Grouse Poems

There once was a jovial baboon 
who loved to put music to spoon 
he came to my house 
quiet as a grouse 
until he pulled out his bassoon 

Feb 5 2020
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To MOM; March 11,1979
This is the story of an animal trainer,
Whose mettle and courage, couldn't be plainer. 
A search'd reveal if you'd care to explore, 
None greater exists than El Eleanor.
She's faced the very meanest big game
And transformed them all...Read More

Marriage to alarmingly ballooning...
dramatically expanding spouse

Eats her weigh out of home and house
unsolicited feedback courtesy
yours truly, she does grouse
quite doubtful, she could pose
for playboy and/or penthouse
returning explicit volley
of trailing appellations lobbed

expletive laced epithets
directed at her husband the louse
in lame retaliation...Read More

A balmy breeze arrives to bring
the subtle scent of flowering ling.
From heather nests the red grouse shout
their rapid cry of chut-chut-chout.
Aloft, is brightest blue and clear
and on hill slopes are grazing deer.
But this moor has an evil mind
and wicked ways...Read More

Try to remove clutters from house;
Studies say it causes stresses
in mind; one continues to grouse;
In time one suffers from tension.

Clutter creates a messiness;
Studies say it causes stresses
and generates unhealthiness
In time one suffers from tension.

Cunctation is tied to clutter;
Studies say it...Read More

My friend came home to come inside.
Where he knew that warmth and love abide.
And he could sate his appetite.
And know that it will be alright.

He knew his human worried so.
Each time he said he had to go.
The back porch light...Read More

"i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go . . . "
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Shorn from arbor crowns by sharp northern breeze
Aging maple leaves curl like rumpled rugs,
Falling as stars amidst disrobing trees
Shivering in the face of hoar frost hugs.

A wee mouse sniffs wind which wakens his needs.
Snuffling with fury, tossing leaves about
To find...Read More

Three cats did share the same house.
Two sweet but one was a grouse.
Two got along great but the third t'was love/hate.
But there isn't a mouse in the house....Read More

Chill has filled the air
frost has formed upon the ground
leaves have begun to fall
aches and pains have settled in
I'm heeding nature's call

make way for the bear
the grouse, the blue tit mouse
It's time to disappear
let's hibernate 
and return again next year...Read More

I am painted by a minor Dutch master
whose name is only known
as a Flemish squiggle.
Low clouds could evaporate
or lift the wings of varnished geese.
Wind-sails part a low-land mist.
I will send the black dog.
Pheasant and grouse fly up
each feather intense with...Read More

MY LAND

Staff rod in hand and, on my feet a good pair of hardy leather shoes
Set off onto the bight coastal track to a view of many colourful hues

In four score plus ten of my years; not a day ceases...Read More

Wise words work well
Odd lines cast tell


Risk reaps real rouse
Dance grips grand grouse


Prize play prompts pace
Live here warm trace


Apt aim airs ask
Yield sense totask


Rich rays rest rhymes
Heart heeds such times


Yes yields your yoke
Mind works fond strokes


End ease earns each
Style sweet...Read More

Is that a Robin in the Nimbus, I see
or perhaps a large chickadee?
Why there’s an assembly of foul progeny,
in that gargantuan, puffball sea,
that seem to be mocking me.

Oh, who populates those thunderheads?
I see not one, cardinal of red.
That vaporous curtain,...Read More

The sixty-year reunion
of the class of '55
was quite a celebration
for the ones who had survived...

First came prissy Pomeroy-
then Milford, Meeks, and Moody
who like old crows, perched and cawed
at busty old Miss Trudy

While Trudy curled her lip
and bustled off in mock-huff
(secretly...Read More

Once upon a time, Prunella
dwelt amid a magic wood
a dainty pixie most rare
whose temperament wasn't good

Last one of her purple line
in that dreary, dreaded glen
where beasts ever feared to tread
and mankind had never been

For purple pixies were known
to be devilishly...Read More

A small tornado passed on through
And split some neighbors’ trees in two.
The toppled pieces hit the ground
So branches scattered all around.

No harm was done to man or house
Thus it makes zero sense to grouse,
Though clean-up will be far from cheap
And...Read More

Gnomes in the bedroom, faeries in the hall.
Fey folks all over, none of them are too tall.
Night time magic giggles hilarious to me.
Of course mischief galore, everywhere you see.

Nefarious gnomes cannot be reasoned with.
Brownies join in.  They give me...Read More

There is a gopher hiding in the gooseberry bushes,
Kaie, the town gossip told me.
I looked hard.
Got prickled by the bush’s thorns too.
Got bloody.
Hey! Someone said.
It was a snappily dressed gorilla. 

He was wearing a Stetson with a paisley hat band.
He...Read More

The darkest crevice bears the strongest light
To disperse the leftover sun over shadows white pale
The barren trees stand stark against the snow laden blight
While the tender tips of jaded green grasses raise their heads above the trail

The owl swoops downward...Read More

I made a birdie house one day.
Of wood and glue and painted ever so gay.
It had little window boxes too.
It was simply marvelous, created for two.
The birds gathered upon the ledge
To eat the seed I had put there to lead...Read More

Underneath the looming hemlocks,
the incline makes each step a strain,
up sandy earth and broken stone,
but I see sunlight up ahead.

Emerge upon a high ridgeline,
underfoot now is all bedrock,
scraggle pines peak through its big cracks,
throw shadows, the squirrels chitter…

The hot gaze...Read More

We learn to take our medicine
No matter what the taste
And follow doctor's orders,
Though uncomfortable, post haste.

Yet children have to be convinced,
For if the flavor's vile, 
They'll try their best to fight it 
Using obstinance and guile.

Perhaps a bit of bribery
Or...Read More

The Smarts And Dogged Callisthenics...
Cannot Wall The Will Of Catapulting Mice

A titled unwritten poem requiring
little effort to dip and dive
I accidentally, inadvertently,
and unexpectedly scrolled up in digital archive
among various and sundry literary endeavors,
eh, maybe about a bajillion and five,

in various...Read More

There was a master French chef named Pierre
Who fancied himself quite suave and debonair __
   He once cooked a grouse
   Said: "It's on the house" -- 
Too bad the Cosa Nostra'd ordered bear
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