I have no beef with your God
(unless it's The Golden Calf)
who they may say
works in mysterious ways
but I take umbrage at those who claim
to speak on his or her behalf
and here's a laugh
'No graven image' was handed down
yet they're here there and everywhere
all over town
Wherever I may hop
and plop them down
in summer my hind feet
are a shade of brown
yet in winter white
which leave large footprints
each and every night
but then by day
I'll have you know
they give the game away
as is my inborn habit
here there and everywhere
for at best I'm less a rabbit
more a snowshoe hare
When I first arrived, everything seemed to be just wonderful
I would never imagine there would be so much beauty here
Everything appears so radiant and colorful
Yet, I have witnessed hatred, here, there and everywhere
I was never taught to hate or lie
And I was never taught to cuss or steal
I often wonder how it feels to cry
Are those tears fake or are they real?
When I arrived, at first, the warm air was welcoming and suffice
All the flowers, the mountains and deep blue seas
Were so picture perfect, everything looked so nice
With all the animals and birds and bees
But I just can't get my mind off of a quite a few things that I saw
Like the wars and the killings that some humans do
So many crimes- all types of people breaking the law
Everything seemed wonderful, well, that just isn't true
So, how do I feel, you asked, so I'll say
When I look up in the sky at the moon and the stars
I feel a little "Come se com sa" today
And I wish that sometimes I could just be back home, on Mars
lollygagging is something I intend to do more of
because I am older now
many would say OLD
I despise that word
I lollygag here there and everywhere
pausing in between lollygagging to watch tv,
play word games, and play with my two dogs
wait a second.
Isn’t that also lollygagging?
Loving my retirement moments
I tried to lollygag this morning
but I had a doctor’s appointment and an EKG
and no one let me lollygag for two and a half hours
This infuriated me
Her big beautiful eyes were piercing me up and close
Her playful smile playing all over, vainly trying to prepare me
But, as always, in a trance I lay, heart pounding, mind blanked out.
Completely unaware of everything, except her unabashedly gorgeous presence.
Moments passed, without a word, without an act
Didn't know it was that typical lull before the storm
And then it stormed down, here, there and everywhere
Voluptuous kisses, first gently in isolation and then unending showers.
Me taken completely by surprise, pinned, breathless, overwhelmed.
But, at the same time, enjoying the wildness, the ecstasy, the euphoria.
To get drenched in the first flush of rain, I guess, is always memorable.
'It's raining!' my little one exclaims, and I nod, struggling to look out.
As I watch you sleeping there,
seventy years of living etched into your silvery-gray hair,
I feel my love for you as deeply and as much
as I did that night when you first let me touch
your exquisite beauty, here, there, and everywhere.
I am persecuted
with no compassion,
here, there and everywhere,
I have no home anymore.
Wherever I go I'm a nuisance,
I just try to find my way
here, where all the beings
belong to.
You, humans are taken
all my habitats,
my everything from a breath.
I am the bad when I take
food for surviving,
but you are a hero killing
just for fun.
I am the Iberian wolf,
the one doesn't feel
like howling to the moon.
A murderer under
the farmers' eyes,
a fighter in the woods
without life.
Easy to blame me
for all the disasters
made by yourselves.
Hunt me until I'm extinct,
after all, I have not much
left to fight for.
Something, dear human,
we have in common,
fights and wars
for survival in lands
without respect, nor principles.
Kill me with your reasons,
you have the best guns,
I will kill your sheep,
I only have fangs.
Endanger I am,
so you will be,
a common life
we have to howl for.
JUSTICE
Justice is for some but not for everyone
Unfortunately, the right thing is not always done
Some people are not treated very fair
There are injustices here, there, and everywhere
I don’t know why we sometimes get it wrong
Can’t we just all agree to get along?
Eventually I hope we can all sing the same song.
They fall gently as of softly fallen snow. Then lay upon the solemn earth for a time, until winds pick them up and let them dance here, there and everywhere. Winds swirl, tossing those pretty leaves in a whirl. As if dancing a hurried waltz, the music too timely to wait, for a settling change of winter snows.
Bare branches; leaves scattered, as Autumn that has come and gone. A chill in the crisp morning air, bright blue skies shown with a golden sun shining bright. Morning has bid farewell, afternoon sun bright on leaves that hang alone, no where to go till the final frost that sets them free, then scurries them about and the north winds carry’s them away, then gone is the Autumn day.
The full moon followed us here, there and everywhere with its madcap mischievousness, but brought us home safe and sound. — poet
Pleasure of pleasures to be home.
A pleasing treasure of the front door.
Opening, stretching, seeking solace.
Practically diving inside, turning
the faucet back on; releasing air
conditioning and oh…oh…the joy
of the showering spray, removing
the night before, the morning after
from Delta delays. Oh the laze…
did I say the laze…oh no no no…
working to unpack, just to wash
and refill the suitcases. Laboring
for a reunion in Atlantic City.
Mercy and mercy and fun, fun, fun
in the Jersey sun and buffets too,
and much talk talk talk…until
our threshold greets us again
with a chummy slap on the back.
As we taste the ink seasoned by those with a poetic mind
We nod in good gesture to those who wrote
Great minds think alike, yet none are two-of-a-kind
Wonderful poets are so easy to find
Here, there and everywhere, we note
As we taste the ink seasoned by those with a poetic mind
Shakespearian Guild- "THOU ART AS FAT AS BUTTER" -refined
Words never so true, in quote
Great minds think alike, yet none are two-of-a-kind
Some poetry should never be left behind
Twirling our thoughts like a feather- afloat
As we taste the ink seasoned by those with a poetic mind
Poetically speaking, "THOU ARTS WE BIND"
"FAT AS BUTTER" these words we bloat
Great minds think alike, yet none are two-of-a kind
Remember these words that in BOLD I've outlined
"THOU ART AS FAT AS BUTTER" -rewind
As we taste the ink seasoned by those with a poetic mind
Great minds think alike, yet none are two-of-a-kind
Third-Person Villanelle Poetry Contest
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins
11/7/2022
Tommy fell off his bike and broke his bum
When he set off to find a new one
Big, tall, or one size fits all
A man he met at the mall,
offered a new bum but for a large sum
Tommy looked here, there, and everywhere
Even the stores where they sold underwear
To venders who had his back
But his bum still had a huge crack!
Something was still wrong, how very unfair
His bum was so noisy it brought him shame
It made weird noises and he got the blame
Tooting, hooting, and squeaking
when anyone started speaking
His bum sounded like a video game
When he discovered he had the loudest,
his talent made Tommy the proudest,
A butt trumpeting bold,
better than a pot gold
His sound-system backside, the best!
Sonic blasts when Tommy bent over
He picked a perfect four-leaf clover
A gas that blew him away
well into St. Paddy’s Day
A blast heard from Dublin to Dover
Small snowflakes sift
Through the cold air
Like ounces of sugar
Swirling everywhere
Wind seems to play around
With the flakes in designs
All the way to the ground
Depending on strength it gets
It may decide to leave drifts
Here, there and everywhere
As the magical movement shifts
Heidi Sands
1/29/22
This Christmas
So it is Christmas, an unusual one;
it will surely pass by and be gone.
This unusual Christmas is in disarray
that I feel like a kid asking Santa my way
to visit and see me to ride in his sleigh
so Rudolph can take me up, up and away.
Oh, what fun it would be to be up there
jingle my way, here, there and everywhere.
12/24/20 Tania Kitchin
Christmas Rhyme Only 8 - 12 Lines Premium
Prize Poetry
We stand in lines
All the time
Sometimes those lines
Are short
And sometimes those lines
Are long
And seem to take
An eternity
We stand in line
Everywhere
We stand in lines
At the grocery store
Waiting to buy groceries
We stand in line
Everywhere
We stand in line
At clothing stores
Waiting to buy clothing
We stand in line
Everywhere
We stand in line
At concerts and movie theatres
Waiting to buy tickets
For concerts and movies.
Standing in line
Sometimes it’s the hardest thing
To do
But it happens everyday
Here, there and everywhere
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