Does a man become less hirsute when balding has occurred
and the hair upon the head it disappears?
Perhaps not !! It seems there is thickening of the eyebrows
hair protruding from the nose and much more fluff filling up the ears Pardon??
a writer’s filler
calico kitty
teased sixties hairdo
a thick foam mattress
frosting on cupcake
unneeded words
puffed up and pumped
white duck feathers
virgin lamb's wool
moving clouds
whipping cream
marshmallow
frothy
pillow
fluff
Bum Fluff
I suffer
acute bum fluff
shortages.
Oh, how I love a summer day
when I can go outside and play
with Puff, my dog, and Fluff, my cat-
who wait on the house steps or mat.
The flowers first, I have to tend;
must water them- their thirst to end
so they stay pretty- healthy too.
This is the first thing I must do.
And after that, when I am done
we play together and have fun!
I love how they both wait for me!
They make me happy as can be!
Fluffy is how I view myself,
No sitting around for me on a closet shelf!
Teasing me will get you nowhere,
I'm very proud of what I wear!
Throwing barbed comments,
Used to blow me asunder.
Now I know your just jealous,
Of the fluff I am under!
Keeps me warm on a cold winter night.
Ads girth to my fist,
If I feel like a fight!
Fluffy is who I am,
Am proud to say,
Have always been this way!
Some kids have dogs or cats.
I have a squirrel, Fluff-fluff.
Yesterday he took me to Old Man Flatt’s.
What am I looking at? I asked, as I gazed at stuff.
There were soybeans of course.
Far off was Farmer Flatt’s oldest horse.
Something was curving itself in the grass.
It is only a garter snake I said, as it passed.
My squirrel would not look at me after that.
He likes to pretend he is big, confident and phat.
It will not hurt you I said to Fluff-fluff.
He was embarrassed, because he likes to pretend he is tough.
Drink in life from a sippy cup,
take it all in but stop at enough.
Quench the mind's thirst but
don't over stuff.
Distinguish from what's needed
from what's just fluff.
Reflected light is shimmering here,
finding me floundering in my fluff,
gazing at this shattered glass
as I dance, dance away, away.
I cut my bare toes -
sixty steps to the minute,
those sixty seconds, sixty seconds:
click-click, tick-tock, bop-bop.
Your shine dims like a dull, dull dime
in my battered brain, seeing the blood
on my toes, as they dance, prance
on the shattered shimmering glass.
A battered brain is shapeless stuff
that lets me flounder in my fluff.
The shattered brain sees shattered glass.
They'll take this tumour away.
Will humour return, humanity remain,
once I've danced, pranced
for those surgical folk in masks
who'll take knives to my brain?
(6/7 Feb 2023)
YOU'RE A POET AND DON'T KNOW IT
When it comes to writing a poem
The field is exceedingly wide
Write all you can
And your skill will expand
You may begin to see a new side
Don't let the bad weather faze you
Its color is what you abide
Form words in your mind
And you quickly will find
New thoughts will give you a ride
Life should be lived in its fullness
Yet be careful with how you fulfill it
Your thoughts and your words
As you closely observe
May cause you to need to just chill it
If you feel you have something to say
Say only that which is kind
Then you'll know soon enough
That it wasn't just fluff
Which you had in your own little mind
No matter how plain are your words
And how lovely they sound to yourself
There always will be
Those who will flee
And want you back on a shelf
Keep trying to write all you can
With different modes and design
Learn new ways to do it
As you slowly go through it
At last your poetry will shine
Copyright, Kathryn Search
Elastic bands
bound as a ball
holding fluff
and other stuff -
oh, what a ball-like beast to bounce about.
It holds:
magic,
religion,
sorcery
and even thoughts of Mr Merlin -
oh lovely stuff we play with,
hold as belief,
believe when we hold such stuff.
Yes, wish to believe in belief,
play with belief
until we can jettison it
and toy with belief again,
perhaps tomorrow
with a glass of wine
and several smiles
while giggling and babbling
and playing with that ball of elastic bands
that holds stuff, just as belief does.
(Feb 2022)
Where did it come from?
We stare at it.
Is it part of the dog's tail?
Or another thing he has dragged home from the neighbors?
Is it part of the memory foam mattress he has already chewed?
We stare at Buddy; he is giving us a practiced angelic pose.
We do not discover what it was until three days later
All the stuffing inside my husband's left boot has been chewed out.
whimsy and fantasy are for a fluffer
I am a concrete wall, none of that for me.
No weird nicknames like little duffer.
I’m hard and rough and coarse as I can be.
Don’t try to soften me up or make me smile.
I am not happy, merry, excited or gay.
Your cagey ways you need to back pedal dial.
I’m strict and staunch and mean-like; and I like it that way!
Fur on my cat
Wish I had it
Imagine that
Fuzzy and soft
Stuck to my skin
Flat and aloft
Warm and cozy
Happiness mine
Snuggling nosy
Licking I wash
Puking I pout
This dream I squash
I’m Tweety Bird and ‘I tawt I taw a puddy tat,’
But what I mean, Trump’s nightmares fear a democrat,
I’m as yellow as your hair, tweet,
Feel sure you dye it fair, tweet,
Vulgar antics towards opponents, shows lack of morality
Fake tan, untruths, arrogance and more, sadly your totality.
Become a mature American leader Mr. President,
Your unacceptable rapport with world leaders has evil intent,
Sorry, you are just a reality show,
A favour, take a bow and go,
You fuel Racism, Feminism, Semitism, encourage Supremacists,
Build a wall, which Mexicans dig under, such a hedonist!
President-elect Tweety Bird, stop your victimization, it’s become boring,
Debateable If you possess, any political finesse, for war hoping?
Hurriedly looking for a vaccine,
I Tweety Bird, first in line,
Side effect, maybe both of us losing our yellow fluff!
Would discuss climate change, but know you’ve abandoned this, rough!
A fluff of life
He sensed something on the window ledge
it was an insect of the summer past
its hue was grey totally exhausted it could not fly anymore.
He took it inside. put it under the lamp
slowly its colours appeared it moved dreamy wings,
a residue of spring.
He said I like to call you a rainbow.
He left the light on when leaving the room
The Rainbow had tried so hard.
In the morning the battle was over
a piece of fluff the draft from the open door blew away.
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