Snakes don’t always hiss
Some will kiss and hug you
Rub your neck after a long day
And tell you that they love you
Snakes don't always hiss
Sometimes they'll have your back
You might call em your “Dog”
And tell people "They're a real Cat"
In situations of self preservation
Some snakes take the form of rats
Snakes don't always hiss
Before they attack
Snakes don’t always hiss
Unpredictably they strike
When you least expect it
Is usually when they bite
Snakes don’t always hiss
Nor do they always bite
They can be present when you hop the fence
Or tuck you in at night
Snakes don't alway have a shape
But trust me you've been warned
You'll never know when or why
A snake will take it's form
The bluff, bump and bluster turn
to blunder asunder with hisses.
As ego deflates with a myriad of
mistakes and chaotic miss-hits,
it dismisses an over-inflated sense
of power and influence
down the off-ramp.
Oh most of Europe..' Is in a fit.' Realitys has kicked in.' Also
Putin says has been safekeeping, many intercepted kidnapped kids.? Some are American too.' Now what will
The so willing do.? I even doubt this (true story) will be
Explored? being much too gory.' Oh dear Lord!! cause Trump
And Vance, must know on which foot fits the shoe.? Till
Then? its (Hiss slap spit) ya know what America? let them spit on me too.'
wind hissing through sky
the clouds hidden by darks veil
weathers war proceeds
A songbird serenaded trilling so sweet.
It resonated thru my soul.
I pulsed to the beat.
Sitting by the pond a frog greeted me.
I croaked back at him serendipitously.
I came across a dog whose tail was wagging.
I bent over to greet him, my body gently sagging.
I discovered a snake concealed in the mist.
I stood quietly in place and let him hiss, hiss, hiss..
Chris was shaking all the hands close to his.
He’d just thrashed a math problem like a whiz:
At home shall tell stories starting with this;
Exactly the chance he would never miss.
“Sorry that the Math you solve makes your bliss:
At eighteen you still don’t know how to kiss
While Chris kept waltzing heard a long hiss
Sarah who had sworn “Nothing like false peace”
This week shall be getting a new boyfriend
And shan’t be sleeping alone next weekend
Once an achievement is like a rubbish
The assessor chooses to be snobbish.
she releases hiss, tires flat
but for spouse with a spare tire.
repaired, but this is amiss -
her teeth release hiss
Let fears not hiss, heart prefers bliss
Throbbing fullness, here now
Rapture of divine sublime kiss
It just is ~ don’t ask how
Stop thought flow, be now free
With pulse of love agree
In carefree, joyous spree
The trick is this
Let fears not hiss
07-May-2022
Quietus
Beware of what starts with a hiss and a roar,
As it is sure to soon sport, a broken oar,
With sellotape being sent for,
To cover up what is an obvious flaw.
Yes beware what starts with a hiss and a roar,
As something could be rotten to the core,
With those afraid of being shown the door,
Looking to cover up that flaw.
Beware of what starts with a hiss and a roar,
As it is you and me who will have to pay the more,
When the cover up is no more,
If those who knew about the flaw,
But kept going using an oar,
That should never have left the store,
Manage to sneak out the door.
a baby rattler
a coil of consequences
napping on warm stones
John G. Lawless
7/8/2020
cold stunned predator
chilled in a hoar frosted fear
slowly slithering
John G. Lawless
©10/18/2019
There is a sound that comes and goes,
With no particular rhythm, a subtle hiss,
I tried searching for it once, it knows,
For as soon as I search, it will surely cease,
I put it out of my mind, hearing it from time to time,
As days, months and years passed by,
The constant noises around, ever drowning me in sound,
While my eyes kept occupied by these lights we glorify,
Life! Demanding as it has been,
Somehow always chasing for an unseen dream,
Nothing is sensed for we are always fed,
Everyone in tranced and we live like we are dead,
As I lay quiet in silence, watching and waiting to expire,
The hiss flowed faint like a slow, withering death.
In that final moment I finally realised that the old forgotten hiss,
Was actually my life-giving breath.
Life is held only by a thread of breath, so breathe aware.
Hiss
And through the hiss and static
I heard my mind say
kindness is humanity's default setting
everything else is just pain
And it all comes to this,
A whine and a hiss..
Can you look at that sadness?
A feeling of utter madness.
When you are ignored and put down.
Those emotions - when you are beginning to drown.
Hey! Also, that sorry gloom running on your face.
A world has crashed on you and left you in a daze.
A mere disagreement is all it takes.
For insomniac nights and sombre days.
Very often, we kill our soul!
A chaste existence takes the shade of coal!
And it all comes to this...
A whine and a hiss!
Potential is
the moulted skin
of a snake in jest—
laced with
the plastic tatters
of an old crow's nest.
A makeshift bulletproof vest.
With a valiant crest.
Worn by a soldier
on a hollow conquest—
to claim broken toys
in a fetid wormy chest.
It means nothing.
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