Long Critters Poems
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Ice say... water we dew wing to planet Earth?
Tis appalling *****sapiens legacy,
the future survival of species can ill afford
hence we must not dodge and dart away,
but heed urgent call to arms decree fiat,
lest vast gamut of flora and fauna
deprived their rightful respect
courtesy ewe buick wit us ram
me bipedal hominids wresting
driver's seat and steering fate
all species unfairly doomed
analogous to horse and buggy
only far worse, whereat naked ape
that nasty short tempered and brutish
beast finagled, hijacked, besotted,
usurped... sacred covenant taurus
once illustrious precious habitats
escorted to shreds
innocent plants and animals, we
signalled anonymous poetic mouthpiece,
cuz world wide webbed tapestry
irreparably tattered, thus swiftly tailored
measures beg critters to needle
arrogantly depraved, galling humans
violating, tormenting, ruining...
basket of deplorables mankind
violently, obnoxiously, indiscriminately...
destroying carte blanche - absolute
zero guilt whittling, vaporizing,
uglifying, trampling, slashing, razing,
quashing, paving, oppressing,
eradicating, devaluing, burning...
once upon a time edenic oblate spheroid
now crowded house overpopulated
teeming billions wantonly annihilate
at expense of avast extinction
to sustain global industrialization
kickstarting lamentable machinations
spindling, fondling, mutilating
permanently desecrating scarring
wreaking havoc rendering uber
terrestrial plain untenable
massacring, incapacitating Gaia,
she unable to shuck off yoked aggressive
lymphatic, metastatic, narcissistic...
asphyxiation, choking, eradication
biological diversity flummoxed
hounded, jackknifed, liquidated
promulgating me, no matter futile
effort to appeal against doom
fervent clemency against
effrontery, queasy temerity...
mercilessly rained down pell mell
upon inimitable mother nature
unspeakable, unpardonable, unforgivable...
despicable, horrible, ineradicable... demise
affecting every living organism.
5/16/20
"BRRR"
During a lull
I took a stroll
And began to mull
Brrr
This world is cold
It's dangerous like a black hole
From the North to the South Pole
The same ole' same old bull
being sold, just like souls
For gold
And full
Control
Meanwhile continual items being stole
As the bells continue to toll
You'll
Probably cull
Something with wool
Only leaving behind a skull
Brrr
People will bite the hand that fed
People will shoot you with lead
People will leave you for dead
People will chop off your head
People will act like your friend and then
People will stab you in the back with an object with a sharp edge
People will push you off a ledge
People will kill you over bread
People will tend to often believe what they read
People will watch while you bled
The ground around turning red
People will take back what they said
People will say it's all in your head
People will says it's the alcohol and prescriptions meds
Time and time again
People will do anything just so that they can get ahead
When
Will it end?
Brrr
Shiver me timbers
Humans still bicker
And continue to differ
Out to make others wither
While struggling with pills and liquor
Was it always this way
Or are the people of today
So much sicker
I see too many being bitter
Out to hinder and injure
Whatever it takes, so that they're the victor
And richer
Even if they have to leave you at the bottom of a river
They wouldn't dare call themselves a sinner
Only a winner
This all paints an ugly picture
Like some of what was written in scripture
At that point, what really differentiates us from critters?
When there really is so much to consider
My message has been delivered
Brrr
Yes maam and yes sir
What was done for him or her
By: Dalton Ogletree
The white cherry blossoms,
Showed up in early spring,
While daffodils were dancing in the wind,
The blossoms whistled and were getting kissed by hummingbirds and bees.
In the race to who will taste the sweet tart cherries first,
Swallows, blue birds or me,
I was defending my territory with the thud of a baseball bat.
Sometimes I jumped up from the bed,
Drove away blackbirds in early morning raid,
The fruit buds finally matured,
Now I have a tree full of cherries and no one to eat.
In our mild windy summer afternoon,
The tree is covered in leaves of verdant green,
Bunches of red cherries have grown all over the trees,
They are sweet, inviting and hard to resist.
I sit beside my cherry tree,
Watch the drifting clouds look at my tree,
Mild sun makes the tree look adorable,
Jeweled with red pearl like cherries.
Since I won the race, I have all my cherries,
I eat a handful now and then, all day,
Till my stomach gets bloated,
I hope friends, family and birds will come and share some.
I would love to see the thrill of cherry pickers,
Grandson and daughters all over the trees,
Parents and friends, washing and eating off the tree,
Pretty soon, they cannot reach the top and go home with their pick.
Soon the cherries will ripen,
If not picked, they will drop and make the tree base red,
Some will be half eaten by birds and critters,
But mostly will rot and get ignored and discarded.,
Sometimes my thoughts wander when I'm sitting still
or a vague notion crosses my mind, giving me a chill
I soak up weird ideas like a sprout absorbs April rain
I'm not averse to anything filtering through my brain
Quite often I ponder the reason for many things on Earth
the moon's control of ebb and flow over tides in a firth
Why some critters are hatched; some given a live birth
and why some folks are so obsessed with a man's worth
When writing a poem, there are times I just cannot think
Til a phrase comes from the blue when I stand at the sink
I let the dishes soak and faster than my eyes can blink
I am writing a sonnet of verses that poetically interlink
I've moments when I'm oblivious to almost everything
The whispering wind; a song a finch has chosen to sing
Lost in thoughts of my own while on the porch I swing
being grateful for all I have. My life is such a wellspring
The other day, I was walkin' and just started thinkin'
how sad so many lives were lost. Tears had me blinkin'
I know it's reality, but so surreal that it doesn't sink in
that a germ is causing havoc. Sometimes life is stinkin'
Right now I'm contemplating what I take for granted
I know sometimes my views can be biased and slanted
but I cannot allow myself to become so disenchanted
that positive views with negative ones become supplanted
December 31, 2020
Just Thinkin' Contest
Sponsor ~ John Lawless
There once was a girl name of Hood
who walked tall, as every girl should.
She tossed over her head
a cover of bright red
and ventured out into the wood.
She carried a black riding crop
and critters she’s stop with a pop.
But, Ole Dracula saw her
and made her his daughter
Now, the blood bank is her first stop.
Well, sweet Red, she still loved her Grandma
so, though pale she went with a camera.
But who did she find
that awfull nighttime
in the cottage, was it her Grandma???
Red Riding hood took a look see?
beneath the night cap, who was she?
Long teeth, she had four,
her hands, they were paws
So Red fed, with a “Tee hee hee hee!”
*Little Red Riding Hood spoof for "Happily Ever After?"
As I rounded the hill
Face to face with the still
That I'd only heard rumors spoke of
With no one around
I sat myself down
And proceeded to sample the stuff
As sweet as honeydew melon
Got my feet to a geling
Made me feel like I did in my youth
Sat with a dumb gaze for a while
Then got the biggest of smiles
When it came to me what I should do
So I went with my plan
And opened a stand
Right there on the mountain side
When word in the forest got out
I never had any doubt
That all of the critters would be stoping by
You should have seen them all guzzle
As the squirrels ordered doubles
Then proceeded to tell wild nutty lies
It was quite the fiasco
When they brought out the cowboy hats and lasso's
As the party went well into the night
They paid in nuts and berries
Which was fine by me
With them I made different flavors of shine
In flavors I made 32
So I wouldn't get sued
By Baskin-Robbins who has 31 at this time
From all the flavors I made
Boysenberry was the fav
The raccoons made up a dance called the boysenberry crawl
Which was a big hit
At the discotheque
The beavers built in the early fall
We made a deal
I would sell them my swill
For a little piece of the pie
We were all getting rich
I have to admit
It's quite the relationship, the beavers and I
Of course the beavers got greedy
You know how beavers are needy
Couldn't leave well enough alone
Figured they had the right
Who's going to pay for these lights
That make this the best disco in town
They started charging a cover
Which didn't go over
As well as they would have liked
Plus they doubled the price of the booze
Which left little food
On the woodland creatures tables at night
Things went from bad to worse
When they started to curse
Me, "The Man" for the troubles they had
I barely made it out alive
By the skin of my hide
When I packed and hit the road mighty fast
Things had been going so well
Before it all went to hell
And me and my still were forced to leave
Now still to this day
You know why I always say
That famous line, passed down in time
"Leave it to Beav"
I laid out on my porch last night
Listening to coyotes rage a fight
I watched the moon with her bright, full face
Place a blanket of shadows o’er the landscape
Tree frogs croaked a lullaby
I saw night critters scamper by
I breathed in the cool, fresh night air
As my body gave up its daytime cares
Inside the house everyone was asleep
After praying the Lord their souls to keep
I simply marveled at this nighttime world
Watching Mother Nature play like a little girl
Stars were twinkling in the midnight sky
Even saw a satellite passing by
My mind was clear of whos, whats, whens and whys
The tear that fell was from a happy cry
I laid out on my porch last night
Refueling my soul for the coming light
Our God is bountiful because
He gives rain and sunshine for trees and vines,
Foods for all birds, all critters in the garden;
And God is bountiful because
He places His children in wide green fields,
Gives wisdom and strength to catch more fish;
His grace is overflowing,
Heavenly gifts are countless,
Lord’s blessings are immeasurable,
We adore Him, read poems of thanksgiving,
Sing songs of acclamation all day long,
He’s our God of Providence and Provision.
Our God is bountiful because
He’s pouring out limitless love,
To survive this world by entering our hearts
God lead us to an Everlasting Treasure;
His Richest Kingdom by His Precious Words.
Our God is bountiful because…
Oct. 25, 2020 5.02pm
Poem 1:
Chad was deep in the forest when he began to notice the grass
Moving curiously as if it was alive
Maybe it was
His five-year-old mind thought back to fairy tales.
He used to believe in the Brothers Grimm, forty years ago.
When had he lost that side?
His imagination smiled as he studied this forest.
There was something mystical about it.
Sparkling shimmering verdant leaves.
Red, pink, and tan mushrooms.
He imagined them as houses.
This would be the perfect place to retrieve his whimsical side.
He sat for a bit, before he noticed the felled log.
He wondered what it would be like to sit on that?
His five-year-old side giggled, urging him on.
Poem 2:
Faerie Fey Village was having a rousing great time.
They were unifying the troops, celebrating with rhyme.
Everyone was playing games or dancing and no one was blue.
Spiked orange juice was flowing through the magical forest too.
There were all kinds of critters and creatures, getting on great.
The brownies and elves of course are always a couple of days late.
The mice and the bunnies were dancing hard with the frogs.
A fantastic time on the underside of the enormous fallen oak logs.
Shh! A mole or vole whispered. I hear one of those tall giants, I think.
The wasps and the hornets stopped buzzing around the roses so pink.
Baby bunnies began to scramble, and the grandpa elf yelled to hide.
So we all transmogrified into moss, ivy and mushrooms on this eastern side.
I felt the giant’s breath as he looked around Fey Village that Day.
I did not dare make a sound, for I had heard giants have a mean way.
They wreck your homes, and tear the wings off your butterflies too.
I was so relieved when he left, this man with eyes of sky blue.
Oh in the desert
my horse walks on,
across the big empty,
through the miles long,
this great big desert,
red rock and stone,
a wide, endless nothing,
such a long way from home.
When the water runs low,
when the sun sits high,
I see the vultures
circlin’ in the sky.
I curse this place,
why must it be my way?
When I reach my home,
there will I stay.
Oh this great desert,
silent and still,
no chittering critters,
there’s no found to fill
the days and nighttime,
no coyotes,
it makes a man anxious,
makes a man crazy.
When the water run slow,
when the food’s stretched thin,
gotta walk my horse
so I don’t kill him.
I curse this place,
it’s no land to roam,
and I long to be
safe in my home.