Bards of the Lake

Poetry sharing among the Lake Cane community

Tom's Poetry Contest Rules

1. Keep your toe in the water (Try to make a connection with something aquatic)

2. Keep it on a calendar page (Shoot for something between a Haiku and a Sonnet)

Our November 2020 Poetry Winner

Flow

By Samia Diouri I want flow like water, Find my path of least resistance, Recognition of my reflection in others, In the ripples of consciousness, Know my soul is a drop in the ocean, And my love is a river, My wounds are but canyons etched over time, I let go and resign to the rain filled valleys, And surrender to the divine.

November 2020 Poetry Submissions

The Mermaids of Lake Cane

Dec 2, 2020

By Michael Zahn

“Mermaids at night, sailors take fright.”
(Ancient adage that I just made up.)
Many a sailor has gone insane
upon spying the mermaids of Lake Cane.
After a night of too much beer,
these sailors claim that they can hear
the mermaids sing in tones divine:
“Do not fear, the water’s fine.”
In dead of night, in full moonlight,
the mermaids lure the sailors in
with flips of their tails and saucy grins.
As legend tells it, the sailors succumb
because they’re drunk (and also dumb).
Next morning, the sailors wake in their beds
with soaking wet clothes and huge throbbing heads.
Ask them what happened, you’ll only get groans
and pleas that you speak in much gentler tones.
The fable ends here, the moral is clear:
If, while drinking too much Yuengling,
you think that you hear mermaids singing,
and it sets your senses tingling,
let those feelings slide right past.
Ahoy! Avast! A midnight splash would be half-mast.
Batten your hatches! Put down all beers, including Pabst.
Don’t lose your head, set sail for bed,
‘cause the mermaids of Cane are creations to dread.

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Myst’ry Bog

Nov 12, 2020

By Laura Cole

I have a story, oh, to tell
That many oft have whispered still
It’s ‘bout a man who legend speak
But myst’ry does so ‘round him leak…

If ever were one should to ask
No, best, if you should better bask
Within the deep dark watery bog
Should find yourself that gruesome log…

Don’t worry, ah, he cackles so
The water’s fresh, now in you go
But once you enter, soon you’ll know
You’re the bait for his new show…

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Lake Cane is our cathedral.

Nov 9, 2020

By Michael Zahn

Lake Cane
is our cathedral.
The wild creatures
are our choir.
They sing of Cane
a sweet refrain.
They speak in tongues,
but this is what they surely say:
Fill this lake with love
for those below
and those above.
Let all enjoy
and play
and pray
and work unceasingly
day after day
to ensure
that Cane stays pure
so its allure
will endure.

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Storms of Life

Nov 9, 2020

By Suzanne S. Austin-Hill

Seasonal contests wage between storm clouds and sunset…

Darkening shades of gray, hints of black sit heavy,

Pushing down forcibly upon the streaks and stripes of soft pinks, faint purples and
inevitable feisty oranges that mark day’s end…

But even clouds fully-laden with turbulent, uncharted waters of challenge and change,

Threatening the status-quo

Must surrender…

…to the colorful palate that resurrects itself as sunrise.

©2011 Suzanne S. Austin-Hill

Photo: Life’s Burdens
Ruskin, FL
October 1, 2020

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Flow

Sep 11, 2020

By Samia Diouri

I want flow like water,
Find my path of least resistance,
Recognition of my reflection in others,
In the ripples of consciousness,
Know my soul is a drop in the ocean,
And my love is a river,
My wounds are but canyons etched over time,
I let go and resign to the rain filled valleys,
And surrender to the divine.

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