*Image of Toilet Issue by Pixabay.
Seating Arrangement
Notice Ladies and Gentlemen:
Please place the toilet seat down when
you're done, Thank You, The Management.
"Don't forget boys," said Evelyn.
The boys expressed their agreement
and routinely bid their consent,
"After you ladies," they stated,
but the girls sounded their dissent.
"Truly fair, reasoned we dated
yet some proof's appreciated,
so go on guys and indulge us,
and both will place as best rated."
First and then the other -- no fuss.
Guys smile at girl's thumbs-up, A+.
"Oh my gosh, where are the tampons!"
"Get some, there's nothing to discuss!"
"We'll be back!" "Who picked this place -- moms?"
They yelled, "Got some!" Piercing caroms
after they agreed to relish
the rest of the night at the proms!
2022 June 04
*1st Place*
Rubaiyat Contest
~~Sotto Poet: Judged 2022 June 13
HMS: 8 syllables per x 20 lines
RZ: RhymeScheme; a,a,b,a - b,b,c,b - c,c,d,c - d,d,e,d - e,e,f,e.
*Image of/by Excited Cats.
reflections
the sly black cat crept
aisle mirror caroms pierced eyes~~
arrest hunched hissing
2022 April 06
*1st Place*
Black Cat Haiku
~~Robert James Liguori: Judged 2022 April 07
In the knife-edged saw grass
a fawn high-steps behind
his mother's tail
With an eerie whoop,
a rusty- winged chicken
warns them away from
his purloined roost
Renegade rooster on the lamb,
flapping his wings until feathers
fly like snowflakes - he caroms
from branch to bush
His chicken brain unaware
that deer do not climb trees
When the curious doe stands up
to sniff the errant rooster,
madness erupts
Flitting down to peck the doe,
the rooster becomes a flurry of frenzy
Weary of this turbulent fowl,
the doe ambles away, fawn right behind
Lichen clings to a fallen log
making a nursery for mushrooms
and surly frogs
Dark copper half-light speckles
the dense wet cushion of marshy forest
Wild nasturtiums are a lush bed of color
Echoes demand answer that never come
Though the slender reeds take in
deep breaths, they cannot exhale
Beauty unencumbered flourishes
across the stile that no one crosses anymore
Caroms sliding ‘cross the board
Ant hill grains rest each in place
Sorrow’s tears become a flood
Cadence in composers’ scores
Artists’ take on space and time
Dead men’s graves too far to see
Eternity
I creep into the light
Carefully and without clarity as to my final destination.
Along the road I see the hearts
Of those who were not swift
Enough
To avoid the jaws of
Creatures who fed on them
A wet rock sliding down
The banks of the shore
Into the crashing waves that
Toss it up
Into the clear air for moments
Before descending back into the maelstrom
How I yearn for that momentary clarity
That hides between crashing waves of doubt and turmoil.
The air opens my lungs to pure energy
My heart flutters and caroms
Within my chest
As some unknowable ray
Pierces the cloud of confusion
And provides a moment of
Peaceful Acceptance
Fields with corn erect in shock,
Few unpicked ears yet dangle.
A signal to soon set back the clock,
Wind caroms from a nor-west angle.
Leaves of gold crunch neath my feet,
My joints scream, "Old Jack Frost is nigh"!
I unwittingly question this October treat,
Whether for my head only, and if so, why?
Pumpkins remain randomly spaced,
As dollops of orange paint on this fall day.
By a flick of God's brush they appear placed,
From the sky above of dapple-gray.
This yearly picture always gives me pause,
For reflection on life, and God above;
That He would give His Son with cause,
The price for my sin was paid through love.
It's howling voice plays in my ear,
While I feel it's nibble at my face.
For sure, in this, there's little to cheer,
Lest at morrows sun,
I awake to find no trace.
It caroms at me from a nor-west angle,
A hitchhiker, intermittent sleet, is felt.
As if pronouncing to me, "let's wrangle",
But soon I know it's fate will be,
To lie aground and melt.
In mind, I've queried from whence it came,
And again, when absent, where did it go?
Why God chose wind for it's name?
Albeit my eye has never seen,
It's effect, I surely know. *
John 3:8
Cold wrinkled my lips
Breath caroms from school to school,
I have the last laugh
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