Best Alert Poems
*The feline Texan way*
A clean coat of paint - on my nails
Red shade of lips - on my smile
Solid oak charms - on my wrist
Country music - around my core
Flattering eyes - a rustic shell.
Join me in a "Country Girls Tale"
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Every day I draw near the morning dawn,
Abide by the landscape towards the new Texas sun
A track of yellow roses and cactus galore
I brand my name everywhere I travel
Allowing you near the bounds of my Wild West soul
I maintain it above the snake level everywhere I roll
Got my head up like a cowgirl,
Men around my black leather chaps
I tilt my bull hide hat leaving behind a sweet Texas Trail
Driving down a midnight Texan storm
It takes more than raindrops to knock me from my- “2-Steppin’ world.”
A windy ride, bruises under the hide taking it in like- “A Real Cowgirl!”
I got a tight hold on my saddle, holding on to a brighter morrow
Enjoying the voices and the sound
Tex-Mex lingo, round and round
Ropers and Wranglers are how I dress
I'm all covered, except for the top of my chest.
Living’ it up^, down here in the south.
Erin’ the lungs, shooting up the sport
Long necks’ and kissing under a rodeo’ moon.
Honky-Tonk, tattooing the mockingbird.
Down here:
You will see me sitting on the Country ground,
Peacefully staring into the optics of the "Alamo Stars."
Falling with the art found in the flag I hold.
I am The Wild!
I am The West!
“— A little dotty, but civilized!”
Enjoying the morning breeze,
Where the dew sits on the tip of Mother Nature’s tongue.
There and only there you will find me,
Under the brightest Texas Star
A warning sounded on my phone -
An elongated beep -
So loud it must be meant to wake
Whoever is asleep…
Alerting me that there could be,
Within my current range,
A dangerous flash flood, which I
Found really kind of strange.
There is no river and no lake
For many miles around
And certainly no ocean
Barreling towards higher ground.
Yet I was warned, “Stay off the roads
And don’t attempt to drive
For if a flash flood strikes you would
Be lucky to survive.”
The warning did its job and scared me
Near out of my pants.
Although the sun’s come out, you think I’d drive?
No, not a chance!
Weather Alert, Expect Hard Freeze
Miracle Man
October 31, 2023
The weather alert started with a northwest breeze,
and said before morning we’d see a hard freeze.
But this won’t be the earliest freeze I’ve seen,
for it isn’t uncommon to predate Halloween.
The results of this, green leaves will be browned,
and I still had garden hoses laying aground.
Each year I’m slower doing winterizing chores,
Just the thought of winter drives me indoors.
I’ve put things on hold too numerous to mention,
a warm cozy fire always steals my attention.
The furnace must be checked before turning it on,
and all large windows heavy drapes to be drawn.
It’s hard to get motivated feeling chained to a walker,
I guess my main fear is I’m becoming a balker.
Early each morn I have thoughts about writing,
but most thoughts of late aren’t overly inviting.
And Jesus loves me!
BBC News Alert
Somewhere in France
In the Countryside
A farmer has been arrested
For molesting an old cow
A drunken old hag was on all fours
Crawling around in his field
He, having had his wine and baguette
Thought he had forgotten one cow
Off he went to fondle and milk her ****
Turned out they were as dry as prunes
The cow in English barked; get your hands off of me
To which the pour farmer replied in absolute shock
Merde! Why you cow who barks, you speak English!
How can this be?
She replied I am not a cow you blind old farmer
I am a mooing poet of sorts
I dropped my dictionary in some cow dun here
Can’t seem to tell the difference between the two
I understand replied the farmer
Like me looking at you and a cow
Was very confusing indeed
Well I shall take me leave you old blind fart
The farmer snorted
Let me cut the fence open for you
She crawled back onto the road
Whereby the farmer was arrested
(Alsace has left wing laws it seems)
For letting his cow wander
Upon the intellectual property
Of France
Mischievous monkeys swing while
boisterous birds bring a smile.
Earthy smell so full of life,
jungle energy is rife.
a jueju (qijue) written March 29, 2017
Broken Wings' Form J contest (jueju/jungle)
Purple black skies hang
Over mountainous sea's surge
Coastguard hears Mayday
alert frog
sitting on a log
splash
One hundred years of hell
And a hundred more of pain
Why did I stop you hanging there
So you could hurt me again
I came gracefully granted your wishes
Healed all the pain
I had a word with God
Wh also helped me again
Now my world is empty
No guitar notes left to play
Why why why
Did you have to try and hang yourself that day
What now can I find that will brighten my world
The rain falls constantly as if its been hurled
What was a thing of beauty
Has turned into a dark force
The princess, I was the angel, you named me
All reminders and sweet remorse
Tears I can't even wipe
They just flood right down my face
Hey I thought you loved me
What happened to our special place
How did heaven turn into hell
Did the devil turn up and cast a spell
Or is this just my innocence
A fool awaiting her fate
Were you the devil in a disguise
Me In your world of hate
Did you trick me
Did you fool me
Just to bring me pain
Will you return
I doubt it
I wont ever let you again
I fought your evil demons
I faced every bit of your fear
Once again I turn around
You have left me here
Like a shadow I now remember its spell
Did you reverse my magic
Did you cause my hell?
Whatever you did you did it well
My God!
what's in yond wind yee broke
doth burn mine eyes
and make me choke.
Such bitter breeze
such wafting savour
assaults mine senses
which flee in terror!
No sewage pit
nor stagnant mire
cans't rival thine
unholy power.
A road dead skunk
in a summer's swelter
would smell more like a rose
most precious flower.
What cursed perfume
thou villainous rouge
doth linger in thine wake
be gone and find your mom I say
it's her turn for goodness sake!
Many words of fabrication said
To justify one’s fatal end
Innocent blood to be shed
For love of colour red,
Soon to hell he’ll go
Leave behind though
Broken hearts
Ne’er to
Mend.
© Harry J Horsman 2022
I am asked for the access code that will expire 15 minutes after
behind the curtains
someone is nervously tapping their foot on the floor
creaking
I'm waiting in my imaginary world,
even though I haven't been for a long time
I created my reasons and opinions
if longing cannot create spaces in between
then who creates so much space between the suspension points..
with them it's all clear...
those who are healing will need
room to rest
if
their last words were not:
God, how do I step over this maze?!
maybe they still haven't decided which labyrinth would be preferred
in the place of greenery too many shadows been gathered
some walk in their hands
some walk in their heads
others walk in their soul
if I tell someone else the password of my imaginary
world,
after which ellipsis points
will got hit by the
REALITY?
Alone, and afraid…
Where’s my Mommy?
I can’t find Daddy.
I begin to cry.
And scream for some help.
They can’t hear me.
It’s far too loud.
For a young one…
With a little voice.
Where am I?
It’s cold here…
And scary?
I know
I’ve been…
Left.
Shop for me secretly in your neighborhood; a watermarked
Couriered check will be sent for you to immediately cash
At your bank. Take your $300 fee; then, wire the remaining
Money to Canada or maybe to Cebu in the Philippines
As soon as you split the 4850 dollars into two payments.
Let me know you have completed your assignment by
Email. Be sure to answer the questions in a detailed
Report, including the place where you send the wire
Transfer to the other mystery shopper in that country.
amber eyes alert
summers forest hides the cat...
poised to strike its prey
The temperature plummeted to 26 last night
I figured something like that
When I discovered the cats
On my bed
Together
In fact, side by side
Actually touching;
No batting or hissing involved
So according to Fluffy,
Hades froze over