The woman at the shelter with 7 kids
I felt blessed in my mess
My infant won’t remember this
Her kids were cute from 10 to 2
Pitter patter a stepping ladder
How she loved on them swooned
The shelter gave her a few carts
They made do with those few
Sleeping was a Tetris game of art
I remember how cold it was
We huddle and cuddle
Warming our children with love
Watching like a hawk at lights off
Such a place often not safe
From two legged predators that walk
I told myself never will I share the story
Forget you’re here dry your tears
But trial to triumph God gives glory
I wonder about that woman still
Did her kids remember it
The cots the situation the chill
Instead of keeping it a silver secret
Told my son what was done
Hoping he won’t ever repeat it need it
Thank you for the heavenly volunteers
Working there donating care
I remember after all these years happy tears
I am a young pup named Spot
today I will be resting on my cot
I would say
to you cats today
get plenty of rest you’ll need it
Oh, dear Cot, you have supported me steady
From my days of infancy to senility
All through life you are my close buddy,
In unrest, it is in you I seek tranquillity.
Sprawling on your chest, to what all places I wander
To dream’s never- never land where I gleefully meander
Whenever I long for a relaxing nap
Like a host, you wait for me with all hospitality
When darkness descends, invariably I come to your lap
And you wilfully extend your warm cordiality
You are a close companion and a loving friend
I cannot tell, with you, how much of my time I spend
Both in the mundane regularity of daily life
And in sickness and ill health, you are dearly cherished
After a day’s tedious toil, you give me instant relief
Thus, in umpteen ways, your presence is greatly relished.
Of all other furniture that make a house a home
You are the most valued in your quadruped form
March.4. 2023
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Hugh Hefner did the Bunny Hop
So well that some would call a cop
With lightning speed
He did the deed
Because he could not lie on top!
Tyne Cot War Cemetery
White head stones in countless rows
Soldiers all from the Great War battles
Thousands dead now glory served
Each one a son and loved one
Victoria Cross engraved as heroes found
Known unto God a sad refrain written
On the stone “Their name liveth for Evermore”
A Christian Cross on top of a German pill-box
Sacrifice for the “War to End Wars” unfulfilled
A hundred years past but still it begs belief.
© Paul Warren Poetry
She had a little bear
Whose arms held her there
On the collar of her blouse
And it made her smile as she would drowse
On a summer’s day in the sun
For she was such a little one
And I would wonder then
How her life had come to this end
On her home cot bed that evening
And the sadness it would bring
But Cot Death was insidious
And the knowledge of it was not for us.
© Paul Warren Poetry
they trash and bash
looking for that stash
some have there plan
as they make the stand
do it cold or hot
money is there lot
the
CAN MAN PUSH COT
they have the look
that get you hook
some look rot
sitting on there cot
i know one name sade
a ols hag
the
BAG PUSH COT
LADY
ANYBODY GOT ME A COT?
So here’s the problem as I see the situation
No one ever looks around too well
Survey the area and it will lead to information
Then follow me, because I found the map to Hell
I mean if you ask me that’s where everyone is bound
Name me one person you know who never sins
So I searched up and down, on the landscape and the ground
Now follow me because this is where the madness begins
It begins and ends with fire, heat and unbearable screams
And I’m telling you to get ready for the fire
But remember, prepare yourself for nightmares and never any dreams
Because Hell is reserved for every sinner, sucker and liar
In Hell ain’t nobody got no cot, no hammock nor bed
And I tell you to look around at every man, woman and child
Keep the fact that you’re going to Hell firmly planted in your head
Because you’ve all slain either a human being or an innocent animal in the wild
Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
coffee stand
with a fan
they sell bells
some do well
making money
honey
alway stop buy
and by a lot
at a
PUSH COT
ANYBODY NOBODY GOT ME A COT?
So here’s the problem as I see the situation
No one ever looks around too well
Survey the area and it will lead to information
Then follow me, because I found the map to Hell
I mean if you ask me that’s where everyone is bound
Name me one person you know who never sins
So I searched up, down, on the landscape and the ground
Now follow me because this is where the madness begins
It begins and ends with fire, heat and unbearable screams
And I’m telling you to get ready for the fire
But remember, prepare yourself for damnable dreams
Because Hell is reserved for every sinner, sucker and liar
In Hell ain’t nobody got no cot, no hammock nor bed
And I tell you to look around at every man, woman and child
Keep the fact that you’re going to Hell firmly planted in your head
Because when we get to there is when the wicked really go wild
Phreepoetree
fighting for freedom,
my freedom itself is lost;
on this cot I dream.
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