A Little Sleepy Fella – A Riddle

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I’m fast and tiny, undisputed

seems in Europe am I rooted.

But now I exist ‘cross half the Earth

where I sleep I feed and I give birth.

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Twice a year I have a litter

of four to six the same ol’ critter.

I live in nature, cute and free

Don’t hold me as pet, no good for me.

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I live in families most of the time

I hunt on the ground, but I can climb!

We’re many sorts and some extinct

small ones big ones in all tinct.

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I’m a rodent, cute as hell

a delicacy to old Romains, I can tell.

I’m omnivorous, I run and cheep

but six month of a year I spend in sleep.

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I am fast, I need no spur

my tail is covered all in fur.

Living out in nature, I don’t like no house

I’m hard to guess – I’m a dormouse.

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(Copyright Aurora Jean Alexander, October 2017)

 

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A dormouse is a rodent, but not a mouse. They mainly live in Europe and Africa, but lately had been discovered in Asia too. Dormice are omnivorous and a favorite prey for owls.

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When I Was Young And Green (Fall Poem)

There was a time, eons ago

when I was tiny, ready to grow.

First, I was a bud, hidden and brown

but ready to wear a bright green gown.

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Not long after one could see

I was growing, breaking free

of my dark coat, ready to stun

and stretching out towards the sun.

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I grew, my veins were clearly shown

wet of rain, even windblown

I was strong, healthy and lean

and my brand new skin was of bright green.

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Summer sun, heat and shower,

no matter what’s the natures power

couldn’t break me or inflict sprain

I held on through smile and pain.

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But suddenly, I didn’t know

my coat had lost it’s greenish glow.

without I ever had been said

it turned from green into a red.

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I felt I got weaker by the day

like getting older no joke, no play.

I already saw my siblings fall

and I’m scared to hear my own last call.

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It’s already hard holding on

through night and day until the dawn.

hosts thick coat has badly thinned

And I’ll be lost – a falling leave in autumn wind.

*****

(Copyright Aurora Jean Alexander, October 2017) 

 

 

When You Don’t Love Yourself

Staring into sadness, is part of what I do

I wish there were some smiles, but no, I’m feeling blue.

Darkness is surrounding me, a hole I just fell in

no chance to see a light beam, just blackness on my skin.

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Feeling useless, feeling unloved, my heart is drying out

a storm is raging inside me, I wish that I could shout.

My lips, they feel like they’re seamed up, please just let me scream

but not one tone is possible, I’m in a black cruel dream.

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Years ago, when I was young I knew that I was bad

I was told often enough – and ugly too, to add.

Never was I good enough, never was seen my heart

to destroy a person efficiently, that too, it is an art.

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Sometimes I wish these people knew how much I am in pain

but I begrudge them all the victory to look and see my strain.

So I keep my mask of happiness, my smiles and all my cheers

and nobody sees that inside of me I drown in a lake of tears.

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Going down the memory lane, my reflection or a pic

scare me and disgust me, my stomach, it feels sick.

Beauty or even prettiness in connection with what I see

has long ago been vandalized and destroyed inside of me.

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I’m ever only just a friend, hidden is my friendship time

nobody wants to be seen with me, like it would be a crime.

Nobody ever sees my pain, what I’m told is cruel and rough

And until this day I’m asking the world: will I ever be good enough?

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Being rejected all my life, over and over again

leaves me empty and in fear; no sun for me, just rain.

No help, no love, no smiles, nobody taking time to mend

my broken self and that is why, I wish it just would end…

 

*****

 

(Copyright Aurora Jean Alexander, September 2017)

 

 

 

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Cuddly Black And Whites – A Riddle

 

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It is day but just as well it’s night

which means it’s dark as well as light.

It doesn’t climb but stays on ground

in all Americas it can be found.

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It is a mammal and a loving one

Mom protects her kids until they’re gone.

Dad doesn’t care, but Mom will be

until baby is ready for family.

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In winter when cold, it goes to sleep

but does not do it very deep.

It wakes up and feeds then goes back

where its sisters sleep in a dozen pack.

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It’s omnivore, means it does eat all

hunting, killing, tear and maul.

It feeds on plants, insects, meat ‘n egg

it shows no mercy, don’t cry and beg.

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They’re alone whenever they don’t breed

they can run with quite surprising speed.

And even though they’re black and white

they aren’t Zebra’s that is right.

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The Great Horned Owl is on the hunt

and catches our mammal pretty blunt.

Wolves, foxes, badgers they stay away

scared of it’s weapon, a bad spray!

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Our little buddy, and there is no wink

can defend himself and badly stink!

Cute and cuddly, a black and white hunk

I’m sure, you guessed: It is the skunk!

 

*****

(Copyright Aurora Jean Alexander, September 2017)

 

 

 

Dancing In The Summer Rain

The air is still and humid, heavy and warm

movement caused by a mosquito swarm.

For days the sun relentlessly has burned

the stone dry ground, no relief, we learned.

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The smell of basil, lavender and thyme

fills the air in summertime.

And still the heat, it is a strain

we all are waiting for the rain.

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In the evening there’s a gush of wind

the humidity has slowly thinned.

The light blue sky is getting gray

like lead the clouds clench up and stray.

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And very slowly the wind blows more

it closes windows and the door.

And then, with joy, and with no grief

the first drop falls down, it’s a relief.

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The raindrops soon dance on the ground

on windows and roofs, we like the sound.

For days and weeks we wanted to hear

the desiderated rain – now it is here.

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The air still warm and I’m invited

to go outside I’m so excited.

It’s like feeling nature on my skin

going outside with a wide grin.

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I catch the drops and feel cooled down

instead of cream, the earth is brown

the grass stands up, and so do plants

when I whirl and spin my summer dance.

*****

(Copyright: Aurora Jean Alexander, July 2017)

 

 

 

 

Dangerous Shadow – A Riddle

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He is strong and he is fast

when he strikes, no prey to last.

He hunts in darkness quite with ease

not on the ground but also in trees

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When he’s hungry, in greatest shape

he kills the monkey and the ape.

On the ground he hunts boar and deer

birds and reptiles live in fear.

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He’s fast as lighting and still is proud

a soft footed hunter who’s never loud.

He lives alone most of his life

two of them end up in strife.

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He’s beautiful but very rare

he’s shy and carries unique hair.

His fur was coveted long ago

he’s almost gone from what we know.

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He can get three feet without the tail

to watch and hunt him ends in fail.

His teeth and claws do make him climb

and hide in trees for quite some time.

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Strong he is, blends in and linked

soon enough he’ll be extinct.

He has been hunted, hauled and stalled…

Clouded leopard is he called.

*****

(Copyright, Aurora Jean Alexander, June 2017)

 

Picture courtesy of: Charles Barilleaux from Cincinnati, Ohio, United States of America – Wet Behind the Ears, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=27166299

Poetry Reading – “Let Your Soul Fly Free To Heaven”

November 7, 2016, in a phase of deepest sadness and depression, I wrote and published a poem, “Let Your Soul Fly Free To Heaven”.

Until this day I’m very much convinced that this is probably the rhythmically best poem I ever wrote, and even though, its theme is heartbreak and sadness, I’m still proud of it. That’s why I submitted this poem to the Poetry Festival Page and had it read by a professional actor.

Today I was informed that the poetry reading had been published on their Website. I immediately clicked the link and found it, together with some information about myself.

“Let Your Soul Fry Free To Heaven” is performed by actress Becky Shrimpton and she does a fabulous job. Thank you very much, Becky! And thank you to “Wildsound Fest” who published it on their YouTube channel.

 

Watch it on the Poetry Festival Website:

Poetry Reading: Let Your Soul Fly Free to Heaven, by Aurora Jean Alexander

 

Or on YouTube:

 

 

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