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Satisfied cat can sleep at the drop of a hat.
She can squeeze herself into those, this and that.
We find her asleep this morning in a goldfish bowl.
She is snoring away, like a fisherman without a pole.
Yesterday she was asleep in my underwear drawer.
She patted down my unmentionables until they were sore.
The day before she was asleep in a milk crate outside.
Luckily we knew she sometimes chooses this place to hide.
Our cat is unruffled, she can sleep anywhere.
With loud snoring sounds, she shows no one a care.
She is the cat who only puts up with us two times a day.
When were put out her kibble or put water in her electric tray.
three faeries with beautifully veined transparent wings arrived at midnight
Not unlike Pan who had been there before, they brought happiness light.
Their mission was to add some levity and joy to the current night life
I sneaked up on them in silence, feeling more voyeur than young wife.
Silent in the deep weeds, I watched the three faeries frolic and play in fun.
If I made a loud song, they would be gone way before the returning sun.
At three a.m. I sneezed, and the entire faerie brigade stood perfectly still.
“Come on out!” one demanded, staring at the neighboring hill.
Out came a dragon, a buzzard, two raccoons, a squirrel, a frog and a fish.
The fish was in a bowl, being carried by the raccoons, as if a delicate dish.
We will teach you some dance moves, the faerie queen said, “okay?”
More was going on, but a the sandman in a dream whisked me away.
I know what I saw, I am not wrong about that.
I still see these three faeries, at the drop of a hat.
Sometimes I sneak out at midnight to try to glimpse them again.
So far, I have come up empty, but some day, it will be a win.
7/28/17
My soul I will never sell
Even if I got to go through hell
Time will tell
If I'll excel
And propel
Doing poorly or swell
Wherever I dwell
Crooked or parallel from any citadel
And hotel
Are you the lion, cheetah or gazelle?
Can't afford to lack
Got to stay on track
At the drop of a hat
In the daylight or pitch black
Anywhere on the map
They can yap
And talk crap
But we'll see who has the last laugh
Onward and upward
Got to cut the mustard
Without being stubborn
No matter if I get a sunburn
With or without parachute cord
And a sword
Back to the drawing board
Still out to explore for even more
Moving toward
A place far away from the swarm
As well as any horde
Regardless of if it still gets cold and warm
Losing interest or rather adamant and passionate
Occasionally may be the devil's advocate
Among objects in motion or inanimate
Trying my best to stay afloat in ways that are adequate
On purpose this is no accident
Down the faithful brick stones he goes with his favorite monkey Spiff
through the alley where twilight glints soon turn from pinkish to gold
beneath a yawning sun. Bringing forth a new day, Tee Hee the nonpareil of his industry is an enigma to the passing crowds. An unravelled mystery that shows up at the break of dawn, and plays until the torches of a liquid day pour into lunchtime. Then the chink chink of coins arrive. At the drop of a hat they both perform, for the sake of a handful of coins.
music is the haven of Kings
an organ grinder's swing
and a monkey's right wing
A little orphan girl comes around with a small calico blue pie
that she found in the dumpster both broken and mushed to the pulp.
She sits herself down and with eyes round as frying pans she watches
as the monkey brings the hat to his nose to chase away her woes
Thrown like a star into a vast sleep
she opens her eyes to take a peek
Gazing at tranquility she falls in deep
Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy gurdy he plays on, as if it were his song
"Roly poly, roly poly, holy poly poly" he sings on
All the street clowns disappear, and as time stands still,
a young beating heart listens,
for the sound of a cranking pipe organ, while a savvy monkey
who knows his worth, quietly rakes in a small fortune.
There was a gang of ringtail weasels living down in the holler.
My mama knew it and said she would pay me a dollar
If I would go down and spy on them to find out their intent.
I told her I would do it if she paid me an additional percent.
A percent of the gold up in the attic? She asked.
I assured her this is what I meant, as I was masked.
I hid in the corner and heard those weasels chewing and burping.
They devoured rabbits, rodents, lizards, and now were slurping.
Their nests were in piles of rock piles, and one lived under the barn.
He was the biggest one, and scary, and I must say this is not a yarn.
He turned on his kin, and began to eat them one by one.
Watching this horrified me, and I was soon on the run.
A ringtail weasel has a keen sense of smell, and his sight is good.
He chased me home, as only a diabolical ringtail could.
I was scared to death and refused to leave the house after that.
I still have nightmares about it, at the drop of a hat.
When you look at me, you immediately form an opinion.
Your inconsiderate opinion is more often a wrong one.
You look down on me as if I were a bum or a stray.
I was born here, and this is where I will always stay.
It's like this: you think that I am timid and defenseless.
You also think that I am both scratchless and toothless.
You roll your eyes at me as if I am clawless and clueless.
You are certain that I am ready to run at the drop of a hat.
Yes, I sit on a cushy couch against a soft snit-covered pillow.
What you don't know is that I am prepared to protect what's mine,
and I will fight to the death for my portion of this couch which is
the entire sofa. You may look and stare or even come in real close.
You may even pretend to be a photographer and take pictures of me;
but you may not sit or even touch any part of me nor this sofa.
In case you missed something I just said, let me put it another way.
As you can see, I am clothed in a beautiful black and white fur coating;
and there isn't a trace of any other colors. There is nothing 'gray' about me.
I'm 'black and white', as plain as the light of day, and I mean every word I say. So I beg of you to hear me well. Stay out of my way, and everything between you and me will be okay.
10212017 PoSoupContest, Personification Poem, Tania Kitchin, 1P
At the drop of a hat,
just like that the calendar turns its last page, wearing thin.
Yet again, it begins.
The town stays the same yet everything’s changed
old hands start to wear new rings.
Years ago, you were born
wardrobe’s been worn
as one door closes, someone else walks in.
Yet again, it begins.
The sun leaves the sky but in the blink of an eye
it’s there again and you’re left questioning why…
children leave the swings for other things
and soon those children start to bare their own,
then face the world all alone.
That new house that becomes a home
with the back garden, now all overgrown
where you once slept, newly a teen
before everything you now have seen
and yet this is no dream.
That kid at school you knew so well
hears the echoes of wedding bells
but before you know it, there comes the rain
you watch them drift away in pain
and just like that, it starts all over again.
As the day creeps slowly into night
you clutch your pen with each word you write
but don’t forget to check the time
before today falls out of your sight.
Many do not love my direct way
They shy from the truth
many just loved my looks
in my happy youth
some liked the achievements i had and wanted in on my fame
And some thought what I did for a living was kiddie stuff and kind of lame
So it's a conundrum you see, when you talk about me
It's up down sideways philosophy
I am never stagnant and forever growing
and the depth of who and what I am is possibility overflowing
I have walked through fire
and I am full of desire
And I create at the drop of a hat
and in minutes spit out a new artistic rap
My muse is now inside me
and fuels me from within
And my life is invigorated
I know I don't live by whim
Its purpose plan and accomplishment
which will drive my final goals
A story to tell the world
that as of yet was untold
And that my dear is a poem 12-4-23 Artimus (C) Susan Manley
It's the pain laced cold reality check
crashing winds hurricane blowing
the tail end landing with news processed
Suffering human rights ignored pains
through prides green eyes
a legion filled with envy
money signs the pact
Your a joke monster of a devil
whom mocks and violates this earthly gift
who armed Isis
Or any other of these so called rebel groups
world terrorists are to blame bullies
for such deadly sins taking life's of your fathers sons
They will curse you
to hell and back forever
the damned armed
with the devils tools
destruction of humanity creeps closer
Crawling dark matter
from the dirty underworld
dead bones rise
scattering ash burns to dust
Blood of our brothers and sisters spill
upon grounds seeking peace
sins with their poisonous greed
Oil is now the dark matter reaping souls
without Divine mercy kills with hate
His judgement comes on the final day
they hide in the mountains of who they are
Claiming to be something
they are not humane
begs the question inside truth
World dominating powers invade
with bombs to dominate and destroy a world's grace
Doomsday is there no end
to your horrid need for suffering
Your games Satan faceless entity
hiding in the shadows
a snake turns against God's seals
without spine dark matter
Think human morals out seriously
They have gone upside down deciding fate
our future generations life children cry
in the drop of a hat inside core
Out of this world
tilting balance towards revelations
trial of life
we see answers unfolding
blinded no more by falseness
good against evil begins the battle
I believe in faith
a great source
holding power over hate
so my prayers are for peace
dove of an angel sings the joy
with love and understanding
the book of good conduct
God blesses all those afflicted deeply
Trash day oh how I miss LSD
Well, Is there a prepare to purpose
Safe in the arms of my mom
Scripted in the arms of a lady who lives fore the day
Life tolerates at best bets on the day
The most of thought described as an hour long mystery
Swallowed by dimensions of belief
no one ever believes out of sanity retention
On our best day we didn't tell one soul
On our best day we didn't say
What I couldn't say
The things you can not say
Be my girlfriend on the drop of a hat
Criticism flat lined buried deep
Down to the eutrophic bottom
What if everyone had the same thought at the same time
Could we move our galaxy to a different place
Life's got to be healthy hard but pezzy easy
You can tell
we is going berserk
All alone on the beach in a mid winter's dream