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Sandy is it over?
We don't get the news here in the woods
No cable in the caves to where we all ran away
When we heard what you'd planed to do
Has the cold harsh wind subsided
Can we all come out from hiding
Sandy we ain't lying
When we say this was all very frighting
Sandy is it over?
Is the world now a happy place
Can I call the furry woodland creatures out
Let them know it's once again safe to frolic and play
Bambi and Thumper are still shaking
The Mantis are still praying
Quite the shock waves you were making
What with the way you were behaving
Sandy is it over?
Will the world tilt back now on it's axis
Will the Earthquakes, Tsunamis, Tornadoes cease and desist
Can our Gluteus Maximus now relax on us
Can't say it wasn't a thrill
We're just thankful that no one was killed
Remember you do this again and we will
Pack our bags and head back to the hills
At times we may be fat, dumb, and lazy
But with all of the above we ain't crazy
Sandy is it over?
My second and final installment to my friends 3 day cleanse...
I think she survived!
Wanderlust Wolf
Icicles overwhelmed the running beast
It could not escape from nature or bitter winter
Morbid frost formed about its coat of fur
Fierce storms held a grip down to the soul, rolled wet
Ran in the face of reason in the wild, froze to the skin
Black forest hid deep needles in the windy pine
Howls in the distance screamed for spring
Silver wolf could not stop or it would die
Chasing more than dreams, hunger on its mind
Solid crystals cling to him; grow even colder, under branch and trees
Thick on the fur a heavy burden
Weighed down like some punishment for crimes committed
Snows sentence for the beast long overdue
For killing soft white bunnies and other woodland creatures from its past
Poor animals were torn apart for what
All they wanted out of life was a simple drink
Clear fresh water to lap up with their soft little lips
One moment a Bambi like baby deer is standing there
Bowing head down on the gentle brook
Innocently enjoying life in a tender moment
It looks up with soft brown eyes; then Bam!
Wolf charges from the woods with savage anger
Rips off its tiny head, feasts on its carcass fast
Blood spewing, body parts fly, primal lust ensues with carnage
Not a happy ending but an ending none the less for our fury friend
Silver wolf hunts in winters lost, in thoughts and wanderlust
Cares only for survival as frost forms the frozen face
Snow covers trees and beast, the cost of living in the woods
Under layers of fur, cruel things are bound to happen in the cold
Created on 3/20/15 for “Canis Lupus the Wolf” - Poetry Contest sponsored by Shadow Hamilton
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The trains are always on time
One running north
One running south
On the same track
It makes perfect sense when they collide
Who are we to question business practice
Authority is always right up and down the line
Little Bambi nibbles grass between the rails
Poor thing doesn't understand mass transit
East and West are foreign concepts too
Poor dear only knows north and south directions
And does not question and can not spell
She looks up and down the track for traffic
And gets confused by choo choos actions
Going fast on rails is funny and must be fun
Two steps up and two steps back then crash!
Her final words were whispered
Coo coo ca choo... then Boom!
Bye bye Bambi bye-bye
The trains are always on time
Up and down the line
Authors note: Sadly this tragic event below is a true story that happened this past week end.
*At least two people were killed early Sunday when an Amtrak passenger train collided with a CSX freight train in South Carolina. About 70 people were transported from the scene with injuries, according to the Lexington County Sheriff's Office.The collision occurred about 2:35 a.m. in Cayce, S.C., near Charleston Highway and Pine Ridge Road, authorities said. The Amtrak train was No. 91, traveling between New York and Miami. The Amtrak train's lead engine derailed, as did some passenger cars, an Amtrak statement said.
My only questions are; Why can't they figure out how to have one set of tracks devoted for north bound trains and another set of tracks devoted for south bound trains? Is it really that complicated?
She distributes the wands and the cups.
Her client taps a card, choosing it.
The death card comes up.
The client gasps.
She takes her hand and begins to explain.
She has Bambi brown eyes, and a kind soul.
The client settles down, wanting to believe
in her explanation, in the cards, in a happily ever after.
She is not merely a soothsayer and a card reader,
She is a psychologist, a mother, a grandmother, and a crone.
She understands the value of being optimistic
of bringing hope into each tarot reading.
Her clients are loyal, coming back to see her again and again.
She uplifts them, inspiring hope, promising joy.
It is what they get, for it is what they now expect.
A Doe and deer come to my backyard.
its quite a common sight
in leafy suburbia.
The hunters search out the
deep woods to shoot at them.
They are in no danger here
except for the growling menace
of minor roads.
They are unphased,
by me at my door,
both stare at me for a long minute.
Then the fawn strays
too far from its mother.
Mother and Bambi
disappear into
a light industrial unit
just a stone’s throw away.
That’s just how it is round here,
the tall hedgerows
hide both the deer
and the humming machinery,
that unobserved
make the hunters guns.
‘Twas close to the day when Buba Claus,
His red nose and Bowie knife shining,
Would be off to fill the manly's hearths,
With bacon for their frying.
The ground was bare of snow or ice,
The sky was clear of reindeer.
But Buba Claus was loading his sleigh,
Real high, with good stout Yule beer?
Buba Claus was out in force,
His NRA cronies in tow,
To fill naughty radicals stockings,
With tiny bits of coal.
Cigars dangled from their lips,
A spittoon he placed by their feet,
And, before the sleigh rose off the ground;
They tossed in another side of beef.
Each carnivore, they laughingly swore;
Would have their fill this year,
And Bambi blanched as He flew by,
While Teddy Bears ran in fear!
Over New Canaan His courses flew,
Past the homes of vegetarians;
And down their chimneys they did toss;
The views of Libertarians!
And when the last haunch was placed,
Upon the spits of the mighty,
His spat his cud of gnarly gum,
Into the spittoon real tidy!
Then he flew off with a Ho, Ho, Ho,
And, not the ones for plowing
Cause Buba Claus had his own ideas
Of all Santa's sissy endowings!
“if you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all”*
Such a sweet talker
He could talk a buzzard off a meat wagon
The truth lied in his mouth
Waiting…patiently…
Preying on the moment
Venom dripping from its fangs
The rattle just a distraction
And still they listened
Responded to its plea
For an “AMEN”
As the basket passed
Pennies from the poor
To feed his “privilege”.
She was less subtle
Standing on a street corner
Jingling an almost empty cup
For emptiness draws no attention
She speaks softly
Causing you to slow…to listen
Speaks of need, of loss
Of a longing to serve god
Could you but help her
As she fumbles for the i-phone
Chiming in her pocket
*Flower the skunks mother in Bambi”
‘Twas close to the day when Buba Claus,
His red nose and Bowie knife shining,
Would be off to fill the manly's hearths,
With bacon for their frying.
The ground was bare of snow or ice,
The sky was clear of reindeer.
But Buba Claus was loading his sleigh,
Real high, with good stout Yule beer?
Buba Claus was out in force,
His NRA cronies in tow,
To fill naughty radicals stockings,
With tiny bits of coal.
Cigars dangled from their lips,
A spittoon he placed by their feet,
And, before the sleigh rose off the ground;
They tossed in another side of beef.
Each carnivore, they laughingly swore;
Would have their fill this year,
And Bambi blanched as He flew by,
While Teddy Bears ran in fear!
Over New Canaan His courses flew,
Past the homes of vegetarians;
And down their chimneys they did toss;
The views of Libertarians!
And when the last haunch was placed,
Upon the spits of the mighty,
His spat his cud of gnarly gum,
Into the spittoon real tidy!
Then he flew off with a Ho, Ho, Ho,
And, not the ones for plowing
Cause Buba Claus had his own ideas
Of all Santa's sissy endowings!
Bambi, my dog
She was in a deep hole tied to a stone
I rescued her
She was fearful of me and hid under the sink
when she did, but not totally, I think, trust me
I'm not of the kissing cuddle type that lets a dog
sleep in my bed
She was happy when I stroked her head after
she had been chasing rabbits
She slept in the hallway until I noticed it was cold
let her sleep on the sofa
In the morning, she didn't enter my bedroom
stood and barked until I got up, telling
her to off and let her out
When she came back in, I made her a breakfast
of cornflakes and milk
Having been out, she jumped up on the sofa
for additional rest, while I boiled meat
and bones from the butcher that I mixed
with rice for her lunch
when I sat trying to write, she sat on a chair
watching and distracting me, I knew
she wanted to go for our walks
When I drove to a cafe for lunch, I had to park
so she could see me through the open car window
when I came out of the cafe, she wagged her
little tail like, I had been away for months
Having had a glass of wine and in a good mood
I patted her head, said she was a good girl
What do you know, when a woman came into
our life, she got covered in cuddles
but in case I should feel left out, she came over
to me for her pat on her head