My dogs are similar to cats in some respects
sometimes they get a certain stance
give each other a knowing look
a chase that rivals a squirrel chase ensues
they jump from couches to recliners
circle to the bedroom and back
the furniture moves two to three feet
as they begin their next jumping session
they are huffing and puffing now
it is like having giant four-legged gorillas inside
they just raced out again, the chase is on
I wait before straightening the furniture
Embraced by the Night
as it falls slowly onto my lap,
its face loses warmth,
the cold overtakes the residual
heat as it leaves its system,
abandoned by its devoted
owls of city life,
waveless emotions fill
the tattered streets of
forgotten memories.
The shadows remember
imprinting every visitor
of each generation,
cursed to loneliness
and the unfriendly
familiarity of flashing
synthetic lights carved
alongside each street
corner advertising
its owner's utopia.
The air fills with delectable
treats,
salty and sweet fleeting
away in a cloud
huffing and puffing,
the smoke blazes
through tone-deaf
voices of drunkards
passed out by the trash
bins living and breathing
on the sounds of past
regrets wandering through
painstaking artistry,
only a smoke and a sip
can endure the frost
in this City’s jagged
itinerary
A dream has come to life
With defiance
to the compelling world
Strutting into plain and places
stalking courage and resolve
Befriending friends and foes
Defeating fiends then men
Huffing while toppling the night
romancing faith
just to oust fate
aligning the sun
to set tomorrow
and always
The wind like time
Does not beg permission
It does not pause for longing hands
It moves illusively disappearing
Coming and going
Weaving the strands of tomorrow
into fleeting dreams transcended
From the bones of yesterday
It waits unseen in silent stillness
mummering with mystery
charging into an array
of constant cycles of energy
Touching everything
In its river of drifting sighs and huffing gusts
Its anger devours with
Screeching tempests
Swallowing the lifeless forms
Without discretion
Making alive and moving
All that lies in its wake
At the crossroads of departure
Spinning like a bird in flight
You are taken in its wake
Uplifted into its command
Within the chasms of little choice
Unsurmountable mountains of truth
Lay just ahead in perilous wait
Only to come to rest
Succumbing to the valleys of peace
To witness destiny
There must be a way to enjoy Christmas Day
But not fill my belly with food
Most years I eat till I’m fit to explode
But this year I’m not in the mood
My wife said she thought I might like a hot sausage
Which sounded a little bit rude
She said, “Just try this, it’s so warm and inviting.”
I said, “Now you’re just being crude.”
Impatiently huffing, she suggested stuffing
It seems that my wife is quite lewd
She asked if I fancied some leg or some breast
I kept schtum, which I thought might be shrewd
I gave in and asked for a nice fruity tart…”
And she yelled, “To what do you allude?”
I said, like a chump, “Okay, give me some rump.”
And frankly, I knew I was screwed!
Memories
I remember the coal fire
Crackling and flickering
Toasting bread as well as feet
I remember the steam Train
Huffing and puffing
Steam and smoke engulfing us all
I remember music, the Mersey beat
Beatles and The yellow submarine
Hipsters and Bell-bottoms
I remember it all
Memories of Music
Memories of fun
Memories of Life now long gone
If I can be honest
I must cranberry confess
I really don’t want it
No longer need your sex
I don’t mean you
Are invaluable to me
Just mean I don’t want
All that huffing and puffing
I giggle sometimes
At myself for lemon lime
Is the taste of the sexless
And it is still good to eat
Between the sheets of paper poetry
I did once enjoy so now I don’t
Change my mind want a sexless song
To sing as a fire sign soul
It’s not that I don’t love
I guess I love me more
Cranberry confessions
Sexless obsessions
Bricks under our soles, and
The fluttering of mushed sounds
Paddle inside mine ear.
A portion resembles a desperate race -
Another scoop conveys an andante walk -
And a fierce heap of…
Stiff and hollow steps—
Ring in a shallow manner—
Down through the dim alleyway—
Methinks, they are all going in some sort of
Clear or foggy direction,
Where some signs are faded from the sunlight,
And some signs are scratched away at by the
Huffing—and—puffing of the decades.
At the edge of the dark forest, in shadows
Breathing the heavy morning dew, just the two
soft commotions kiss the silence as they froze
listening, for a presence, gentle hearts flew
huffing, puffing, thick scents of moss, blackest earth
outfoxing the hunter whose sure to pursue
he’s been an ever present danger since birth
always, she’s two steps back and one step ahead,
hoping to make it through fall for what it’s worth.
she feels like she is living in constant dread
and her fawn, oh, how she yearns to protect him
each season, she’s trying to avoid bloodshed
often, she travels in the creeks where they swim
sometimes eating bits of their corn on a whim.
Contrast:
Between the predator and the prey:
She starts the hunt with blood in her eyes,
She’ll seek out the trespasser to say her goodbyes,
Outfoxing him, soon he’ll pay the final price
She’s going to kill him, so next fall they’ll think twice
Before trying to trick her – he should have played nice!
Triggers
Soft & loud
Here comes the storm cloud
Sssh the silent treatment
Meant for cruelty intent
Everyone’s the enemy
Even if I don’t agree
Stomping, slamming,huffing & puffing
Saying he’s only joking and bluffing
Ignoring, interrupting, intimidation
Only leads to darkness and deflation
Rolling his eyes and being dismissive
Thoughts of not to live
Invisible is how I feel
He says it’s no big deal
Triggers are all around
Without any sound
we keep away from the racket
street noise, huffing and puffing
to whisper intimately, a lilt of catchy
its weight of dandelions seeded
an ebb and flow of what others thinly imagine
we whisper a new kind of lyric
personalized
gratifying
soft words of casual enticement
me finding her eyes that dart like Dagwood tumbles
whispers to remind us of a shared love of lines
like Picasso angles
or jutting pines in backlit light
as hawk wings tower bladed lines
hushed words
crafted to startle and surprise
a serene feeling of time slowing
what could go wrong in whispers
like syrup on waffles?
our way to trace clues of pleasure
rich in concealment
to fill our minds
with music at low volume
played within a world
as it is
pulling apart
tilted at us
The greatest thrill you've ever had
You probably have more than one
Try to keep it clean dear people
This could be read by a bunch of young'uns
Wanna know mine well of course you do
This goes back to when I was courting
My very first kiss I can still feel the thrill
Loved messing around and cavorting
Sure blew my whistle as I rounded the bend
Snorting and huffing and puffing
The top of my head started shooting out steam
And I lost a bunch of my stuffing
Oh to go back and experience it again
Those glorious days of my youth
Unfortunately they're gone never to return
Down another gin and vermouth
I know I’m right
So I’m keepin’ calm
I’ll bide my time
‘Til I drop the bomb
My flamethrower
Is almost charged
Into the room of your thought
I will barge
Why should I get angry,
When I know I’m right?
It’s pure and simple —
Plain as day
As obvious
As the nose on your face
My composure,
I shall maintain
While I stretch you
Across the rack of pain
(chorus)
No point in any of us
Growing upset
Let’s keep up manners
And etiquette
A side of wisdom, please
With that stuffing
You’re beet-red
All huffing and puffing
When did politics
Equal God?
When did we put our uncles
Before the firing squad?
Your Uncle Keith —
He’s always right
Now kiss my face and
Say goodnight
This Thanksgiving I’ll nibble jerky
Cos somebody just named my turkey
The snow’s crisp and even
I can’t feast on Stephen
And mulled wine has made things look murky
The turkey ran huffing and puffing
And now I can’t locate my stuffing
That feathery sinner
Has gobbled my dinner
And so I’m thanks-giving for nothing
I am Seraphim voyaging to descend
Spanning the lake of invisible water
A spindrift of twirls of huffing wind
Falling-in Fall leaves gathered on a rusted altar
Blissing in delicate spirals I bend
Just where the river ends
Exalted and brilliant within intangible halos
I light the world then setting slow
In golden hues I fade then falter
Sublimely reimagined I do delight
To evaporate into the glow of night
Painting the moon with vestiges of the coming day
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