Best Scurried Poems

Dawn slowly awakened to supplant the moon
Empty, the canopy where stars had been strewn
   In repose, Luna slept after wandering velvet skies
   and spider webs shimmered in the flight of sunrise
      Dew drops evaporated upon the...

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Out of the burrows and hedges and dreys
Heads began bobbing and eyes were agaze.
Rumours were twittered and grunted and squealed:
‘The combine is coming to harvest the field!’
The moles and the voles and the rabbits and hares
All hurried and scurried and scattered in pairs.
The hedgehogs and...

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I’m grateful for the sun
          which shone on younger days
The days of scurried heartbeats
                     and butterflies...

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Rum was feeling playful so he went to find a mouse
He looked in every nook and cranny right throughout the house
But all the mice were sound asleep for it was dark outside
And then Rum saw a window that was open very wide

A breeze came through...

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It was on a Kansas farm 
I saw the beauty and the charm
as I sat gazing out across the hills
Not a car or man in sight 
just a blue and cloudless sky
and the smell of barley wafting from the mills

A rabbit scurried fast
and a meadowlark...

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In the cool of the evening he laid there basking 
as my fingers touched the gleaming surface of the pool.
Deeper i penetrated till my hand was beneath him,
slowly my fingers engaged his slithery belly,
then gently with a slight single movement
to and thro, then up and...

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One can hardly take a breath at all
For brilliance splashed against the wall
has reasoned with a summer's soul
and paints the season with vibrant gold

The brittle breeze as evening falls 
is mixed with smoke from burning piles
of leaves we raked one afternoon
stacked high with colors bold...

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WAIT!

the poet laughed
there's love to document
there's passion, there's hate!

WAIT!

where's my pen, my typer? 
my life is my art

Living passed by and the world did it's thing, rotating, tilting, and changing
but the poet sat idle, conjuring thought 
he dreamt aloud, awake 
of simple times
he drank
he smoked,...

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Looking up into the sky
a bird pooped in my eye
as it was flying overhead
causing me to see red

It was warm and soggy
making me feel queasy
I scurried into the house
like an upset little mouse

I headed for the kitchen sink
and got there in a blink
Using the faucet...

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It was Christmas time in Anansi’s house
But Anansi was snoring loud and deep
While all the house was up and busy
Sneaky Anansi was pretending to sleep

Anansi imagined lying on the beach
Soaking up some hot Jamaican sun
Christmas time with all its merriment
For Anansi was never, ever fun!

Poor...

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Each year as Christmas rolls around, as I buckle under the pressure and stress of shopping for gifts for people that already  have everything, I find myself remembering that Christmas of 1954.

Dad had joined the army that year and we  moved from the...

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Then I Opened That Door…

To The Question: “How was your Day?” came this response…

The other day I arrived at work and found my chair was gone.  Oh the Horrors!
No way to rest at my desk.  I looked and scurried all about for it.
Someone...

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This Is No Picnic
 
We packed up the grill and my uncle took us to the lake
I was hoping for a burger, maybe even a juicy steak
Amazed was I to see the cooler packed with frozen shrimp
What kind of picnic is this?  My smiling...

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Hand in hand two sprites on a magic flight      
with wings of crystal glass and fairy light 
they flew, inside an abstract sky of white  
wing to wing, one was nimble one was bright 

Wearing  taffet gowns of...

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"The Vanilla Ice Cream Knights and The Raspberry Queen"



"You’ve been spooning
too much Vanilla Icecream”, 
she advised the buffoon

all the feathery self-blustering chirpers 
parted way, she had loaded guns
she positively glided into the room

“Diamonds my old bean,” she grinned,

“have no use for vanilla or rocky road...

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