I have not been to Mongolia; not in a snowstorm;
not ever. It would be hilarious to sniff the summer fluff
of a downy storm. Like thousands of geese moulting.
I motor around my study or a study of my mind –
if there’s a difference, of course.
It is here that I catch a tiger by the tail.
Any other way would be distinctly dangerous
like motoring in Mongolia in a snowstorm
although sometimes I fear all the birds
on my bird clock (there are twelve)
will fly down and strike at once
“Get a life! Get a life!”
Well, I would if there were some road
to Mongolia; some vintage car with bells
and horn, and a canopy for the snow –
yes, then I would get a life filled with adventure
and grow young; I would quite cut the mustard
with Genghis Khan or nubile ladies who would pose
on my bonnet -- or any other part of me -- as long as they
held onto the tail of the tiger while I took a shot –
at the oriental beauties, naturally; not the tiger …
still I have looked into the eyes of a tiger and his eyes
had sleep in them and also dreams of a far-away place
not very unlike my thinking of Mongolia; an old Studebaker
broken down and pulled up a Gobi Desert hump
by the tail of a tiger in a snowstorm
until the tail disappears around a bend
and this is a true story that happened one afternoon
during a shower of rain
when I had contemplated a glass of red
and rowed across a river instead, to a tavern
while sitting in front of a blank computer face
not knowing there was no current
reason to motor across Mongolia at the end
of the tail of a tiger, shivering in snow.
Author notes
The author often publishes on the Winklings Account.
Free Verse. Exotic nature images enforce a satire, the imperative "To get a life!"
The first person is not me but a persona ... any person who never gets out and does something exciting in the world of nature.
In a list
A contest entry
- Win $50, and be published in the next Allpoetry Book! by Kevin.
400 points, ended January 15, 77 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - ENTER YOUR BEST PW by Rebekah-Ann.
700 points, ended September 2, 8 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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I absolutely love the witty poem you penned! Congratualions with the trophee and the success that you have already had with this poem in respect to the publishing and also to read it to the audience! I sometimes wonder if everyone can "hear" what is being said.
I enjoyed the alletaration and word-play so much. You have great talent.
Take care my friend
Becks
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Becks, Can you delete this poem from your contest?
Silly me! I did not see it had to rhyme.
Ron.
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Oh I remember this one! it incited a most silly voyage with a bottle of red wine and my muse after reading
A most inspiring pen, with wit and charm and a pure delight to read aloud, congratulations on the upcoming publish! 
love and blessings, Sandi


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I am humbled
that a reverie has been highly regarded.
Actually, 100 years after the first Paris to Peking race, the father of my Cardiac Rehab. unit nurse (a Mr Digby) led a group on a centenary the other way. From China through Mongolia, Russia to Europe and finally Paris AND in vintage cars. I know of this first hand and what a way "To Get A Life". He put me to shame!
Thank you Elizabeth for catching on to my understated purpose and timed humor.
Thank you Kevin for providing this opportunity.
I congratulate all finalists, most of whose poems I admire. One is honored and pleased.
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Our minds, often with the help of our computers, offer up adventures in places we might not otherwise have had the pleasure to visit.
Your poem opens up new horizons with its sureal quality. A delightful piece and a pleasure to read
Congratulations on the well deserved Silver in this prestigious contest which means a spot for you in the upcomeing allpoetry book.
Dee


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Dee
Thank you for your loyalty in recognizing this "strange" poem, in a way.
Do read my explanation above.
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Wow, this is an unexpectedly fun and dare I say, cheeky, response to the call of the wild! Congrats on your ensuring a spot in the upcoming publication, Ron - I couldn't be happier for you.


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What a beauty
Wow this is truly amazing, I love how you brought out the eyes of the tiger...
still I have looked into the eyes of a tiger and his eyes
had sleep in them and also dreams of a far-away place
not very unlike my thinking of Mongolia; an old Studebaker
I really like how you have put this stanza together. It is absolutly gorgous!!
This poem is gorgous all around and I've never been to Mongolia, but you make it sound so fantastic, and how...I'm not sure, but it almost places the reader in your snowstorm, like being placed on a far distant isle somewhere, looking into the eye of the storm, but loving every moment spent there, seeing mystical creatures, but suspending your mind....to straight wonder!
Congratulations to such a beautiful peice. -
Sir, your name in your author's notes, please.
Hm. I meant to just read this and do something else, but I have truly forgot what I intended to do instead of getting lost inside this miraculous stream of consciousness.
There are so many things here that I'm sure you meant differently, but I managed to apply to my life.
This, sir, is fantastically done.

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what a beautifully descriptive piece of poetry. I read this before, and set it aside. I have since read it twice more and each time I see more in it. This does have a surreal quality, but it opens emotions in the reader as it unfolds. What a beautiful quality in a poem.


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Dear Paula
You are a heroine to have read this piece of imagination three times, sweet poet! I have been invited to read this poem in May with three or four others at the Seaside city of Maroochydore to an invited and critical audience. Also, this poem comes out in a classy literary magazine here in Australia in OUR winter issue of it. It is called "Island Press".

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This is a great one to have for reading material here, Ron. Catching a tiger by the tail; is how I feel when trying to organize my thoughts..lol..
To me this epitamizes the writing process.
I love the imagery you created with this one, surreal, and yet more real to me, than most reads. This one more than deserved recognition, so thank you for sharing this one!


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You are younger than Springtime
to say these flattering things. I am honoured by your judgements. Thank you, dear Kathleen.
R.
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I liked reading this, it has a very dreamlike quality, a very good stream of conscience.
I love all the imagery your words provoke in this piece, especially when you compare snow to geese moulting!
Its a rather surreal piece, yet has such a good flow that it is easy to read and very entertaining! -
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I hope you are soon mended
dear Broken Doll! Thank you for reading the poem and appreciating the evocative tones of it.
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Thanks for entering this. It is an interesting piece. A good read- rather inspired. I've had this feeling after reading a good book. I don't really have any suggestions for the piece at this point. I will think about it and get back to you.
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Thank for entering my contest!
the main undercurrent i got from this poem was a similiar feeling i experienced when i finished reading 'on the road' by jack kerouac.
it was a great buzz in my being like i was tingling all over, kind of like you described here. but the crushing realization that the world has changed so much that a real on the road experienced will be hard to find. -
Too good for the masses
A bit of genius that reveals a shared mental state. Thanks for the overlapping circles. Any idea where I can get a tiger?
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Sweet Chenoa, this poem recently came fifth among 100's of poets, some quite well-known. It was the only poem that I sent. First prize was $1500 so that the contest was high profile. Naturally, I was very pleased with the recognition. Comparisons have been made, i believe, with work of Billy Collins.
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Congratulations then Ron! Wonderful to know the brilliance of this piece was recognised. I would love to see the four that placed above you!
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Sorry, but I write much in the style of pooet laureate of USA Billy Collins. This could be the reason.
Lyndon
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great poem but man I'm confused!!!!! thanks for entering and good luck!
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Thank you Ros. I am trying to not be so effusive and entangled in my poems. This is a style I'm trying to cultivate. Ron.
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Wow! this is a wonderful write.Can I come too.Pretty please.It sounds SOOOO!!!!!! exciting.What places our imagination can take us.A good job too sometimes.It was a pleasure to read something so different, especially the bit about the snow and the snow geese.You have a winner here in my eyes, Ros
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Oh..wow.
I have to read this again, and again...
What a wonderfully woven depiction of growing older on the outside..but not inside.
Well done, Ron, brilliant really.
My new fav of yours.
>roses at your feet!
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I have been meaning to get by and click on this once every day (applause). Here you go!!!
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Very creative! Just checking out the competition here wondering how many applauses one would need to win. One of my favorite Internet haunts is www.trekearth.com and its two related sites, treknature and treklens. You can explore the countries through the eyes (and cameras) of people who do have the means and motive to go to these far away places. Oh, I add some pictures too, but they pale in comparison to most. Anyway, nice poem that I could definitely relate to and I hope to see some more of your work. -
Merveilleux.
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As I believe I have already gushed over this wonderful speciman before, I shall simply applaud with gusto.
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excellent poem
This poem is so full of creativity and I just loved it. The flow was excellent. Just amazing to say the least. Just awesome
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very nicely penned Lyndon, great details through out thank you for sharing and good luck..Linda
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I realy don't know how and where your imagination has gone, but everything are very imaginative, vivid, descriptive and inviting. I would like to go to Mongolia too.
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lol...ok..when you're going there dear grandpa?
Wish you the best luck in the contest.
Shahrzad
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What you be sippin' anyway. . .and this is what you get from a glass of red wine? Perhaps I shall motor around the arctic in a winters blast of heat and catch a sluggish polar bear by the tail. hee, hee.
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Very good write. Good narrative and imagery in this piece. The poem seemed also to have a sense of adventure to it. Just the experience of going to Mongolia or somewhere would be really cool.
Though, I'd probably choose to go to South America or Africa. I alway think if it wasn't for the poverty, they would be such beautiful continents. But, I digress. Great write.
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Jane showed me this one some time ago. It not only provides a peek into your talented mind but was thoroughly entertaining as well. In my next life I want to be that archeologist who goes traipsing through Monogolia looking for dinosaur bones.
Sincerely,
Leo Long
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I see you understand the poem well. I felt refreshed really, especially after a glass of red.
to you Belle.
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Delightful!
Dearest Ron, Rats-darn, I thought the title said 'Magnolia' somewhere in it! It figures that I would think such being from the South and being the nature lover that I am?!
However, you did not let me down with this delightful write. It was simply divine! You truly are a man of farce as well as a talented poet. How does it feel to have the best of both worlds! LOL
Belle
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No. I have much the same feeling. Ron
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I like this immensely.. but then I have had a working relationship with Mongolia for more than 45 years... and once (briefly) studied Mongolian... our teacher was the son of a Shamaness who was allowed to shamanize even under Communism as a means of displaying "folklore"
And yes, the poem is certainly up to the best of your talents...
But, NO, I shall not give it an applaud now, since I find the whole idea of this competition - and the soliciting for applauds it has provoked - rather distasteful... But to show there is no ill-feeling, once the competition is over - and provided that it does not slip my memory - I shall give you an applaud then!
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This is a very good write that you had penned here good luck in my contest























