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Equinox

As the weather softly turns
Beckoning in the Equinox
Clusters of colourful bulbs
Dance and sway in the breeze
Eagles swoop up on thermals
Flying high until they are specks
Golden feathers gleaming amid
Heather glowing white on the hills
Indigo skies with puffy clouds
Jutting into various shapes
Kale drift by lazily snapping flies
Luscious grasses adorn the meadows
Mushrooms appear nestled under trees
Nightingales sweetly sing in Spring
Osprey dive deep for fish
Plunging in time and again
Quaint old fashioned flowers 
Radiant with rainbow colours
Spread rampant in the beds
Tulips dip and bow in greeting
Under the hosta's a dormouse lives
Velvet nose twitching the air
Watching out for birds of prey
Xanado bathed in sunshine highlights
Yellow buttercups which coat the ground as 
Zenith of Spring soon now will fade away.


Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2015


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The Life of A Field

The spring was on the way
time for the farmer to plough
straight lines running parallel
gleaming in the rich red loam

It had laid all winter waiting
now it was time to sow and seed
yellow mustard glinting in the sun
so pretty as it grows in leaps and bounds 

Little animals made their home
borrows in between the roots
even a dormouse always sleepy
soon they scurry off as harvest begins

Harvesters hard at work birds feasting
on those that were far too slow
crops are now gathered in and stored
the horses fallow the field now it rests

This spring the field will remain fallow
all part of the master plan of rotation
it's life is simple following a four year plan
to maximize each year's yield without stress

Following being fallow potatoes go in
these help clear the land of weeds
while adding goodness to the soil
then the golden wheat which the land depletes

Last to go in will be turnips for feed
completing a long term cycle of crops
If it could talk many tales it would tell
of all of the goings on within it's boundaries


Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2013


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A walk in the Woods

The sun was high in the sky, so hot, so unbearable
as the heat bares down, making life, unlivable.

A walk in the woods amongst the trees
tall waving branches makes a cooling breeze

Mystical noises erode from above
like squawking parrots,  making love

The leaves flutter to earth slowly at leisure,
drying to a crunch making walking a pleasure.

Your never alone as you walk these woods, 
ghosts of yesteryears would show if they could.

Instead they guide you along the paths of delight
your face lighting up as you see the sight.

Of butterflies gathered a hundred or more,
wings gently beating cooling their core.

Making a myriad of colour to please the soul
They are the flowers of the forest making you whole

The birds with their splendrous songs of life.
Not always in key their sounds easing your strife

Dont forget the tiny dormouse under the trees
looking for nuts and seeds, hunger to ease.

Find a grass covered mound, sit down ease your feet,
Close your eyes, listen to life from the drivers seat.

Your body is the forest, birds your ears, a tumultuous sound
Your eyes are the butterflies, life, the leaves falling around.

Thinking of these things help keeps your life in control
When life is hard, look within, look to your soul.

Take a walk in the Woods.




Penned 3rd September 2013.

Contest : Caleb Smith  -  In the Woods.


Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2013


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Modern Ways versa Olden Ways

First let us take our friend the horse
a noble creature who serves us well
supplying us with a source of good compost 
ferrying us here and there in fine style
pulling carts and carriages with aplume
carrying riders proudly on their backs
seldom a traffic jam and smell the pure air
enjoy the freedom to gallop with the wind

Now let us take the motor car
this guzzles fuel at an alarming rate
spewing out poisonous fumes that pollute
and if you should have a crash a tangled heap
of near useless metal is all that remains
and people torn and broken trapped inside
and the queue of traffic stretching back
maybe cars are fast but they come at a high price

In olden days the fields were much smaller
quilts against the landscape so pleasing to see
the hedgerows full of flowers giving shelter
to a host of birds, insects and small animals
the stately shires furloughing the fields
laying the lines true and straight
their leisurely pace giving dormouse time
to scuttle away and find some safety

The big modern threshers and ploughs
need far bigger spaces to work so large fields
gone the pretty quilt work, gone most hedgerows
rushing over vast areas harvesting the crops
behind them lay the dead and injured bodies
of all the little creatures unable to flee the blades
now the crows move in to feast alive or dead they eat
so yes more crops fast harvested but at a high price

In days gone by we dwelt in villages and small towns
where most if not all knew one another by name
you could safely leave your house unlocked
and your children played freely in the streets
neighbours helped one another in whatever way needed
and shared the little they themselves had gladly
street parties were times of great delight
but best of all you truly knew your friends

Sky scrappers looming towering up high
stinky lifts that break leaving one trapped
danger round every corner, its each one for themselves
rapists, burglars, murderers and plain gangsters
have a field day in the metropolis with easy pickings
here one keeps ones children safe and tucked away
concrete blocks of houses along concrete streets
everywhere you see strangers at what a high price

When one stops and really thinks about it all
are these advances really worth the price we pay
does it really matter with the vast food piles
if it takes a little longer to do the harvest
cars are all every well but wheres the romance?
the quivering flesh of an excited horse galloping
does far more for me than a petrol guzzling beast
I admit I prefer the less complicated times of yore


Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2013


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A Lepid Swan

Gigantic gimmick a political gentlemen.
Genuflected genre mathematician gild fan.
Mirific misemploy a flamboyance rolling can.
Doxology douceur dormouse examplar excavator,
Agitator moisture nodulation a lepid swan.


Copyright © Daljit Khankhana | Year Posted 2010


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A single drop of dew captured in a buttercup

A single drop of dew
caught in a buttercup
Provides a welcoming d
first drink of the day
to  Ladybugs Dormouse
and busy shrew.



Peter Dome.copyright.2013. July.


Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2013


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THE LITTLE DORMOUSE - AND THE COMING OF SPRING

The little dormouse was
preparing to hibernate,
Getting ready to sleep
winter away,
But he was tempted, 
when the sunshine came
calling,
To delay it for just one
more autumn day.


He wandered around,
did the dormouse,
Among the carpet of
leaves on the ground,
His store for the winter
was ready,
So he just looked to
see who else was around.


The adder had to care
for her babies,
So the dormouse gave
her a wide berth,
His friend, the hedgehog,
was snuffling,
Burying his nose in the
soft, scented earth.


Robin Redbreast flew
down to some bushes,
His bright eyes gleamed
at the sight of his friend,
'I'm taking a last walk,'
said the dormouse,
Before autumn finally
comes to an end.'


Harvest mouse, his 
cousin, was yawning,
'It's time,' he said, 
'for us both to be
gone,
My bed is ready and
waiting,
Before the winter cold
really comes on.'


The little dormouse, 
now ready for sleeping,
Heard Robin Redbreast
beginning to sing.
He knew he'd be around
all the winter,
His alarm clock at the
coming of spring.


BY
DARRYL ASHTON 


Copyright © Darryl Ashton | Year Posted 2016


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Mabel's Fable



Mabel was so busy knitting baby things  she sold them at the fair
Used spiders webs as knitting wool or sometimes babies hair

Sent her friend Beryl searching for more to finish the bonnet she was making
Silly Beryl got stuck up a tree though I gave it a good shaking

Loads  of apples hit her head not a spiders web in sight
Gathered up the fruit instead will make an apple drink delight

Beryl still stuck up that tree was crying out louder
Call 999 for the fire brigade,who will come with a big ladder

Rescued poor Beryl from the tree clutched tightly in her hand
Was a spiders web she had reached for when she found the spider land

Was a little town of spiders busy making webs you see
Sold them for any knitters please sell some web to me

Mabel made a bargain they would spin a web for her each day
She wouldn't tell where they lived a secret it would stay

Mabel sells her baby clothes at the fair just in the field
Sought for cos of the fine web plenty of money it does yield.

It all goes to a special charity for the homeless dormouse to survive
They have turned their field Into a housing estate for humans to live

A spider is so useful eats the flies from where it sits
Might be just the spider that spins for Mabel's knits


Penned 07/07/2014


Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2014


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THE ARTISAN'S RECOURSE

A mist is coming off the dishwasher sea,
Noon daylight is wearing thin,
A dormouse rustles last year’s leaves
The village sward shines verdant green
So much is done, so much will come,
So much is still to do!
So, we’ll make a friend of the soft grey dawns
And by light work the long evening through.


© Joe Maverick 08-10-2010


Copyright © Joe Maverick | Year Posted 2010


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Gun Shot Alligators

gun shot alligators

scrambling fall dissolve slo-mo into mosaic pieces scraped together of the fishwife’s sawdust floor
sipping red neon earth quaked insecurity shakes when’ll the next run’s steed come forth
till I happily forge a carthaginian peace with the muses’ universal militia fragmented ragtag band playing on some dead main street candy striped phonograph
gun shot alligators eating my holy corduroy’s

after blending juices in backdoor cabooses track far and wide
I still got sex not sure I’d bet on it if a den of
erotica showed up in the night

acceptance my lord- else be carved up left for dead
at the hands of a hatchet wielding prideful dormouse licking champagne from  silver laces of some battered systematic boot


Copyright © michael amitin | Year Posted 2014


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TIMID TIMMY DORMOUSE

Timid Timmy dormouse had a lovely home
But he was so sad and lonely; he didn’t want to be alone
He did some spring-cleaning so the house was really neat
He went and brought some nuts and some tasty things to eat
Put up a lovely poster inviting people to tea
Thought it was a good thing to stop him being so lonely
Visitors from far and wide came knocking at his door
Timmy was so happy he’d never had good friends before
He saw the cutest little dormouse in her pretty dress
Stood out like a shining star, he fell in love I do confess
Now Timmy and his ladylove have set up home together
Happy and so much in love, together forever and ever 

Jan Allison 16th July 2014
Written for Animals Alive Contest.... but withdrawn in favour of Poor Peter Penguin Poem


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014


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Hedgehog

Hare says I am far too slow 
Earwig says to crawl below
Dormouse says and also toad
Go with care when on a road
Eagle says be keen of eye
Hen says crossing why am I?
Owl says wiser I should be
Good advice they all give me


Copyright © NEILL MOCKETT | Year Posted 2009


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Too many years

Too many years living like a dormouse,
Clinging to sadness....misery to keep.
Becoming a prisoner in my house,
Rivers of tears...I did endlessly weep.

Too many years......of me being alone,
On family and friends I turned my back.
My heart I feared would turn my blood to stone.
The colour of my aura was so black.

Too Many years of feeling grief and pain,
Hope had flown away like a mocking bird.
My dreams were lying in a grave marked slain,
Laughter was a sound I no longer heard.

That was my yesterday, now I don't see,
Today I feel strong... and now I see me.



Copyright © linda williams | Year Posted 2016


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running rooftops to ruinization

         RUNNING ROOFTOPS TO RUINATION

Long Island had raised me but the island wasn’t long enough
And everyday I had upper-middleclass bullshi*t to rebuff
Day after day I’d stride the stairs to the roof of a building where the wicked would meet
Well not so much wicked as just a black man and a white boy trying to be discreet

A white boy who’s short on cash and so dope sick he could hardly speak or see
And for a white boy like me they ain’t giving nothing away for free
So I’d run and jump from rooftop to rooftop because I knew a chick who always had money
I didn’t give a damn for her or her noisy fu**ing parrot yet I called her honey

Of course I called her “honey,” sh*t, I’d swear her the queen of Sheba if needed
We’d argue, she’d claim “I’m drained of cash,” but finally her will would be defeated 
She and I both knew that an upper east side chick always has revenue somewhere
And this confrontation would always end up with cash lining my pocket and a “see you when I see you,” my dear”

Now it was back to jumping rooftops to tell the man I had the bread
And had enough for two half loads, 26 bags that wouldst feed my head
Ain’t that what the dormouse said to Alice in the last book I read
I stopped reading for reasons only known by the junkies who wound up dead 

Long Island is long but if you travel the expressway way it’s faster
And Long Island led me to Manhattan to meet my lord and master
So don’t think for a minute your teenage white boy who was, by his family, well raised
Because four years later you won’t remember the photo of a fine young lad on graduation day, whom you praised
     © 2011.…..Phreepoetree ~free cee!~



Copyright © jeffry cohan | Year Posted 2011


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Tom's Tid Bits (Yet Again!)

How come they call it Labor Day when nobody works?
And why Pool-Table?  Where's the diving board?  the water?
How can you play "Draw-Poker" without paper and pencil?
Do Negroes really have bigger knees?
And Flashlight: A bright stage-light to highlight naked joggers?
I went to IHOP; I was so disappointed, the bunny was not in.
Is Racquet-Ball really that noisy?
Were Sanitarium Napkins designed for a psych ward??
And Condominiums: good Lord, they advertise prophylactics?
And Near-Beer; how close do you have to be?
And Poetic Terminology- methods to end a poem?
And Medicine Ball; how do you know what it's dispensing?
Bi-Polar? I got mine free.
Feedback?  Is it true some people have their mouths behind them?
Dry-Runs?  Diarrhea without the usual Sh_t??
Penn & Teller?  A bank teller's sordid affair with a chained down bank pen. 
(Caution, Sadism and Explicit Ink scenes)
Burn a CD?  What kind of moron is gona burn his Certificates Of Deposits?
Satellite?   To help one mount a horse in the dark?
Athlete's Foot?  Those who say they have Athelete's Foot should be prosecuted 
for maiming ball players.
Milk Of Magnesia?  Who is she?
Country Fair?  I'll wait for the Country Good!
How come it's a plus if a vacuum cleaner sucks?
Sometimes I feel left in the dust; I mean, even spiders have web-sites!!
Sasquatch?  A hairy ape-like creature who sat on, and crushed, his Timex watch.
Lunatics?  I hope Nasa provides our next moon explorers with insect repellant.
Politically Correct?  An oxymoron for sure!
Botswana?  A neighbor wiyh yacht-envy.
Coconut?  An insane piece of chocolate.
Congolese?  A structured rental agreement for certain Africans.
Decuple?  Releasing railroad cars.
Desultory?  Removing snide remarks.
Devote?  Removing one's ballot.
Dormouse?  A rodent tending the door at a rat nightclub.
Drag Queens?  What a horney King does with his reluctant wife.
Episode?  When a farmer named Epi plants his crops.
Fiddlesticks?  Frozen fish product with musical abilities.
Gnomish?  A knish for Jewish gnomes.
Mothball?  A part of a moth's reproductive organs.
I saw a commercial recently for "Extenze", to make "a certain part of a man larger"
However, I misread the dosage, and took far too many.  Now I have to drag "that 
certain part of a man's body" along the floor behind me.
I had a friend who tried it too....but it seems to have had a misdirected effect; now 
he has a 6 inch long big toe.  


more tomorrow

 
  


Copyright © tom bell | Year Posted 2007


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RUNNING ROOFTOPS TO RUINATION

         RUNNING ROOFTOPS TO RUINATION

Long Island had raised me but the island wasn’t long enough
And everyday I had upper-middleclass b******t to rebuff
Day after day I’d stride the stairs to the roof of a building where the wicked would meet
Well not so much wicked as just a black man and a white boy trying to be discreet

A white boy who’s short on cash and so dope sick he could hardly speak or see
And for a white boy like me they ain’t going to give nothing away for free
So I’d run and jump from rooftop to rooftop because I knew a chick who always had money
I didn’t give a damn for her or her noisy f*****g parrot yet I called her honey

Of course I called her “honey,” s**t, I’d swear her the queen of Sheba if needed
We’d argue, she’d claim “I’m drained of cash,” but finally her will would be defeated 
She and I both knew that an upper east side chick always has revenue somewhere
And this confrontation would always end up with cash lining my pocket and a “see you when I 
see you,” my dear”

Now it was back to jumping rooftops to tell the man I had the bread
And had enough for two half loads, 26 bags that wouldst feed my head
Ain’t that what the dormouse said to Alice in the last book I read
I stopped reading for reasons only known by the junkies who wound up dead 

Long Island is long but if you travel the expressway way it’s faster
And Long Island led me to Manhattan to meet my lord and master
So don’t think for a minute your teenage white boy who was, by his family, well raised
And four years later you won’t remember the photo of a fine young lad on graduation day, 
whom you praised
     © 2011.…..Phreepoetree ~free cee!~



Copyright © jeffry cohan | Year Posted 2011


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charismatically

A dormouse in a field bucket is very very happy. Such important information gained from the stale water and a legal beetle is buzzing in a furry pair of trousers. Oh look the leap of leaves. Bumping into a glamorous mermaid in an ocean scene. But scent of scenarios are not very scenic. And glowing goblets grabbing giblets is entertaining and exciting. Exotic playing pea pies are waving in a jelly cake. Whilst a radioactive isotope  is kicking around in a jar. A pea pod could often resemble the face of a horse. But horseshoes could never resemble restricted fibreglass blankets. Hahahaha bin ban bomb xxx hahahaha and a fruit singing to a sofa. Hahahaha charismatically xxxx


Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2016


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New Year 366 Page 28

Aimlessly

They say that god has a plan for us all
Well I must have been out when he made the call
For through life I've drifted aimlessly
Wondering what plan he had for me
At sixty plus I'm still not sure yet
Will his call I ever get
Or will I keep strolling aimlessly
Waiting for god to call on me

Unrequited

He can see it in his mind
You were always so kind
Though you never let it show
Over years he did know
That a love that's unrequited
Would see two souls never united

Hope

Tell me which way lies hope
Life’s slippery like a bar of soap
Teenagers arrested for murder I hear
In my day the police we happened to fear
Yet now I see all over the news
Teenagers killing all things they abuse
I know that the majority do behave
So maybe this country from downfall they will save

Keep Loving

The Nectar Seeker collects from flowers
Heavenly Visitor works tirelessly for hours
Agape Pure Love between flower and bee
With Pathos Keep Loving while flying free
Pollination of love to present us honey
No remuneration for this service, no need for money



Flower

I've just spent an hour
Of special time with a flower
That flower was my mother dear 
Throughout my life she's held me near
Picked me up whenever I fell
When I made mistakes her I would tell
Now I cry to see my flower
Forgetting things hour by hour
In time maybe she will forget me
But her son I will always be

Presence

Is there a presence in this house?
A ghost of a once alive dormouse
Who turns the TV off and on?
Will it stay or soon be gone
Or are there other forces at play
It really is so hard to say
In heaven and earth there are things untold
Psychic things that leave us cold

Bring Brightness

Please tell them that it's true
You can raise this mood of blue
Bring brightness to the dark days
Lift the darkness of the greys
For only you light up a room
Your smile can shatter the darkest gloom
To bring joy to every face
Shed your light in this dark place







Disrespect Nature

In A Corner of My Garden I do see
The Bee and the Rose in harmony
In a Sun Explosion their Playful Beauty
Causing a vision to watch your duty
Disrespect nature we never should do
For it shows us beauty, love and splendour too

Emptiness

Exile being alone
Missing everyone who intones 
People go away from you
Terrible you know not what to do
Inside a hollow space
No feelings it a disgrace 
Emotionless is the state
Soul destroyed what a waste
So emptiness is conveyed

Chain Gang

The chain gang are working on the road
Digging ditches clearing brush carrying a heavy load
The chains around their ankles weigh a ton
That's the prize their life of crime has won
The boss he hands out lashes to those who try to skive
For other such heinous crimes they were flayed alive
Then one night in the silence of cell
They crept upon him beat him till he went to hell
Justice or not for the whippings they endured
It was done and release from the whip was assured


Copyright © Owen Yeates | Year Posted 2016


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genealogical genes grabbing golden geese

A high speed race with a puff ball is very very exciting. But kissing a bead is not that good if one has allergies to plastics. Links then. Importance of clasps'. Over importance of gilded crests. And excessive amounts of currency in a single 1milimetre jewel. Ravishing radiance ridding ridiculous rats. And a curd party forms. Would one care to partake in a gold crested bullfinch parfait? Oh how simply exquisite the tongue of fox. Served with jus. Constructed from heron. Wonderful. Hohohoho houses of zeroo domestic chores. Hohoho polo,croquet,shooting shows. Hohoho and a little dormouse cleaning and cooking. Xxx genealogy z


Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2016


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Ping PONG with eighty three dusters on a cloud

Sitting and waiting in a field full of olives is not a bad way to spend an hour but an hour can be long and long is a length and a length with a leaving leading light is not a dividend, a milestone, or a key part in a global televised production of cow ballet. Cow ballet is very pleasant to watch but so are peeling pansies whose playfulness is amusing to pandas who watch with baleful stares at pretty petals whirling around and around and around. Astound no Peking duck in a village tent because the quacking can turn grass into ultra large crackers. Murmur an atmosphere to a mild day and see the sunset sweep away the times. And times take training trains turning tulips tempestuous tantric tanks. So rank not a sergeant pea horn today. And deliver no stalks that talk to a laughing leering longboat. Bathing brilliant beanstalk battles. Ha a dormant dormouse delivering doors. Ha a milkman mouseman in a cloth bringing caskets of dew. Ha a kneading knee says hi to a shawl on a bedroom rug. Pillar post posting prating pirates. And clap clap then hop sixteen times on a left leg. Hee hee hee from first genetic milk buds. Xxxxx catastrophic cat climbing. Xxxxx actualisations z z z z z z at forty four spoonfuls of dough to seventeen foot of pie mixture. Z attempt leaping now then? Z


Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2017


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A study at dawn

Skylights warn and warm where acorns drip. The slight angle of acidity in the air can be measured accurately with a ruler or the nib of a ball point pen. Ball point pens are not really balls or points for they are pens and pens are prints, paint, and form occasional prisms in a paper whorl of scribbled ink. Of every hue. Fine and finer. And details outlying the plans are interrupted by a sixteen ton coffee cup whose snores cause vibrations then the liquid seeps over the edges and lands upon the written words causing much smudge marks. Suited earwig headed man with round glasses is not amused. Most perturbed to be exact. All night he had spent revising and crossing the t's and dotting the I's. And now it was indeed a rather sad scrawl of blur. Oh dear. Picking up the pen he walked over to the papers and spoke loudly in order to wake the cup. The cup was startled. What had it done? "you were snoring" shouted the earwig head. "you have spilt liquid onto my work. MY work is thus destroyed." To which the coffee cup gave a nonchalant look and folded his arm handles. Great thought the man. But wait are not those pieces of building blocks left from the babies ball banquet. Great they are. I can make a little model of what I composed on print. He began work immediately. Five seconds of sleep. Wow. Always astonishing how a window cloth can gather a stronghold over smears. The model began to take shape. It would be ready for the board soon. Remarkable. The thick pieces of plastic were soon assembled into formation. Overseen by a paperweight swan which glided around the desk hissing at the cup. And later the widow spiders would wave, the whales would walk, the wallpaper would wink and all the grounds would begin singing operatic arias and clouded liquids would clear the residue of a fallen road kill of a suitcase. Suitcases can look quite messy of left at the side of a road. Especially when they are run over. Splattered. The nylon wire in the air is humming today but isnt in tune with the birds. Ha the sentinels are sweeping the little play tent. Ha ha the paleontologist is playing with a patented patterned platypus. Xxxxx multicolumns z z z z z with a twist of a dormant doorman dormouse standing at over three thousand feet in a stable. Ok then. Interplanetary. Z.


Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2017


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gestational

The idiosyncracies of a diary entry is a zone of unauthorized review. And subsequent beatings of coconut trees can be viewed as no sport. But leaning heavier than most on a barrier is most definitely a sign of acute tiredness. Yet the tendency to kneel by a fountain and taste cooling air is akin to rubbing one's brow with an ink blot. It is to be said that when the meals gather its supersonic time for the racing of the graters,peelers and knives.  Twirling a lethargic disco ball. Taming a bud. Unhesitatingly unwittingly under unison. And a clever coin smiles. Great. Good news is not a dog nor a kitten. It is wise to take in shrew juice when bathing in rivers and rock pools. Never shout dormant to a dormouse. And clinging to ivy os not wise when swinging over the houses. Interesting igniting inching. And a very large ball of dough grinning. At lengths. At widths. And commentary is not a fable playing with a dramatic pin board. Hahahaha and a misty mountainous mouse moving. Hahahaha and the turtle having a sunbathe wearing Bermuda shorts. Hahahaha equatorials' equalling xxxxx gestational Z


Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2016


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And My Family's Still Asleep

Early alarm,
Set for the same time each day.
I awaken and stumble through the dark.

Eyes adjust,
Slowly opening and focusing.
I walk down the hall and hear the dog bark.

“Okay, okay”,
I hear myself whisper,
But audible enough for her to hear.

I open the door.
Quickly she runs.
Her business done, she comes back here.

Shower now,
Quickly and quietly.
No need to awaken the rest in the house.

Brush my teeth,
Then I shave.
Still trying to stay quiet as a dormouse.

Completely dressed,
Place a kiss
Gently upon my wife’s face, without a peep.

In the hall,
Walking to the door,
Going to work and my family’s still asleep.


Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2008


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Daisy Dormouse

Daisy Dormouse

My dearest Daisy Dormouse,
will you invite me in for tea?
I seek your hand in Marriage,
what will your answer be?
Dear Sir, my heart you flatter,
but I cannot marry you,
Mother say’s you’re a Rat
and betrothed to Chantelle Shrew.


Copyright © Kevin Shaw | Year Posted 2018