My fox screams and yells in utter disbelief, a glass wall silencing his pleas
I can only watch in utter display as my fox slowly but surely withers away
You may ask, ‘Why didn’t you help?’ or ‘Why just watch him fall?’
But the horrid, harsh truth is, I tried everything and nothing works at all
The glass cage, is seventy millimeters thick, much too tough for even an icepick
Yelling and begging that my fox stay calm, leaves him confused and much too headstrong
For the silence between us goes both ways, whether I push or tug, it always causes us dismay
I would bang on the glass, crying out his name. Yet the fox just sits there, immersed in his pain
Of course his isn’t the only pain in the room. For my feet are shackled, in barbed wire, I’d assume
As I walk around the cage and bang on the glass, the wires cut deeper as I trespass
I’m desperate to help, for it all to go away. But the magician is still here, finding glee from our pain
And finally when the hour strikes nine, all motion ceases, except for mine
My special fox is dead, while I stand unwillingly, surrounded in my pool of red
Categories:
icepick, best friend, conflict, courage,
Form: Rhyme
Just read a book
written by a Jewish woman
which was published in the 1920's
It told of a working woman and her would - be benefactors
The story moved quickly - it was a fast read
It threw me back in time
to an age quite different than our own
Although it really wasn't all that far back in time
The writer captured the zeitgeist
quite well
Reading a story can
can remove one
from their reality temporarily
and bring peace to a worried mind
Poetry is different
It cuts into the cold heart
like an icepick
Here in the fabled Lower East Side
we need relief
some people here play dominoes all day
some love rock and roll
Whatever your heart tells you to feel
Try to capture it in words
Reach out and tell them your story
I escaped last night into the
pages of a novel
I remember a song which
had the lyric
"wish I could find a good book to live in"
I concur
we
Categories:
icepick, books, poetry,
Form: Didactic
In Punxsutawney, a cute little feller
is a slick, and precocious foreteller
Phil predicts with his nose
But the tip of it froze!
He used an icepick to clear out his smeller!!"
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Punxsutawney Phil Contest: 1/19/15
Sponsored by John Lawless
Categories:
icepick, funny, , cute,
Form: Limerick