Long Field mouse Poems

Harry Horsman's treatment was withdrawn over a week ago and they are making him comfortable, he is now in Hospice care.

Susan Ashly…we can only hope that Hospice care can keep Harry comfortable. May comfort be...

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Grace’s Council — Open...

One fine day, a little dit of a field-mouse, so tiny and meek, an avid reader of letters came to a freeze; dry-iced to her fav’rite spot at Grace’s library. As her...

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ORIGINAL TITLE HAIKU 35
1#
Brewed tea
Wife and myself
Nothing between us
2#
He was metamorphosed 
Into a frog
When his wife had left him
3#
I needed
A lonely woman
Thousand years back
4#
She shivered
In yellow sun
Struck by her coyness
5#
God travels
With three suitcases
One for me
6#
I...

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Life is a book. A book that is unlike any other. 
You see... The pages are not written. They are lived.
We all have different stories.
Never knowing what is on the next page, we live the...

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Oh I am but a simple leaf
         withering within the gutter
         one summer of bliss
    ...

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Twas the night before sunrise
and all through the warehouse,
not a creature was stirring
except Elmer, the field mouse.

It was 1962
And times were hard on mice.
Elmer had eaten this month
only twice.

Away to the bin
he scurried like a...

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1#
Brewed tea
Wife and myself
Nothing between us
2#
He was metamorphosed 
Into a frog
When his wife had left him
3#
I needed
A lonely woman
Thousand years back
4#
She shivered
In yellow sun
Struck by her coyness
5#
God travels
With three suitcases
One for me
6#
I kissed
Her frostiness 
And...

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lying here waiting for my time to end
looking back at my past my dear friend
the things that we have been through
and all the happy times i spent with you
do you remember when we first did...

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Sitting on top
of the green hill
on a flat rock
where the grass fills

Sonny the Gecko
layed very still
bathing int he sun
at the top of the hill.

Sonny was happy
to lay there all day
she heard a cry for help
interrupting...

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Farcical fancies,
Woodland rhymes,
These are not just
For bedtimes!

Farcical fancies,
Wait and see;
You’ll repeat them
Back to me!

—————

Woodpecker, really,
Won’t you hush!
By now, aren’t your
Brains all mush?

Woodpecker, silly,
Watch your head!
If I did that,
I’d be dead!

—————

Polliwog, Bullfrog,
Here’s a joke
It’s so bad,
You’ll...

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7 LITTLE FIELD MICE WHERE ARE THEY NOW



There were 7 little field mice;
Living in the field;
One mouse cried;
It’s cold outside;
So pack of six;
Nibbled at the corner of the house;
And that is how the seven got...

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      In the silence of the morning
   broken and disturbed 
      with birdsong hardly curbed

      I walk sleepily...

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Music in the trees

I woke up early one morning,
Just as the sun did rise 
The mist was slowly moving 
Across the fields In sight 
My little dog was happy 
Greeting with excite
She's wagging her tail...

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Pivotal not to pivot a pickled pig. Playing in a plait. No no plastic garments. Ha said a garden ornament. Release of structure. Sky dance. Planes move like a huge whale. Motionless static of a...

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As I was strolling through the woods,
I saw him hiding there.
So quiet, meek and mild was he,
So sweet, I found him fair.

That evening by the campfire,
I spied him once again,
Sitting just outside the glow,
He tried...

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Forever
As I looked at the old house sitting there all alone
I thought of the people who once had called it home

In the yard it was barren now the grass so brown
All that was left was...

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Alert bright sienna eyes,
   Olphactory senses exacting,
       Eager on the ready, loyal by my side,
           On a...

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The girl and her smile straddle the rainbow
neon hair the fluid cascades of northern lights
seafoam cloak the ripples outgrown by the shore
she adores the breeze adorned with gems
emeralds fly from silk strings in the wind
kites...

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Another day in paradise; where all the ladies sing;
With their honey tasting ruby lips; and their garments that do cling.
    And Jimmy sings of unknown soldiers; to the timed and the weak;
...

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Deprivation of my rights and freedom
Bodily autonomy, tossed out of 
a terrace window, seventy-third floor 

of a building in New York that touches
the same ground I walk on, yet reaches much
higher than I could ever...

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I opened the back door

He said don't, you know the score

But i didn't  listen and in came a mouse

And made his home in our house

We have an open field across the street

It didn't take...

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Neither your gold gleam; nor bright silvery luster, 
O moon, pale, you've gone ball of grey-dust cluster;
Rusted iron-plate? Glamour-gone brass-globe-gate?
Adulterated alloy? You're dull, in each rate...!

Your emergence from dark gloomy clouds resembled,
Skull of crematorium gray-dust...

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A field mouse

Sunday September 26th, a very nice day, for a change.
A very long walk, in the warmth of the sun, I arranged.
As usual, that walk would have to be taken on my own.
Along the...

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Her long sleek body stretches, she yawns and shakes her head,
she sees me through the window and decides she must be fed,
her soft white paws pad silently across the dew wet lawn,
she almost smiles, as...

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I had placed Reeses cups in a bowl
There to snack anytime- with control
The large family size-
Hubby eyed with surprise
Said restraint was to be his new goal!

But each morning I saw there was less
And I felt...

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