Poetry competition CLOSED 19th May 2012 11:35pm
WINNER
firedaughter (StayAwayFromTheNutcase)
firedaughter (StayAwayFromTheNutcase)
RUNNERS-UP:
MagicianType0
and Rosewingaangel
a name in form of a legend
D.Bees…
No one ever knew or recorded the exact day of her death, Deborah Gallese, A.K.A. “D Bees Woman” believed to have lived during the years 980-1012, as legend has it she was a mysterious Amazon rain forest woman, a warrior for peace, she mainly protected the animals and trees. She was believed to have held a magical sword made out of live killer bees.
The buzz from the bees was so loud on Deborah’s command that it would echo off the trees, making them shake violently, warning all animals when poachers were near, More so warning the poachers, D.Bees Woman was there.
If those poachers did not leave the area and return by the next moon with a barrel of food and plant one hundred new tree seedlings, it was said that Deborah could command a bee to find them and enter their ear when they went to sleep and the next time a poacher returned to the land, that person would hear the piercing sounds of the angry bees till death.
No one ever knew or recorded the exact day of her death, Deborah Gallese, A.K.A. “D Bees Woman” believed to have lived during the years 980-1012, as legend has it she was a mysterious Amazon rain forest woman, a warrior for peace, she mainly protected the animals and trees. She was believed to have held a magical sword made out of live killer bees.
The buzz from the bees was so loud on Deborah’s command that it would echo off the trees, making them shake violently, warning all animals when poachers were near, More so warning the poachers, D.Bees Woman was there.
If those poachers did not leave the area and return by the next moon with a barrel of food and plant one hundred new tree seedlings, it was said that Deborah could command a bee to find them and enter their ear when they went to sleep and the next time a poacher returned to the land, that person would hear the piercing sounds of the angry bees till death.
Anonymous
THE LEGEND OF KITTY or THE EGYPTIAN CAT GODDESS
Bastet, the Cat Goddess of Health and Healing
Joy, music and dancing
Protected humans against pestilence
And evil spirits
Bastet expressed the qualities of the cat family
Beauty of movement, agility, strength
Caution, Fidelity, Pride, Protection
Oh Lady of the East, Goddess of the Rising Sun
You are both a Moon Goddess and a Sun Goddess
All in one - because of your eyes
Your all-seeing eyes see through the dark
Guardian Saint of Firefighters
Saving the lives of those in the house
Protector and friend of women and young children
Bastet protect others, as she protects her kittens
Finally Bastet was the original "sex kitten"
Her sensuality and fertility attested to that
She is feline and feminine, free to relax, never take life too seriously
Take many naps, luxuriates in beauty
Sways in graceful movement, independent of the opinions of others
Curled up in a circle, the cat is a symbol of the eternal.
Bastet, the Cat Goddess of Health and Healing
Joy, music and dancing
Protected humans against pestilence
And evil spirits
Bastet expressed the qualities of the cat family
Beauty of movement, agility, strength
Caution, Fidelity, Pride, Protection
Oh Lady of the East, Goddess of the Rising Sun
You are both a Moon Goddess and a Sun Goddess
All in one - because of your eyes
Your all-seeing eyes see through the dark
Guardian Saint of Firefighters
Saving the lives of those in the house
Protector and friend of women and young children
Bastet protect others, as she protects her kittens
Finally Bastet was the original "sex kitten"
Her sensuality and fertility attested to that
She is feline and feminine, free to relax, never take life too seriously
Take many naps, luxuriates in beauty
Sways in graceful movement, independent of the opinions of others
Curled up in a circle, the cat is a symbol of the eternal.
Davis Was her last name..
Earth is what she moved..
Venomous were how her words came across..
Irreplaceable to this day..
Lives is what she changed.
Incredible devotion.
Surrendering wasn't in her vocabulary.
Hero to her people..
Angela Davis.
Earth is what she moved..
Venomous were how her words came across..
Irreplaceable to this day..
Lives is what she changed.
Incredible devotion.
Surrendering wasn't in her vocabulary.
Hero to her people..
Angela Davis.
She was as beautiful as the dawn shining off freshly tilled soil
Fertile, rich, cool, and totally unspoiled
Men would stare from every corner of the room
Heads had to turn to follow her making them all swoon
Tall, strong, with a headful of thick dark hair
How she hated walking into a room and feeling them all stare
It was said that no other came before her matching her intensity
And that as she walked she floated almost defying gravity
The angular jar and high cheekbones she bore
Made her face perfect upon first glance a perfect eyesore
From her Nana before her who was petite, pretty, and proper
To her mother whose curves were legend, a real show stopper
It was biological for sure, with a little Italian thrown in
This French/Canadian beauty, she was mixed from birth surely to be a win win
As she aged it didn’t matter, the men they still did scatter
When she walked in a room, they moved, focused, and stopped all of their chatter
Just a feeling, a look, a head turn
This girl had it all, but she never would learn
Until she got old, looked in the mirror, and the story it told
To her grandson and his children, she remained revered and bold
My Nunna was the most beautiful woman in the world
From her long fingers right down to her waist-length hair that curled
I’m serious, the little boy said, I kid you not
Take a look at this picture, it is of my Nunna, and no one has ever forgot
Because once you see her, you cannot disagree
Not ever was there a beauty like her, she was oh so carefree
No matter your age, surely you will agree that after you see
The picture of my Nunna, she remains as precious to all especially me
Fertile, rich, cool, and totally unspoiled
Men would stare from every corner of the room
Heads had to turn to follow her making them all swoon
Tall, strong, with a headful of thick dark hair
How she hated walking into a room and feeling them all stare
It was said that no other came before her matching her intensity
And that as she walked she floated almost defying gravity
The angular jar and high cheekbones she bore
Made her face perfect upon first glance a perfect eyesore
From her Nana before her who was petite, pretty, and proper
To her mother whose curves were legend, a real show stopper
It was biological for sure, with a little Italian thrown in
This French/Canadian beauty, she was mixed from birth surely to be a win win
As she aged it didn’t matter, the men they still did scatter
When she walked in a room, they moved, focused, and stopped all of their chatter
Just a feeling, a look, a head turn
This girl had it all, but she never would learn
Until she got old, looked in the mirror, and the story it told
To her grandson and his children, she remained revered and bold
My Nunna was the most beautiful woman in the world
From her long fingers right down to her waist-length hair that curled
I’m serious, the little boy said, I kid you not
Take a look at this picture, it is of my Nunna, and no one has ever forgot
Because once you see her, you cannot disagree
Not ever was there a beauty like her, she was oh so carefree
No matter your age, surely you will agree that after you see
The picture of my Nunna, she remains as precious to all especially me
