Long Hamster Poems
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running,
and running,
and running
on a spinning wheel
like an indefatigable hamster;
persisting...
on and on
as dawn creeps into
dusk's front door
and makes a backyard exit,
a dyed-in-the-wool workaholic
can barely move a limb
after slaving through
his graveyard shift.
he's finally home early morning;
body and spirit, exhausted.
with a cold brew in his hand,
he leans back
on his comfortable recliner
and takes a big gulp...
a h h h h ! ! !
temporary freedom
from back-breaking work
never tasted
so refreshing!!
he's earned his right
to be blissfully idle
throughout the day.
he's got hours of sleep
to catch up on!
Sammy had a little pet it was a little bat
He had a friend who had a cat and one who had a rat
A parrot or a hamster or a little sausage dog
might have been a better pet, perhaps even a frog
For bats don’t purr and bats don’t bark or even parrot-speak
but even in the dead of night his bat won’t even squeak
He thought his bat should have a name, the name he chose was Dennis
For when his mom tripped over it she said it was a menace
So now his bat has got a name and mummy helped him pick it
Then Sammy took his bat outside and used it to play cricket
9 October 2021
Contest: Nursery Rhyme
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Adopted animals love their humans;
show it in many ways.
The tiniest pet,
revels in the harmony of its time,
with family.
Dinky was a special hamster;
she lived a year beyond the normal life span.
I carried her around in my pocket and she loved the ride.
Her head, peeking out, evoked curious comments
from all who glimpsed her.
She searched for me, when I was at school;
her knack for escaping the cage,
kept me searching for her in the afternoons.
I often found her, in my chest of drawers.
Of course, I found it odd,
but hamsters are four-legged, Houdini’s…
Dinky was the best.
One cold winter night, as I lay in slumber,
That tiny traveler made her way from,
one end of the house, to my bedroom.
I lay there, on that frosty eve,
dreaming that I was outside in the rain;
the chilling raindrops, dancing upon my arm.
In a moment of lucidity,
Reality hit; those raindrops were tiny paws!
I reached, grasped and in the shimmering moonlit rays,
I stared into the eyes of my new bed buddy.
A twitchy nose said it all…
”I found you!”
I moved her cage close by my bedside;
future escapes faded into history.
My left sock filed taxes on a Tuesday frog,
while a cabbage sang opera to a confused log.
The moon ate a stapler with mustard delight,
then borrowed a canoe from the darkness of light.
I purchased a banana for seventeen clouds,
but the receipt was allergic to yodeling crowds.
A rhinoceros teacup performed ballet cheese,
and a watermelon sneezed in seven languages.
My toaster proposed to a decorative brick,
their wedding was speedy, suspiciously quick.
The minister hamster wore cinnamon pants,
while unicycling ferrets performed tribal dances.
At midnight a turnip became Vice President,
its policies largely were soup-oriented.
It promised free waffles for every raccoon,
and declared every Thursday a ceremonial spoon.
The end is approaching, or maybe a chair.
A penguin just shampooed the national air.
I leave you this wisdom, profound as a sock:
If potatoes can whisper,
then gravy can rock.
Fin.
Or asparagus.
The Slide Ruler
As regulations rule this world from outside in and my time slowly
seeps away on this planet’s realm I gaze in awe at that once modern
instrument of calculation that dangles from the ceiling lamp in my
~ Study ~
In forward looking nostalgia my memories ambivalent a reminder of
words scripted on paper in fountain pen and blotting paper absorbing
the logic never understood derived from square rooted calculus’s incisive
~ Precision ~
I failed the examination maybe my hands were too clumsy or my mind
too entangled in quests of a different kind of looming poet trees
in onward advances flooding naive crafting knitting dreams and emotional
~ Liberation ~
I tried to run away and on track right by the start of a marathon
real and timed in a fast moving obsession I discovered my ruler sliding
into my fingers for a Euro in red plastic casing with figures organizing
~ Incomprehension ~
Metaphorical and analogue to a desire to escape from the dogma of science
eschewing the unquestioned paradigm of only one truth and one answer
only as well as the modern compulsion with bits and apps it reminds me of
~ Signposts ~
Trivial directives which lead me away and beyond of what can be counted
calculated in the hamster wheeling rat race of pretending to know
exactly what is an illusion in any case plastic or iron cased in
~ Rationalization ~
Nevertheless and because of what I could not understand with a
slide ruler and the pretence of computer colonized minds around me
I cherish not simply for all time’s sake that comprehension results from
~ Fragmentation ~
And thus found the whole kit and caboodle the complementation of
polarity synthesized opposites complemented diversity celebrated in the
festival of life and the living with brick a brack completing the meaning of
~ Life ~
24th October 2016
Old Jewelry Or Just Old Things Contest
One must imagine Sisyphus’s
boulder, marble-sized these days
And Ozymandias’ plaque,
spinning despair into praise
Look on, ye hypocrites,
and sneer at my undoing
Your universe is a giant sandpit,
entropy accruing
Their legacies long crumbled,
eroded by rust
Gods built the wrong way,
on scaffolds of dust
Virtue or vice register
equally the same
Except between stars,
there’s space for one more grain
Down here, we clock in daily,
stack hours like prayer
Worship strong Wi-Fi,
evangelize on thin air
Imagine heavenly echoes,
because the silence isn’t fair
Some develop connection,
others a thousand-yard stare
Our Earth splits naturally,
along seismic lines
Greenwich claims centre stage,
only for the meantime
Sisyphus, still aching,
gets an epidural at last
But only in hindsight,
for his hump blocks the past
Redrawn are our own lines,
watchtowers in the sand
Sketching new borders,
carving up the promised land
Exhume ancient treasure,
and black, viscous stuff
Addicted to all things buried,
as if our dead weren’t enough
Still we write blindly,
tracing glyphs already faded
Helps lift the mood
when depressed and jaded
Gods stand on shaky ground,
myth holds them together
In schisms that bind billions,
then sever forever
Oh, look on—ye poet
Sisyphus now rolls his eyes
He’s seen the apps, wars,
hoodies, and cable ties
His hamster wheel’s a meme
for gods who merely try
Small wonder he mutters,
at least Ozymandias gets to die
And sometimes I pray to gods,
or maybe their ghosts
About versions of me
I’ve been missing the most
They don’t directly answer,
but do leave this guess
In the end, to keep on rolling
may be my passing success
By David Kavanagh
A rock for you, mountain for me
Why am I defeated so easily
I put on my pants one leg at a time
That's where there lives an invisible line
Marking the difference between you and I
Explaining my crawl as you fly high
Looking down from your castle
You view me a hassle
I try and try
Excuses run dry
My race is over before it begins
Victoriously, you meet me at the end
Still pep in your step, energy to spare
A turtle minus a shell, I feel so bare
If only I could slow my train of thought
Perhaps I could achieve the life I've sought
But my wheels keep on turning
Wasted energy, I'm burning
Thinking and thinking
Steadily sinking
I start feeling better when I take a pill
Mind thinking clearer, but thinking still
When will I upgrade from thought to action
The cause comes easy, but where's the reaction
Bounteous ideas floating around
The problem, I find, is pinning one down
My mind can chisel the perfect creation
Birthed and deceased in my imagination
A woman with a brain, packed full of intellect
Mouse hovering the button, can't click select
Day in and day out
Goals die and new ones sprout
Nothing is better to excite
Than a new vision when it ignites
But then I notice how my life is compacted
And easily I become too distracted
I try solving the fraction in my mind
Soon realizing, I'm out of time
Another fresh start, I didn't see finish
Perhaps over night, I will replenish
I've realized the truth and admit how it stung
A gritty feel and bitter taste tattooed on my tongue
I'm merely a hamster, the world my wheel
Making no way, but running still
Aside from transparency there's
nothing clearer than
words at their best
We're consumed by most of
what we see
& digest everything
religiously
The belly of the beast is
full of enmity
because of its emptiness
even though it feeds
ferociously
The atrocities we witness
at its behest are
nothing short of animalistic
which only feeds our
animosity
Oh the hypocrisy we endure
in order to secure
our place on the hamster
wheel
The rat race leaves us all
reeling in the end
& left wondering
if any of it was ever
real to begin with
Ironically this marathon
we call life
no matter how tiring
& treacherous
benefits us greatly
in the long run
It began before you'd
even begun
to consciously realize
where you were
or had come from
If nothing else take the
exercise & lessons
in stride
without running
from beasts
posing as sheep
Don't let the wool be
pulled over your eyes
as there's enough
blind being
led to the slaughter
We're all sons & daughters
of the most high so
hold onto your faith
even in faithless times
These faceless rhymes are
not only a sign of
the times but also
a message from him
to read the signs before
your eyes
just thinking … that emotion is the new reason
unadulterated feeling removed from the brink of
a showcase of intuition relieved and narrated by
the heart at the threshold of sentiment and passion
conscience on the royal road to magic sensations
when the hyena of analysis morphs into a dolphin
a unicorn pokes the terrified bubble of the mind
and driftwood flies to the tune of a universal soul
recycled trash dissolves the mental heap of tips
of an iceberg polar bears and penguins transcend
madness as cure for insanity and crazy bedlam
if you discard the straightjacket of conjecture
refute the shackles prise open trapdoor’s springs
refuse to mediate between prescriptions and levitation
encourage the sleeping giant to rise to the challenge
stop to engage with a dangerous theatre of rationale
when bells and whistles chime and synapses jingle
and an inner pied piper heals the rat race of cogitation
the cogs of internal hamster wheels come off the trolley
spin on an axis of intuition and alite from just thinking
30th December 2020
Wait a minute, is it already Christmas again
Seems I just took down the lights and the tree
Is there no rest for the downtrodden and weary
This season sometimes takes the Merry Gentleman out of me
So I load up the sleigh with the dog and the kids
The old beat up station wagon I drive
On the hunt for this years perfect tree
We'll be lucky if we make it back home alive
As we jingle all the way to the local tree farm
Six kids and a dog singing at the top of their lungs
With only twelve days left before Christmas
My Ho, Ho, Ho, is already long gone
Picking the best tree out within our budget
My wife says Charlie Brown would be proud
I ask smarty pants Mrs. Santa what she meant by that
She'd rather not say with the little elves around
Before an argument even ensues
I've lost the battle before I hit the front line
You wonder how I'm so confident of that
The same thing happened last year at this time
As I struggle to get the tree off the roof of my jalopy
While Jack the dog in the frost is nipping at my toes
I fall to the ground with visions of sugar plums dancing in my head
Waking up to the dogs frozen tongue stuck up my nose
Finally with the tree set up in the front parlor
I notice it leans bad to one side
Taking my chainsaw to alleviate the problem
The gas fumes kill my kids parakeet out right
With Hobby Lobby open late for the holidays
I was able to purchase the product I need
Working late into the wee morning hours
I did a good job shellacking the parakeet
I'm not sure that my kids even noticed
Or brought up the question what for
But they sure like the shinny new ornament
Hanging next to the hamster that disappeared the year before
Well, I survived another preparing for Christmas
As subconsciously I'm being led
To wrap myself in last years present "The Snuggie"
And dream of those sugar plums dancing in my head