Long Hare Poems
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The Perceived
When Joe Biden the American president
walking up to the steps of his plane
fell stumbled and fell several times
possibly because his aged legs didn't
lift high enough on the ladder rungs
Unwittingly, this mishap might have had
had a bleak effect on the onlookers
and he was seen as an elderly man, not
in good physical form
Sometimes, what we see comes true
He has, after four years, shown the world
he is mentally up to his cargo.
What we perceive, say, a physical act
can be a forerunner of things to come
When Jimmy Carter was president
when participating in a local marathon
attacked by a wild hare and people
came to see him as a weak president
which he was, although he was a nice
person, little political savvy
He worked hard trying to free the
American hostages when the Iranian
Revolutionary Guard stormed the US
Embassy, alas they were not set free
before Ronald Reagan became president
so he, the blessed man, got the glory
We have the lamented Gerald Ford
who became president when Nixon left
and remembered for pardoning Nixon
which I think was the right thing to do
Otherwise, Gerald Ford, was seen as a fool
His wife became famous for the posh clinic
she ran helping alcoholics
With tender heart we live alone
Void of noise and stress
Two miles each day we walk for health
My doctor seems impressed
Sporadically we change our view
And travel to the park
To watch the timid critters play
Stirring my listless heart
When one day, along the way
We startled a feeding hare
The frightened bunny jumped to run
Which caught us unprepared
My tender heart began to bark
Excited and alert
He caught that bunny awkwardly
To steal a dance in the dirt
The accosted bunny kicked and screamed
Sounding like a child
My tender heart let it go
Wagged his tail and smiled
Daniel Turner
Waiting for trains used to be our great fun,
And added much joys for us cute children;
One hour, they announced, hours long continued,
With games after games, our wits got renewed...!
Hours prolonged; games, like us, got very tired,
We felt as though, by journey, we were hired;
No waiting rooms; no least village lounges;
We slept on platforms and did much scrounge...!
Whenever we could hear a long whistle,
Our hairs stood puzzled like hare hairs bristle;
No time to know time as sleep got brim-filled,
Travelling by dream-trains, we got well-thrilled...!
When 'Khaki-clad' woke us up frequently,
We kept squeezing our eyes not so gently;
We were like toys of china, they did feel,
Our life-trains, to them, we did not conceal...!
When, ultimately, the train did arrive,
Elders woke us; our spirits could not thrive;
Sleep, seemed our gloriously gifted gift,
Not to be lost for mere train benefit...!
We woke, in the morning; alas, did find,
For sleeping there long, we're heavily fined;
Our voyage, as started, seemed did not end,
Trains of travels, yet, in mind, did get blend...!
16 March 2022
Gingerbread man's life was one of hard knocks
Cus that cookie was captured by a fox
Although he ran very fast
He was eaten as repast
Like the three bears feasted on Goldilocks
Peter Pan had an island of lost boys
Promising them games and lots of fun toys
Purchased from an "Adult" store
Leather was what the boys wore
It's a naughty fetish Peter enjoys
Humpty Dumpty was sad; down in the dumps
When he was caught wearing stiletto pumps
That's why he climbed the brick fence
and shouted, "It's false pretense!"
Was called a 'girly girl' by bullying chumps
Maiden Rapunzel had long golden hair
Spurned all men. 'Twas as if she didn't care
But each night when it was dark
In her window climbed Beau Clark
With ardent lover, Rapunzel lay bare
The tale about Little Red Riding Hood
Tells that to her grandmother, she was good
With Wolf she was in cahoots
For months they'd been knocking boots
The love they shared was never understood
Alice fell in a hole, chasing a hare
Pink Cheshire cat smiled..."Enter if you dare"
Confused, first she shrunk then grew
It was a hullabaloo!
Her adventure gave her a frightful scare!
It has been written about Ol' King Cole
That he was quite a very merry soul
Always had the urge to pee
When ere played his fiddlers, three
Over his bladder, Cole had no control
Cinderella couldn't attend the ball
Because it was her wicked stepmom's call
So, she fed her poisoned rice
Fairy Godmother was nice
Dressed her up like a Princess Barbie doll
Eating her curds, sat Little Miss Muffet
On her very expensive silk tuffet
When along came a spider
Who wiggled down beside her
Asked, "Would you mind if I shared your buffet?"
The Three Little Pigs tale ended in shame
That's why they were never given a name
Big Bad Wolf outsmarted two
Then the third one, he ate, too
For blowing through brick, the wolf had a trick
Matlock the hare has a good life
He is alone now, he has lost his wife.
But his offspring are near, visiting each day.
He loves his evenings, when they are far away.
Matlock loves to sit in front of the fire.
Wearing his warm pajamas near Lincolnshire.
With baby kangaroo on his lap, they are both cozy.
The mantle’s candlesticks smell like a fresh new posy.
His pet rat named Egbert watches the basket for worms.
They come out in the evening, with a touch of a squirm.
A delicacy for him, he keeps the house clear of a cat.
This is the perfect place if you are a rabbit or a rat.
words 114
I ran than jumped high
into the upper atmosphere
like a young frisky
buck naked and bare
no matter weight of world
and personal woes oppressive,
yours truly shrugged,
(she loves you yea... yea... yea...
think Atlas) "faking" without care
free, able, ready, and
willing to dare
daubing metrical feet into stream
of consciousness (think)
metaphorical earthenware
placid figurative smooth as glassware
reflecting mine mien
mean disheveled hare
reed state of body,
mind and spirit long
acclimated, accompanied,
and accustomed
with mental, physical,
and spiritual malfunctions
ever since birth,
(or even in utero), where
biological mutations did interfere
easily availing self
as token "scapegoat
school kids did taunt and jeer
futilely screeching nonetheless
targeted and doomed killdeer
lamely seeking safety, albeit laughable
pencil necked geek longhair
donned as outdated "hippie"
lame excuse for cheesy mouseketeer
every day of younglife (mine) wanted
me "mommy dearest" near,
cuz yours truly
felt like kin outlier
one lonely human
being within alienation
forever seeking salvation
courtesy wing and prayer
ill fitting analogous to round hole
raised to accept unconventional
credo, gospel (according
to Matthew) mores as quare
figurative peg thus revere
ring boyhood, because
growing up scare
re: especially as
undersized withdrawn tear
huff eyed little lad.
-Reconnaissance-
The numbers are swallowed whole by contemplation.
Dest orlo ana...
Matadors ride the night with centaurs going full stallion. In the center drafted by a mellow bass of destruction.
Tech savvy as le knight, in thee lead suit. Shining like the radiation of a hare, running from a ravenous hawk.
Talk of a fellow twilight squaller shifted, take the batteries and lick the acid off the plate.
I hate thou reconnaissance, more than an extinct white rhino could imagine.
Focus on dreams and surpass the reserve. The black sheep will have his day to complete said experiment.
Talk is cheep, like a bird learning how to play the piano. Repetitive.
Say hi.
In divine school there is a boy who does blare
The horn of indiscipline all over the school bare
Met me very day when I furiously did glare;
Felt though sad and bad, moved a bit with prayer
I intended to sing for him to change without spare.
Kabir is that boy who was found on hostel stair -
Roaming and singing and running like a hare.
Moved by ‘No one is lift behind’ by me. “Beware!
You have to be careful.” I used to say at square.
Now is the time, when he has changed a lot by flair
Which he had in him – half known to him I swear.
Then was the naughty boy, one of the corsair –
Now is the sincere and calm though no so clever.
I know that in future he will be a successful bear
Who may forget me but I will never to such mare.
Written after re-reading the fable ‘the tortoise and the hare’ … I thought I would give the story a little updating!
A racehorse and an old donkey challenged one another to a race
‘I’m sure to win’ said the racehorse with a smirk upon her face
She said ‘Don’t bother lining up you stupid little ass
You should stay in the pasture, munching on the grass’
The old donkey gave the racehorse a knowing look
She’d met her sort before – one day she’ll write a book
They lined up at the starting line; the starter read some rules
The racehorse just ignored them saying ‘rules are just for fools’
So the racehorse shot off like a bullet being fired from a gun
Determined to win the race she thought she’d have some fun
Dashing far ahead of donkey she’d soon reach the winner’s sign
Donkey was trotting slowly; she was lagging so very far behind
Racehorse was so far in front she was convinced she’d win the race
But if she’d listened to all the rules she wouldn’t soon fall from grace
For the starter said that the last one past the post who would be the winner
So donkey stopped to munch some grass, as she wanted to eat some dinner
When donkey finally passed the finishing line she was really happy
Racehorse was crestfallen to lose the race, and she got very snappy
The moral of this story is first past the post doesn’t always win
And if you are a sore loser you’ll just have to take it on the chin!
12~07~16
Big secrets, in rose tinted glass,
the grandeur of life just a mirrow view apart.
A sweet fragrance of falsehood guards the heart,
Beauty is at the price of someone's dark.
There she is, looking through the façade,
the one they called foolish, the best observer at heart.
Sitting amongst the shiniest strokes, is an abstract,
Yet such blind is world, that no one can tell it apart.
The gossips float, running faster than the chased hare,
Soon the truth disappears, announcing arrival of the dark.
She walks, followed by the hustle of winds,
The room goes quiet, as the others dissipate.
Lightening strikes, fear shivers the candle flame,
Windows crackle, welcoming the stormy rain.
Clock chimes three, and she smiles in glee,
The loner of all is often the know it all, yet no one gains.
Storm of the night follows her in pursuit,
Confident she walks, indeed it's evil in beaut.
Curious wind whispers of the magical tree,
Talks of magestic & venomous fruit it yields.
Her eyes as fierce as red wine on fire,
The sadness of wretched heart flows out her veins,
Time haults,
slowly shadows hails the devil's name.
Tremors wreck the halls,
here comes the wretched rain,
Where once the childhood danced,
now only lies remorse and pain
She walks to welcome it all,
Remorse, deceit and curses overflow,
Accepting all the yin and yang,
Soon she becomes the eye of the storm.