LORD LOVES LORI

LORD LOVES LORI

Little Lori bright and ample

Like she lives on eggs as staple

Lori’s mama’s lean and simple

Like her humble friendly chuckle.

Lori’s papa’s dark and rumbles

Like a mill of charcoal marbles

When he giggles he fits and trembles

As he guzzles gin and gambles.

By: Walter Lelei (Kaplong)

UNFINISHED MASTERPIECE

UNFINISHED MASTERPIECE

He rises up to the first cock’s crow,

Three dozen strides, It’s his field of corn,

Three hours in, first drops down his brow;

…..

Picks up his coat, dusts up his shoes,

Fills up his cart, Giddy up his horse,

Time to call it a rest;

His piece anyway, the best.

Whistles all the way up hill,

Waves to Johnny at the mill,

Along the way passersby smiles;

Hiding their envy, greener than bile.

By: Gregory Lelei (Kaplong)

FERN FANACY

FERN FANACY

I strode around the ruins in a dreamy haze

As I strove to recall whose room used to be whom

A ‘fore the monster boomed with its steel broom

And left in a haste our tenement yard in messy maze.

“They never warned us,” We all wondered.

“Lord my sick Mom’” A lass wondered.

“Should we demonstrate” A lad considered.

“Not with all these police” A lady warned.

Once my daze had turned into sobriety

I saw lush Ferns plenty in variety

Like we used to mingle in our small society

Despite our lack of mental liberty

I can stand and smite this man-eat-man anomaly

By: Walter Lelei (Kaplong)