My svelte bushy tailed cat, Hamilton, whose praises I laud,
Leapt onto my lap and purred in an agitated manner because,
they knew something had changed, her life altered,
things would not be the same from then on,
cats sense these things at once, they sense what is happening,
and will act at once without the slightest delay,
Hamilton, a character so utterly charming,
as the feline of the species can be,
how many times in the past did she,
whisk away things belonging to me,
and that guilt free smirk so innocent methinks,
why me no I wouldn’t steal and hide your books,
or tear them to shreds just to draw,
attention and dare me to play with her,
the way she crept in that dainty trot whilst on the prowl,
her antics were legion and so were her cat laugh tricks,
but she cast a fix stare and whined so loud,
the taxi outside beeped, hamilton knew I was going away,
It touched me so as I slowly detached from her tense clasp,
I waved to this pet of mine tearfully as she stared from the window
bad sleep
watch beeped
she rose
morose
what woes?
who knows?
pained sighs
wet eyes
her heart
torn part
her sky
might cry
In buses, on bikes, as passengers in Ubers
Faces blur and deeds collide.
Sprint down streets, stuck behind the slow,
always in passing I see stories unfold.
Quick check behind in case of cars,
None in sight but there's a beep.
Cyclists are invisible to pedestrians with places to be.
Taxi beeps at taxi and beeped at hops out
To harass the beeper with a wagging finger.
Apology, apology, I demand apology!
Delivery driver on a monster truck e-bike;
Near miss with a clueless tourist.
It's all too much for one man to keep.
I try to write them as they happen
but seconds pass and the moment is gone.
Passing, always passing, these moments with people
that we'll never know
but for a second,
laid bare on their face is themselves
whole and complete.
Each day has a second to be remembered.
Gather them, pick them, stuff them in your pockets.
Each day has a second for us all.
In the study, bright and sunny,
I thought I'd try something funny.
Three minutes, that's all I need I cried,
As I set my timer, pen and paper aside.
I brewed my thoughts, to nice and hot,
Clicked the timer, it proclaimed a plop.
The words danced, swirled in a muse ballet,
Melding to a happenstance touche.
But, soon my thoughts began to drift,
To coffee and toast, as a hunger twang miffed.
I'm way ahead with my word play draft,
Surely there's time to pause my craft.
Suddenly the timer beeped, too late it cried.
My poem lay there soft, with runny white inside.
Just like a par boiled egg, it was yucky, half-done.
Poems like eggs, need full time run, to be finespun.
Arguing with inanimate objects
Can be very distressing
To them
My Roomba drove itself down the stairs
The Keurig switched to decaf
Alexa told me where to go
Siri filed for a restraining order
My iphone deleted the “find my phone” app
My robot pet brought poop into the house
When I hit the “autopark” button
My car parks itself around the corner from the house
My security cameras only watch what I’m doing
My drone took off with a raven
I googled “How to get rich”
It told me to sell my organs
I checked my heart rate on my apple watch
It said “faster – you’re still breathing”
While hiking my phone beeped
The message read…
You are entering a dead zone…STAY THERE.
mum said she needed a stiff drink
me, at the wheel,
closing my eyes and actually praying
a rented car, a wide car
narrow roads
tractors and horses
getting my brexercise
not knowing how to use the GPS
getting beeped at the first crossroads
on returning the vehicle
Linfold, at the car rental place
gave me a fist bump
he said to me you're a great driver
then he walked around
the other side
a scratch along the door
a dented wing mirror
we took buses for the rest of the trip
They built an A.T.V.
and sent it to Ganymede.
It was programmed to go
here and there.
Time passed,
NASA diminished,
there were staff depletions.
The unit sensed
that it had been abandoned.
Eons skipped on by
the worse got worse,
The moon-buggy (for Ganymede is a moon),
watched as planet earth
went POOF
dispersing like dandelion seeds
on a solar wind.
If the space-cart could have shrugged,
it would have
however, it just softly beeped,
kept moving from there to over there.
Turns out it had a really, really good battery.
I had a dream, a pleasant dream,
A dream in which was only peace…
No wars, no hate, no crime, no tears,
Only peace each day for men.
All evil ways were cast away
And only good deeds did man do.
No one went hungry, all were filled
With good fresh food each man grew.
Then came a time… I had to go…
Return to living life for real.
So, I awoke to singing birds
And two men outside fighting.
Some harbor ships were blaring roars,
Off-loading, loading at their docks
And morning traffic beeped and honked.
I said to me…“Welcome home”
W.C.Hull © 2020-27-5-WCH10
Hectic day, the device beeped incessantly:
Salient, superficial, attended all, not to skip,
the vital from the plethora of logs.
Voices buzzed interminably : known, alien,
the bulk superficial and unknown;
Irritated, lulled the apparatus to silence;
urged own moments from the bustles!
That mercy on the mode,
the lulling turned erroneous; fateful!
Rued the decision; the most urged one,
was missed like never before!
Irony! Took the tool to ring back; came another,
vital one, as clarion call.
Engrossed in the pivotal, forgot the ring, missed again;
no sooner did arrive, reclined, took the device to recall.
Fated! On that very moment, the gadget beeped again,
to convey the harrowing, the man behind the missed call, was no more!
The abrupt demise of the yearned voice, numbed the core!
Dumbfounded! how could that be the last call?
That last glimpse! That intimate husky voice!
Unable to hold the irrevocable;
Unruly drops rolled down from the sterling eyes unbidden:
A mere heave: could have catched that beep of the last call!
Example for my contest.
DUMBSTRUCK-DK
I drove past this girl...on Sunset & Vine
I couldn't see her face...so I beeped at her behind
When she turned around...I nearly hit a caravan
Because the girl that I had beeped at...was an ugly long-haired man
So I drove on down the road...and I passed a lonesome guy
There was something attractive about him...and I admit, it caught my eye
When he turned around...I nearly hit a pick-up truck
Because a beautiful girl turned around...so I felt a bit- dumbstruck!
Had to get some blood work
As my doctor did demand
So I walked up to the lab
With my appointment in my hand.
A few were there before me
As we checked in one by one.
They would text when they were ready;
I could wait out in the sun.
My cell phone beeped; I went inside
Where others sat in chairs.
“Appointment lady!” I was called,
Eliciting some stares.
I guess most folks were walk-ins;
My appointment really paid.
With some clicks on the computer,
They, too, might have made the grade.
I had a dream, a pleasant dream,
A dream in which was only peace…
No wars, no hate, no crime, no tears,
Only peace each day for men.
All evil ways were cast away
And only good deeds did man do.
No one went hungry, all were filled
With good fresh food each man grew.
Then came a time… I had to go…
Return to living life for real.
So, I awoke to singing birds
And two men outside fighting.
Some harbor ships were blaring roars,
Off loading, loading at their docks
And morning traffic beeped and honked.
I said to me…“Welcome home!”
W.C.Hull © 2020-WCH10-WCH1-10 PPS
W.C.Hull © 2020-H1438-2548-I52-K52-16-L59-16
A cat crept out of hiding
To ambush was she gliding
Toward a mouse, unaware
Whose time he was a-biding
The tiny mouse did sniff the air
His nostrils poking here and there
Pricked his head up in alarm
His radar beeped, 'Better beware. '
Stealthily the cat advanced
The mouse's feet fairly danced
As the cat's paw swiped thin air
The mouse long gone, off he'd pranced
This simple game of cat-and-mouse
You too can play it, in your house
Just make sure that you're the mouse
If you'd like to keep your spouse
"Kevin"
Drug buy,
for one it went good.
Drug buy,
for one it went bad.
You see Kevin,
wore high heeled sneakers.
You see Kevin,
was his junkies' keeper.
But one day;
the junkie didn't have it,
so Kevin didn't give it,
but the junkie had to have it,
but Kevin didn't get it.
So when his beeper beeped beeped,
the Junkie popped popped.
And when his beeper beeped beeped.
his heart beat beat,
"Stopped."
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“In Truth, He Lies”
(Kevin’s Funeral)
Preacher screams,
"He's goin’ to heaven",,
Kendra cries,
"Wake up Kevin",,
Momma sighs,
"Baby, don't cry",,
Grandma weeps,
"Kevin's asleep",,
Grandpa states,
"Resting his eyes",,
But when Momma screams,
"wake up Kevin",,
Grandpa weeps,
and then we all cry,
But to me,
It don't matter none.
Whether Kevin's in Hell,
for what he's done.
But the truth is,
Kevin lies.
In that casket,
before my eyes,
And the coffin keeps,
such still remains.
But will the coffin keep,
what still remains?
NoelsArt
Comments: Above is a poem about Kevin, a drug dealer. Added this week is Kevin’s Funeral poem. FEEDBACK WELCOME
The cat was purring
And she stroked
Its soft fur.
Another lonely Valentine’s
Day with only
The grey cat.
The green eyes
Seemed to glow
Like oblong lights.
If only she
Could attract someone
Who liked cats!
Wouldn’t that be
An indicator of
Ordained, divine compatibility?
The dating application
On her computer
Beeped an advice.
Someone had read
Her humble profile
And moved on.
Another beep sounded
The same viewer
Had miraculously returned.
A message icon
Appeared left screen
Blinking so mockingly.
Nervously she clicked
Reading the message
“I love cats.”
"Who are you?"
She typed and
Pressed “enter”.
This was written for a 99 word challenge, hence the change in the final line.
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