emergency vehicles are racing down the freeway
the noise of sirens would have my nerves screaming
if I were out there
but I am safely and cozily wrapped inside my home
with two enormous puppies
Feeling a sigh of relief that my freeway-driving-days are over
Retired now, I do not have to go anywhere
during rush hour or non-rush hour
I live in my pajamas some days
and my fluffy slippers
Each air conditioner is topped
With its own mound of snow,
As well as all the window sills
I see, lined in a row.
I hear the blowing snow machines
From down there on the street,
A background noise to the more pleasant
Pinging of the sleet.
The cars are covered, clad in white,
And won’t be moved for days,
Though buses and some SUV’s
Plow through the wintry glaze.
It’s comfy in my city home;
There’s tennis on TV.
With food to eat and beer to drink,
We’ll get by cozily.
Tomorrow will be time to start
To venture from the nest,
But while the snow keeps swirling,
Looking out from in is best.
Bumble, the baby bee had the best cradle of all
It was carved out of a walnut by his Grandpa Paul
It rocked in the wind, gave a gentle little sway
Bumble slept inside it cozily, snoring away
Polar bear chased Joe into a cave
Already there was a princess and knave
They waited until the big gal went to sleep
Then stealthily stole away with nary a peep
polar bear here
polar bear there
she gave us a scare,
she gave us a scare
Polar bear slumbered cozily away
As they climbed out of her cave that day
Hibernating now, the three told all who would listen
Staying away from that frozen cave that gave a glisten
polar bear here
polar bear there
she gave us a scare,
she gave us a scare
Feeling lucky they had survived the bear’s hungry ways
They all told the story from then until the end of their days
A princess, knave, and a regular guy named Joe.
Who still tell the tale down in Kokomo.
polar bear here
polar bear there
she gave us a scare,
she gave us a scare
Our teacher says, “By peer teaching you can learn,
You can share your thoughts lovingly through cooperation”
But there’s always a big problem with my peer partner, Fern
She's quite clumsy! Keeps dropping her stuffs when it’s my turn.
She crawls on the floor to get things, taking time to get up,
Her attention is so shallow, my patience is no longer enough;
Just enjoy crawling on the floor my friend, I won’t let you stop,
Anyways, you’re the best student in this class… always at the top.
I’ll just lay down cozily my head on our old school desk,
Thanks for sharing your bright ideas, clarifying things and all the rest;
I fervently hope you won’t hurt your knees, back and neck,
And nobody will find you crawling on the floor especially Mrs. Leclercq.
Everything perfect, something amiss
memories I hold in my heart’s abyss
unsaid, unheard, unfinished
Treasured always, only mine to be cherished.
Laying awake on the bed so warm
Waking up to the azure of the dawn
Scent of pinewood that lingered in the air
Feel of carpet on my feet numb and bare.
Melody of the hymns faraway sung
Aroma of delicacies in the cottage that hung
Nestled in a meadow somewhere uphill,
Sitting cozily in the misty morning chill.
Rowing together to the places unknown
Beads of sweat ,on my forehead shone
In lap of the mountain lay a lake so vast
Wishing that time stops and moments could last.
Faces unknown, yours etched on my mind
Travelled miles, so you i could find.
A rosy picture painted in my head
Found myself in the tryst instead.
Two minds who fell apart as older they grew
Little did i know it was my last time with you.
You were my something old, something new.
something borrowed and something blue.
The cat speaks,, listen!
I recline here,cozily staring at you.
Lost in the windows of your mind.
Penning, you do all the day through.
As a poet’s pet, I am sweet and kind.
Your breath is a lullaby, under the moon.
If any spirit be my Muse, it is surely thee!
Sleeping on my poetic, warm cocoon.
Bringing you love thoughts, ,magically!
5/18/2023
Shh! Babies are sleeping Dorie said.
Slumbering in dreamland with her Uncle Fred
Tummies full of dolly potatoes, they are amply fed
Especially after gulping down cinnamon bread
Two dreaming of a trip on an African bobsled
Cozily cuddled up in a rocking chair bed.
One baby dolly in a nightshirt made by Grandpa Ed.
All three in dreamland where only angels tread.
I feel each magical note resonating into my ears
Clearing up my mind, catching beautiful memories
Melodies flow like crystal water gently soothing my heart
As I savor the lively rhythms for a new mood’s start.
As it plays, I feel like cozily sprawled at verdant valleys
Watching endless panoramic view like no more sunset
I inhale dreamily the breezing sound wishing no finale
Eventually healing my soul…gaining refreshed mindset.
From time to time, instrumental music makes me whole
It feeds my mind and quenches my thirsty soul
Its strong magical spell conjures up my daily life’s load
Into a joyful lightness, thanking and praising the Lord.
March 17,2022 12.51pm
At short siesta time after lunch at noon
I sat alone cozily in my room
Listening classical song from my phone
Its melody dreamily brings me home -
A home where warmest love sweetly blossoms.
As I closed my eyes and took a deep sigh
I’ve reverie while feeling lulled up high
I savored each gentle flow of refrain
While fun memories with loved ones came by
I’ve wished my siesta and music sustain.
Jan 31, 2022 6.29pm
For D Forms - Dizain- Poetry Contest
N/A
Bring your juicy mouth close to mine ,
in this dark room .
You love me , that’s what you tell me all the time and I pretend to believe you .
Caress my glorious back ,
as smooth as a calm sea .
Whisper in my ear all the cliche words of your ancestors,
while I pretend to tremble to the deepest nerves of my bones.
Your bed smells like old meaningless battles;
The subtle perfume of one day flowers ,
moans entangled by smoke .
Even so , I allow myself to rest cozily inside your embrace .
Listening to your black heart that beats like steel drums,
because
wickedness is easily ignored in the dark .
Your deceit , my motives , my wise skin,
this sterile desire , this aimlessly passion,
this embrace that tomorrow will be the cause of more pain.
In the dark , I can’t see your sword ready to strike me tomorrow.
In the dark ,you can’t see my dagger with which I end you today .
do trust me...
whisper into
my ear
all your troubles
and rest your head
cozily
on my
broad shoulders;
go on,
your secrets
are safe with
me, and only me
and I wholeheartedly
trust...
you with all of mine
(yalto)
"Yalto" is a form invented by yours truly.
Line 1-15: 3,4,2,4,5,3,2,3,2,3,3,5,6,1,5 syllables
Date written: 10/06/2021
Huddled within a canopy of trees
cozily wrapped inside a wooden cabin
earthy womb of must, dirt and dust
leaded glass windows set the scene
shadow and light dance through the pines
tea kettle whistles over a crackling fire.
Written on 6/15/2021
Notably quotably
Poetry's potency
Metrical dictation
Meditation
Cozily, dozily
Wordably herbal tea
Personification
Medication
1/7/2021
Warm Embers Glow.
.
Wrapped up cozily safe and warm
In my angel's wings
Within our soft feathered nest
A time of blissful awakenings
Sharing giving soothing and tenderness
Skin to skin heart to heart
A single sumptuous lingering kiss the spark
Ignites the flames of passion and desire
As the night slowly expires
The embers still glow
Long after the fire
.
Peter Dome©2020.
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