How did you get here, little one?
You are such a contrast to these dead leaves and sticks
They are gray, tan, and ugly
You are a misfit in the world of the unseen.
You usually fit onto a rearview mirror of a car.
I cannot see anyone wearing you as an eyepatch
I doubt you fell off someone’s backpack.
Wait a second, here is a thought.
A persnickety camper who attaches an air freshener to his backpack?
I smile at this absurd idea.
Should I leave you here for others to discover?
Or should I pick you up, risking my life, for you might be germy.
Playing it safe, I take a photo and leave her there to delight other writers.
Categories:
germy, nature,
Form: Free verse
The slots spin,
the casino’s siren song
bellows its flashy music-box tune.
Click, click, click….
O so close!
“It’s not gambling,” she says,
“it’s just a half-assed prayer
we ritually repeat to a sleeping deity.
one that doesn’t like germy fingers
poking at her all night.
Don’t forget to wash your hands,
they provide restrooms,
for when we are tired
of crapping out
on the craps tables.”
Categories:
germy, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Anteater had Covid and no one would come over
Swan ran toward his house with her pet dragonfly Clover.
They brought him ants freshly picked from the fallen log.
He was excited to see them, and so was Chester, his dog.
Thank you for coming! Do you want something to eat?
I wouldn’t! Warned a scurrying corner-hugging mouse.
Of course, they did not want food from this germy house
But the generous anteater’s gesture was sweet.
Categories:
germy, animal,
Form: Free verse
Don’t bury me in an eco-pod
for I am biodegradable already.
Don’t bury me in the earth,
or animal feces I might birth
nor in lead
because while lead is harmless to the dead
it is after all lead.
Don’t bury me under stone,
beneath a stone all alone.
Bury me in fermenting compost,
you may leave my feet
sticking out just for laughs.
Yes wormy me, good an
germy, awfully squirmy,
until all is dank and smelly,
the I will grow roses
out of my belly.
Categories:
germy, poetry,
Form: Free verse
A nurse saunters by
wearing all black
even black nursing shoes
I never saw that before
The ones with super hero scrubs work with children.
But which patients does she work with?
Do they think of her as a real nurse not wearing white?
Questions to ponder as I see masked bandits
enter in and out of doctor’s offices, sharing this germy common room.
Categories:
germy, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Prose Poetry
There is a part of me, an obscure mossy part
that is an underlay, a lichen-like carpeting
of scud and muddy surf that some might call earth.
Within that membranous sub-coat
neither devils nor angles live, yet there are creatures
they merge and mingle swapping their miniscule bodies
with each other just to scurry hither and thither
as different aspects of a microcosmic,
yet ever growing awareness.
I think sweet St Francis would have seen through me;
I believe he would have blessed my animalistic sub-existence
while teaching each germy, parasitical, symbiotic
cellular organism of mine how to knit together
the image of God in this filmy mire.
Categories:
germy, poetry,
Form: Free verse
I am a mouse, black as a shadow
I may enter your house
I am a mouse
I search first for shelter and habitation
I then nibble tear up and ravish and destruct
I gnall and munch and eat off your food
I can make you do a funky dance when you enter the room
I can't be germy and nasty if given a chance
Did I mention and tell you we can come together and dance
I am a mouse
1/15/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Categories:
germy, adventure, analogy, animal, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
There is a part of me,
an obscure mossy part
that is an underlay,
a lichen-like carpeting
of scud and muddy surf
that some might call soul.
Within that membranous sub-coat
neither devils nor angles live
yet there are creatures
and they merge and mingle
swapping their miniscule bodies
with each other
just to scurry hither and thither
as different aspects
of a microcosmic awareness.
I think sweet St Francis would have
seen through me.
I believe he would have blessed
my animalistic sub-existence
while teaching each germy,
parasitical, symbiotic
cellular organism of mine
how to knit together
the shape of God
in this filmy mire,
this gathering swarm
of innate holiness.
Categories:
germy, poetry,
Form: Free verse
His healing power will heal you in times like this. If you believe all your problems and worries will be fix. Ventilators and Iv parasites your human form but our savior and creator will erase that germy storm. All things are possible if you just believe, hold on to hope and his healing presence will flow through his created leaves. A warm feeling is not your temperature installed but it is your Holy Spirit who was called. His healing power goes higher then his own creation. Jesus Christ will heal this earth’s birth pain detection. Everything will heal in his glorious name.Their is no doubt that he wants everyone to feel the same. So live another day and be free from ill and let our Savior and healer heal. God Bless!
Categories:
germy, blessing, creation, god, health,
Form: Rhyme
Grotesque green grandpa and grandma goblins gratifying greasy gravies.
Gregariously greeting grateful guests who are going goat-herding in Greenland.
Glimpsing grievous grandchild who gobbles greasy gravies greedily,
Grandma and Grandpa gives Gabe, their gallivanting grandson a glimpse of
Grotesque germs giggling and gallivanting in grease. Gabe is good-natured
as he gobbles, and gasps at the germy gunky gravy.
Categories:
germy, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form: Alliteration
her neihbobors pollen
caused her to sneeze
it made her angry
and she fell to her knee
oh god this
damn pollen
what the hell will I do
it's everywhere
she rinsed off her car
and she continued to sneeze
she washed her hair
and said oh god please
she cursed every grain
she damned every one
she Cursed the meteorologist
said he thought it was fun
damn you all
and damn the medication people to
damn let spring be over
i know you feel the same way too
germy germy people!
Categories:
germy, anger, anxiety, character, music,
Form: Bio
Remember the old story about money making the world go around?
Not anymore!
Credit cards are a way of life now.
People have no idea what to do with cash money.
Dirty, hand exchanged money.
Ugh! Who wants that grubby stuff?
Germy, grimy, sneezed on
Bad, cold-infested money.
Yuck!
No one wants to take it.
Knowing the possible germs
It has been exposed to.
Measles chicken pox, mumps probably
All traveled through society on the backs
Of dirty, grimy, greasy, dollar bills.
Credit cards are so much
Crisper, cleaner.
Credit cards for everyone!
At least most of them are
Only handled by one person.
Even my 87-year-old mother
Who swore she would never have a credit card,
Has to have one so she can order on Amazon.
She lives in a small remote town with
Few stores.
Money?
Bah, humbug!
Not for our society.
Credit cards is where it’s at now!
Categories:
germy, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
The Lemon Wedge on the Rim of Your Glass
By Elton Camp
Exposure to germs isn’t always a blight
They make the immune system work right
In normal living, we get all that we need
But lemon wedges all good sense exceed
It’s quite likely that you are going to find
The lemon picker scratched his behind
Washing lemons, restaurants say they do
In most cases, the claim simply isn’t true
Lemons are dirty when they enter the door
In the café, they’ll get contaminated more
Slicing is done with hands germy as can be
And the knives used aren’t of bacteria free
The slices are handled with glove or tong
Think that and you’re usually very wrong
Servers pick them up with hands unwashed
And against the glass rim they are squashed
With pathogenic bacteria your drink is spiked
The risk of getting sick has just been hiked
A recent study found bacteria such as these
Pathogens from skin, saliva and even feces
Even when it’s “No lemon” that you say
It may appear on or in your drink anyway
Drinks lemon-free really ought to remain
If from drinking germs you would abstain
Categories:
germy, food, drink,
Form: Rhyme
The mouse in our house is a rat,
I'm now quite certain of that.
It's not little and cute,
It's long and uncouth.
Can't wait til I hear it go splat!
11/16/12
(An apology to all animal lovers. I really do not
want to kill it. I love animals too. I just want the
germy rodent out of my house, and I want him to
stay gone!)
For Andrea's "Show Me the Funny Part II" contest
Categories:
germy, cute,
Form: Limerick