Poetry Challenge # 33 -- Fable

[Lovie the OG]

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For this week's challenge, I ask that you write a Fable! (click on link for information and examples!)

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one of Indian's most popular Telugu poems. Naani means an expression of one and all.


Here are some ideas to get you started:

Fantasy
Woods
Animals
Your own creative juices. :P

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Have fun, and try using bbcodes to make your Fable look pretty!:)

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[Kitti]

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There was a man who sat alone
Upon the pier outside the house
And every morning I would see him
Patiently baiting his line

During the long days of summer
He would come to me and ask
If I would like to join him
In his seemingly endless pursuit

There was always something more
Things that I had to get done
So each time, I would refuse him
Promise to help him another time

When the old man stopped showing
At first, I did not notice he was gone
But as the days trickled by,
I realized that something must be wrong

Without waiting for me to help him
That old man had passed away
And I never did go fishing, not once
That's all I remember, not those things I had to do.
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[Wizard Secretary Doxa]

[Penguins!]

Somehow I always wanted to be a bird
Being the way I am
With two webbed feet, a bill, and feathers
It still wasn't enough

Every day I envy the little birds
They could fly where they wanted
Exploring the world
Migrating

One day they stopped showing up
The bird was suppose to be fishing
I knew this because I too fished

For a while there were't birds
So I got worried and swam across
Across the ocean and beyond
Until I found a ship

What I saw disturbed me
People without furs or feathers
They caught the birds
Had them in cage

I realize what was happening
Not until it was too late
Every creature has its own predator
That is when I stopped my wish to fly

 

[Ashi]

The Cheater

It was a busy night for "The Hole,"
A seedy bar with patrons surly.
They weren't the type of people to mess with,
Deadly sharks and bruisers big and burly.
Some played billiards and others poker,
Gathered around the tables placing bets,
Gambling with their money and their lives,
The sharks always won, leaving others in debt.
There was only ever one man who won,
A man of many different tricks and trades.
With a pile of money and a smile,
He deceived everyone with his charade.
How eloquent and charming was the man,
At first no one could see through his lies.
But when he proved to be too talented,
The sharks no longer fell for his guise.
After a most profitable game,
The man left to make his way home.
He stuffed his winnings into his bag
And set out on the empty streets alone.
All was calm and quiet 'neath the full moon,
There was not a single soul in sight.
It was a few days before any knew
The man never made it home that night.
Authorities investigated it,
And although never a suspect pinned,
All who frequented "The Hole" knew well
What exactly happened to him.
The money was never recovered,
The man's body was found bruised and beat.
The man became a lasting example
Of what happens to those who cheat.

 

[noodle]

Pen in my hand,
I stare down at the blank page.
It shimmers in the moonlight,
But nothing comes to mind.

I am happy now,
But my mind is empty.
Perhaps that's why all my stories are sad.
For when tears come, so do words.

It is a lesson you learn,
When your mind wants release.
If everything was okay,
There would be nothing to write.

 

[PoetLore]

The Sheepdog and the Mule

The faithful guardian of the sheep
Watched the herd within the glen
And kept them safe from every harm
Til the were rounded up safely in their pen

The mule watched the dog running around all day
Laughing and braying at the his folly
"They're stupid and foolish and wander off
Let them learn their lesson by golly!"

The dog shook his head and kept his watch
"They are gentle and sweet and far too kind
How could I ever allow danger to come
When all I must do is make them mind?"

The mule laughed the louder
"Whatever you say, but I like my way."
"I like the farmer's way myself"
And protected them the rest of the day

But the farmer came out to the glen next day
And set the Mule to work in the field
The Mule didn't like the yoke now the plow
And he stubbornly refused to yield

A whip to his back was the punishment
For his rebellious impertinence
He bucked and fought the whole day long
Til the field was plowed to the sheepfold fence

His back was raw from fighting the yoke
His legs were red from the whip
He watched the dog and sheep beyond
And bowed his head as his tail gave a flip

"I should have heeded your wisdom my friend
For now I have found out too late
That the farmer's ways are higher than mine
And it is better to cooperate"