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Cat
Furry
Little kit
Lapping its milk
Whiskers now white, relaxing in its bed!
Time for a wash, its paws are all over!
Jumped on the car
From the mud
Dirty
Dog
Comments: Tetractys, a poetic form consisting of at least 5 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 10
syllables (total of 20). Tetractys can be written with more than one verse, but
must follow suit with an inverted syllable count. Tetractys can also be reversed
and written 10, 4, 3, 2, 1. Double Tetractys maybe written as: 1, 2, 3, 4, 10, 10, 4,
3, 2, 1, and a Triple Tetractys as: 1, 2, 3, 4, 10, 10, 4, 3, 2, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, and 10.
First thing in the morning when she gets up
he would get up from bed too
whenever she opened her mouth to yawn
he would also follow suit
He would follow her into every room in the house
like a cheerful newborn puppy
attached to the bosom of his mother
When she walks into the bathroom
he sneaks up behind her
she can't go in there
without a spectator present
or waiting patiently by the door
When she maneuvers into the living room
to switch on the television to Miami Vice
she can't even take a nap
and sip a Switcha in solitude
all because he always plants
his miniature body upon her lap
with his endless snuggling and affection
like lime juice sprinkled on conch salad
Despite his irking habit
she would often brag to her friends
about her appreciation
of her little shadow and little stalker
who always follow her everywhere she goes
She said boyyy stopppp
All that talk
Sounds like Greek mythology
Baby baby please, I missed you
I’ve never walked on air but
When you put your head on my shoulder
It felt like I had accomplished everything I ever would in that moment
Put your head on my shoulder
Hold me in your arms baby
She put her head on my shoulder
At last Heaven is not just in my mind
Holding your sky but not for punishment
I've defeated my Titans
Put your fear in the palm of my heart
Whisper in my ear, words I can hold dear
Show me that you care
With the silence your eyes bear
I’m becoming well versed in us
Seconds with you is the only time I’m placing 2nd
Daddy taught me ladies first
Put to rest all your worries in the hands of prayer
Then rest to my beats per minute
Until hours become ours with no regrets
You in my arms not even amnesia could forget
Put the heaviness of your world under the weight of my love
Let it blanket you gently
Forever isn’t meant to be shared unless it’s from God
So excuse me as I show her off like tomorrow has evaporated
Funny holding onto pain is easier than the risk of letting go
She exclaims don’t ever let go
Holding her breath for words of affirmation
I’ll hold on for as long as love exists, forever is simply an assist
Lovely how her darling can turn reality into a chapter of bliss
I love turning the page so your head can memory foam to my chest
Caress, my beard until I doze off, then you fall asleep
Feelings follow suit, as my hand gained a Queen
And yeah shawty is a 10
They can’t tell a King Jack, with this Ace up my sleeve
Meaning anyone interrupting our peace will get royally flushed
She should only wake up between REM cycles to steal a kiss
She already stole my heart so take it all
Put your lips on mine, then copy and paste
Because seconds taste better sometimes
And I want everything other guys leftover
Put your lips on my dreams until they can kiss you back
My pillow is not just in case it's the blueprint
Put you lips everywhere but on mine
So I can memorize your petals brushing against my skin
Let go of everything that keeps you from holding us
So I can love you like a paul anka song
p.s. I just want to stay in the eternal sunshine of this spotless moment…
In the dance of bees and flight of birds,
In flocks dancing high aloft in the sky,
lies the collective wisdom of a crowd of things,
that have, so-called swarm consciousness it seems.
But, there's no conductor or leader to guide the intricate ballet,
No single mind orchestrates the dance,
No single purpose drives the collective fray,
As the swarm twists and swirls, hither and thither they go
In a wondrous dynamic coordinated display,
That creates a harmonic crescendo performance, only swarms know.
When one outside member of the flock randomly
feels the urge to divert its path
all its nearby neighbors follow suit
Each member is aligned to the those immediately close by,
left and right, front and back,
all around them, lying close in formation.
So one twist, turns another, and another, and another.
One twirl, curls and swirls the mob in unison,
as all others follow suit.
So it's one for all, it's all for one, it's all in, in the show.
The swarm's intelligence is simply
driven by the birds, bees, fish, bugs and gnats
urge is stay, with togetherness in a crowd
to swarm and whoop it up,
in joyous flight,
Joie de vivre!
WARRIORS AND LOVERS
Warriors and lovers are one; both are in hot pursuit
Of their targets; that’s why all is fair in war and in love.
Distance makes them fall in and nearness makes them love;
And sobering live-ins make their home just business suit.
They fight, to win, to entertain, to practice, and wear suit
In action; their acts often play out in theaters, Oh- by Jove,
And the end is delivered too, there; Kings or Monks, love
Chase them all, either they resist or surrender in suit.
It all started once in heaven and all creations follow suit
In bitter rivalry ‘tween Snake and Man with a fruit and a love
For only one Eve; so, say marriage is made there or is it love?
To dwell there in Eden, you need love, no claim by lawsuit
Does love end in wedlock? Nay; locks open for many human affairs,
But love treks on beyond locks, unlocking, even in hell, heavenly affairs.
-Lawke-
Disillusioned by a moral compass. Pointing every way, besides the right direction. Separate the wheat from the chaff. Is there merit in being cursed?
Our nature, certainty of blatant hypocrisy.
Test upon test.
Never knowing when the cast of shadows lurking. Forever is a long time, when existence goes on and on.
Shown wrong when rewarded as willful treachery.
Albeit seeing progress, granted no mercy. Sought out for belonging. The craving of divine love.
The balance unforgiving. Born with the best of both worlds, follow suit with the worst punishments.
The heir, heavy with black clouds at hand.
Temptations of kin smoldering, laughing at every torment bled dry.
The chains of Olympus withering away.
Open the heart, plead for understanding.
Repast for June 13th, 2020...
(and countless provender
scores of years gone by)...
to partake larding refrigerator cupboards
think respectable food vendor.
Courtesy Montgomery County
(Pennsylvania) Assistance Office in general
and Electronic Benefit Transfer
(EBT) card in particular.
Yes, I (a mere tenderloin) reckonize
a long overdue thank you
wouldrequiremorethanone breath whew
but a clear and
distinct preference necessitates
easy to read and understand view
versus merely typing gobbledygook,
which would invite
yours truly typing Urdu
(which language I know
absolutely nothing about... true)
but lack of familiarity
never stopped me stew
wing anonymous readers
with ire, now I rue
men hate, yepper after
forcing anonymous readers
to wade, née (nearly drown)
into thicket of quo
titty yen verbiage, invariable
coming across as po
i.e. half assed poet,
whose self impressive smugness
amounted to diddly squat,
thee immediate answer
obviously, an emphatic,
Italic, unchic... "NO"
quite surprised if
"PLEASE SIR, I WANT MO!"
your unequivocal response,
which counter reply "LO
AND BEHOLD" would
casually follow suit ya know,
cuz all kidding aside,
yours truly (me), an average Joe
King garden variety,
and generic bot ready
for thee to interview
me, ultimately, preferably,
and ideally hue
not linkedin to
those awful *****sapiens
though... as a baby going goo
goo gaga, they seem
exclusive as Fontainebleau
(Area: 66.43 mi²)
regarding comprehending et tu
probably agree, that babies
create an abundance of do do
unapproachable as motley crew
who stoically man/woman
aforementioned French town
southeast of Paris where
sun shines every day,
and sky always blue.
The Borg have nothing on the bees;
they act as a collective mind.
Instead of dominating worlds,
They leave a better place behind.
A bee’s life, rather short and hard
unless it happens you’re the Queen.
Twenty-five hundred eggs a day
leaves little time to primp and preen.
The gals do all the work, of course;
the morning route is fifty flowers.
Two hundred beats produce that buzz.
They travel fifteen miles per hour.
Collectively, when added up,
a hive will travel pretty far:
A spin or two around the world
to make a single honey jar.
They’re really not the violent sort;
a gal who stings thereafter dies.
A different type of stinger’s found
among the drone sex worker guys.
Their honey is the only food
you’d need to keep yourself alive.
So cut back on the chemicals
and make a world where they can thrive.
Blessed is this honey bee;
her labor gives us all our fruit.
No other living thing their prey;
oh, that we’d learn to follow suit!
—————
for the Bee Creative Poetry Contest
sponsored by Matt Caliri
written on 05/28/2022
The bus stop says its out of use this week
Men are digging up the road again
I never knew that modern bus stops speak
I wonder will the street lamps follow suit
Their voices like the chiming of Bog Ben
The bus stop says its out of use this week
Maybe I can find another route
Will railway stations stutter like shy men?
I never knew that modern bus stops speak
How to travel ,hearing voices break
Pity and compassion hit my pen
The bus stop says its out of use this week
I fear my travel plans have gone astray
The journey I am on will never end
Did you know that modern bus stops speak?
From the dark grey sky the rain descends
Evolution staggers round the bends
The bus stop says it's out of use this week
I never knew that modern bus stops speak
All on Me…
I can’t help but feel the strain
Of the weight of a world I created
Can’t mistake my inner faults and guilt
That I have fallen way too short
No serenade can I sing to you
And of that I am ashamed
No resolution and no compromise on the position I am in
No other answer to the question than to turn and look at me
Point the finger in my direction because in the end it is all on me…
Can I right the wrongs that I’ve done each day
Can two wrongs make a right of me
Can I face the failures of my past
Or of this day right here and now?
If the mirror reflects the shadow or the light
And if I’ll remain a part of the picture, we’ll see
I am short on definition
But long on words that paint the picture
Feeling like I can’t move from day to day…
I believe I must align my heart and mind as one
My body and soul right behind
They must follow suit, they must fall into line
It may be my last chance at life…and it is high time we stood to live!
No resolution and no compromise, I cannot sacrifice our needs
In the end it is all on me
No other answer to the question than to turn and look at me
Point the finger in my direction because in the end it is all on me…
I have to ask, for how long will you believe in this dream??
Because in the end, I want it all to fall on me…