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The little cats all look up to the terrible lion.
If they do not pay homage, he may eat them.
He gobbles the weakest runts and the old ones up in big bites.
Letting them know what he thinks of them, bullying and snarling.
Why do we look up to this guy? One of the smaller one asks.
Because it may save our life someday another one says.
But what if we all banned against him and stood up to him?
He is king of beasts, and we are mere kittens. Don’t be ridiculous!
So, the big bully gets powerful and looked up to,
And we get smaller and smaller, being eaten one at a time?
Now you understand, the fearful cat said.
I knew you would.
My dragon Rutherford is a dare devil out for a thrill
Along the way he likes to roast a good kill
I climb on his back, not knowing where we are going
If he says “bring a coat” I figure it might be snowing
He flies easily between continents in a couple of hours
He has other talents, some truly remarkable super powers
Invisible during flight, he sometimes messes with a 747
I tell him to stop it, or he might not make it to heaven
Rutherford knows I am strict but loving, he is my tight pal
He flies me to other galaxies, I am his favorite old gal.
He has been my dragon since July thirteenth of 1972.
Exhausting summer if you knew how many miles we flew.
He eats along the way, roasting pigs, sheep, cattle, and one time a boar.
I know he is getting ready to feast when he drops out of a soar.
He always wants to share, but I bring my own snacks.
I don’t like to eat anything that moos, gobbles or quacks.
Last week we flew to Scotland, which was quite a trip for me.
All because Rutherford had a craving for Welsh apricot tea.
He is a marvelous pet, who has best intentions about me.
I love my dragon Rutherford, together, we are happy, you see.
Wabi-Sabi 12-21-23
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Wabi-Sabi
Empty the mirage of perfection
Whose shadow wears scars
Of perpetual broken rainbows –
Cracked rose petals –
Gilded edges joined by hibernation and spring.
A pilgrimage into amnesia
Timeworn victories fade into badges lost to time
Moonlight swallows the waning heart of morning
Sunlight gobbles up unfinished faces of the moon
Storms inhale fragments of sunbows.
Out of exploding ephemeral stardust broken beauty
As galaxies toss and turn creating quasars
Like waves sculpt eroding sands
In the orbit of perpetual opening ceremonies -
A journey into morphing excellence of golden seams.
And love grows to bloom then scatter rosehips
Into time’s silken wrinkles
Star born magma bows with gratitude
For unexplored shapes crafted on new shores
Where only eternity lasts forever.
Do you know,
You can melt your shoes?
I bet your mother never told you that!
So, I will tell you now,
Rubber melts when held to the fire.
The fire gobbles up the shoes into a puddle that is flat,
Then you'll have to explain,
Why you need a new pair.
Again!
Your sister throws one of your shoes away,
Says it stinks,
Needs to go away!
My dog comes trotting by,
My shoe in his mouth,
To hide nearby!
The shoestrings broke,
On my left shoe.
Don't have any more that are new and blue.
So, mom has heard it all,
And walks with me down the hall.
Opening my closet door wide,
We both take a look,
At what's inside.
A pile of shoes,
Side to side,
Not any match with some too wide.
All of them have been slightly worn,
None of them are torn.
Still have good wear.
Mom says," You have plenty of shoes, pull out two that fit!
For the summer at least,
You need to make do!"
"When school starts in the fall,
We will start with a new pair of shoes."
So now I have learned how to make do.
Taking a shoe and boot out of the closet,
I fit one to the left,
And one to the right.
I wonder how long this pair will last?
Before they take flight!
Let’s have some chocolate, he says.
His eyes are big, brown, searching, they capture my soul and hold it hostage.
He is four.
He means my chocolate.
He had already eaten his.
I am glad to share.
I love him.
He gobbles it down hard, his big brown’s searching my face, expecting me to reach some of it back.
I smile reassuringly, stop eating, hand him the last piece I had saved for myself.
He reaches for it, fingers smeared with chocolate.
Face happy.
I smile.
Suddenly an epiphany.
Now I know why his mother at eight handed her money to strange children
At arcades, preferring to watch them play, rather than to play herself.
There is so much more in giving
Than in being given.
I revel in his young delight as his chocolate-y teeth grin at me. He has chocolate on his cheek.
I realize I love himself even more now, as I grin back at him.
He has taught me a lesson I should have learned years ago.
Grandsons.
Nothing better.
Every since he ate the dung bug, on his face appeared the balls
From eye whole down to his bottom he was covered with them all
But I ain’t seen nothing like him in any amphibious hall
That wet, chameleon kindred sure has some mean pimples
He stands looking at you, trying to seem really mean
Feeling kind of bumpy, never can stay clean
He lays body a twicth’n, trying not to fall
That wet, chameleon kindred sure has some mean pimples
He’s a pimpled lizard, walks with a twist
A pimpled lizard’s living in the mist
How do you think he cures it, I don’t know
What is covering his hood?
Bugs give him satisfaction, loves the buzzes and the smells
Eats lightning bugs a flashing, swats them with his tail
Always has a good day, head can tilt and all
That wet, chameleon kindred sure has some mean pimples
He can eat like a sow, an amphibious eating champ
His tongue he can flick, faster than you can clap your hand
He’s unusual and able, he can eat any pest
The zookeeper dumps them in, he gobbles them up with zest
He’s got crazy sticky fingers, he can even use them all
That wet, chameleon kindred sure has some mean pimples
He’s a pimpled lizard, walks with a twist
A pimpled lizard’s living in the mist
He’s a pimpled lizard, he’s got a million pores
A pimpled lizard, an ugly pimpled lord
He’s gory lord, He’s gory lord
I thought I saw his belly now shaking
But it’s just a new pimple on his skin, his skin, his skin
For John Heck's contest
A really, really, really bad parody of Elton John's, "Pinball Wizard"
Guess I shouldn't have eaten those mushrooms
It’s Halloween and Winnie the Witch
flies on her broomstick with O’Bramovitch
mid-flight puss acquires a nasty twitch
both his nostrils flare, he begins to itch
his pitiful me-ow rises to fever pitch
shame cat's aren't fitted with an on off switch!
A Halloween black cat, folk may say is kitsch
poor Bram needs help, Winnie flies to Ipswich
landing at the home of a vet named Mitch
Mitch quickly mashes up some roasted flitch
Bram gobbles it all up without any hitch
he says his twitch and itch were just a glitch
Alas, Bram’s pre-flight meal - a Beluga sandwich
was the tasty snack which gave Bram a stitch
Mitch declares that cat caviar is far far too rich
so this Halloween treat Win will now have to ditch
Bram’s irate, caterwauling that Winnie’s a snitch
hissing all the flight back to their home in Bloxwich
Halloween Monorhyme Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
10/26/21
A fire burning is a sight so mesmerizing
Especially when lauded it is with words
Enouncing of how great that power which
Rules over us all is!
Flames, being made to represent our own God
Are that which captivates my attention
At all times!
The magic with which they are imbibed,
Potent enough to hold the keys to allow us
Entries into portals where life is said to be fairer
And the power with which they sneer at us,
Tempting us to dip our little fingers in their essence
Makes of them that which shall never be conquered
Neither by me nor by any of my peers
For fires are that which have been created
To remind us all
Of how small we shall remain, faced
With the magnitude of the mystery that hovers
Above our heads!
Fire hold enough potency to absorb in our sins,
Or our promises to be better versions of ourselves,
Or even,
Our choice of life partner,
And of course, in the end,
It is that which gobbles us our remains
When our body feels that it has accomplished its duty
In this world!
A fire, dancing arrogantly, boasting of its hold over us,
Is as beautiful as is the sight
Of the calm ocean sprawled for kilometres on end
Meeting the skies at that point which bluffs our minds
And our vision!
They are airy light and crispy feel and look like cork, a yummy treat
Buffalo lungs my three dogs love to eat
A midday snack they gobble them down
A stranger dog treat could it be found
Sassy grabs hers runs and hides and gobbles it quick
The old boys sniff at theirs and give em a lick
Kublia settles down and begins to gnaw
lifts his head smacking his jaws
Genghis stares at it then lifts his head and growls
Watching to see anyone for his treat prowls
He sniffs it again laying down with the treat in his paws
Begins to chew the Buffalo lung licking the bits that fall
Sassy comes to Kublia whimpers and whines
for his treat she desires herself to dine
But for his treat she admits defeat
all of it did Kublia eat
She sneaks by Genghis who gives a warning yap
Watching her close in he does growl and snap
Sassy retreats and whines for she thinks the treat is mine
Genghis eats it all, so good he licks his paws
Dried Buffalo lungs a dog treat I never saw before
But for my dogs they are a snack for them a score
So reward your dogs with a crispy light piece of Buffalo lung
Small bag at Dollar Tree, order large from Amazon.
My auntie’s best friend Liselotte
Adores making sweet panna cotta
Auntie’s over the moon
Grabs an enormous spoon
Then greedily gobbles the lotta!
By piling sweet treats on her plate
Poor auntie starts putting on weight
She steps on the scales
Then curses and wails
Must diet before it's too late
Written by Jan Allison
Jan's Auntie has become quite a glutton
Feasting on panna cotta and mutton
Now her butt crack's exposed
I'm keeping my eyes closed
Zipper's broken, and she popped a button
She devoured the custard and the Chablis
She's drunk and ready to go Full Monty
Not trying to be rude
But her plump rump, nude
Would bring about nightmares to haunt me
Written by Lin Lane
1/10/20
Jan's huge auntie had a weakness for cheese
When offered seconds always said" yes please"
She was known as' big Nelly'
Because of her fat belly
And her large boobies hung down to her knees...
She went off with her friends to sunny Spain
But would have needed three seats on the plane
Although it was freezing cold
Nelly opted for the hold
On landing they had to use a large crane...
Written by Tom Cunningham
Jan's too full Auntie crashes on the bed
complaining her guts hurt from too much bread
she lands with a loud pop
expelling gas nonstop
and yelling that was a relief, she said
Jan's Uncle is so tired he wants to sleep
He enters the bedroom, the stench is deep
Auntie is passed out
snoring like a trout
He runs back onto the couch with a leap
Written by Tania Kitchin
She went straight back to see Liselotte
and ate MORE of that thick panacotta!
But she’s full of regret
for right now she’s beset
by a quiver that’s making her totter.
The doctor explained. “If you gobble
too much of that stuff, then you’re nobbled!
You can run, you can sweat
off the calories - yet
you will NEVER get rid of the wobble!”
WRITTEN BY NINA PARMENTER