Long Litter Poems
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Leaves are falling everywhere and each of them has something profound to share
They cover the entire ground as the angels’ moves discretely around examining
Every vein, stem and pores that transport water to heaven. Fall comes once a year,
creating litter in the street and stirring up the heat.
Fall is lingering in the breeze filling the earth with urgency and speed, I examine the
Rise and setting of the sun and there are several businesses that are currently undone.
The rose bud had been there from my youth, and the children need a new pair of shoe
There is still no food in the pantry, and every household is facing a growing economy
Inflation is screaming at the backdoor and the interest rate is asking for more.
Fall is upon us and winter is walking around in boots getting ready to step on your
Shoes; it parades up and down the road spreading music in the street as the people
are moving back and forth in the tumultuous heat.
The cactus blooms every, one hundred years for it has something special to share,
and when it blooms the reindeer always shows up at noon.
You mingle every day in nature, searching for your lost lover. You search from morning
till night and only the footprint in the mud tells you that it will not return anytime soon
it is resting somewhere in paradise.
Fall is upon us and winter is waiting on the bus. The driver is holding the steering wheel
and a crowd has descended upon the scene and surround the bus with a violent zeal.
They demand that winter get off the bus and take refuge on top of the hill and wait for the
Universe to be still.
I took a stroll on top of the mountains to converse with the heavens,
everything was clear that there was enormous suffering happening, above and beyond the
Hemisphere, and there was nothing that you and I could do about it for the universe was
selling hot dogs for profit. It is this time of the year when things are winding down and
my “bow” is looking to buy a new home.
Fall is upon us and I cannot find anyone that I can trust, it’s time to get on the bus.
A park in downtown
Where the children play
A park for many events
Canada's Day celebrations
Christmas lights festivals
All through the park
A statue of Queen Elizabeth
Stands tall in this park
Many people come here
For lighting of the tree
Sing Christmas carols
A pond where the swans
The geese and other birds
Come to swim and cool off
Yet not at this time
It is tent city
These people camped here
They throw the garbage
Into the big pond
No swimming for swans
These people litter the park
The swans and geese
have nowhere to swim
These people are staying there
Until the month of November
They have nowhere to go
He promises to care to the extreme,
If I'd drink from His never-drying stream—
That I need no coin to purchase or strive,
For He said I was made to glow and thrive.
As time slithers, wants litter front and rear,
And hope keeps fading with each passing year.
He says I need not labour hard for bread,
Yet my field yields little—my soul starved, unfed.
But how can my feet reach that stream to drink,
When they are feeble, my soul on the brink?
Who feeds my lack when I've no means to pay?
Who'll ease my toil as my faith drifts astray?
Even the mountains have no mouth to sing—
From whence, then, comes the comfort their songs bring?
The hands of the trees are withered and still;
Their claps haven’t silenced the whispering hill.
How can I purge this doubt from my belief,
When I've sought the Lord in bloom and in grief?
I've called His name, but silence greets my cry—
His mercy seems to flee the more I try.
Are His thoughts too divine to match with mine,
And His ways beyond what I can define?
Or must I take long waiting as my fate,
Though even my bones have no strength to wait?
Yet nothing He pledges fails to come true—
On this firm ground, my hope is born anew.
Though frailty lingers and my strength is slight,
Grace rushes in—my dawn replaces night.
This story is better
Then the Lady and the Tramp
It’s a doggy tale revamp
Maxi and Twiggy
Used to patrol the streets of Atlantis
Yep these two were the baddest
A bit more bad ass
Not your ordinary mutts
This is story of glory and guts
Nothing went past these two
Unnoticed and without an
occasional bark or snarl
Your ankles weren’t also spared
The postman got his share
Of your daily dose of neighbourhood watchdogs
One day something happened
Twiggy was fighting with Emily’s big dog
She was trying to protect her litter of puppies
Even if it meant she would lose
Her life or pride
It was her pride she lost
Her puppies were safe
But I noticed something strange
Twiggy was never the same
the fight she lost was too much
It is almost like she went insane
After that I never saw her again
Maxi lost her best friend…
Form:
"Fall seven times and stand up eight"
From birth till death
Life is a challenge, until the last breath.
Every move,every step is uncertain
At times,life seems like a burden.
We plan for the best to achieve
But,fate may lead us to deceive.
The path may not be easy for all
Some are lucky,but others need to crawl.
"Fall seven times and stand up eight"
To reach the goal,you need to fight.
A failure is not the end of life
Discouragement is just a rife.
Standing up every time and trying again
Symbolizes, how spirit and courage regain.
Every fall,every time teaches what to learn
To achieve success, one has to be stern.
Life is a struggle, full of risks and pain
We have to suffer,strive... to finally gain.
He,who has the courage to dare and shine
Faces all battles, stands strong and fine.
The one who is success keen
Is sure to climb all hurdles and win.
"Spread and split like litter,
still gather courage to glitter".
I'll ask you kindly, if you'll please!
Don't tell a soul, my odd disgrace!
Without a doubt, it is my shame...
I cannot tame, my tangled mane!
Did you know....my wayward hair does not play fair?
It's almost more than I can bear!
Well, now you know, my strangest woe
My locks will grow two feet a night!
An awful plight,.... this frightful sight
is not a joke, no laughing matter!
And if I stuff it, in a hat.....
it looks like rats have raised a litter!
Unless I tuck it in my hat...
the cat attacks, jumps up my back
and digs it's claws into the thatch!
It isn't easy, to detach, she makes her bed
and sleeps the night upon my head!
It weighs a ton....and it's no fun
to keep my head upon my shoulders!
By afternoon my neck gets sore
it must be cut each day by 4:00
to keep from sweeping up the floor!
Such a chore...that I abhor!
I can't ignore my tangled locks
that strangle ankles and my socks!
And then I trip....and then I fall
and that's not all......
but must' not bore you any more...!
Keep my secret, if you please!!
It isn't easy being me !!!
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Make one's self scarce when that cage
suddenly appears and before they
splash that sticky mess that to our
fur adheres..
Learn how to get attention when no
one seems to listen by increasing the
volume and stay persistent..
When offered unsavory courses
just let them sit and spoil,
until they make better choices or
refrigerate in foil..
Show appreciation from time to time
by rubbing on their calves with your behind..
Master opening doors with out reaching the handle.
It should be number two in this cat instruction manual.
Always keep a neat appearance.
Don't make a litter mess.
Have patience with your people and your life will be blessed.
Before they silence my voice
Under jackboots and bone crushing dogs
I must set fort before dusk
As I am shielded
By his gore
And crafted like Daniel
In the lions den
And Jonah in the whales gut
I must scurry to ventilate
With my traducers
At the gate
Because they engage nocturnally
I shall not look for a black goat
At the witching hour
I discern they loathe me
And my kind
They hiss, gnash their canine
When they hear my strange name
They curse the day
I was sculptured
They question why
My palms, sole are snow
While my soul case nocturnal?
Their revered face, soul case is snow, innocuous
But entrails insidious
As a welders fork
Forty friend's, fiends, foe and counting
Looking for a straw
In hay sack
Sneaking, feigning, meandering;
They huff, puff,
Sniffle, shuffle and snizzle,
Insidiously, frantically, scamper
For a Judas
To bell the cat, dog
How do you bell a cat, dog,
With nine lives?
They mob, sop, smother you
Like ants swam honey
Then,
Forget that like amoeba
Your outer layer
Is a cyst
Which immune your entrails
From vultures insidious fangs
Alas,
Spider's web, bobby traps, mines litter around
But,
A tortoise never gets
Enmeshed in a spider's web,
Big Ben never irretrievably hushed
Or a monkey ambushed
Trailing a snakes shadow
This jaunt is not for the faint-hearted
I have journeyed forty days, nights
In the lions den
In my arsenal is locusts and wild honey
My traducers eyes are crossed;
They are hard at hearing
Their necks are stiff,
They love gold, silver
More than good name
I shall ventilate
What their fore fathers
Did to prophets before me;
Chastising them with whips, scorpion
And because they denied me honor,
I must shake my dust off
Their door posts.
It's early autumn no rain for several months
long grass in the paddocks becomes tinder dry
Fires are burning closely to produce a pall of heavy smoke
which is hanging thickly, low down in the sky
Today a raging eighty kilometre per hour dry wind
is blowing from the north
The fires are moving closer
makes one think what life is really worth
Temperature is close to forty celsius degrees
low humidity hovers at around almost six per cent
The smell of acrid smoke
alerts the olfactory scent
Nightfall has arrived now there's an eerie glow
encircling all of us will it come to hound ?
The wind adds to the drama
as it makes a roaring sound
Mother decides it's time to make a move, seek safety
abandon the old farm family home
We pile into the car. on a tractor track up a long steep hill to a paddock recently been ploughed
we move into the middle of this chosen safety zone
The fire burns in forest litter lying down below
and also high up in each and every leaf
We watch in awe these flames that spread so rapidly
at a speed almost way beyond belief
The glow from forest flames
almost reaches daytime bright
The embers in oily eucalypt foliage
with stored energy rapidly ignite
Wind alone is not the only spreading catalyst
Hawks gather burning sticks to drop ahead of the main fire
Stirs up hordes of insects
as the food which they desire
There is often blame put upon the greenies
for the ignition of these wildfires
Big fires in Victoria in nineteen thirty nine
well before the greenies as scapegoats did arise
Many of these fires deliberately lit, even firemen
charged with arson, being caught in this wilful act
Fires floods hurricanes tsunamis volcanoes
all a part of nature which has a huge impact
Collaboration with Marcello Eans
Why are you all bound and determined to destroy me?
What have I done to you that makes you hate me so much?
I’ve given you life and provided for you families.
You’ve done nothing in return but ruin what you’ve touched.
Timber – and my limbs fall, leaves will wither.
Paper bags & adult mags, end result is litter.
Trash & filthy waste, landfill in my face.
Trees, an endangered species you can never replace.
Forever you’re chasing wildlife for game, not need.
Carcasses scattered abroad, they get shot & bleed.
Prodigal sons, generation of wasteful people.
Ungrateful & insecure, you alter your facial features.
I don’t feel the least bit guilty for causing earthquakes,
Or, from the mountaintops, raining down fire and ash.
I watch with a grin as you all try to claim your stake
And find a safe place where you hope to avoid my wrath.
Tsunamis that misplace mommies, families divide.
Airborne sicknesses and death hide in mudslides.
The pains of hurricanes, reminiscent of Genesis
Wipeout the lifestyles of the wicked & innocent.
Just as man is never satisfied, destruction isn’t either.
These disasters consume life to make you believers
In that you reap what you sow in this life of lust.
Return from whence you came, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.