Gene Bourne Poet Rhyme

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Meter -  Alternating  Iambic Tetrameter - Cateletic  with Iambic Trimeter - Acateletic.

 

Rhyme -  A-B / A-B

with final couplet - A-A

How, When and Why

According to my neighborhood, 
(All experts on the topic), 
Opinions vary, none too good, 
One called it "Catastrophic". 

Exterminators sigh, refrain 
Condolences, I'm sorry. 
At City Hall, they're shocked, exclaim
They have no such Department 
 

To know that squirrels are running wild, 
I hear them as they scamper. 
An attic is a sacred place, 
Secure, not meant to tamper. 

Their next move, chewing all the wire 
And gnawing through the rafters. 
I hear them squeak a vermin's choir 
And hear my own crazed laughter. 

That life dare heave this final ho, 
But agents know thier timelines. 
The hours when the house is shown,
Their outdoor play, the best time.

I also left the scheduled due
When freight train horns will pass through.



Gene Bourne
08-26-14




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James Horn August 12, 2018 at 2:11 PM Who was Trump's final ho Is what we all want to know And who was it that told you so. Check out my stress poem.

Gene Bourne September 13, 2014 at 5:53 AM Dear Phyl....sorry for the typos. The beginning of Line 4 should read... "warped an inch" (and I call myself a writer) Medications and that old "bug-a-boo" age sneaking up....Love 'Ya...Gene

Phyllis Babcock September 13, 2014 at 12:10 AM We have a squirrel who sometimes goes on the roof but thank goodness has not decided to go into the attic but train is another story we live near a freight yard so trains are a very common sound. Nice poem. love phyl Gene Bourne September 13, 2014 at 5:42 AM Hi, friend Phyl. It's good to hear from you. They got in a little guest house out back. It was my sacred inner sanctum, with piano, easel set up to paint. One of the facia boards bellow the roof slightly warper and inch in one place. They can flatten their body incredibly. Replaced board, squirrels gone. Thanks for reading and the comment ...your friend and fan...Gene

Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser September 12, 2014 at 9:48 AM your third to the last stanza is my fave :) nice one!! Gene Bourne September 12, 2014 at 12:31 PM Thanks for the feedback, Olive. I appreciate your reading the poem. I think I just heard one scamper by. Have a geat weekend...Your PS friend...Gene.

Brenda Meier-Hans September 11, 2014 at 7:44 PM Sounds like my last house but I really enjoyed the trains going through. My dog loved to chase the Squirrels. It's a very cute poem. Gene Bourne September 12, 2014 at 12:38 PM I had a black "Scottie" who ran full speed and the squirrels weren't breaking a sweat. Thanks for the comment, Brenda and reading my poem...I hope you have a good weekend...Your PS friend...Gene

Debbie Guzzi September 4, 2014 at 2:06 PM I know it's not funny but at least its not bats!! Light & Love Gene Bourne September 4, 2014 at 2:34 PM Thanks for the reply, Debbie.......Gene.

Poet Destroyer A September 2, 2014 at 9:41 AM I enjoy your reply... LOL, WOW,, your fam's full of top secrets... :) Linda Gene Bourne September 4, 2014 at 2:36 PM sssshhhhhhhh. :)....GB

Christine Costello August 31, 2014 at 11:04 AM Gene- This poem is charming. The Havoc of these little creatures and to end with the freight train horns-Genius. Faved it. :-) Christine Gene Bourne August 31, 2014 at 7:31 PM Christine...Thank you. I'm happy you liked it and appreciate your comments...Your friend...Gene.

Poet Destroyer A August 29, 2014 at 10:02 AM Hi Gene, is that Black Op's . As in army? Just wondering, thanks for the reply by the way. LINDA Gene Bourne August 29, 2014 at 4:11 PM Hi Linda...Yes as in very, very top secret. Now that he's deceased, I can tell you My uncle worked as an advisor on all that, which he never discuseed. Kelley Johnson was head of the program. My uncle was a genuine genius, but always seemed normal, for he brought his conversation and behavior down to the level of the person he was conversing or socializing with. He could have made a fortune a poker, for he could "count cards" and new the probability of where every card was in everyone's hand. He made a fortune anyway, for they paid the Black Ops personel major bucks. I hope no one reads this and kidnaps me. I swear....my uncle never divulged anything to me :) ...your friend....Gene

Leon Enriquez August 28, 2014 at 9:53 PM Dear Gene: Lovely. Enjoyed this read. All the best then, Leon. Gene Bourne August 28, 2014 at 10:52 PM Hi, Leon. I'm glad you liked the poem. My best to you, as well.....Your PS friend....Gene

Poet Destroyer A August 28, 2014 at 3:32 PM Hi Gene, this was fun to read, well penned :) Awesome rhyme scheme. I have my own I have a nutty squirrels, theory, myself. Love it... now you see me, now you don't. Love Linda Gene Bourne August 29, 2014 at 12:48 AM Hi Linda. Nice of you to drop by. I think "Black OP's studied squirrels when developing Stealth Technology. Always happy to recieve your comments...Your friend,....Gene

Thomas Carney August 28, 2014 at 1:23 PM Gene Bourne My friend, I hope the higher number rating means one likes this more as I gave you a 7. Let me know if I failed the rating deal. I tried to find an explanation. Your poems are so good it gets to the point where I read 2-3 times and analyze the structure. Impeccable iamblic mixed meter. The story reminds me of 203, a house now empty up for sale by owner. However, the deer, squirrels, raccoon, flying turkeys, moles, you name it, remain. I am picturing our cornice...... Gene Bourne August 29, 2014 at 12:54 AM Hi, friend Thomas...thanks so much for your comments. I think 7 is good. I know you have a special feeling for houses now...and know 203 will find loving owners. Glad to see you on PS. No comparison with 'the dark side".....Your friend...Gene

Jerry T Curtis August 28, 2014 at 6:33 AM I know how those squirrels can make you nuts...lol very well done Gene, it makes me want to read more of you work. Gene Bourne August 28, 2014 at 9:16 AM I pulled an "all nighter" on the PC, dozing off and catching myself. Once, my head slowly drifted down, where my nose was directly between the Shift and the "Z' key....a full monitor of Z's. I thought his was very appropriate. I thought this poem was ready to post. Sixteen "Edits" later, I have a feeling there are still Meter mistakes....I'm not a Squirrel hater, or anything....but they're not the friendliest critters I've encountered. Thanks for you comments, Jerry. They are appreciated....Your PS friend....Gene.