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Premium Member Animal Abc Footles

apes smile
ants pile

bats cleave
bugs leave

cocks crow
cows plough

dogs bark
ducks quack

elks stride
eels slide

frogs leap
fleas creep

goats skim
gars swim

hares dig
hens sprig

insects
infect

jays sing
joys ring

krills feed
kois breed

Lord*-blest
life's nest.

*Genesis 1:25 And God made the beast of the earth after his kind, and cattle after their kind, and every thing that creepeth upon the earth after his kind: and God saw that it was good.

May 7, 2022
7th place, "A Brian Strand PREMIERE" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 5/7/2022.
Form: Footle


Premium Member Change of Fortune

The clown juggled his feelings in front of an incredulous crowd

Life is a circus and even a fool’s manna does not fall from heaven

He had balls to impose his mask and mascara onto instant applause

Was not sure though about who was the jester of standing ovations


His delusion was the illusion of reality in preposterous meaning

An existential artist he seemed to be in retro postmodern nostalgia

Intermezzo personified with endless beginnings entombed in a grin

Cut with a razor tattooed on his skin facing an ignorant audience


True to his script he stumbled and fell short and flat of intemperate desire 

Gobbled up sand mixed with elephant poo and regurgitated misplaced pride

‘I sold my soul to fake laughter but even the kids are stuck on their phones’

Past his best like a relic he assembled dust of anger and fear for the future


He had turned into a proverbial slurve a slipped metaphor of fading delight

An imposter of joyful exuberance in a tedious world that could not care less

A projection of resentment a nuisance and overdue reminder of innocence lost

He was real to himself though like a hole in a bucket draining trickles of faith


As he gathered oblivious agony and immeasurable shame and contempt

He whipped one last sphere of hope high into the canopy of sad gloom

Hoped that the contorted trapeze artist might catch his final effort to escape

She twisted dangled reached out then crushed into a net suspended in yearning 


With the show over ungrateful spectators left the miserable dishonest display 

The tent was locked up and the onlookers retreated into self-righteous boredom

As lions horses fleas impalement and con artists took to their cages’ containment 

The clown and the acrobat slipped off the road and eloped into a promising night



17th June 2019

The Crow

The crow is solemn among the branch,
Staring at nothing but horizons and bark.

The snow capped scene it did surround, in the quiet, sleepy 
and noisy town.

The crow shudders its wings and wakes the snow in a hazy 
Clouded shroud the crow did go

He had witnessed the inhabitants more than he dare see
The abuse, the guile the festering fleas

The rodents of theatre masquerading a foul vigor
In duplicated ego, and whispered intuition. 

He saw the truth he saw the daily lies the grand hypocrisy 
The grand prevail.

They cannot ere another fable the replica of tales repeats 
In ceaseless curiosity. 

He flaps amongst the cold air and feels the rush of europhia 
As he dances with ability, freedom and choice

The crow moves in unstoppable momentum towards the observed horizon 
And behind the orange glow of life.
© Paul K K  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Elegy

The Perfect Omelet

The Perfect Omelet  

I think I'd like an omelet
so please find me a giant pot,
a half a dozen fresh kumquat
and don't forget the cheese.

Add a jar of jumping fleas,
2 cans of fancy black-eyed-peas,
do not add pepper, or I'll sneeze
and don't forget the beans.

Stir it often, add sardines,
a couple cups of jelly beans,
a bag of Florida tangerines
and don't forget the beets.

Just when it bubbles, add snake meat
and feathers of a parakeet,
a spoon of honey to make it sweet
and don't forget frog legs.

Add some peppermint, two kegs,
a weasel raised in Winnipeg
and most importantly, I beg,
don't forget the eggs.

What's that you say, no eggs today?
I guess I'll put this pot away!
I'd like an omelet the most.
Guess I'll settle for some toast!
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Cell Phone

The blue waves smack the shore
Outlined by the oaken door.
Stand beside the cypress tree
Throw your arms out to the sea
On a mossy cliffside you can spy
The wheeling curlew, hear it cry.

Smell the cedar in the grove
See grass wave where rover's rove.
Hear the sea gull, feel the wild
White sails on silver, be beguiled.
So far from madness of the city
Cell phone rings, no longer free.

You run inside the cottage door
Find your backpack on the floor
Dig the phone out, as it plays
A ringtone singing "yesterday"
Its Chase bank, with a suspect charge
Ten thousand, that's awful large.

Text message comes from your landlord
Rats with fleas came in a horde
Your boss says he's needs you back soon
Work has come like a monsoon.
You leave the cottage bitterly
But you can't eat the scenery:

Can't throw the cell phone in the sea.
At least you have the memory...
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Locked In

Locked In

The walls all around, 
are not what is doing me under. 
It is not the lack of air, 
food or needed sustenance…
It is not the distance, 
between the front gate…
and the back. 
It is not the water, 
which tastes funny, 
because it is not filtered…
but straight from the tap, 
and hose…
in the garden. 

The tomatoes are turning red. 
The flowers are blooming. 
The dog is still scratching for fleas. 

I don’t pull the weeds, 
instead I invite the bees, 
and pray it is not too late, 
for pity’s sake. 

Jesus, 
walk with us…
talk to those that will listen. 
Those that will not, 
we bow are heads, 
and know the outcome, 
of their tenacious stupidity. 

Right before their eyes, 
in front of their faces, 
Good and evil all around. 
The swords of angels…
flashing in the night, 
saving the meek from themselves. 

This will pass, the saints know. 
This is not the last calling. 
But it is a trumpet of wisdom…
Take heed, beware, be aware!
Pharaoh was given many chances, 
and then none. 


 
Mighty God, Bless you and keep you and your families safe, in this difficult time. In Jesus holy name. Amen.
© Ann Foster  Create an image from this poem.

Tell Covid 19 That Am Black

It’s  voice causes the shiver
its name causes the stagger
tremours boiling
fettle downpouring
Heartbeats panicking
families isolating

Like a turret, it oozes
like a trumpet, it blows
emanating shockwaves
spurring Venom
hissing sparks
scything down humans like grass.

Some say the states gave it light
But Daddy says “Wuhan”, without delight
Basking with the thought
“Does Wuhan Gloat,
is it a calculated attempt to free land
Or Divine justice sent from God’s Hand”?

Cities,laid on Siege
Borders, Borded and armed
Starvation creeping
bereaved weeping
unemployment surging
Media, reeking.

But on the Ocean’s Horizon 
Africa resides
Its citizens, quite in oblivion 
Of the fangs of Poseidon 
For whispers says black is a curse
But i tell you, is the reverse.

Born to toil and forever toil,
That’s our only curse;
Brazen for the Saharan sun,
we Suckle the anopheles 
Drink from potholes 
What then is Covid 19?

Tell Covid 19 that Am black
Wuhan won’t knock on my door 
For Toiling from birth to death,
My body is brazen against It
For am Black,
And am food for the anopheles 

Tell Covid 19 I banter with lions
Feed the fleas 
And though I drink with cows from the gutters
Typhoid fears my face
And though I sleep on the grass,
The cobra bites me not

Tell Covid 19 I endure hell on daily basis
And that it’s but a speck
To that log I carry
That if the world sinks on it
My black Africa would stand
For am black.

Premium Member No ciro not amused

You're funny why you always have been impatient when it came to the simply pleasures of life fighting over phone time finally sending me all those cards birthday valentine days Christmas Easter or just thinking of you the cat putting his paws in the fish tanks finally your release leaving Liza and my ex at home while we drove fast down palm beach blvd with the top down you really thought that was paradise broken pink flamingos dolphins on the walls I'm really sorry about your big Mexican broad stabbing five persons your trying to get her time cut my god ciro I can't  even be apart of that therefore leave me out of this I cared for ma you know come on man  Mandy jay Townsend Johnson Henry both my abusive ex night crawlers literally fleas stuck on his back hoping I fund flea soap I won't I'm not I am blessed to be free of florida medicaid God has my back I no longer fear her criminal group hospital system breach hacking into thousands of ill persons lives getting their benefits removed hell Medicaid was the reason corruption was able to hack into my life resulting in a class action law suit files against florida medicaid for removing millions of disabled persons illegally my disability has nothing to do with medicaid thank god for morgan and morgan law firm sorry not sorry I hope you got your heart medication cancer treatment God bless you I cannot focus on those arson murders of nine it  causes stress anxiety that has triggered severe asthma attacks interrupting my breathing im now trying to get my breathing stablized with oxygen nebulizer I  am sure you could care less this is stressful being threatened everyday realized you maxed that traumatic brain injury structured settlement clearly by now you understand i can't support your enterprise corruption organized crime many blessings I am American
Form: Quintilla

Premium Member Doggone Dog Contest

DOG DAY AFTERNOON

Old hound takes a nap in the shade of the trees
No pep, no sap, no afternoon breeze

He's much too lazy to chase the neighborhood cat
Who sauntered on by, and smugly sat

She taunts and preens, this feline brat
Hound opens one eye, scratches this and that

Too lazy to notice the bothersome cat
So Miss Cat curls up to take a nap

The hound, the cat, snooze side by side
Till the afternoon sun bids the day goodbye

Old hound wakes up, yawns and stretches
Miss Cat wakes too, her behind itches

They groom, and lick and scratch their fleas
No modesty, they bathe with ease

Then the hound stands up, with change of heart
He starts to growl, that's when trouble starts!

Miss Cat perks up, the tables are turned
She attacks full force, her neighbor is spurned!

Now things are as normal, as they can be
Old hound chases Miss Cat...right up the tree!
Form: Couplet

Premium Member Animals

It was a party of fleas who dropped some tea into the sea 
Created a baby that left its mommy
Now there is an elephant and donkey in the room
So, lets asked who’s the bigger ***?
A spark, a flare, lighting a camel, an affair
Puff of smoke gone, what went wrong?
Bully the pulpit, who’s the culprit  
Line drawn and divided by two
A state of iron bars but let’s call it a zoo  
Divided into a system of them vs you 
Don’t lose your autonomy 
Though everyone is still just a monkey
Collectively a swarm of angry bee’s 
The brilliants of hatred and judgment 
The embellishment establishment pageant
Yesteryear's of days past are today's fears 
Financiers, volunteers as November nears 
Comparisons, divisions of wealth’s occupations
Frictions, contradictions, comedians 
Who will be the next king of the jungle?
Both proclaiming to be the blissful angel 
Tis the mating seasons bestial battle
Birdies tweets all about it on the their social 
Scandal! Scoundrel! Oh, look there’s a squirrel
The eternal feral quarrel circle 
The apex creatures are very territorial 
For the king or queen, gerrymandering 
The two-party system is the grand pyramid scheme
Bunch of ***holes looking up and bunch of **** looking down 
Kiss up, gallop, gossip, stirrup, who will win the crown?
In this cage, enrage, what’s on the front page?
Who’s saying what about minimum wage?
Outrage about an issue? The cockatoos will throw a horseshoe
Here, eat this grass, here, pray at mass, or don’t
They will provide an antidote
Cheer, this one is such a deer, so sincere, so clear
Ok, the political evolution will find a way to prey on the economic roadway
Confusing rat race values, turn to the news and find out who will lose
Here, oats for the goats. No, the grass is greener over there
But be aware because there is a monster troll lair 
Despair not of this nightmare, the election will swear to another road     
The only condition for this prince is you must kiss this toad
Bam, the payload full of taxes and other critter’s pensions 
Hurry up and cooked this eagle thanksgiving is awaiting  
Tis the season for the hating, frustrating, debating, 
Won, the elephants and donkeys parties are one hell of celebration 
After-all in this zoo, the keepers and guests are laughing at you


Updated 5/14/2019
© G. Jay  Create an image from this poem.
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