If you are that biased.?
Just remain silent.'
Speech without freedom..
Is as travestry, within hippocracy'
Un-sanitized adulterized
Formalised lunacy, thats plain
To see, should you? ask me.'
The elephant packed his trunk
ere leaving home with a load
and looked down his nose before crossing
to see what's on the other side of the road
as the tumbler pigeon
be it ever-so humble
when airborne
was compelled to tumble
and the spinner dolphin
without a care
continued to spin
while in the air
yet not one of them did such antics
to amaze amuse or impress man
but only and simply...
because they can
Jack-o'-lantern greeter at the door
Children scared at the sight of gore
~ Ghouls goblins and much more
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
An almost dwarf from ukraine'
Who is real fond of warfare and gain
Got to the 'white house to barter'
Yet ended up starters
For calling; out' unsavoury names'
He then went to starmer'
another no charmer'
Causing Britian, much
anger and shame'
I hear daily its people complain!
A crunch of snow
Alerts the prey
To freeze…
Or flee
A cat
Shakes it paws
Thinking
“shoulda used the litter box”
A dog
Rolls happily
Wrestling
Its inner puppy
The metallic sound
Of shovels
Mutes
The mumbled curses
Sparrows wait
For sunrise warmth
And the boring
Breakfast special
balmy at the poles
the quiet catastrophe~
a current standstill
***
a mockingbird sings
mimicking bird melodies ~
comedic chorus
a hummingbird sips
while vibrant feathers flutter ~
a rapid refresh
a hungry bluejay
squawks and shrieks at the feeders ~
blue feathered bully
a cedar waxwing
quickly steals fresh tree berries ~
flying masked bandit
a barred owl whistles
while camouflaged in a tree ~
a prey stalking pursuit
Our stuffed animal, Marcus
rarely, if ever, barks at us
While our octopus, sultry Sadie
has better arms than Tom Brady
And our favorite raccoon, Cameroun
grins when stars tickle the moon
My feline’s eyes reflect her ginger hues.
She follows my man everywhere she can.
Her tracking sight chases away the blues.
But when squirrels discovered her, they ran.
She travels with us, a definite plus.
She likes to go fast, so step on the gas.
She ignores all limits. Yes, cats can cuss!
She likes to fish, quietly, wait for bass.
A middle-aged cat can still be a brat.
She gnaws on my cord like something abhorred.
But a yell from the man cancels all that.
With an innocent look, she drops the cord.
A cat in the house trumps any old mouse.
All her checks done, she’s asleep on my blouse.
A foursome of squirrels wait
As the turkeys on three
Putt out.
The pond ripples
As the lone goose
Ponders his choice
Dog park spaniels run free
Their owners
Left holding the bag
A window cat
Salutes the sun
Feline yoga
John G. Lawless
©1/14/2023
as cardinals nest
lost within the red maple…
old squirrels chatter
a house cat wanders
nose pressed against the window….
once a predator
lone caterpillars
Rumpelstiltskin weavers of….
future butterflies
faded beauty mourns
casting petals to the wind…
a swirl of sadness
John G. Lawless
©9/27/2022
When players take part in a sport,
At times they may prance and cavort
But it spoils the game
(Though the crowds are aflame)
When deportment comes up a bit short.
Like in tennis, one player’s disdain
For decorum had some folks complain.
His opponent was peeved
Since a win was achieved
While his goal seemed to just entertain.
I’d mixed feeling while watching the match.
The excitement was easy to catch.
Still, attention was paid
Not to shots that were made
But to antics the winner’d unlatch.
***My Day Yesterday***
Woke at 5 a.m., but oddly then forgot
To gaze alert to the sun’s rising.
Went for my bi-yearly do at the beauty
Salon where a young woman tired her arm
Waving a wand over me for nearly three
Hours. I emerged mesmerized, merry,
But of course, not like I once was,
For the once-and-future dreams don’t
Endure, tho do abide other ambits.
I opined on my decline as I pet the pups, passing hours
Choosing fabrics while I listened to TV
News to be sure Europe was still there;
Had sweet potatoes and salmon for
Supper, which I think I thought was luncheon;
Handled emails with friends; heard
Two-dozen scam phone calls ring on unanswered;
Looked out my window, so sad as I’d missed
The fall of dusk; sighed; reached for
A pastel at midnight — too late to begin
— I sent hushed regrets to my canvas;
Pulled over my blanket with a prayer
Unable to recall closing my eyes.
——————————————————————————————
(c) sally youngeslinger 2/11/22
Thanks be to God…
The noise level is ridiculous.
Students are turned in their seats; a no no during a pandemic.
Rooster noises waft through.
We don’t know where they come from, due to the masks.
There is a Soprano’s scream, some stomping.
We catch these students; we can see their shoes.
Dilbert stands up and wiggles his bottom.
He is in fourth grade, and never gets the attention he seeks.
No one notices Dilbert; this is a regular event during lunch.
The masks are up now, and the noise level is up.
Hooting and barking will commence soon.
As far as I am concerned, fourth grade has had their recess.
At the expense of us lunch supervisors.
They value their antics
Not worth their aunties
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