What do I see when I look into the persistence of memories?
Does it carry the same effect if my eyes were microwaved?
Would the clocks be suddenly corrected
Or shall they be straighter than the vision of Dali's
Melting in the feelings of the sunlight should they be saved?
Mine are are mine, though no matter how they're erected
Give it your best shot; to understand if their just follies
There was an instant silence
A blanket of shush floated over the court
Scottish cats are here!
This whisper surrounded us
I looked toward the door
A jaunty cat with attitude sauntered through it
Before he was announced
As if he owned Spain, England and Scottland
He gave me a nod as he approached the king
The king looked displeased
I wondered what it was about
But we were rushed out
None of us were royal enough to be privy to it
When we returned the Scottish cats were gone
How they left, no one knows
Except the King
12/2/2023
Oh, the excruciating job of finding
a comfortable pair of shoes!
And why do we fall asleep so darn
early at night?
Driving after sundown is a fright!
Hey, gravity, stop pulling on my face!
There's a younger man I wish to date!
Desiring to dance like a sexy Sambista,
but why does sitting seem to be my fate.
Can you please help me bring the those
groceries in?
Stop staring at me~that's really no sin.
By the way, what's my cousin's phone
number, I cannot recall.
Seniors to God, are close and very dear.
What's that you said, my dear?
So sorry, I cannot hear!
Used to act this one out in grade school.would run my hands down face as flowing tears as I recited.Always well received ok here it goes....
Birdie ,Birdie, in the sky
Why you poo poo in my eye
Me no Bawl
Me no cry
Me just glad that cows don't fly
If memory serves Jonathan winters was the poems source.I was just
too happy to share his genius with the world.
My chicken has been flickin'
Her feathers in the hay
The cattle waged a battle
In their field the other day
A turkey feeling perky
Jumped up and ran away
Feeling daft, I laughed and laughed,
That's all I've got to say.
Small little Halle, Molly, and Dolly
full of mischief, puppy collies;
climbing over each other in their folly.
Snarling and growling, around in the yard,
while Reilly the Saint Bernard stands guard.
Reilly rolls onto its back, as they come hard
climbing all over, nipping and licking volley.
4/9/2021
Porky Pig plastic bank, streaked with tears
Offered at my parent's bedside as they quarrel
over money scarce like the scent of angels
Bickering exhaustion
that steals the dark's stillness.
______________________________
7am Saturday morning cartoons
incentive to rise and spy Bugs Bunny
a trickster, brash, cocky
pulling me into rabbit hole hijinks
Elmer Fudd befuddled - Daffy Duck diddler
Road Runner renegade, as Wile E. Coyote flattened
explosive pursuits
surreal mirth
Jarring clang of animation - smack down liberated
from the blare of discontent
Saturday morning cartoons, Looney capers,
sketching my childhood fantasy
in flannel pajamas comfort
For a TV box, within my reach, magical getaway
vortex of forgetting
Cartoons of hilarity
washing my sealed world in whimsy
unfastening laces of grit
thriving like the history carried within us
robbed, from a child's bank of remembering.
Poem revised: January 27, 2021
Bugs whispered to Marvin in the pale moonlight
we can overtake this election with a strategic Martian fight
Marvin’s helmet fluttered as he muttered, Bugs, we could be the common denominator
Bugs Bunny uttered his plan to Marvin the Martian with Porky Pig as the new moderator
We could rattle their brains after Porky is trained and leaved them all flustered
Porky said he’s on board and gives his accord, is what he stuttered
October 7, 2020
It's Saturday morning and still dark as night
My pursuit continues in the pale moonlight
I’ve baited my hook and I’ve cast just right
I eagerly await in the glow of dawn's light
I've been noticed by a few but not seen by all
A few ducks arrive, giving their migratory call
A sneaky little muskrat comes swimming right in
He's stealthy and quiet, then erupts a loud din.
Silence was broken when geese honk in shout
I hear a feisty crane, chasing seagulls all about
The sun has risen to announce the start of day
Still no bites on my hook, not even a nibble to play
I'll bait it once more. He wiggles as I throw him in
Will they bite on a worm or do I need a lure that spins
Whatever the outcome, there's a conclusion I reached
I’ll rig up one last time, using a squirmy black leach
The mask as a disguise, to amuse to terrify to dodge
From the beginning of time in rituals and ceremonies
Intimidating, punishing, shaming, exorcising, protecting
From disease with pointed beak in an aromatic camouflage
Time does not alter man’s rituals of compulsive assimilation The fascination angst and agitation of the unsolved mystery
Relentless since time began knowledge of deaths certainty
Again we sneer in sweet scented carnival celebrations
Youth laughs and dances daring the winds to strike
While we so much older know how cruel life can be
Even as we gaze dreamlike at the stars and the seas
Soup Mail Follies
Never use it to destroy a poet.
Because it's the sender who gets
joy from pain in doing so.
Our world has enough problems
in it, no?
Why crush a poet's soul?
There's something aberrant in it.
Pray for the sender.
Delete the email.
Above all, do forgive!
Pick up your shining pen.
And I say, in God's name..
Begin a new poem right then.
Love~ Panagiota
June 12, 2019
Noon PST
1)
compassion
a walk
a phase
past a parapet
to trust
a bridge to serve
in an evening
of gladness
gliding
as a blaze in the
dark
2)
this caring
canyan
a watershed
a platform
an idea
in focus
of measured attention
enlarged
on a palette
ablaze
in the dark
3)
forsaken
voiceless
yet unaltered
pretending
to be different
wearily
in despair
sorrowed
learning apace
in instant rest
as pity ebbd
4)
outside
a glimpse of starlight
and
a smooth sphere
a brief sound
in space
wrought
in the highmost
place
always
& evermore
flowing
freely
and
necessary
to this night
of grace
5)
a perfect
partition
in a window
on yesterday
the void
extinguished
belief
repossessed
in an instant
hesitation
of panic constrained
as
calm returns
to become
resolution
natures jollies we see human follies
donkey raced down to the lea
happy, happy, like a bee
racing for his flower
a mare feeling his sour
he was the collector
of her nectar
he wanted some now
now, now,now
of her, to sow
sow, sow, sow
he had needs
he had greed
he had neglect
for her respect
wielding his hoofs
as she stood aloof
she wasn't game
for his shame
she fought back
from his verbal attacks
he begged her please
for some cheese
she turned...his braying ways
for lasting days
he was an ass
so goodbye to their past
so in natures jollies
we see human follies
now, now, now
do we really
or am i being silly
the main thing
the message is not arcane
connie pachecho
1/19/17
this is not a poem
as has been written on things of triviality
they say
and i change my side of sleeping
the dreams i start to see are too negative
again this is a fit case not to be called a piece of poetry
then i place myself to be accepted as a fool
the ignorant world instantly refuses
and the option of ignoring
they choose instead
leaving no choice for me except
whipping and flogging their pony of follies
now they run and shout
and in wonder eyes they see in aw
who is this man so wise and comes on riding ?
“Don’t take candy from a stranger,”
My mother said,
Unless you’re dressed like Frankenstein
With a hideous mask on your head.
If Christmas is about a baby’s birth,
Why do we buy trinkets and bobbles,
For all daddy’s worth?
When that baby died,
And rose from the dead,
To celebrate they told me,
A rabbit can lay an egg.
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