Serpents, scorpions, owls,
Swingers, stingers, wise old gals,
Dogs, bones, bow wow wows,
Paws, purrs, cat's meows.
Canines, felines, feral creatures,
Headlines, deadlines, double features,
Ping, pong, pink expressions,
Sing, song, apprehensions.
Sows, cows, milk-bag givers,
Scaredy-cats and chicken livers,
Porky pigs and truffle treasures,
Dorky wigs and other pleasures.
Polywogs and rollie pollies,
Gollygogs and holly holies,
Ice cream trucks and cone packers,
Dumb clucks and silly quackers.
Gritty Kitty, kitty litter,
Nitwitty babysitter,
Baby bottles, bubble slumbers,
Rubber baby buggy bumpers.
All around are funny creatures,
Rabbit Ears and bunny features,
Serpents, scorpions, and owls,
Trick-or-treaters call them pals.
Forests at nightfall are scary to see;
not just dark forms- but loud sounds flowing free.
Far from at home, with cute puppy's bow-wow;
or from your kitten's sweet, gentle meow.
Skunks and opossums resound with a screech;
harsh sounds for us- but for them, secret speech.
Night owls all hoot, while young fox kits will yelp;
grasshoppers chirp as plump frogs croak to help.
Nightfall brings on the long nocturnal hunt;
bobcats join in with their loud hungry grunt.
Wolves and coyotes- as foxes all howl;
big bears roam free with a loud husky growl.
Not just dark forms- but loud sounds flowing free;
forests at nightfall are scary to see!
Best viewed on film- for you never will flip
creatures that find you before you can zip!
democracy is
like mobocracy or like
gangocracy ~ folks
conservatives are
like preservatives ~ packaged
seasoned condiments
green party nature's
most guarded percentages ~
dimes quarters and halves
national org. of
women ~ beauty contest is
the bow wow n-o-w club
peace corp manned front lines
hyped to show peace sign with hands
~ fingers ... two not one
You can make upside down cake with peaches! Wow!
I love the idea, said my snippy curt neighbor, Mrs. McDow.
That woman never has an original thought said my chow.
Sammy is not a normal dog, he does not do bow wow.
His wisdom is astonishing, his intelligence high-brow.
I was amazed that he knew so well old Mrs. McDow
When I saw her face I thought she would whine
But she did not grouse a bit this time
This was one of her tattling-feasts.
This annoyed me beyond Golem’s beasts.
I detest tattling more than gossip I know now.
Her attitude is dour, her face a big bow-wow.
The next time she comes to my door, I will not be home.
I will be drinking my tea, under the window, writing a poem
Moon is my soul
Sun is my brain
That's why whenever I cry my energy drains
When I smile it rains
And all my makeup goes in vain
I love the sound of train
My mom loves to bargain
And look on the Terrace cute little sparrows eating grain
The neighbours nearby looking at me again
Watching them I make the sound of dog
Bow wow and they get entertain
She was the cat’s meow
But yet she cried bow-wow
Bow-wow-meow is the place I drink milk moo-moo
Not mine skirt apparel I’m the ballerina in the tutu
Whom am I to cry out, when in my throat I shout NOW
11/17/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
“Oh boy!
See that girl!
Gee…she’s cute.”
“I like his look!
Will he look
this way?”
The half of love
will ink a card,
on that red date.
A pair of lips
slip onto
a pair of lips.
The kiss, so nice!
The knee
will bow wow wow,
ask to take his ring -
she says, “And how!”
Kids in tow,
will not slow
his or her beat.
Ann is wild
like her dad.
Bob has her blue eyes.
Zero in the nest -
sad but true.
Still,
love is.
Old age,
the hand of time -
the sky is too high.
The girl does cry,
or the boy,
when left sans
a warm hand.
Or to die is kind -
both fly
at the same time.
ding-a-ling bump bee bow wow boo
thing-a-jing jump me how cow coo
wring-a-fing grump free frow how who
string-a-ming rump she pow wow foo
Chicago now has cause to cheer
The Cubs are winning games this year
I've checked things out and found
when the moon is up, the sun is down
Large gray clouds do contain
snow, if cold; if warm, rain
Birds keep chirping, cats still meow
Cows graze and moo, dogs bark - bow-wow
Who understands God's mysterious ways
The Cubs are winning ~ we cheer, amazed
The help monger was trying to spoon out the candied hearts.
They were being obstinate, stubborn, off the charts.
A cupid came along to see if he could help in any way.
They finally got them all collected at the end of the day.
We will put them on beds, pillows, candies and cakes.
We will fill up the vibrating recliner until she shakes
cupid began to back off, she was afraid of the help monger now.
His ideas of grandeur were worse than a pup stuck on bow wow!
"I love my pets, they warm my heart!" - by poet
My black cat is surely the best there is
she cuddles up to me
at attention she is a wiz
brings awesome glee
My colorful birds go chirp all day long
they bring a smile to me
I love their happy merry song
soothing to be
I miss my nice dog who played the guitar
he is in heaven now
what a little shining bright star
oh the bow wow
Wednesday, January 4, 2023
Writing Challenge - Zip, Zig, Zag, Zing Poetry Contest
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delicious chow
a dog's bow-wow
juicy worm so sweet
a robin's tweet
a lover betray
a horse's neigh
an ill-timed kiss
a snake's loud hiss
what kind of puppy are you? Roxie asked the basket pup.
he had weird colored eyes, and his pointed ears stuck straight up.
interloper did not answer, but these beasts spoke bow wow.
Basket pup hid his face inside his blanket and let out a meow.
It is practically raining costumed dogs tonight.
Said a prissy black cat in the October moon light.
What are you saying? What do you mean?
I was surprised to hear this on Halloween.
Cats are the familiars whom we usually see.
Trampling through forest with witches, wee.
But tonight, it is dogs, the onlooker said.
They are raining down on rooftops, over my head!
There is a convict a ghost, a princess too.
There are dogs over there, and under me too.
One is dressed as a dragon, chasing me now.
In the fog I heard her running behind a bow-wow.
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