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When Santa Claus came down my chimney, I thought he was a robber.
I grabbed my baseball bat and old Saint Nick got clobbered.
Santa had some compound fractures and he kept saying ouch.
I made his deliveries while he laid on my couch.
I climbed on my roof and got in his sled.
When I told the reindeers to fly, Prancer kicked me in the head.
I delivered the presents all around the world.
Because of me, there were a lot of happy boys and girls.
The next year I asked Santa for a new bowling ball because I love to bowl.
But when I checked my stocking, I saw that the fatso gave me a block of coal.
Form:
She picked up a rose
A red sweet smelling rose
Smelled it once
Looked at it once
Then started breaking it
The first petal went down
With he loves me
The second with he loves me not
And then one more and more and more
With every petal
The rose said ‘ouch’
And a drop of blood
Fell on the ground
She went on plucking
Not seeing or feeling anything
Then the last petal fell
With he loves me not
There remained only
A small heart in her palm
She looked down at it
For only a moment
And crushed it between her palms
Threw it on the ground
And walked away
And there lay the dead rose
Pale and crushed
Dying because she wanted to know
Whether he loves her or not.
Form:
The paper sack left on the floor
has come to life. It’s haunted. Look!
It’s growling and gyrating now—
gone wild. It’s time somebody took
control. Aha! I’ve got ya now,
my little kitties in the sack.
I’ll get your lunch now, Pat and Pete.
Okay, I’ll let you ride my back.
Ouch! Watch the claws. They really hurt.
I’ll put thick blankets on my lap.
Then you can be so comfy but
won’t draw blood. Soon we’ll take our nap.
You’re fighting for the bouncy ball.
Sometimes you’re an aggressive pair;
but, after all, you’re little ones.
Sometimes my human kids won’t share!
Don’t climb the curtains, Pat. Oh, Pete,
you’ve overturned the water dish.
I see what y’all are staring at.
You can’t get to the kids’ goldfish!
You’re so much like the kids when they
were small—just into everything.
When they get home from school, we five
will have ourselves a happy fling.
Within you and me lies a most powerful tonic She is far more than an ouch of prevention
He is far more that a pound of cure from a pharmacy It is an antidote for any ailment regardless of source
It is a sure treatment for both maltreatment and mistreatment It is a healing application that is stronger than some other misapplications
It is a soothing salve divinely prescribed with specific intentions It is a healer that need not wait for anyone's medical diagnosis
It's like a garment made to fit anyone without regards to the malfunction It is always well received with gratitude and welcomed with a smile
It is a sincere compliment, a hidden cure, set, cemented, and sealed, longing to be delivered into the heart and soul of mankind.
10252017 PS
Time, night, and sleep, I could not tell,
For down on the bathroom tiles, I fell
I hit my head but not so bad,
My hand, my muse screeched “are you mad,
What have you done”, confused, in pain
I looked, down at our hand, a monster
Glared at me, broken, swollen, angry and red,
“Wake up first don’t sleepwalk from bed,”
Hubby rushed for he heard me scream,
Called our son for this needed two, a family team
Dressed and wrapped me up, my hand, cried,
“Careful ouch" my muse sadly said,
"Its three degrees outside, a cold winter night”
I was in shock do not remember all, I got a fright,
Carefully I was bundled in the car and taken
To our nearest Emergency Department.
X -Ray’s on the double, diagnosis broken wrist.
My muse was still muttering, did you say something,
Asked the doc about pain,
There will be an injection soon,
No, I hastily replied, I merely said it looks like rain.
I had an injection on my bum,
The following morning an injection to succumb,
To the anesthetic at 7.30 am.
The photo hubby took of me shows I have no pain,
In my snazzy theater gown, which are always so plain.
10 days later stitches out, my baby elephant tattoo,
I noticed surprisingly was joined up like a puzzle by,
The greatest Orthopedic Surgeon I have ever,
known, heard of, or seen.
I am typing with my broken wrist, have a guard I wear.
Oh I’m “sorry, so sorry” said a little voice,
“I’m your, Muse we're one, I know,
You have the same pain as I,
Do you believe me as I look into your eye”
We both got a shock,
Walk mindfully is my motto,
Hey, I ditto,
You on that,
I’ll warn you and you warn me,
And together from danger we’ll
Always be free.
Here she comes. You’ll see.
The room got quiet.
Yes, she was an unknown girl.
Her knockers were not only enormous
They were practically loose.
The women did not seem to notice.
Grandma was stirring up a big pot of spaghetti.
My mother, the Den mother, was chopping salads.
There were eight of us boys, and we were twelve.
We were eaters.
The girl was unknown to us.
But we were fascinated.
We had never seen them out in the open like that.
We began to giggle.
She turned and they knocked a lamp off.
“No worries!” Grandma said. “Just pick it back up.”
As she was picking it up, she said “ouch!”
Because they were slapped up against it.
“Loosen your grip,” Danny one of my friends said.
She did, and it worked.
She came over to thank him and hit him in the eye with one of them.
He jumped up and ran out screaming.
He had never been hit like that before.
All that bragging about his experience.
Grandma turned and looked at the unknown.
“Go get more clothes on!” she ordered her.
Taking away our fun.
Apparently she is my cousin.
Who knew?
When closed are mine eyes
I can see only those butterflies
Surrounding me and my prince
Ouch, a wake up back does wince!
A great man, all white in beard
All acclaimed and well feared
He speaks with the sound of thunder
And glares at the sight of blunder
Should you ever wonder
Who is mine own wonder
Why? He is in my heart
Kept as a secret sweetheart
That one great man, so well known
For him, I shall go to those ways still unknown
Someone I cannot name
For so great is his fame
Such a man do I admire
As my own identical peer
Such a man I shall dance with
Even if to have a dance shall have me in grieve
A tango, a waltz or even a slow
Whichever style the melody will flow
In him I shall lose my stricture
And bear with his own pleasure!
Gimme your best shot
Why the hell not
And let the both of us
Play an unfriendly game
Of pick up Camel
Straw's and stick's
And the winner
Is or will be decided
By whomever
Break's as many backs
As either you or I
Or at very least
Failing that
Gets the most backs up
And being it's a Camel
It sure as hell
Has to be at very least
More than the very minimum of 2
Otherwise what's the use
We may just as well
Play
Water
V
Sand
And see who eventually makes it
Out of the desert
Full of sand
Onto beach sand
And then we can quibble
And compare
Sand
V
Sand
As we die of thirst
As neither of us
Can drink or survive
On salt water
Proving the point
The only thing 2 stupid people
Will ever agree on
Is when
And after
That are both
Dead
The other may have in fact had
A valid point
But saying and admitting that
Got your nose out of joint
So ouch so
You had to ram home your point
I was in yoga class,
in the middle of Salutation To The Sun;
and in the moment, I imagined an hourglass,
drip, dripping- then words came in my head one by one;
and I was putting them together till a line I had spun.
We had moved on to Swan,
oh, such a lovely poise but I was syllable counting;
I was there in class but from reality I was withdrawn,
words kept drifting in my head- in words I was drowning;
we were doing the Cosmic Dancer- ouch pain was mounting.
My lines became more lines,
then we did Camel and Bridge- and a poem was in motion;
I was trying to keep the words within my mind's confines,
and finally we had moved to meditation and I was full of emotion;
my poem and I were floating in the deep blue pacific ocean.
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August 4, 2017
Quintain(English)/In The Moment
Copyright Protected, ID 926890
Written for the contest, English Quintain
sponsor, Sara Kendrick
Eleventh Place
My Cat
I'd like to introduce my cat
She's sleeping on that fluffy mat
She's dreaming dreams I reckon that
Involve a mouse and getting fat.
When she wakes and wants to play
Which happens once or thrice each day
She purrs when tickled under chin
Then sinks her claws into my skin.
She rubs herself against my leg
A call for food for she won't beg
Something tasty from a pouch
Not from a can, claws out, ouch
And she won't scratch her scratching post
She seems to like our carpet most
And when she's settled on the couch
There she stays or... claws out, ouch
She has a nice pink tray to do
Essentials like a pee or poo
She does her thing here everyday
Then flicks the litter miles away
She can be such a loving cat
She likes a stroke or gentle pat
She's playful if she gets her way
Or else she's spiteful... like today