At crawling stage you learn for good
That floor speck doesn’t taste like food.
The stove is hot, do not touch lest
You dare to put it to the test.
Don't fake big tears as false alarm -
Crying wolf fable brings more harm.
Now son, your real struggle and strive
Starts to go on in adult life.
Do not knock up your date unless
You're on one knee and she says yes.
Grey matter matters, not the size.
Don't drink and drive, no compromise!
When come of age you must consent -
Either move out or pay half rent.
Trust me, age is not a number,
Getting there will more encumber.
Say no to drugs and holly smokes -
Respect your loving, wise old folks!
My twelwth not last advice to you -
Do as I say, not as I do!
February 8, 2023
My mind wanders off into daydreams quite often.
Or are they just playing scenes I have forgotten?
I spent some time reading from various topics.
Taught musings around concern I have forgotten.
What I loathe and always hate is the crying wolf.
Still young to ponder on what could be forgotten.
Shades of burning amber and red fall to the ground.
Light caressing fresh touch scenes can't be forgotten.
A soundless rustle of leaves; wild inspiration.
How to reveal scenes so they are ne'er forgotten?
When I call to mind a bunny trapped in spotlights,
Hunter who catches broad ones is ne'er forgotten.
Natural muse, tranquility among lush trees.
The calm, swaying trees vowed not to be forgotten.
Oh, to return to my youth for only one night.
It was a scene, maybe ne'er to be forgotten.
3rd place contest winner
Written: January 03, 2023
My Muse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
In the soul's darkness
An eagerness is thriving
Living on life,love, ambition
Empty its dwelling depths
Eye of Darkness, light is hope
A heart yarning,lost,daze
Pain felt in its mist
A love far away as moon
Star twinkle in her eyes
Stranger has awaken the beast
Her heart, emotions felt
A darkness larking there
The essence of bitter sweet
Crying wolf, crying love me
Saying pleasure my desires
Woke up were us from our slumbers
And destiny brought us together.
We were far apart from time to time;
but as the time flew to the moon,
Came her with a happy heart.
At times, I retrospect on the moments of the past.
Those happy moments a second didn't last
And now I am thrown into an abyss of a sorrowful life.
Some times, I wonder where is she.
No more I can't see my queen.
The one that has an irreplaceable place in my heart.
The one that brought a new meaning to my life.
O my sweet Glo!!
You have made me a broken vessel
abandoned by the seashore.
Whose heart is no more.
My pain is like a crying wolf left in the desert to die.
Life without you is all but an empty life
O my Glo,bring back my heart.
For you are all I wish for in this life.
As long there is no you.
There will be no me, my queen.
Please stay with me.
Don't go and leave me a broken piece.
Back and forth with you
Next time you call
I will not be there to answer the phone
You say you love me
But that not what I saw yesterday
You was with her
You swear
you will change
But it's the same thing with you
You can catch the daily dial tone
now
Every time it's the same thing with you
Call Wolf
Call Wolf
Call Wolf
you thinking
you can leave whenever you want and I will be waiting for you
every time when your heart get crushed
Look who you calling now
you crying wolf again
you can catch the daily dial tone
Call Wolf
Call Wolf
Call Wolf
In sheepish clothing human (kind?) have growled at what they
thought to be a star in the drama of false knowledge
Narcissistic howling for eons
Predators behaving as if the earth is the centre of…what
while the light has thought to be enlightened
It is the moon’s faulty torch
Arms strong and light years afar they conquered
beamed at their glory and hailed their progression
A howler of lunar proportions
At the beginning there was the word and then came radiance
glowing decrial and wild shouts refusing the message
Crying wolf too often horsens in vain
08th July 2018
Written for Julia Ward's contest 'Wolves and the Moon'
Poison onion rings
Bunion on a sling
Rustic carriage bolts
Shoe string eating antelopes
Cankered bison crying wolf
While dancing under the heated son
No one comes this is the dawn
A thousand times you'd smile
Saying you were leaving me
That you've found something better
And that you want to be free
But you've been crying wolf forever
My pain you loved to see
After all of my forgiveness
For all you wicked games
You ran without a warning
Far away from all your shame
No note or any reasons
Left for my broken mind
Desperate for an answer
Of which I cannot find
Only peace I find through all this
Is I am free from sin
But still I am the loser
Not knowing what you want to win
Vying buck running, rutting,
Crying wolf crooning, yowling.
Prowling puppy pouncing poking.
Nipping nuzzling nibbling.
Quirky bug buzzing by,
Funny frog wooing, wowing,
Witty owl winking, primping,
Blitzing cockcrow crowing.
Morning moon wincing winking,
Twinkling-twirling tinting
Pink puffy fog, coloring
Glibly, gifting until morning –
© January 4, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: H-E-A-D-S OR T-A-I-L-S!
Sponsored by: nikko palmario
It’s something you’ll learn to regret
Crying wolf to shield your secret
No truth behind the words you said
Come on, lie down, you’ve made your bed
Made me act a fool, worry, fret
It’s something you’ll learn to regret
Maybe veracity you’ll find
‘Til then love will resume to blind
I pity who’s next on your list
You’ll grow on their heart like a cyst
It’s something you’ll learn to regret
Your lies that they misinterpret
When you do mean the words you say
No one will trust you anyway
Stuck in the past, you can’t forget
It’s something you’ll learn to regret
*~* Crying wolf on so many occasions - and yet cries that she's honest *~*
in an internet world
stumbling upon possible scenarios
needing to be resolved
people afraid to reach out
and yes i have become
the biggest liar of the world
and a reward for calling it in just in case
my supposed crime is out there
crying wolf squeaky
medals of bravery awarded for actually caring
welcome to the team
in the midst of spelling mistakes
the code cracked
reduced to gods coming
bleach everything
a protest of going to war perfected
with our good intentions for mankind
we have learned to protect ourselves
not sure how many heros there are out there
but we are about to find out