Genghis loves Godshalls turkey bacon for him I fry
Sassy wants her butter pancake pieces stack high
Love my morning scramble eggs fluffy delight
after a morning prayer we satisfy our appetites
On my plate some bacon and a pancake or two
with a small plate for scramble eggs will nicely do
In their dog food bowls pieces of bacon top
for Sassy pancake pieces pile on, she pleas don't stop
I set their food down and they begin to chow
Genghis only eats his bacon bits and sits awhile
Waiting for Sassy to chomp her pancake feast
than Genghis moves to her bowl for her bacon he eats
She backs up and lets the little fellow eat out of her bowl
Sassy loves her grouchy little Genghis and it shows
I top off my meal with a cup of coffee or two
and let the dogs run outside when they are through
A great way to start a day and even beginning the week
to have a great breakfast with the foods that are a treat.
I need a place to sit and relax.
I need the best of snacks.
To start my writing prompt,
I need a slice of pizza to chomp.
I need the tv to turn off.
I wish I had a writing loft.
If someone would put that clutter away,
I could sit quietly and write all day!
Once the quiet sets in.
It’s bedtime, so I settle within.
I’m not tired at the moment.
This silence is heaven sent.
I woke up at 7:00 in the morning.
I wonder if my writing was boring.
I take my notebook out.
Wondering what my writing was about.
A notebook filled without words.
I wish I had written about birds.
Or music, or sadness.
Or even badness.
But now the tv is back on.
Out comes the morning sun.
I really should be writing today.
But sometimes I think there is not much to say.
SIMPLY YEATS
My verse under Yeats’ carved door
he merrily chuckled at white
envelope, sketched butterfly
said he preferred to receive
verses this way rather
than reading them across
post-modern websites
He invited me to tea
we simply savoured small
cheese squares, crumbly
scones watching a squirrel
chomp a cheerful chestnut
lost and found
What word can describe
fleeting images of poets
graduated, yet living on ?
Vacant ….a vacancy
that awaits a word
wandering ethereal
manifesting ____
a lover expecting his
Beloved with cherries
a shadow across
poetic dreams
Parody of Up On The Housetop
Out in the garden flowers grow
but, its winter and there's snow.
Inside the oven cookies bake
all for the little ones to take!
Chomp chomp chomp this is good!
Chomp chomp chomp this is good!
Out in the garden flowers grow,
but, its winter and there's snow.
There's a rumbling
In my tummy
Think I might grab
Something a little yummy
A donut...no I need salt
Some chips, a pickle to chomp
A banana, that's healthy
...oh no, I gotta go
I was healed, why now
Did I do something wrong
Help me, LOVE
I think I hate food
I just don't get it
Stomach problems, all my days
While others enjoy life
What am I not getting
...oh....fear....there you are
That's stupid...to THINK about food
When I'm free to eat
Ah, a set up from the beginning
To make us retreat
I do not desire what isn't for me
But I will take this journey, just to see
That fear has no hold that LOVE can NOT free
Written by Trudy Schrader on 10-18-2024
He prowl very still across
the calm merky waters
I can see him and he can
see me with his big yellow
eyes his pupils are lime
green slowly he crawls not
even shooing the cranes
from off his back he crawls
past the woodstorck perching
on one leg the tall Cypress
trees seems to sway as the
moisture dampens the earth
it's July already Christmas
trees are ready to be cut and
shipped off in time for the
Christmas season I love this
time of year although the heat
covers the swamp not a breeze
in sight the female alligators
panted all night laying eggs
upon the drift wood herons
flying high as egrets feast
on snakes the sun peeks in
around noon as the alligators
approached the grass sun
bathing watching the golfers
tee off sipping brandy in all
this heat commotion beckons
someone fishing just lost a limb
my mind wanders the nature
of this prehistoric giant unseen
until prey invade his space again
chomp bones breaking cracking
like branches the lake swells wails
screeching lots of feathers the
deer rush through the forest just
keep moving continue on stop your
squawking and keep on walking
Written By: D. Collins 6/4/24
Please wake up and open your eyes.
To a man my age abortion doesn't apply.
Confederates outlawed it because they lost the war.
The sons they lost somehow had to be restored.
Young People, are you listening? It's directed at you.
You're right back in it, so it ain't nothing new.
They will chomp at the bit until nothing is left.
Through the "YouTube" phase the whole lot of you slept.
You won't know it until you have lost your vote.
Which is on the agenda of the Supreme Court.
Young People, pay attention, it is in the mix.
Get out and handle your business on November 5th.
Unkie, my friend or foe
At night with a pin he'd stick me
So he said; in his bed
With him I did not sleep
Had my own bed_no dread
Unkie, my friend or foe
Had a curved walking cane
One hand was unusable
He had harsh attitude
He's so confusable
Unkie, my friend or foe
He had a bad sore leg
He got burned in a wreck
Running his homemade shine
That was his one paycheck
Unkie, my friend or foe
Could be soft and loving
Helped me out of the swamp
When the swamp monster ate
My shoes__ socks with one chomp
.
nibble nibble
chomp
oops
Sharing hard candy with her best friend Shirley
Impossible task if deciduous teeth are lost prematurely
Although each child progresses in a different rate
My predecessor took its time as I came in a little late
I caused Chloé pain erupting—cutting through her gum
An icepack so frigid was chilling, making me numb
Chloés sneaky attempts to hide sweets in her room
Have cost her front baby teeth to come out to soon
Candy, I chomp up and bite down ‘til it’s in many pieces
Crunchy and noisy, sugar and saliva all over me releases
A child should brush us teeth, at least twice per day
And avoid sugary foods that promote tooth decay
A stubborn child who doesn’t listen to mom's wise advice
Needs to be told over again, more than once more than twice
A sweet tooth like me never gives in and so, I have a chip
Off to the dentist we’ll go, for a temporary behind Chloé’s sore lip!
Written: August 2023
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moonless selflessness
heavenly bloodstones rainfall~
the beast rainstorms chomp
to hide in the dark
dangerous, brash rain monsters~
the Sunlight squandered
luminous shadow
gradients of gray wobble~
slumbering music
painful heart eclipse.
sun hidden by bloodstone rain~
night saps our spirit
the howl of rain beasts
darkness drinks in, clawing bones~
stuck in vague tones haze
everyone eats
everyone chews
tails are flicking
whoobe whoo woose.
chomp chomp chomp
flick flick flick
barn has lots of women
they like their farmer slick
pull pull pull
our udders are full
where is that blasted farmer?
for our pull? pull? pull?
If you do not have a joy drinker in your house
Know that their teeth chomp up everything except for a mouse
We have one here, and he eats all the junk we don’t want.
He will eat all of the left over pieces of meat from a hunt.
He’s pretty handy my husband said after he met joy drinker.
Not arrogant or stuck-up, kind of common, not much of a thinker.
But he’s terrific if you are trying to get rid of junk and stuff.
He just drank down a bucket of mud; he is really tough!
Oh, for the taste of a sweet, juicy berry,
some sweet rose petals would make me happy;
I'm so tired of woody browse and acorns,
my throat gets dry and my teeth are worn.
For an aging buck needs good sustenance;
I hate the browse cracking, such dissonance!
I long for tree buds, tender grass and shoots;
I'd kiss a squirrel for some acorns or fruits.
I love buckeye, chestnuts, pecans and raspberry;
some strawberries, blueberries and blackberries.
To run through the fields seeking a spouse
and revel in the colors of those lovely grouse.
An apple or two, perhaps some paw-paws,
fresh almonds are tasty to chomp in my jaws.
Sweet herbs like lemon grass, sage and chicory,
dandelions, alfalfa, plantain and hickory.
I yearn for those tasty pleasures of Spring,
my mate and I will enjoy everything!
2-14-2023
Winter is not Forever Poetry Contest
BJ Legros Kelley
Vanishing mid-chomp,
kicking up a fluff of snow,
spooked somehow away.
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