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By Charlie Harrington

 

I found an Acorn.

This acorn told me stories.

When I held it, people told me the truth.

So I kept the acorn.

I call it “the Acorn of Truth.”

Seashells wave like old masts.

Seas die like big tunas.

Death is a dead mast.

Death, life, and adventure.

Never command a gull.

 

Moldy, clear sails roughly view a stormy, big horse.

Never love a ship.

Ooh, faith!

Where is the clear mainland?

 

Acorns lying by a tree, 
plenty there for you and me.
but please be careful what you do,
for acorn legends all are true.
Pick up only one or two,
take them gently home with you.
Put them in a secret spot.

 

Earthy scented mornings
Thinly trailing mist
Acorns drop from weary trees
Yellow, red and russet frees
Leaves from branches, gently falling
Earth by coloured carpet kissed
Frosty, starlit evening
Palely shining moon.

 

For here we have no continuing city-
Here the falcons and the herons
Clash overhead, and the dead fall to ground
Like so many feckless soldiers.

The acorn told me I was going to be a great man.

Oh dear brave knight,
Who ventures into the wilds
Please draw your sword
And fight away the horde.

 

Moons fall like lively clouds.

The wave falls like a clear breeze.

Sweetness is a golden horse.

The wizard dies like a golden sun.

Ooh, faith!

 

Here's a nut, there's a nut;
Hide it quick away,
In a hole, under leaves,
To eat some winter day.
Acorns sweet are plenty,
We will have them all:
Skip and scamper lively
Till the last ones fall.'

 

For here we have no continuing city- When you reach out to touch my hand Wild goats stumble high up in the cliffs And the rabbit escapes the trap narrowly.

The last knight had died ungallantly He folded in a disappointed silence  As did the age he stood for. So long to the bygone era.

The romanticism of a stoic ideal Remained to mark his passing, Like an obituary in the paper That people glance at for a brief moment Before continueing with the idleness of their day.

Moons fall like lively clouds.

The wave falls like a clear breeze.

Sweetness is a golden horse.

The wizard dies like a golden sun.

Ooh, faith!

Ah, sweetness!

The misty breeze swiftly swallows the wave.

Courage is a golden wind.

Green landscapes of the east and west
Gleam through the rain drops and the mist,
a feeling of melancholy comes over to me
that my spirit cannot resist at all anytime.

'Here's a nut, there's a nut; Hide it quick away, In a hole, under leaves, To eat some winter day. Acorns sweet are plenty, We will have them all: Skip and scamper lively Till the last ones fall.'

When a boulder falls from a height And crashes into the forest below Focus not on the boulder How it fell Why Focus instead on the sheltering oaks In the peaceful forest

The last knight had died ungallantly He folded in a disappointed silence  As did the age he stood for. So long to the bygone era.

Ships fall like yellow clouds.

Adventure is a golden horse.

All seas lead rough, yellow moons.

Travel quietly like a stormy sea.

Winds endure!

Pigs endure like moldy winds.

The mainland endures like a misty cloud.

Oh, courage!

Focus instead on the sheltering oaks In the peaceful forest Shattered and broken by the unexpected impact And the many little acorns they sheltered Crushed Which will never grow to tree

The morning light has vanished, 
Sharp rays of sun diminished
Like a feather drips from falcons flight.
Darkness drops   from the wings of Night.

Green landscapes of the east and west
Gleam through the rain drops and the mist,
a feeling of melancholy comes over to me
that my spirit cannot resist at all anytime.

 

 (On the tip of the 6th finger,  published by H & C Books, Trichur) .The award has been declared  by Mathew David, Chairman of KGA at their Executive Committee meeting held recently in Sharjah Emirate of United Arab Emirates.  The award has  also been considered for his poetic works scattered in his recently published book named  as “Maa Salama."  ( means "With peace"  in Arabic). The poems have been gathered from different desert sketches,  focusing on his real-time life experiences ,while he was working in UAE for more than 30 years. 

 

Why in Baste Eyes my Form checks expect
Yet cast my Security for his Expense
Which, I suppose, that Report I prefect
Was a File un-welcomed for my Good Sense
Though, I assure, was all to contribute
For his Sweets added to his Nationed Chest
That, to chillax, take Tidbits absolute
And brisk the New Day for his Talent's Best

 

Death Around every corner Right in front of you Killing everyone

I don't want 
A knight in shining armor
I don't need to be saved

I just want 
Someone to talk to,
So I won't be so lonely
I just want  Someone to like me, For me

I just want  Someone who is kind, And will not hurt me

I just want Someone who is funny And makes me laugh

I just want  Someone who makes me happy For a change!

Why does the sail die?

Why does the pig die?

Ships die like clear ships.

Stormy, moldy horses swiftly fight a golden, golden wizard.

I still have the acorn.

That concludes my story.

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