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Legendary, lean Lucifer a weak, wooden wolf in shrimpy, short sheep coarse, creative clothing,
Large, long Lucifer a winning, white wolf in sharp, shaky sheep confident, clear clothing;
Lively, lord Lucifer a warty, worried wolf in shorter, shiny sheep cool, cruel clothing
Lame, lifeless Lucifer a witty, wet wolf in ty, shocking sheep cunning, caring clothing
Lazy, light Lucifer a wealthy, weird wolf in shameless, shy sheep colored, cold clothing
Liar, deceitful, lush Lucifer a warm, worthless wolf in shady, shallow sheep confused, compassionate clothing
Loving, lanky Lucifer a wise, witchy wolf in shattered, sheepish, sheep clothing
Lucifer a spirit of the wind, wild wolf in, shameful sheep casual, kinky clothing
Lucifer wonderful, wide wolf in shook, shriveled sheep curly, crazy clothing
Loud, little Lucifer a weathered, wicked wolf in shadowy, shining sheep, comfortable, calm clothing;
Lumpy, lost Lucifer a wavy, wack wolf in shrill, shimmery sheep clothing,
lonely Lucifer a weak, wooden wolf in, short sheep creepy, cuddly clothing;
Large, long Lucifer a warty, worried wolf in shorter, shiny sheep cute clothing
Lucifer no devil in red with a shiny-pointy pitch fork
He’s a good looking devil used to be one of the high arch-angels
Lively, lordly Lucifer a witty, wet wolf, shocking sheep coarse,
Lucifer a wolf in sheep clothing
Lucifer a wolf in lamb clothing
Clothed or Naked, get thee behind me Satan
8/21/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Cuddly Paulette Doll with sweet smiling zest
Has found herself a gracious home that's blest
In our orphanage of compassion’s nest
Where she became my great gift, indeed best.
Paulette Doll was once lost to dirt-filled pest
Yet was recovered toward cleansing quest
Purified, sanitized to the fullest
For restoration’s glow, freshly purest.
In me as new owner, she feels safest
Since I call her, “My Darling Doll, dearest”
Now, Paulette Doll always wears pretty vest
While we both meet the Lord in prayer crest.
Paulette Doll and I rejoice* with the rest
Along orphans who hold dolls to our breast
Thanking God for fellowship bonding fest
Making us belong midst love so warmest!
*Philippians 3:1 Finally, my brethren, rejoice in the Lord...
July 2, 2023
2nd place, "The Lost Doll" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina; judged on 7/16/2023.
three aliens camped out in the desert in the heat of the day
Their skin which had been green, turned a tiny bit more gloomily gray
They were huddled around a campfire or was it a TV?
I tried to tiptoe past them, hoping their intentions were friendly
One of them pointed and my head began to twirl around my neck
It rotated three-hundred-and-sixty-degree circle, what the heck?
the aliens laughed; one of them handed me a tin full of beer
I did not dare reject it, because I was now trembling with fear
funny stories were told in their alien language, which I did not know.
I was relieved at two thirty-five a.m. when they finally let me go.
they had a giggle that clued me as to when I should laugh
I ran all the way home to hug my cuddly, a furry giraffe.
Don’t pick a fight with a badger
You may think he is cuddly and cute
But he’s terribly strong
He has claws that are long
And a body that’s rather hirsute
Don’t go harassing the badger
Don’t bait him or chase him for fun
For he only eat bugs
Earthworms and slugs
And he lays on his back, in the sun
You’ll not get the best of a badger
He is faster than you are, by far
You’ll not beat him with force
So your only recourse, is
To knock the beast down with your car
So don’t you go badgering badgers
They are one of this country’s delights
Don’t assault the poor chap
Don’t assail or attack
After all even badgers have rights
Form:
My little granddaughter
Being hyperactive
Slow in talking
Sometimes a bit burden
But slowly we find the reason and love in her
She likes catoons and watches it
Everyday every minute free
She is learning foreign language herself
She speaks out of tune
And we respond with another language
Our mother tongue instead
She listens to us and try to understand
But we never listen to her and just feel strange
Until one day she starts to speak fluently
To act and to dance humorously
Oh
She is so cute and cuddly
Finally we find love in her
But much later than she found in us
Similarly
God love us before we love Him
So
Do find love in Him
And love Him forever
It is frightening how my sweet, cuddly cat can change,
Into a sinister and menacing hunter intent on stalking her prey;
She loves the garden and always lays beneath cool leaves,
But is just waiting, watching, and planning a bloody kill.
And from her hiding place she comes creeping, creeping,
Slithering, edging up inch by inch, skulking some little animal;
Teeth chattering and emitting a deadly rattling eerie sound,
Her eyes a fixed stare and her body intense and tensed.
This snuggly pet of mine is a predator with true speed,
Hiding, stalking, pouncing and chasing learned with her toys;
She likes to prolong the event and thus the creeping,
And then, she leaps and it is very scary for a moment.
But the tickle of her bell, alerts the bird to fly far away,
And the mouse to slip into it's hole again safe and sound;
Then with a meow and sweet purr, she comes creeping,
Creeping home, happily without a dead thing in her mouth.
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October 11, 2015
Poetry/Verse/My Creepy Cat
Copyright Protected, ID 15-716-307-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Best October Poem,
sponsor, Skat
Fourth Place
~~~Second Grade Terrorists~~~
Chicago Public Schools
I graduated in January, happy as a lark!
I was able to enlighten young ones, no longer would
they have to live in the dark!
With my little blue Fiat, as sweet as candy,
I drove to a Chicago hood, to launch my life as a teacher,
I knew it would be just dandy.
Fate had other plans for me though!
These second graders had seven teachers prior to me.
whom they turned into playdough.
Such cute little boys and girls, I mistakemly thought!
But once the principal left, all manner of mischief they
sought.
Their favorite habit, if I recall, was sneaking out of their
chairs.
To show off their talents extraordinaire, writing pornographic
words on the blackboards with a flair!
Another was causing fights in a totally quiet class,
By mumbling to another~"Yo Momma, got a big _ss!"
Stealing another's pencil turned the room upside down,
Desks turned over, flying debris, I remember that class
With intense perfidy.
I was able to get assigned in two months to another
school.
Yes, in the hood but in this school the principal was
tough as nails, and never allowed any teacher to be
made a fool.
My days at the new school were fun and very pleasant,
I loved and cherished my years there.
Teaching was fulfilling now and cuddly as a bear!
6/28/2024
I think you all should know, bout a situation set to go.'
Its coming real soon.' Elephant in the room!
Wow its hairy and fast, Canada don't find out last.!
Now you won't hear of this in your zoom.
Some sqirrels from Britain real wild. Got to Russia
Now they're not meek and mild..They've had enough
Of (your grays) and their un-social ways, so they are
Armed and coming in to invade.' They have good p r to
Employ, they are cuddly, and look like great toys, if you
Don't think its so.? Wait till you hear from trudeau..!
Who is readying all means to deploy.' Every asset will be
In the field, he vows that one tree; he'll not yeild.' Its
Pure oxygen to him see.' A cause celer'e like it should be.!
A situation so dire...That he just can't retire; for this Diversion will get him off his knees.' He will come out all
Chipper and spry ' mainstream media polluted with lies
Red squirrels, from Russia.' Well from Britian, it don't really
Crush; ya! Every voice of dissent mischeif and many awake and most pro-active fiends.! He'll be your long haired Saviour, if you'll only inhale yeah.' The aroma he's got up his
Sleeve, he's all pc and lovey, never hawkish real dovey
Courts out on how well, his great role is recieved.?
Shining like a golden beacon
in the early morning sun
a joyous place to take a stroll
where everyone is having fun
Meandering down the decking
opens up spectacular views
glistening diamonds on the sea
as she displays her many hues
Gift shop full of souvenirs
a memory of your special day
seaside items ~ frivolous buys
like memories now are tucked away
Victorian tea rooms tempt you in
an English tradition to savour
freshly baked scones with jam and cream
a cup of earl grey such a delicate flavour
Amusement arcade many games to be played
pockets full of coins with hopes for to win
huge cuddly toys for girls and for boys
back at your car far too big to fit in
Boats sail by as the sea meets the sky
you daydream how life used to be
those halcyon days so calm and serene
dreamily gazing at the azure blue sea
Spend a whimsical day let your mind float away
absorbing the ambience and atmosphere
no nicer way for to spend a summer’s day
than to promenade on Eastbourne’s Golden Pier
and my Darling I am wishing you were here…
Written 9th June 2019
HONORABLE MENTION
Contest: YOUR CHOICE(5),any form,any theme
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Copyright © Ann Gilmour | Year Posted 2019
Cat – Ugly - Pretty - Ugly
Ugly cat invades us in savage fashion to steal our dinner
We’ll have none of that and kicked it out in the beginning
But it keeps returning though, meowing, growling, and you know
We now have an ugly cat or it has us
Mean, vicious, suffers from malnutrition
Looks at us like we’re delicious
Cannibalistic tendencies
It only eats raw meat
Did I mention it’s malicious?
Looks like cat’s been run over by a bus
Super fussy fur ball of fluff and nasty stuff
Ugly kitty has no place in our existence
Lazy thing makes friends with mice
It hates the smell of cheese and us
And takes pride in being not so nice
Cat has no clue of truth and beauty
We don’t know just what to do
Can’t figure out its longitude and “attitude”
Kitty sits and wishes it was cuter
Good luck with that
It climbs on shelves, destroying things
Concentrates on plates and dishes
Climbing walls, tearing curtains
Leaves mirrors for last to break
To see how pretty he must be
Most small creatures are sweet and cuddly
Not the case with this feline Mr. Ugly
Can’t get close or even figure out its sex
With scratching claws, biting attacks, and flaws
A feline fatality in the making for us all
The monstrosity lost its meow with us somehow
Only howls and growls without a cause
Allies won’t even take it back
It comes from a questionable lineage
Probably won’t reach old age
Deplete of social graces and education
Lacking looks will send it to an early grave
I would like to shoot it but fear it might shoot back
We’re superficial like that
And what type of person shoots the kitty cat?
I mean, in the back