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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 assembled;
Ghost-like frightening! Like paint-gone grave disgusting,
Like devil standing in darkness sharp nails thrusting...!
What do you try to tell me my dearest pale moon?
Has my life turned like irregular desert dune?
Has it reached the end of eventide despair-filled?
Have all goodness in it, by wickedness, got killed...?
Whatsoever you might impart; one thing I'm sure.
My pains and sufferings have grown far beyond cure;
Wretchedness, like field mouse, has, in me made his home,
While my happiness, as though homeless, seems to roam...!
There's hope, yet, O pale Moon emerged from dark clouds!
Though darkness, like carbon canopy, gravely shrouds;
Just like it fails to conceal your sharp piercing rays,
Midst gloom, Almighty will open for me new ways...!
22 July 2022
SHE WANTED TO BE A NUN
After graduating from eighth grade,
She wanted to be part of the novitiate,
of the Holy Sisters of Nazareth.
Dad put his foot down loud and hard.
How she went from that, to nurse,to
teacher ,to comedian and bellydancer?
Are eternal questions to which she just
cannot find any answers!
Who knows what her zany future may
bring?
A palace, a Mercedes? Better yet.
perchance a loving, handsome king?
She has no unicorns of fairies dancing
in her house.
They are all on vacation now~so the
poet's only companion is a cheese-loving,
visiting field mouse!
November 15, 2019
The girl and her smile straddle the rainbow.
Neon hair the fluid cascades of northern lights,
her seafoam cloak the ripples outgrown by the shore.
She adores the breeze adorned with gems.
Emeralds fly from silk strings in wriggle-giggle wind,
as jaded kites made of ruby and sapphire and pearl
sit on a picnic checkerboard in envy-green grass
betting on play-dates with zephyrs.
White dice cubes roll beady-black-eyes at their folly.
She chases books as they sail from trees.
Their soft-covers as nimble as sparrows’ flit.
She leafs through slices of fruitcake,
each nutty page a looney tooney frame of insane;
Mr. H. Dumpty carouses with Mick Jagger swagger,
two baby paisley owls drive a ‘67 mustang car,
the car does a hop-scotch down bourbon street.
Field-mouse-flowers meow,
the moon jumps over the cow,
and she sings “the world needs more bumblebees!”
The golden palm of a five-fingered maple leaf
offers a diamond ring.
Palm trees pull up anchor and hover
in sunset silhouette like Mai Tai parasols.
A two-masted schooner scries seawater for its soul.
She laughs as black-habited nuns ride
upside-down on the roller-coaster rim
their feet kicking the billow-bellies of clouds ‘til
they fall into dreamcatchers sticky
and tricky as spiderwebs,
and a doughy-boy-baker loses
the reins of sugar-cookie-horses tilling
confetti seeds in a magician's puppet garden
where Dali wombs and peacock plumes bloom.
When my brother was fading away,
black chimes signaled for the demons to play.
They attacked all sides of my hobbled mind.
Treating the heart like an orphaned marble
They were rabid and had brackish intentions
Hope chipped away like a crowbar to cement.
In a dream, one of them took me into its sky
I clung tight to its undercarriage
begging for it to release me
It promised that it would if I said
that I loved it...I relented
It didn't keep its promise as expected
and we wrecked together.
I coddled a little amber cross....
(a field mouse in an owl's greying claw).
I was dismissed into a pillow of tranquility
The demons slowly drifting away...
as did my brother the very next day.
The smallest life
In front of me on the narrow track leading into the bushes,
I picked up a tiny field mouse held in the palm of my hand
where it fell asleep.
The tiny life was white and brown had eyes, heart and lungs like me.
What what’s next? I could not stay here all day with outstretched arm
waiting for the mouse to awake
I put it in my pocket when hearing the sheep coming down the track.
When dusty wool had walked past, I put the hand in my pocket
the mouse was not there; one thing to hold a mouse in my hand,
another thing is to have to crawl around my body.
I took my trousers off; I took my shirt off, I stood there naked
as Adam in Paradise, no mouse.
I slowly dressed as butterflies flitted about the woods were enchanting
and I enjoyed my nudity it gave me a sense of freedom.
Wild spangled lolli of feminine wiles
Pippy long stockings with sneaky sly smiles.
Hair like gold brittle bristles, wires wrap
Knoggin harnessed between hair band strap.
Wild, flying eyes, wiggling under britches
a merry carnival, organic stitches;
attire of confetti a bomb of glee;
this is the way you chose to redress me?
Pink glitter Mary Janes make my feet prance.
How could I sit down, I must make a dance.
You say I’m spirited, take center stage.
How could I ever rest dressed in this way?
Who could be quiet, a wee gray field mouse
if you put him in crinolines topped with a blouse?
You’ve seemed to create a right fine me stew.
Now what will the rest of the entire world do?
There’s a fella I know.
He is noble.
He is kind.
He is silent.
He is still.
There’s a fella I know.
I mean to say, I know I don’t know.
He isn’t noble.
He isn’t kind.
These are my words, for him.
For this cat.
He is a cat.
He is not these words.
He sees beyond words,
He sees beyond worlds.
He is a cat.
He knows that words are the cages we attempt to trap meaning in.
He sees meaning and meaninglessness. He sees no difference.
He is a cat.
I call him grey.
I call him gray.
I call him content.
I call him graceful.
I call him Saki.
(its the name given him)
(though it's not his name)
He is a cat.
These words are for me, though seemingly given him.
He is a cat.
Out beyond ideas of word and meaning,
there is a field mouse.
“I’ll eat you there.”
He is a cat.
He is not that
that I call him.
He is a cat.
He is a cat.
I call him Saki.
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 hard to blend in,
And not be seen by firelight,
He came to guitar strum,
He timidly crept closer,
As to the tune I hummed.
Crouching there beside my knee,
The cutest little mouse,
Came to listen to my song,
And grace me and my spouse,
With his quiet company,
For he was all alone,
And I felt blessed to have him come,
For people oft are prone,
To screech and rave about a mouse,
Or something they think vermin,
This tiny little thing of God's,
Did not so me determine.
Judy Ball
We so often miss out on a blessing because we fear something or sonsider it beneath us.
Once on a camping trip as I sat strumming my guitar by the fire, a little field mouse came into the camp and cuddled by my knee as I knelt on the ground with my guitar.
I felt so honored that he came. He must have been terribly lonely or cold or hungry or something to trust us that way.
He came to the soothing music I guess.
When I moved he scurried away and I felt I'd somehow lost something special.
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 that he had to confess
That he snuck some away-
To munch on through the day!
He said NO, and like me, felt some stress!
This went on- and so soon bowl was bare!
I moved on like I just didn't care-
And continued to dust-
Clean inside was a must
Of a living room cabinet there.
I yelled WOW!- when I saw there inside
All the Reeses a mouse brought to hide!
Dragged them there one by one
Till his project was done!
That field mouse took us both for a ride!
Now, this story I told you is true-
Shoulda known mice all do what they do.
But this feat was extreme
A lone field mouse's dream-
Gave him credit where credit is due!
February 3, 2023
Contest: Shouda Seen It Coming
Sponsor: John Lawless
Syllable Count: 9 and 6
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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 long to scurry over with his little feet
He decided to come through the door and stay
Now we wish he would just go away
We went to the hardware store
Got three different traps for the floor
We were sure that he would get caught
In the different traps we bought
We got the traps set and put peanut butter and jam
Thought this would get him with a slam
But for some reason it didn't seem to work
I sure all that mouse did was smirk
One day we chased him all over the house
Why are you so smart, you darn little mouse
We put out more butter and bread
Hoping he would come out and want to be feed
Still ,he was not caught
I was getting mighty distraught
So we pulled out the poison seed
He ate it ,so he is gone, indeed
You see we could not catch him with toast
he was a field mouse who ate seeds most
So if you want to catch a mouse in the house
Do like I did, I called my spouse.