Best Field Mouse Poems
SHE WANTED TO BE A NUN
After graduating from eighth grade,
She wanted to be part of the novitiate,
of the Holy Sisters of Nazareth.
Dad put his foot down loud and hard.
How she went from that, to nurse,to
teacher ,to comedian and bellydancer?
Are eternal questions to which she just
cannot find any answers!
Who knows what her zany future may
bring?
A palace, a Mercedes? Better yet.
perchance a loving, handsome king?
She has no unicorns of fairies dancing
in her house.
They are all on vacation now~so the
poet's only companion is a cheese-loving,
visiting field mouse!
November 15, 2019
As the moon sang a lullaby
to a distant star
The creatures below to sleep did sink
Except for the owl, who didn't sleep a wink
" What time do you have" asked the owl
" It's a quarter to nine"
Said the tree with a scowl
" Thanks, I am going on my hunting spree" the owl replied
As he flew off into the night from the old oak tree
"Oh my, I'm running late"
exclaimed the field mouse,
As he looked at his watch
while hurrying to get to his house
It was then that the owl made his catch
as with his talons, the mouse he did snatch!
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Cat door swings open
Field mouse scampers in --
Tiny feet warmed
1#
Brewed tea
Wife and myself
Nothing between us
2#
He was metamorphosed
Into a frog
When his wife had left him
3#
I needed
A lonely woman
Thousand years back
4#
She shivered
In yellow sun
Struck by her coyness
5#
God travels
With three suitcases
One for me
6#
I kissed
Her frostiness
And my lips turned icebergs
7#
The bed
Gets embarrassed
At our nakedness
8#
Her hands
Stopped me
To pick evenings
9#
We two rested
In a cave of Kundalini
Behind the waterfall
10#
The alien woman
Travelled six moons
To deliver her baby in a burial ground
11#
An eagle swoops
On a field –mouse
Tables of wedding
12#
The woman kissed me
I felt her hollow ribs
As if in a spring dream
13#
The woman’s hair
Struck by a gale
Made waterfalls
14#
My wife locked
Me one fine evening
In my neighbour’s hole
15#
The rats are away
When mice take in
My wife’s clammy face
16#
The summer rain
In exasperation
Took wings to raid the moon
17#
Lolo my wife
Her green sleek steps
Thundered an innocent fly
18#
In the dead of night
God made two wives
One for me one for my neighbour
19#
My neighbour’s wife
Delivered a child
When I was asleep
20#
The woman said goodbye
And I took a fish for dinner
I mistook it for my wife
21#
My wife is a canvas
Where I paint
My forebodings
22#
A painter’s apprentice
In sheer foolishness
daubed in red my wife’s rear-view
23#
A squirrel saw my wife
And in haste
Lost her guava
24#
I was caught in neighbour’s bedroom
By my wife last summer
I lost my glasses
25#
A wolf entered the graveyard
Unannounced
And annoyed my wife
26#
Sarah my wife
Lumbering
Dizzy commuters
27#
Sarah wed me
And in brief forgetfulness
Greeted my neighbour
28#
A tiger ate Sarah my wife
It happened by accident
The tiger knows
29#
Morning bell
Wake up call
I want to sleep
30#
Pola my pet fly
Fouled things up
She ate my wife’s breakfast
31#
My dog Pintu
Hydrophobia
I set him free on my wife’s posterior
32#
Eons ago a butterfly
Gave birth to my wife
Now, a caterpillar
33#
A hard slap
Stammering
Hurricane Sarah will win
34#
You have gathered enough winters
Woman sighs
Leave one for me
35#
The woman flapped her wings
To clouded mountaintops
Silky as white
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The girl and her smile straddle the rainbow.
Neon hair the fluid cascades of northern lights,
her seafoam cloak the ripples outgrown by the shore.
She adores the breeze adorned with gems.
Emeralds fly from silk strings in wriggle-giggle wind,
as jaded kites made of ruby and sapphire and pearl
sit on a picnic checkerboard in envy-green grass
betting on play-dates with zephyrs.
White dice cubes roll beady-black-eyes at their folly.
She chases books as they sail from trees.
Their soft-covers as nimble as sparrows’ flit.
She leafs through slices of fruitcake,
each nutty page a looney tooney frame of insane;
Mr. H. Dumpty carouses with Mick Jagger swagger,
two baby paisley owls drive a ‘67 mustang car,
the car does a hop-scotch down bourbon street.
Field-mouse-flowers meow,
the moon jumps over the cow,
and she sings “the world needs more bumblebees!”
The golden palm of a five-fingered maple leaf
offers a diamond ring.
Palm trees pull up anchor and hover
in sunset silhouette like Mai Tai parasols.
A two-masted schooner scries seawater for its soul.
She laughs as black-habited nuns ride
upside-down on the roller-coaster rim
their feet kicking the billow-bellies of clouds ‘til
they fall into dreamcatchers sticky
and tricky as spiderwebs,
and a doughy-boy-baker loses
the reins of sugar-cookie-horses tilling
confetti seeds in a magician's puppet garden
where Dali wombs and peacock plumes bloom.
A dashing, young field mouse
Once married a shrew,
And they set up housekeeping
In an old tennis shoe.
When their babies were born--
Not shrews and not mice--
They were the proud parents
Of a shoe full of shrice.
Her tread even lighter than a field mouse,
Her gown more bluer than a cloudless sky;
She stiffens like the cat about to pounce:-
Right now...another wretched soul to die.
Hand as Michelangelo's hand of God;
Outstretched arm pausing momentarily;
And in that dreadful instant some poor sod
Staring back: eyes imploring, "no...not me".
The awful deed, that last despairing look --
An elderly generation betrayed!
Constant self-rebuking and endless tears;
For in her well thumbed, cherished book
There is no solace found upon a page...
Just a guilt borne unto her final years.
Ghostly screams and unseen hands rouse,
with no peace, even for a field mouse
in an unearthly old tilted haunted house.
Creeping spider quickly cowers and ebb
into the murkiness on its old, tattered cobweb.
The silken-midnight cat's shadow came on silent paws,
paused on the stairs and sharpened its murderous claws.
There was a knock-knock-knocking at the door.
At the top of her lungs, the witch, with a roar,
clenched her wrist and screamed. Is that you, Thor?
Thor opened the door howling. Where are you keeping
the wanted children that are still sleeping.
Alert bright sienna eyes,
Olphactory senses exacting,
Eager on the ready, loyal by my side,
On a chase with an elusive field mouse,
Pudgy belly, voracious appetite
Precious friend, precious companion.
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Can't Catch Me
field Mouse
did rouse
house cat
fell flat
took chase
fast race
small space
broke vase
smirk tease
took cheese
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lying here waiting for my time to end
looking back at my past my dear friend
the things that we have been through
and all the happy times i spent with you
do you remember when we first did meet?
i think it was down in Elizabeth street
it was a cold day in the middle of may
and i was lying in the gutter that day
you helped me up and brushed me down
before you took me home across town
i had been homeless for about a year
and you decided to give me one, my dear
that day on, i fell deeply in love with you
standing there wearing just one old shoe
i smiled at you through my unshaven face
as you walked with me back to your place
people stared hard at you for helping me
but your good heart they could not see
you kissed me in front of the supermarket
and one old lady dropped her small basket
i was nervous when we got to your house
you noticed i was quiet as a field mouse
as i entered your humble abode with delight
i noticed it was so beautiful and bright
after i washed, shaved and was fully fed
you let me sleep in your spare single bed
in the morning you gave me some breakfast
and i hope this dream would forever last
but it was not a dream, it was for real
finally life had given me a wonderful deal
eventually we got married and had a family
you, me and our children, John and Jamie
we had good jobs and a brand new home
which outside stood a happy garden gnome
John grew up to be successful racing jockey
and Jamie became a television personality
we were so happy together for many years
until the day that our eyes cried some tears
that day the doctors told me i was going to die
with this cancer, it is now time to say goodbye
i loved you my dear, please do not be sad
you gave me a good life when mine was bad
i would of never been so happy without you
and i always had treasured that one old shoe
from the time we met that cold wintry may
to remind me to love you forever and a day
let my love stay forever in your precious heart
for now from this world i will gracefully depart
goodbye my dear........................................
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To a wishful breeze, whispering grasses sway
These pastures of different green colour hues
Such was it, this beautiful glorious sunny day
Farmers in their fields, reaping in the dry hay
Skies lightened by the sun in blooms of blues
To a wishful breeze, whispering grasses sway
Birds; within the hedgerow’s, come to survey
Ears as bent, as to the swaying grasses news
Such was it, this beautiful glorious sunny day
Under the cool of a tree, woolly sheep, do lay
A puppy dog; plays, a field mouse, it pursues
To a wishful breeze, whispering grasses sway
Picturesque; I couldn't have it any other way
As into my memory, I memorize all the views
Such was it, this beautiful glorious sunny day
Reflective thoughts; become me this fine day
As to any other day only here I would choose
To a wishful breeze; whispering grasses sway
Such was it, this beautiful glorious sunny day
What is it to see the soil of home again?
A welcome, snow-struck and a return
To cold; sharp white contrasts sunburn.
We converse in broken tongues to men
We know, hooked on holiday language
Comprised of wandering hand signs.
Collect the car and pay parking fines,
Drive through towns and over a bridge
Until we reach the Western gateway.
Oh when will we arrive at our house?
No camels there, only field mouse
Which are eaten by our cat anyway.
The plane flies for an age, slyly yawning
Through the stretching, pealing sky,
A knife through air; what it is to fly.
Our travels over; a new day is dawning.
A good old duck, a mother hen,
a friend of Peter Rabbit; chased
Mr. McGregor out of the garden:
the Flopsy Bunnies survive again.
She knew her ewes from her rams,
meticulous, house-proud in her way.
A hedgehog, a Mrs. Tiggy Winkle
every field mouse allowed to stay.
Cumbria and the Lake District
will never see her like again:
North country girl, illustrator,
storyteller with brush and pen.
Music in the trees
I woke up early one morning,
Just as the sun did rise
The mist was slowly moving
Across the fields In sight
My little dog was happy
Greeting with excite
She's wagging her tail to tell me
She want to go out side
We walked along a muddy path
With tree on both sides
I looked up as the sun shone through
What an amazing sight
There's dewdrops on the branches
And webs been cleverly spun
The morning birds are singing
I can hear them every one
My little dogs impatient
She wants to run and play
And walking down this little path
Theres a river hidden away
We sat and rest on a grassy bank
As we watch the river flow
The ripples of the water
Ran softly over the stone
I sat and listened quietly
The music all around,
the bird song and the water,
The creaking of a brunch
The rustle of the field mouse
Running through the leaves
They each and every one
Play a note of melody
The music that comes from with in the wood
Is a orchestra of its own
The wood it self it comes alive
With each and every note,
I sit here it so peaceful,
My little dog by my side
She sits here very quiet
I wonder what's on her mind
I pray to God and thank him
For every music note
For if there were no trees and streams
Or creatures with In a wood,
We'd have no music notes
To make an orchestra
Our world would be a silent one
With out gods creature here
Sue Gage ??