Poetry In Motion

One incident very funny to me happened one day;
so uncommon and weird was it that I couldn’t say
whether it was a reality, a hallucination or a dream:
I was to attend a mermaid-hosted party in a stream;
with this I was surprised, perplexed and proud,
and shouted aloud for the privilege me allowed.

To get to the meeting venue fast, I booked a flight,
but I arrived at the airport late_ a plight to fight;
I only saw the plane take off_ the flight was missed;
resolute not to miss the meeting, I decided to be bussed.

Actually, I boarded the bus safely and was ready
for the go; the bus roared to life and moved with speed steady;
all of a sudden, we came to a halt in the middle of nowhere;
back to status quo! I won’t retire till I acquire what I desire!

I thought of going by train, but it was too slow;
then I made up my mind that I’d in a boat go;
unfortunately, the boat capsized! We were saved
by sheer luck; I must get to where my mind craved.

Having used all the available transport media
and I remained in my progressless position earlier;
I made the funniest ever possible decision:
to go on foot_trekking_was the decision.

Even with this I wasn’t successful_
evil forces wanted not my success full;
as I was planning to start going,
my legs failed me_they ceased working!

I, in this confused state of mind, slept off;
when I woke up, I saw a letter-like stuff;
‘Come you must against all odds,’ said the fairy letter;
‘What next?’ Annoyed, I shouted and tore the letter.

In Gloucestershire, near Bredon Hill,
I watch the sun step from his throne
into the clouds above a field
close by the hamlet of Kemerton.

A farmer works his land as I
stand beneath the westering sun,
hear his tractor's coughing cry
each time he turns it in the run.

No shire horse here, no whinnied sound
no spittle grunt when plough pulled round
yet Houseman's ghost, near where I stand,
holds pen and paper in its hand.

In Bredon and in Kemerton
apples fill the orchard trees
there too are pears that swell and fall,
pushed by hands of gentle breeze.

The dawn is bright at Bredon Hill;
down in the village beyond a wall
the rusting wheel of ancient mill

bleeds among the ruins where
broken bricks give silent stare
over the moss all spattered there
at Kemerton near Bredon fair.

In a garden of delight a tree
blazes gold in the morning air,
red it is as a sun-drenched sea
in some far land beyond the dawn
but here it glows in Kemerton's morn.

In Gloucestershire, near Bredon Hill,
I watch the sun step from his throne
into the clouds above a field
close by the hamlet of Kemerton.


Poem & Photos (c) lokutus-prime

Helloha!
No need to guess you got t right!! Ts me again
some call me Cease, more protected than the Vatican
I'm also well known n wild... barbarians
but fresh n down to earth n never braggn lyka manican
fish outa water Hi, i'm mr pelican
i saw you from afar decievin like a republican
now wt ma first option I could eat you right in fronta em
or take you out for fun,like i was mr letterman
its senseless! I know, a pretty girl without a neckless?
Here take this, its echanted jus like an amulet
it'l help you in your quest to find a prince @ the banquet
''royalte above the water like Moses in his basket''
don't take th@ too literal, that was jus a riddle
now let me finnish it off, you gasped when I was @ the middle
don't laf don't smile and don't you dare even giggle
and if sae sumthn wierd I ges
all you can do is wiggle
''your knight in shining armour is somewh@ of an Emperor
dangerous @ times because he's got a tiny temper
and do the unexpected he likes it when you remember
bt you hav to be alike, th@ wae you can flock together''
well I hope you understood cz I gota fly awae
tommorow i'll be back to normal,t truely is another day
which means If I swoop down and catch ya ima eat ya
and regurgitate you later for lil chick Denver