Long Bunny Poems

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Walking My Tiger Home

His harness swung across his shoulders and neck,
  a little snug and uncomfortable underneath his chest
we had to assure the neighbors his walk was in check
  they need not fear his displayed unrest.
The leash was taut and kept him close at my side
  as we walked in unison boldly on display
while each stranger stepped along the walk by
  a safe distance just further steps along the way.
Suddenly, he bolted up, hind legs binkying in a huff
 dropping down and thumping loud his padded feet
kicking out a tantrum cottontail of  fluff
 Tiger, my  lop eared bunny was tired of the street
said " Let's go home now, I've had enough
 you've shown me off, put me on display
now all I want is rest and something munchable to eat.
 then let the wild tiger in me sleep.


(This is a story, a few years old but true, my avatar picture is Tiger as a kit but such personality and attitude. His mate was Daisy. Both rescued back in 2000
and giving joy for almost seven years,)
© DM Babbit  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Clouds

“There is a cloud that looks like a bunny!
Over there is one just like a rocket!
Do you ever think it might be funny
To put a cloud right into your pocket?”

“I think that would just make your pants soggy.
And then we would both have to go inside.
That one right there looks just like a doggy!
And there is a dragon! Run, doggy! Hide!”

“Do you think clouds might be made of cotton?”
“Now you’re being silly! Cotton can't fly!
Mommy told me once, but I’ve forgotten…
The rain comes from the clouds. I wonder why.”

They watch the clouds pass and lay on their backs
‘Til Mommy comes out to bring them some snacks.
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member Much Silliness

How can someone draw a blank
Now that's a real poser
How d'ya know if it's new and improved dog food
Eating that stuff's not kosher

Are there seeing eye humans for blind dogs
Sounds quite logical to me
If the Energizer Bunny attacks someone
Is it charged with battery

Is it true that cannibals don't eat clowns
Because they taste so funny
If feathers tickle people, do they tickle birds?
Bet it's better than even money

Why does every toaster have a setting
That will burn the toast to a crisp
Can women put on mascara with their mouth closed
Why do holes in most donuts exist

Here's one I'll bet you've never thought of
Do birdies ever need to pee
So perhaps those sprinkles of rain that fall
Aren't really rain 'tween you and me

Why do hot dogs come in packages of eight
While the buns come in packs of ten
Tell me what do they put in for colour of hair
On the drive's license of bald men
fun
Form: Rhyme

A Rabbit Named Bunny

Dogs dogmatically guard the home
Sounding the alarm with a growling bark
As owners are alerted to the threat
Miscreants flee into the dark

Cats are categorically useful too
Their mouse-tracking skills renowned
When a feline is prowling on patrol
Rodents scurry underground

But rabbits are a tougher sell
Their herbivore hunting skills quite moot
Unable to save the day or keep vermin at bay
They mostly sit there looking cute

Rabbits are thin-skinned as well
There's one faux pas you must not commit
Please do not call them rodents
Order Lagomorpha is where they fit

Why then do we delight in ours
The doe we call simply “Bunny” ?
It's cuz her antics provide comic relief
When she yawns it looks so funny

Bunny blithely flips her little plate
A curt review of pet shop food
She’s holding out for blueberries or kale
Depending on her mood

Baby carrots and parsley sprigs
Make for a tasty Bunny lunch
She regales us with her table talk:
Munchity, crunchity, crunch

After a hard day’s work, I come home
To my gray-and-white-furred friend
She’ll run to be picked up and petted
And my stresses are at an end

Yes, Bunny is priceless to us
And she certainly earns her keep
Familial duties done for the day
On a little throw pillow she falls asleep

_______________________________

for contest: Furry Friend
Sponsored by: Royal T
Form: Rhyme

Garden Tree

I didn’t plant that garden tree
But thinking, I just let it be
I knew I should have cut it out
But felt within to let it sprout

And so, as seasons came and went
I pruned this tree, its bole I bent
Around the gable of my shed
But left the limbs above my head 

The years passed by and I grew old
I hated heat and shunned the cold
My garden work became a chore
As summer days my patience wore

But resting underneath that tree
Allowed me time to watch and see
The beauty of my garden wrought
And all the neighbored friends it brought

A bunny comes to taste my beets
While shaded so, I rest my feet
A bumble-bee’s contralto thrum;
A promise of much more to come

Badgers, robins, the house finch red 
All come with hopes of being fed
And I, too tired to wield my hoe,
Am glad I let that elm tree grow.
© Dean Wood  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Quatrain


Premium Member Button Down Town

Button up, and strut,
grab the cane and the hat,
she’s got her favourite clutch and such,
who knows with girls and their pearls,

The lights shine bright,
the greasers start a fight,
but it’s Saturday, so it’s quite alright,
sittin in the club,
waitin for some grub,
grab a tab, we jab and josh and slosh,

The bass stands upright,
and so does the crowd,
she’s got that beaded dress fitting so tight,
curves singing out loud,
bunny hopping to beats,
and keeping that scotch real neat,

Hair up high, in a beehive,
oh behave darlin we’re daring to dance so close,
we got those air ride dreams of pure hope,
concept cars and velvet ropes,
let’s take it to the show,

We saved all week for a night like this,
a little shine, a little bliss,
didn’t take much cash to feel first class,
just a jukebox glow and a dance that lasts,
now the prices climb and the nights get thin,
but oh, we remember where we’ve been,

Beep boppin to the retro gaze,
it’s easy to look back in a lavender haze,
in Button Down Town, we shine what we’ve got,
pressed up dreams and a Saturday shot,
yeah, we lived it up proud,
in our button down crowd,

Beep boppin to the retro gaze,
it’s easy to look back in a lavender haze,
in Button Down Town, the nights felt long,
chrome bright hopes and a jukebox song,
yeah, the world spun slow
in that lavender glow,
Form: Lyric

Hare Brained Part 3

Part 3

Long story short, 
Let's cut to the chase. 
To where the end of the day, 
Marked the end of the race. 
And as the sun set, 
Who did they all see? 
Cresting the hill, 
It ... wasn't ... the ... bunny. 
For, just plodding along, 
As though heading somewhere, 
It was Sheldon the tortoise, 
They saw over there. 
Well, such a commotion, 
What a hullabaloo. 
None of the animals 
Knew quite what to do.
In the end, they were thrilled, 
That Sheldon might win. 
Thought of Rabbit losing, 
Well, it made them all grin. 

News of events, 
Had drawn a huge crowd
And, as such, the noise,
They made was quite loud. 
And I'm sure you've all 'heard', 
About forests and sound,
And trees when they fall, 
But when there's no one around
But, whenever this happens, 
Since no - one's ever about, 
On the matter of whether,... well 
On that, the jury's still out. 

But this time there was,
So the matter's twice moot
And of no interest to Rabbit, 
Who, upon hearing Owl hoot, 
Had woken from slumber, 
his "only - one - hour snooze, 
When he'd thought to himself, 
"There's no way I could lose." 
But the knot in his stomach,
Grew with gnawing concern, 
Had he rested too long, 
Avoiding sunburn. 
And upon that note, that rabbit ran, 
In fact he practically flew. 
And how many records, 
he broke is unclear
But it was definitely more than two. 

But alas his best, was not enough
Poor Rabbit looked awful dour. 
For Sheldon had just finished crossing the line, 
(which, from head to tail, 
took just under an hour).
When he'd broken the tape 
They'd all gone ma-goo, 
But, thirty minutes still crossing
Had grown more subdued. 
And by the time crafty Sheldon, 
Won that race and for good, 
Half of the animals
Had started thinking of food. 

And this brings us too, 
The end of the tale
Where tortoise beat rabbit
In a race through the dales. 
And though he had hoped
For an ongoing ovation 
Their response fell far short
Of his expectations. 
For half of the animals
Were planning their supper, 
While the rest were avoiding
Being a meal for the other. 
And so while rabbit, still fuming, 
outran his fox nemesis. 
Tortoise plodded home
And pondered his existence. 

The End
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Mucho Silliness

How can someone draw a blank
Now that's a real poser
How d'ya know if it's new and improved dog food
Eating that stuff's not kosher

Are there seeing eye humans for blind dogs
Sound quite logical to me
If the Energizer Bunny attacks someone
Is it charged with battery

Is it true that cannibals don't eat clowns
Because they taste so funny
If feathers tickle people, do they tickle birds?
Bet it's better than even money

Why does every toaster have a setting
That will burn the toast to a crisp
Can women put on mascara with their mouth closed
Why do holes in most donuts exist

Here's one I'll bet you've never thought of
Do birdies ever need to pee
If so, perhaps those sprinkles of rain that fall
Aren't really rain between you and me

Why do hot dogs come in packages of eight
While the buns come in packs of ten
Tell me what do they put in for colour of hair
On the drivers licenses of bald men

© Jack Ellison 2014
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member A Gem of An Inherittance, Father's Day

This poem will be featured on the Home Page of Poetry Soup this week
 Perfect for Father's day, It s a repost that many have yet to see.
    Happy Father's Day 
 
        ~A Gem of an Inheritance~ Reposr!

Leave your family with virtues
taught, that are Divine!
A major quality called integrity,
will keep their world ashine.

Teach them to never be a sheep,
But, in all relations to shepherd goodness!
A sparkling gem to share and keep.

Above all, to honor God and learn His
teachings.
To know fully He and Only He,
is the source of all Healings.

To not speak a word of evil against 
another, a most egregious sin!
All the rage today, in this ungrateful 
world we live in!

Above all to share with all others.
For, indeed we are all His sons
and daughters;hence all sisters
and brothers.

Teach them they are perfect as is,
There is zero reward in all our
worldly wins!
For winds come and then pass us 
quickly like a bitter, winter wind.

These values are not in 401Ks
nor big banking accounts.
The values of The Spirit?
Oh! How much more, they do count!

October 12, 2019
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | 

  
 
Chantelle Anne Cooke
Date: 6/21/2020 1:42:00 PM
Excellent pen! The Spirit of the Lord is Divine and we must implement that in our soul and other souls. God bless you! Love Chantelle hugs xx
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Panagiota Romios
Date: 6/21/2020 1:58:00 PM
Thank you for evading it and commenting, dear Chantelle. You are most accurate in your comments. I lived for years as an arrogant fool being better than God. I lost much for doing that. Nearly dying in the process. I had to be brought to Death's door to get the message.a miracle I am still Alive! Bunny hugs, Panagiota xx
 
Regina Riddle
Date: 10/12/2019 10:10:00 PM
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Yes. God above all. He is love and will get us through anything that comes. God bless you with so much love, Gina
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Panagiota Romios
Date: 10/12/2019 10:19:00 PM
Gina...we are on the same page..,,Panagiota. Hope you had a great day Panagiota
 
David McHattie
Date: 10/12/2019 5:37:00 PM
Well put my friend. Life is not as complicated as most people think. Have a great day.
Panagiota  Romios
Date: 10/12/2019 6:15:00 PM
Greetings David. Always love to hear your input. Panagiota xx
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Amazon Does Not Give Me My Fix

It's 4:07 a.m.
This week I have had a virus, two asthma episodes, a biopsy, and I have traveled over 600 miles to see 6 grandchildren who got strep throat before my return.
I have been playing catch up today, Easter.
Because I have 4 baskets to create, a confirmation, a baby shower, a get-well-gift, and a first communion too.
Oh, I forgot the birthday parties.
Two of my grandchildren are turning 11 and 13 this week.
Catch up meant I had 8 hours to travel  from store to store,
actively seeking anything that is left.
One chocolate bunny?
Two barrettes?
A cross with a slight break?
I would have just "Amazoned" it,
except 
Amazon
never gives me the 
Shopping Fix I need.

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