The Friar's Heel beside the way
tilting toward the stones arrayed
at Stonehenge where the Devil played
and tossed the monolith that day.
Zareba formed of massive stones,
encircled 'round the Devil's throne;
but on the meadow Heaven owned
transparent light of Angels shone.
Back to the cave, the gate to Hell
they chased the Devil - in he fell;
the burning hovel where he dwells,
and all the bells of Heaven knelled.
How admirable the war on high;
now from the light in solstice sky
and Angel's love he could not hide,
nor faith and hope could not deny.
The Gift, a bounty all can share
was left for us forever there;
to all mankind - to all who care
to lift their hearts in peaceful prayer.
Inspired by Milton's Paradise Lost, 11,000 lines of Blank Verse in iambic pentameter - this, however, is monorhyme in iambic tetrameter
Categories:
zareba, religious,
Form: Monorhyme
A poet who was very late for a contest,
submitted a long poem on line, but
misspelled Zareba for Zebra!
Darn it, he was thinking of wild Africa!
Didn't it cost him points and a pain in the chest?
Categories:
zareba, poetry, words,
Form: Limerick
At the heart of my country lies a monolith
Shimmering in the radiant hot transparent light
Ever changing hues, a chameleon at the edge of night,
Uluru the natives call it, a meeting place, where we can sit
In my dream, I welcome you here,
Whether your skin is black or brown, yellow or white
For peaceful parley, at this stela desert site
We come together from far and near
Whether your home is a hovel, a castle or cave,
Derelict or architecturally inspired, an admirable sight
We gather as equals with identical plight
Our globe’s bounty, we must share and save
All children born of mother earth
Whether we live in suburbia, zareba or inner city height
Different tho we may be we must unite
To save the planet of our birth
27 February 2014
Categories:
zareba, dream, earth, nature, planet,
Form: Rhyme
My bed felt like a zareba, hedging me in as I dreamt.
I had no mirror in which to peek, but I feared I was unkempt.
I watched the dream unfolding through my transparent lids.
I perceived myself as admirable, serving food to mate and kids.
Our residence seemed to be a cave, some of you would call a hovel.
The only tools that were in sight, was a prehistoric shovel.
The distant monolith I recognized as an Egyptian pyramid.
The leaders did not build them, their enslaved prisoners did.
They had not yet been invaded, all their bounty was intact.
I don't know how I knew this but I knew it was a fact.
My dream had started fading, though I wanted it to stay.
My lost ones were still with me on that prehistoric day.
I wanted so to hold them, my precious husband and my son.
I prayed the dream would be returning when another day was done.
2/26/14
Categories:
zareba, dream,
Form: Couplet
Take me to the place
where the air is clear
and transparent, like the water
that flows down the sides
of the monolith
an ever flowing, bounteous treasure
where my soul feels free
take me to that quiet hovel
that lies deep in the woods
an admirable little zareba
where a cave sits in the monolith
a cave that never ends
like the flowing water
and the dreams in my head
February 22nd 2014
Categories:
zareba, dream,
Form: Free verse
Taken from a meager hovel
Held in the zareba
The young girl dreams of her rescue
An escape eureka
The monolith brings young girls here
Holding them for bounty
Their evil motives not transparent
Deeds illegal in county
Inward my heart caves in with pain
An admirable dream held
Children could live in happiness
Freedom unparalleled
All sex trade gone children adored
Each family could live fed
Hunger unheard of over the world
And each a comfortable bed
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Contest: Dreams
I have a dream that all in the world
can live in joy without fear, with
food and clothing that meets their needs..
No poverty so bad that parents sell
their children into a situation that
is degrading..
Categories:
zareba, hope, life,
Form: Rhyme
As I slowly fade in my hovel, TV speakers playing. I dream of a cave a lone figure? A whisper, "Zareba." Zareba? In my head. I ponder. A monolith appears, so transparent it is.
Ohh! The admiral bounty of this scene, in my head?
I reminisce of happy times.
The traffic noise is distracting.
Wait!
Is this really all but a dream?
Ohh!
How I wish this dream.
SO true?
Categories:
zareba, dream,
Form: I do not know?
To hovel me in your zareba is your intention
“For safety, to protect, truly for protection.”
Transparent lies I can clearly see through
And my resolve is a monolith to see my dream come true.
I will not cave, Complacency, not even to you.
Bribe me, offer small bounty, no good will it do.
For beyond you, I’ve an admirable dream or two.
And they will rise, be relevant and real, and profitable too.
In a time and a half, when this term ends,
I will be a nurse for a bit, and then it depends.
A small café, seating between twenty and ten,
I will run with, hopefully, a wife and a friend.
As the business rises and itself sustains
The hope is to gift my child café.
Then off will I be to try it again.
But stateside, no, rather northeastern Spain.
Those who oppose my dream, from me flee.
You may hovel in your zareba, but it shan’t hold me.
I declare, this is a plan, not a dream, and real it will be.
2-21-2014
Categories:
zareba, dream,
Form: Rhyme
Inside the zareba I live in a hovel
To say live is being generous, barely surviving
On a day like today, well like most days
A cool cave would be a pleasant alternative
I dream of a better life, one without this sorrow
I do not want a huge monolith to live in
Something small and comfortable with nearby water
Thoughts like this are just dreams, not reality
A few sleeps ago we had these fancy women come
They hugged our children and gave them ‘Bounty Bars’
Was my disgust of them so transparent?
They think they are so admirable, have photos taken with us
Then they move on, have their conscience been salved?
They go back to their grand life and leave us here
Nothing changes, we are left with our sad dreams
Maybe one day in our grandchildren’s time, maybe
15-02-2014
Categories:
zareba, dream,
Form: Free verse
The town of Zareba showed in a haze of heat
I staggered to its gates asking for shelter
Powerful gates guarded by a monolith of King Kushta
They took me to a cool cave and gave me water
looking at this hovel I realised how rich I was
rich in thought, in life, in belongings
How admirable were the poor people here
the bounty of their love showed like a transparent film
open arms welcoming all, offering kindness.
I awoke to a feeling of contentment
I had experienced the simplicity of life
Learning the lesson that fulfilment
doesn’t cost money, just love and understanding.
Penned 6 February 2014
Categories:
zareba, dream,
Form: Verse