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With songs at bedtime
moss covered carpets soften
sounds of night music
Soft is the cadence of dark
as it bewitches the night
While we take our rest
Little frogs slide down moonbeams
And croak with delight
taking a carnival ride
under a full moon
I listen and hear
each cricket chirp in the dark
chatter and splatter,
as they splash their tiny feet
in pools of cool moonlit dew
Like laughing children
insects are playing their harps
and dancing with joy
long past the midnight hour,
while all the world is sleeping
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For Russell Snivey’s Contest: “What Happens Under a Full Moon”
By Carrie Richards
Emptiness – I have known you perhaps since infancy
when I cried so incessantly when my parents put me down to sleep.
Was it maybe because I was fearful that some void would swallow me up
were I to close my eyes? My parents followed the doctor’s advice and let me
scream it out for a few nights. Eventually I succumbed to early bedtime.
Emptiness – I recall you as I sat forlornly in the bus which picked me up
from my grandparents’ yellow farm house out in the country, the place
my mother returned to with me and my three sisters when she left my father.
I remember that emptiness as I sat alone on that bus, and also as I did
whatever it was I did in my strange little kindergarten class until my mother
moved us to a nearby city where we walked everywhere we went,
and where we lived on welfare cheese, macaroni, milk and peanut butter.
Always I’d had my sisters to play with me, so why did emptiness envelop me
on those days I swung so high in the air at the Riverside Park, swinging away
feeling eluded by the purpose of life, and feeling like something was missing?
I’d go to church, hear the sermons and the hymns. They did not phase me.
Oh, here come the Miller Girls, the folks there probably whispered,
eyeing our shabby dresses. Because we had no car, church members
would come to get us. I felt a little like a burden at those times, and I recall
looking forward to those few times my father came from his state so far away
to visit me and my sisters. But emptiness would visit me in those times.
He was mentally ill after all, but a girl could always dream . . .
Very soon my mother remarried. Our family’s size greatly increased
along with chaos, but also along with very great times! I learned so much.
I searched for and found friends. The emptiness I’d grown so familiar with
grew smaller and smaller, yet sometimes, even now - decades later -
emptiness drops by, plops itself down and simply stares me in the face.
Feb. 12, 2023
My pillow sits there waiting
With my comforter in bed;
It’s so squishy it’s the perfect place
For me to rest my head.
Filled with fluffy down, not feathers,
You can squish it into shape,
Giving comfort, so conducive
To a sleepytime escape.
When I’m traveling, no matter
How expensive my hotel,
I am sure the pillows will prevent
My sleeping very well.
For like Goldilocks, I’ll find them
Way too soft or much too hard
And I’m certain many others
Can relate in that regard.
But at home, when bedtime beckons
And my eyelids claim defeat,
I am thankful for my pillow
As I snuggle ‘neath the sheet.
If you have a puzzle to put together,
best to own a cat to paw and ponder
the jigsaw path, fur flying,
schnozes sneezing, eyes squinting,
fingers tweezing.
Separation anxiety, as you figure out
which pile, to adopt, for each piece,
wizened to the fact, they all look the same.
“Aha,” as two go together, “of course,
I should have seen that.”
The cat's purring; is that a smile -
she knew. Her partner in crime,
its criminal to be so cocky;
he walks through the leaves;
it’s like a haystack to me.
I have to cover the coveted lot, at bedtime,
or I might lose “the last piece”
to a persnickety furball of malice.
Susie and Lester could have the final laugh,
as I search high and low, even in their jaws,
for the top of the tree.
Years later, missing the menacing duo,
I find the piece of gold; its only value
in the memory of the stalking,
meowing and marvelous disappearance
of kit and kat. If I had only kept the entirety
and hadn’t snapped. Just kidding - I glued it
to the wall next to the “waste of time eternity”
spent putting this monstrosity together, its test
(of my patience and love).
And I laughed and laughed, and called,
dialed each member of the cause,
the table of mystery, solved. Tears
streaming down each face.
Like pieces of the puzzle, misplaced,
each son and daughter -
as if Susie and Lester hid them too.
Those two, under Autumn leaves, turn over
in their graves, as if dreaming of their time
with this family; pawing the dirt,
nestled next to each other,
meowing in laughter.
WET AND WILD
He almost traversed the globe with buds.
She’d whispered a dream in his heart.
Now cleansed with torrent sea and suds,
this newfound togetherness a start.
In this moment wet and wild,
hearts pounding like thunder —
one a mother wishes for her child,
a serendipitous waterfall of wonder.
Their love exposed to one another
in rushing sheets of cascading splendor.
Sliding lips buttery baste each other.
Rip roaring rain so close and tender.
Marriage serves up cats and dogs —
a sensuous flood of bedtime dialogues.
10/25/2018
Tell Me A Story Poetry Contest/Brenda Chiri
*When it’s raining cats and dogs, it is raining hard
Here I am at 3am scrolling through my phone up and down
Adjusting it's brightness as it slowly hurts my eyes
Here I am at 3am and in my thoughts I drown
Slowly waiting for the sun to rise
I am hoping for these white noise to silence my brain
The waves, the thunder, the lightning and rain
They've been my lullaby since 9pm
But still I'm wide awake since then
I should not have let this visitor in when it knocks
I should have ignored it and put it in a box
But instead, I took it in and spend much time
Thinking, wishing, contemplating til it's past my bedtime.
Now the sun is up and it's time for me to rise
I got nothing but worries and bags under my eyes.
This is driving me to the brink of paranoia
This unwelcomed visitor named insomnia
Could you tell me why most hippopotami
Weigh about as much as a truck
In the animal kingdom diets aren't common
So they're really poop out of luck
A donkey with wings or an ass that sings
Quite an image I have in my mind
Some like listening to a cockatoo warble
But I think that's quite asinine
Now why do most newborns poop at will
They emerge without any manners
Farting in front of friends and neighbours
Sure makes you stutter and stammer
When misplacing an important document
You find it in the last place you look
Why not look there in the first place I wonder
You'll be stunned at the short time it took
Admit I ain't perfect but who the hell is
Sometimes I dribble in my beard
Imagine it sounds quite disgusting to you guys
A snack for when bedtime is near
Why do we cringe at the sound of one's nails
Screeching across a blackboard
Sends chills up and down our li'l ole spines
Can feel 'em right now, oh Lord!
I am a cat, at home I’m Ollie
But fellow cats know real name
“Intrepid Vic”, I dig that, golly
Grey tiger, finest at his game
I am the boss around here
Them humans lacking any wit
In house of mine they live, oh dear
We take up space in even split
They’re sort of fun to be around
I’m free to roam, eat and sleep
They give me hugs, but I may frown
No mucho fondling or I leap!
There’s plenty do around the castle
Lick milk, meow and preen myself
To tug on curtain’s bushy tassel
And jump to kitchens’ highest shelf
To scratch the pole, chase own tail
Lay on keyboard when daddy writes
And have a drink without fail
I love the dripping faucet pipes
This cat hates bathing with a passion
The tongue is all you need, capeeche?
A counter walk is still in fashion
As diet of livers and the fish
Be engine to the cat-drawn carriage
Kids want to have for their doll
I play good sport, so I can manage
Paw dinner meat and have a ball!
To walk around, rubbing lightly
Against the people and the turfs
Affection? Nay, we rather rightly
Stake claim to lands, you naive serfs
The backyard run is fun and game
Chase birds and squirrels sans result
Stop screaming your approval, dame
I brought you mouse, not insult!
The fight with neighbors’ cat is tricky
We hate each other, what a schmuck
And stray feline escapes the quickie
Love interest gone, I’m out of luck
Then watch TV about tabbies
High time to purr enjoying snack
Dive into fishbowl acting grabby
Ascend the tree for doggie pack
Kids drive me crazy with a laser
I drive them nuts by hiding mum
Love being family’s hell-raiser
At times I’m meek but never dumb
A blade of grass to treat a sickness
Do know exactly what I need
And have that fur to show for slickness
“Meow the kitties!” is my creed
To plan a day some quiet time
I need in total solitude
Slink into curve ball for bedtime
Wake humans early for my food
This life’s intense and full of peril
And so much fun, it’s cats’ delight
Plans for tomorrow? They are feral
I have to sleep on them tonight
© 2022
It’s almost morning, but not quite.
Which is the time of day I enjoy most.
I’m amazing, and kind, and whatever is on my mind.
There’s grass underneath me.
If I head west, there’s only concrete and potholes.
The grass parts way.
I danced a bit too much.
Like a dancer does.
A wishing well.
I fell in and then jumped out in one single leap.
I have shoes but I hate them.
Rugged terrain is perfect.
Almost morning, but also bedtime.
I’m amazing, and weird, and whatever is over there in that valley.
It's almost morning, but I’m not quite myself.
I danced and wished him well.
Look again at your reflection in the mirror, and try to
Open your heart to the truth I am going to whisper. Your
Vision will clear to see what I behold when I look at you.
Each time you smile I see into your heart beneath the long
Lashes of your eyes. They waver from soft blue to deepest
Indigo when I touch your ivory cheek. And when I kiss the
Nape of your neck, you shiver. My love, not only with my
Eyes do I admire the loveliness of you. I hear it in your soft
Silken voice as you sing bedtime lullabies to our children. I
Stand behind you at the mirror, gazing at my beautiful wife.
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