Long 4th Poems
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my tale might seem implausible and free
eager thumbs up with a capital tee
from my pet Charlie, a chimpanzee
What is the whole story asked Aunt Bea
glowing spaceship landed next to me in Tennessee
as pretty as any stock car registered for the Grand Prix
when the door opened, the aliens headed toward me
Thirteen of them, walking in formation of a solid vee.
They waddled a bit like an inebriated chickadee
I had become statue-ized, my feet refused to flee
As they closed in, I noted they were filled with glee
All giggling, I could hear a united tee-hee-hee
They were shorter than I thought, leader came to my knee
My mind was blanked for a bit, not sure how I got free
Did they carry me away to their planet X Y Z?
If I remembered that, I would feel pretty proud of me.
I like to bring board games into the classrooms every once in a while.
It causes my students to laugh and play, some of them first time smile.
I’ve never found a better way to check these things, their basic reading level, and more.
“I’m going to tell; you’re a cheater! You lie! That’s not the rules!” It shows me losers, sore.
This amazing method tells me a lot, and rather quickly, going room to room.
The teachers roll their eyes, wondering what I am doing; hoping I will leave soon.
“I can’t be on a team with her, I don’t like him, we do not get along.”
Some of them have targeted the whole class, when they sing this silly song.
PET CAT
My pet cat looks milky- white
By nature, she is pretty- polite,
blinking pale blue eyes yet bright.
glowing in dark but not in light.
Expert to chase rat day-night.
catches and puts prompt bite,
Jumping left and tumbling right.
Her kittens are mostly on fight.
She never lets kittens out of sight.
To carry kitten, she holds tight
on the neck with light bite.
Having too strong appetite
steals food, not ashamed slight.
10/03/19
Pet Cat
Third Place
Favorite Pet Contest by Regina Riddle
The North Pole was all abuzz as only Santa’s Workshop can get.
They were whispering and pointing and throwing a gingerbread fit.
Santa was choosing an aide for his awesome flight on Christmas Eve night.
Sixteen had shown up for the job, one or two not fast or bright.
During a preliminary test run, striped Tiger was fired.
Ruining his chances of ever being hired.
Tiger’s mistake? He ate two favorite elves as a breakfast snack.
Santa Claus told H.R. to let him know he was never welcome back.
A sloth showed up and was given a courtesy pretend interview.
But did not have a chance, for moved as slowly as Santa’s Papa’s shoe.
Now between Vinnie Vampire and Lily, a beautiful Chinese dragon.
Lily could easily balance sleigh, full sack of toys and red wagon.
Mrs. Claus asked, “Was she the pretty one with the scalloped scales?
Fancy gold wings, greenish clothes, rounded horn and pink painted nails?
Christmas Eve Night Lily was entertaining and hilarious too
On Christmas day, she was issued a contract until 2042.
Jake was trying not to think of kittens, or fluffy tailed cats.
He’d been dreaming of them since he’d seen one in the salt flats.
His wife wanted a dog, but cats were the creatures for him.
He knew their chances for an agreement were decidedly slim.
Not cats, not cats, not cats, he chanted, as he walked to work.
Someone in a luxury car nearly ran him down. The big jerk!
He saw them on stoops, behind garbage cans, and one near a tree.
Altogether that morning he counted six hundred and three.
One who understood omens and clear signs from Alaska, Gnome,
Jake wondered what would happen if one followed him home.
He was whistling big now, singing “Cat Baby Don’t You Cry”
When he happened to hear a loud sorry meow way up in the sky.
What to his wandering blue non-looking-cat-eyes should appear?
But a fluffy beautiful minx cat whose brown eyes were full of fear.
He told her to jump, but she was way too fearful to comply.
So he bought a ladder that reached nearly up to the sky.
He got up there and got that cat, saving its life.
It did not appreciate it nor want to go home to his wife.
Then he tried to take the ladder back to get his money.
But they refused to take it, so he took that home to his honey.
No out
A man coming home from work saw a shadow
a figure leaning against a dead olive polishing
his hoofs and sharpening his scythe.
The man said no, you are too young to harvest
he then took a plane to Madrid
where he got employment at a legal office.
the first day, he knocked on the door
death sat in the chair and said
from now on, you are my helper
Go back home and dispose of your parents and their
time has come, greatly disturbed
the man took a plane home
and the death was leaning against an olive tree
a shadow on a sunny autumnal
day. In the house, his parents said they had buried
their son, but they did not see or hear him,
and the man knew that henceforward he was
Death`s little helper.
Owner gone, water bowl has spilled, and my anger is about to burst.
I won't die, I thought to myself in the morning, not concerned at first.
I accidentally slipped in that water, and my fur is thick and feels icky.
I am wet and mad and mean and disappointed and feeling sticky.
But licking water off my pretty fur is not going to satisfy me very long.
Dog offered to share her water bowl, but drinking after dogs is wrong!
So here I sit, in the crappiest of moods, expecting the worst actually.
I know Owner usually comes home but this is what I see, so factually.
Dog is lazy beast, passing gas so badly it makes this puss want to gag.
I decide to stuff something in his mouth, maybe a mildewing dish rag.
Hey! The sink’s faucet is dripping. I can hear it. Drip. Drip. Drip.
I’m not supposed to be on the counter, but this is a necessary trip.
I have to stretch my elongated pink tongue to get a little taste of H2O.
What else can a dying cat do? I stretch and get water on my nose.
My tongue snakes out mightily. I get a little taste, ah, refreshing drink.
A voice comes into my ears quickly. ”What are you doing in my SINK?”
Gnomes in the bedroom, faeries in the hall.
Fey folks all over, none of them are too tall.
Night time magic giggles hilarious to me.
Of course mischief galore, everywhere you see.
Nefarious gnomes cannot be reasoned with.
Brownies join in. They give me a quick sniff.
My husband is hiding under a stack of junk.
He thought this make believe was bunk.
My deep easy sleep is a thing of the past now.
They are singing, and one is beginning to growl.
Crazy laughter is traveling all over the house.
I am excited. Hubby is beginning to grouse.
Are they tipsy or what my unhappy husband has groaned.
They are not drinkers, I told him from my place on the throne.
They are merely coming to pay respects to me.
For I am the one who opened the magic oak tree.
How long will they stay he asked with concern.
I knew I did not know, and might never learn.
The fey folks do not share their time tables or their way.
For all I knew they were staying six months and a day.
Fix some peanut butter sandwiches, I urged him.
They do not like the smell. This was a sudden whim.
They swarmed out the door as soon as he popped the lid.
Back tomorrow! One yelled. Through the door she promptly slid.
Why can’t you paint canvases of ordinary stuff?
My husband accused me. His face was a puff.
I like faeries, gnomes and elves I said, really quite pleased.
Knowing they would return on the next holiday breeze.
Mouse skier with a zizzle and a zazzle
Never suffers from frostbite or razzle
We cannot get him to dismount his skis
Coaxing him with all kinds of stuff including please.
He will no doubt be an Olympian mouse.
I see him out there, projecting over a house.
He’s got ramps in our kitchen, including one on the sink.
When my mother sees him up there, her face turns quite pink
Why can’t you practice at your own house? She asks.
This is one of my houses, he says, getting out his blue flask.
We did not realize we were sharing our home with him.
He is one of my besties now, his name is fat Jim.
Sensing a threat, move not a bit
Work not with a fear of failure in mind
Take not anything for granted
Accept not ever your defeat, untried
Try something new, ignoring routines
Smile more, the whole world smiles with you
Life is a progressive vehicle
Solutions are not found readymade
Live a happy and blissful life
Hope is the secret of survival
Line 1: Wait Not For a Hero
Line 2: Oasis in a Desert
Line 3: Goodbyes Play Their Part
Line 4: Call a Spade a Spade
Line 5: Letter to My Children
Line 6: Spreading Happiness
Line 7: Think For a While
Line 8: Face It
Line 9: A Kiss in the dark
Line 10: Hope