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Felix is dead
I have a tail, huge teeth
Which I only use for food
I love the pack leader
I walk with him each day
But I’ve heard a rumour
Someone new is coming to stay
I bite through toys and
My jaws rip them apart
I wouldn’t hurt fly unless
It hurt my heart, and doubt
Is now rising, because I am
Number one. I won’t give this up
My tail arcs like a scorpion
I swagger when I walk, but
I know a change is coming
A strange human and female
Biggest I’ve ever seen, holding
A cage and the smell is making me
Mean.
A face through the bars, make
My heckles rise, a meow cry
I snarl and stare in its eyes
Cats. The boss holds it, tells
Me to be calm, only because
He’s the leader, I don’t rip
It from his arms. My tail wags
At first I play gently, allow it a tap
I nudge it with my nose, but
The green envy rises when it
Sits on the leader’s lap, my lips curls
My tongue slathers, my eyes narrow
I sneer, wait til we’re all alone.
Everybody’s gone an empty house
It hisses and it arches as I circle
The cat can’t look away, or else
I will snap, I’ll never forgive the
Smugness sitting on my leaders lap.
I pounce and flatten, ten times its size
And as I close my jaws, I look in its eyes.
I scrape at the earth, until a hole is dug
And I pick its lifeless body from the rug
They’ll be sure it escaped, climbed
Over the fence and wait its return.
I’ll be a terribly subdued and stare
At the door. Again, I’ll be the favourite,
Pats on my head, they’ll never guess
Flex has demised, yes Felix is dead!
David Cox 20/05/22
Two rust-red tubes running up the hillside,
by the wood's edge, hidden just in the trees,
they have water, and compressed air inside,
pumped up the mountain to hydrants steely.
Hoses conduct it to tall silver tubes,
snow guns that spray the white stuff on the trail,
coating brown grasses, hiding them from view,
building tall piles that some call snow-whales.
The groomers will come and flatten them out,
leave corduroy patterns on the long slope,
the skiers will come and race on a cloud,
they don’t like to wait when winter is slow.
One must be consistent in a business,
take five Mother Nature, we have got this.
I'm just a little particle created so long ago
I swirled with many of me to help your Solar System grow
For many years I spun I thought in never ending spin
From that marvel the nebula your Solar System begins
For those who are not very sure a supernova could have set the reaction
A core attracted me in then collapsing in a fatal attraction
The speed of which this happens picture a skaters arms by their side
Rotational forces so massive spinning in ever glide
This causes the cloud to flatten as me the dust is being drawn in
Around a dense core it travels a star is pulled in to begin
The more mass that is accumulated towards the center of the disc
Enough energy is now created nuclear reactions react so brisk
In basic simple terms Hydrogen atoms in Helium fuse
Releasing enormous amounts of energy your Solar System sings the blues
The outcome of one of these bursts was the forming of your sun
Granted, it took another ten million years but what you know now has now begun
The next step in the journey of this incredible science feat
Is the formation of the planets that you humans will eventually seek
Eventually us dusts we stuck together to form the many of many rocks
This process is known as accretion created by the science clock
Forming in the flat plane over millions and billions of years
Electrostatic forces allured creating your Solar System spheres
I'm just a little particle created so long ago
I swirled with many of me to help your Solar System grow
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December’s when on marching way,
End of the year seems not away—
The year one of the awful most
Imposed on us enormous cost,
Yet, if hope's truly eternal,
If not so logical,
Let's hope, a change in calendar
Some relief might render,
Let's hope, that little thing wriggling in dust
Is COVID’s desperate dour ghost!
That, 'pon losing deadly battles before,
The mankind might have won the war.
Yet, naught happens as midnight moment strikes,
Year’s ticking instants have likes nor dislikes,
Nature believers in no such division of time,
It has its own never-known rhyme.
Nor does the virus care,
No matter it might flare
Irrespective of change of year...
Sorry, COVID’s end seems no near.
The coming year as well to flatten,
Maybe it just passes its baton.
Tongue-in-cheek 17.12.2020
Poseidon was a god who loved to Dream;
he, unlike his older brother Hades, and younger Brother Hesus,
began to dream of the World of Oblivion
With his head held high and his bra strap held over his chest,
he would imagine and dream of mermen living under the Sea.
His pores would flatten and his pro maculate discord would ripen
He was, as I would believe, a Vestal Virgin whore, as he masturbates
with those who presume to know him from every angle like his brother, Hesus (Zeus') possession of the mythological, Gandymede and Osiris.
Oh, how many bottomless pits of the ocean did he fathom, did he fathom
Did he uproot, did he uproot?
How I wish I can reach the sky
Bringing down the clouds to shield you from storms up high
How I wish I can reach the stars at night
Bringing light in your darkest night
How I wish I can bring a torch in every site
Litting the lives of those who need might...
If I can smoothen the coarse and dusty grounds
I will pave them all with my rough, dirty hands
If I can flatten each and every mountain
I will dig a hole to bring out a love fountain
From there all people can drink and wish
All good things... no hate, no leash
How I wish I can send a note
To everyone in this world without a hote
Thanking all of you for your warm thoughts that whish
You'll always be remembered in my dreamed swish
How I wish...
The pictures of sorrow--people fleeing
the land they love--who wanted freedom
above all.
These images will long haunt us,
as they should.
Yet, many stay to face the wrath of a despot
who only wants to claim the once-free land
as his own.
So, he sends tanks to flatten buildings
missiles to kill the children
silence their singing.
Can he be human--composed of blood and bone
the same as those he kills...
the same as all.
How can this happen? Have we not learned?
Our hearts break for you, Ukraine.
The courage of Ukraine people astounds us all
and makes us proud.
Generous Poland, and people of the World
who embrace strangers
and share their homes
This is Love.
Dear God, please save Zelensky to lead again,
when skies are blue
and only raindrops fall.
March 9, 2022
for Kyiv Poetry Contest
by Kai Michael Neumann
As I look out from my tired eyes
Full of sadness, and disbelief
This crazy world that is full
Of 24/7 matters of urgency
That that no one seems to see
The pain and suffering of others
Their blind.. They don't see
Rushing around, device moulded to ear
Everyone talking but no one can hear
The winds have changed
Our negative perception
Will kill our brain
But look beyond yourself
And you will see
By just one gesture
Or a thought for others
We all become family,
We all become brothers
Just think for one moment
If this was to happen
The world would open up
The barriers would flatten
We are all one people
We are strong and proud
We put aside all the negative things
And all join hands
For to do this
Would bring peace to our lands
“Just two weeks to flatten the curve!”
So wear your mask! Of all the nerve!
Yes, two arms’ length, six feet apart
to save a life and show some heart.
We can’t let the old covids roam,
So send them to the nursing home!
Hydroxychloriquine? No thanks!
They sell that where you buy fish tanks!
Joe Rogan says, “Ivermectin!”
It’s goat dewormer for the win!
So get two jabs; before it’s through
You’ll likely need a booster too!
Pandemic of the crude unvaxxed;
Mandates will stop this in its tracks!
The blue checks moan their moral fall;
Seems omicron has come for all.
(for the Buzzword contest)
Let silence be answerable to sound.
Unplug yourself
move with caution through crowds
bow head as if in prayer
yet deny God at all costs.
Let the brave resist...
survive.
Support our leaders
whoever or whatever is in charge.
have no reservations or doubts,
its all for your own good,
for your own peace of mind.
Fake brain damage.
Now that truth is a lie,
agree to agree.
if you are young enough
to be conscripted
volunteer to kill at will.
Avoid clubs and interest groups,
stay under the radar.
Surrender your gun
say you found it in a ditch.
Never complain.
Always smile and nod.
Acclaim proudly
that poverty is patriotism.
Criminals are the real victims,
apologies to all for being you.
When they say we must try harder
to "flatten the curve"
never ask "What curve?"
Believe the official news
toe the line.
Never ask "What line"?
Turn a blind eye
to EVERYTHING.