureux
19.05.19
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