Poetry

Narrative Poetry

Contraption

Reddening anthracite fills up the furnace with sweltering bright fire.
Boiling, the water it builds up the steam with a powerful tension –
Pushing the pistons and grinding the gears in a single dimension;
Forwardly moves does this massive contraption through force by this flyer.

Picking up speed as the roar of the engine possesses the hot air,
Outstretching wings start to lift as propellers awaken their loud turn.
Buttons and switches – they fill up his console with many he need learn;
Gripping the yokes in the cockpit – he pulls up against them with great care.

Further beneath him, the ground drifting lower with fields far and quite still –
Flight he achieves after many endeavors and failures for certain.
Feeling the joy of his triumph, he glides through the clouds like a curtain;
Smoke fills the air and is joined with the rain as he treasures his great thrill.

Swamp

The smiling frog within his boat does eat the bugs that buzz and fly.
The swamp in which he dwells is full of furtive fish and floating fowl
In placid waters with a gentle tide beneath the azure sky.
His realm is lined with trees and distant sounds of hidden beasts which howl.

His fishing pole, within the depths - it's bated hook awaits his catch.
The smiling frog within his boat does eat the bugs that buzz and fly.
He drinks a hearty brew - enjoying tastes within his chosen batch.
He leans and rests but keeps upon his pole a single open eye.

His restless, ranine sons - their poles do wiggle as they groan and sigh,
But boredom falls within the swamp like all the leaves and wild debris.
The smiling frog within his boat does eat the bugs that buzz and fly.
He chuckles as the beauty and the vibrant clime they plainly see.

It's there within his boat their poles then dip and hop with tugs and drags
As all their lines are yanked by fish - ensnared by hooks they can't defy.
The frog and both his sons unload their trophy trout into their bags.
The smiling frog within his boat does eat the bugs that buzz and fly.

Dawn

The morning dew and crest of early dawn
Which by a boastful, braggard bird is brought.
A rakish rooster - sleekly dressed with brawn,
With every crass and cocky word or thought,
His flirting fancies brings the hens he's sought.
The peering sun upon his plumage gleams -
A bold and stirring shine his tuft has wrought.
The rooster rouses every rival's dreams.

The daylight sky and blissful air does spawn
The raucous roars of blithesome beasts as hot
And blazing light proceeds from morning's dawn.
The work he's made and all the youths he's taught
Do show the rooster skills and praise he's sought.
Despite his pride, he values chicken teams -
His flock with all his strength those threats he's fought;
The rooster rouses every rival's dreams.

With all the trials his daily work has drawn,
His prideful purpose pain and toil cannot
Diminish with his wit and harnessed brawn.
He works and guides through every clever thought.
The day he lives and all the birds he ought
To lead towards their goals - without extremes,
And all the many things with hope they've sought;
The rooster rouses every rival's dreams.

With all his beaming, blissful pride, and aught
For which he might rely upon his teams,
The path he leads is never vain or fraught;
The rooster rouses every rival's dreams.

Cliff

The regal hawk with piercing eyes does see the land beyond the trees.
A skillful, traveled bird, he hikes to find the perfect spot with care -
While smelling all the lively forest odors carried on the breeze.
The cliff he climbs with taloned hands and all the gear he needs to bear.

As on the verdant valley there the beaming sun does brightly shine,
The regal hawk with piercing eyes does see the land beyond the trees.
The swift and colder wind that chills his brownish feathers to his spine
Will not deter his goal – despite the ground the thinner air does freeze.

While reaching greater heights, his body through the crags with force does squeeze
As all the hazards and the peril of the mountains does increase.
The regal hawk with piercing eyes does see the land beyond the trees.
His tightened, hawkish grip and dogged heart will never cease.

The summit there he finds with all his force of will – his joyful prize,
With careful, measured strength and cunning to the highest of degrees;
It’s to his goal, and to this peak with all his heart his form does rise;
The regal hawk with piercing eyes does see the land beyond the trees.

House

With care he gathers wood - a mindful mouse,
As frosted ground does chill his booted feet.
The trees of pine above his humble house
With trunks and nettled branches do accrete.

The driest timber there he sets inside
His stove; He cooks the food within the pot
That for his wife and kids he's set aside -
While making sure the fire is amply hot.

"That smells so good!" his eldest brightly says.
It's with his empty spoon, in all his joy
And anxious hunger there he lightly plays;
His father chuckles at his eldest boy.

His youngest girl gives wide-eyed glances in
The pot the father mouse does slowly stir.
She waits with wonder and a subtle grin
While every hiss and bubble does occur.

The mother mouse does help her husband there -
While pouring out the spiced and hearty stew
Into the empty bowls, with cheerful care,
As all their kids with haste do slurp and chew.

The mother mouse intones, "What do you say?"
Her kids who speak as one say, "Thank you dad!"
And clean their bowls before they laugh and play
As quite a tiny girl and growing lad.

Beneath the watchful eyes of parent mice,
These mousey kids do play around the space -
Behaving well and being very nice
To one another with a simple grace.

The gentle snow of winter air and clime
Does fall upon the ground as silent flakes
As early supper turns to slumber time
For kids that calmly sleep for all their sakes.

Shores

Beneath the blazing sun with palms and sandy shores,
A snake named Boone in balmy Rancho Costa lives.
Amongst the clothing, food and wares in waiting store,
Majestic books and charms for sale The Lotus gives.

The Lotus store this viper owns with joyful pride.
Beneath the blazing sun with palms and sandy shores
Are walking, talking beasts with feathers, scales or hide -
Possessing magic charms which potent power stores.

Each magic fetch that opens wooden chests and drawers
Assist the snake who gathers books to place in shelves.
Beneath the blazing sun with palms and sandy shores,
With brooms, enchanted stores can sweep their floors themselves.

While crystal gazing, sagely Boone with care imparts
To patrons sagely words with heart and open doors.
With ancient books and wondrous charms each guest departs
Beneath the blazing sun with palms and sandy shores.