Momma asked me, What's the title of the book I'm leading,
I did not answer, but just looked at her,
After a minute and a sigh
'Its untitled' I said, with a gentle smile.
Somedays its tragic, other days its magic.
It has its own shares of adventures,
while somedays its just lazying and cozying in bed.
It's about a writer, a lover, a son and a friend
Some chapters talk about late night parties,
some chapters shows the lonely painful nights.
Its a comedy and a romantic
A lover with no lover,
From a boy to man.
It has no prequel nor a sequel
Just a book with pages to be filled.
Momma laughed and nodded her head, as she said,
"Be sure to add a happy ending"
Categories:
lazying, books, family, humanity, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Little did I know as I baked my afternoon cherry pie
That I would spy a tiny little mouse lazying around the window seal
He was tiny and gray peculiar I'd say.
I watched his nose dart swiftly in search of a meal.
I was fascinated that such a tiny creature could run so fast
His legs carried him swiftly down the ledge and onto the ground
His little tail behind him flew past
I leaned over and heard a squeaky sound.
I jarred the window open quickly and listened for the noise I had heard
I heard it not once but twice a little 'squeak squeak' then it went quite
I worried to myself as I baked my pie that the mouse would be lunch for a bird.
I was scared he would become part of a large animals diet.
I shut the window and returned to my pie
I wondered if I would see more of my visitor after I left him a snack
I searched through the refrigerator practically playing I spy.
Aah Ha a treat for my friend, a good old piece of Colby Jack.
For: A short poem contest
By: Roxanna Johnson
Categories:
lazying, animals
Form: Free verse
My cats are smart.
They are so well trained.
Before I can get the can open
they are around my legs.
Crawlin’ up.
Thank God for denim.
When I see them lazying.
All I have to do is go outside
and they run to the bowl.
Never mind the five gallon
dry feeder which always
stays fresh.
I just pop a new
can of fish.
When it gets dark
Mama cat comes and stands at the door.
She just stands there ‘til I open it.
Then she jumps up on the bed
at wife’s feet and begins to snore.
She is so smart.
Of course I do have to open the door.
Maybe she has me trained.
I’ll have to think on that a bit.
You know? That makes me feel
sort of like a twit.
© Apr 04 2010
Categories:
lazying, animalsme,
Form: Free verse