Grandfather was up to the task
As everyone took off their mask
Shouted “it’s no disgrace”
To show all of your face
And offer a toast from your flask.
And the Naysayers said “this can’t be”
I’ve had the shots – one, two and three
I think it’s a trick
As I still got sick
I should have known that nothing is free.
And the dogs who thought people so sweet
Are now huddled below and beneath
The sofa and chair
Shaking with fear
For they just found out people have teeth.
We’ve removed the masks from our face
Now we’ll carry them just like our mace
In a pocket of fear
As people draw near
Well…because….you know, ….just in case.
John G. Lawless
©3/1/2022
a distant god
sits alone
watching
talons
itching to strike
circle
a silent hunger
drives the wolf
to hunt
hidden
in her embrace
a mother’s fear
John G. Lawless
©11/19/2021
AN ILL FATED FOURSOME
There was once a giraffe called Flashy,
Had a girlfriend whose name was Sassy
In addition, had a mistress called Trashy
And the girlfriend, a lover called Splashy
They romped and played all of the day,
Not giving a care to criminals in their way,
For danger lurked whilst they just lay,
In a dreamy, erotic, sun drenched bed of hay.
Reality soon crept up on these randy four,
As predators came knocking at their door,
The pride of lions let out a delighted roar,
Licked their chops, a mess on the grassy floor!
A complex ego:
lips on a flame
like Kama Sutra.
Starless night
to probe a moon
going downhill.
A needle in hay
protects the wound
of a kiss.
Portrait was incomplete
without pilot
to fly a plane:
Satish Verma
I’m in love with A
Alas she likes B
B fancies C
But C wants me
~a sea gull’s swift flight
over waves, shadow as kite
last catch before night
~choppy waves reflect
birds of sea by light inspect
dead fishes’ bisect
~shad fish seek cover
fish schools shield each the other
surrogate mother
~ocean waves relent
light of day energy spent
sea smells of salt scent
For and in honor of Carol Brown
And contest: What’s The Buzz
The awesome foursome are the famous radio show on in the morning from 6 to
10
They are the three roosters and the mother hen
There is Bob who is full of lust
An insatiable appetite for beer and busts
Then there's Tom, who is never short for words
Or cell phones, I just heard he bought his 33rd
And now the female of the bunch
Who would choose flaxseed oil over a Nestle's Crunch
Here's the part we have all been waiting for
And then there's Chick, did you ever fix your attic floor?
They are all so great, I love the non- stop troop support
Without them a lot of today's top comedians will still be sweeping floors
Thanks to you all and all that you do
Bob, Tom, Kristy Lee and Chick even you
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