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An armadillo leaned on a fence,
too wilted to muster a proper defense.
His cowboy hat slouched
like a biscuit overbrowned,
his dignity having long since left town.
The relentless sun blazed down with cheer,
roasting the pasture for the fifteenth month this year.
Grasshoppers staggered.
Mesquite trees panted.
Even the buzzards looked disenchanted.
The dillo squinted west and sighed,
I reckon I'm medium-well inside.
One more degree
and y'all will see
roadside jerky where I used to be."
A bead of sweat rolled down his snout.
He watched it fall. He watched it sizzle.
"Autumn," he grumbled,
"has missed her exit.
She's probably lost near Abilene."
The fence post offered little aid.
The shade was merely shade-adjacent.
He tipped one claw
to his hat and said,
"If anybody spots October,
tell it I'm awaitin'."
on the lush carpet
I explored his lips and kissed him with lust
and he responded- to ravage my mouth
we were lost in ecstasy . . .
I panted his name and he whispered mine
until
we swirled higher and higher above the clouds
like birds in a wind current
then falling
falling . . .
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June 4, 2020
Poetry/Free Verse/carpet interlude
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1258-111-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Some Kind of Sensual
sponsor, Nette Onclaud, 45 words
First Place
There was a fountain in an African desert.
Long ago it ceased to exist for the tropical heat,
But its subterranean canals were intact;
And one day, when the earth was hot indeed,
The dry surface of the ground panted like a mare.
There came a storm, a tempestuous storm and rain,
Which drenched the thirsty trees, and rejuvenated
That geyser fountain, gushing forth above the ground
Like a vigorous jet of hot water to satiate the soil,
Again and again, for it was suppressed for long.
An earthquake shook the plates under it,
Aftershocks poured in— violent tremors, which
Continued to shake the ground up and down
Until the fountain gathered more strength, and flowed
To disappear into a holy cave of enormous pleasure.
From there arose a new being, a fresh new being.
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11/11/2019
Her sharp nail cut away the muscle from the bone
Each tormented scream of his was heard by her and him alone
He panted between screams and shouted, “Do you know who your father is?”
“It was the medicine man and I’m his son, you brother, please”
“I… know,” she whispered, “Now catch your breath, I want you alert,”
“Because this is where things are going to really hurt.”
The pain he felt from the boiling water sent him into a blackness so thick
A blackness he could feel against his skin that made him sick
At least the pain was gone, he thought he was dead
Until he heard her voice echo in his head
"Come back, come back to reality," it said
He heard whimpering and cries
From the demons cowering with “I’m glad it’s you,” teary fire red eyes
Just before, he was dragged back to consciousness
That moment he would dell on as a painless heavenly bliss
His nose was filled with the stench of his own flesh
He threw up at the sight of his bloody chest
The excruciating pain reminded him of reality afresh
This time he lay there, he was not alone
There were a thousand of his tormented tribesmen and she was sitting on a throne
Next to her was an eagle and a bear riddled with maggots to the bone
They were in the land of the gods, a hell he would call his new home
The village lies desolate, a village that once thrived full cheer
It took one little mistake which imprisoned with fear
And one by one they began to disappear
This is the story I was told by a man
Who hides in the town begging for food, when ever he can
I don’t know where he goes or where he has been
But since last month he disappeard… never to be seen
** Sorry P.D I didn't know how to end it but there is your Coyote**
I was walking down a Vermont road
to stretch my legs and blow off stress,
stone walls flanked the hard, brown dirt,
half-obscured by dead leaves and grass.
When a fast rustling caught my ear,
I turned my eyes left to see,
exploding over the rock wall
came a flustered, frantic turkey.
He sprinted hard on spindly legs,
and it noud gulps gasped for breath,
then crossed the road and disappeared,
the cause for it not revealed yet.
Then suddenly, from the same place,
a majestic buck leapt in,
blowing hard, half-exhausted,
but the stag kept up the sprint.
Had he sent the turkey running?
This I thought as he bounded clear,
then I asked what had spooked him,
started the running of this deer?
Just them a large, robust black bear
streaked hectically onto the ground,
I froze in fear at this bruin,
he must’ve weighed three hundred pounds!
But this bear didn’t notice me,
he panted hard and was afraid,
followed the buck into the woods,
what could cause this panicked race?
Suddenly a sprinting hunter
dashed out onto the dirt road,
big rifle there in his hands,
a threat that smart animals know.
But he kept running, half-shaking,
giving me not even a glance,
what, I say, could put to flight
a fully grown, well-armed man?
Next, in a burst of braying,
came the hunter’s big draft horse,
his shoulders taller than I stand,
weighing two thousand pounds of more.
He was sweating profusely,
charging on with a heavy gait,
taking off after the hunter,
into the woods to make his escape.
I stood stunned and wondered
what could this all be about?
Then scurrying onto the road
came a tiny, harmless mouse.
If sniffed a bit, then disappeared
underneath some dead, brown leaves.
Had this rodent triggered the horse,
and started this whole crazy scene?
I just rolled my eyes at it,
Then kept walking on my way,
to think that such a tiny thing
could cause such a strange cascade…
Outside the four cafes, four dogs awaited their caffeine crazed owners. Sniffing different street signs, taking inventory of who’d already been there. Four dog “owners” exited the cafés. A tall blonde, possibly bleached, retrieved the dog and haughtily gazed at the “other” cafes and dogs. A slightly rumpled donut muncher hurriedly hustled away with a slightly rumpled mutt. A lithe and limber, skin tight yoga panted Latte carrier, glided away. The dog, nose high, sniffed nothing. A rather large flannel shirt exited café number four, the dog nuzzled its owner. It’s reward, a hearty greeting and vigorous petting.
Shortly thereafter they all met at the dog park, the dogs that is. The owners took their places. One sat silently engrossed in a book. One talked loudly into a cell phone. One primped and posed while taking “selfies”. One watched and laughed at the antics of the dogs.
As they left the dog park the cups told a story. One was left on a bench, one tossed on the ground, one rinsed and filled with water so the dog might have a drink, and one placed in the recycle barrel.
John G. Lawless
©3/3/2023
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Leaping with joy into a tall pile of soft, fluffy snow,
He snorted and panted, and flashed a broad smile,
Surprised and delighted with the bone chilling cold,
That couldn’t penetrate his thick, curly coat.
He lay for a moment, catching his breath,
As if trying to decide what to do next.
Rolling onto his back, long legs flailing the air,
He twisted happily, enjoying the chilly freedom there.
Then backwards he fell, rolling in gravity defying angles.
Leaving the white ground covered with glistening snow angels.
Finally exhausted from his frolicking antics,
He came to me happily with his body in wiggles.
Lifting his snow encrusted paws into my warm hands,
His beautiful brown eyes asked,
“What is this wonderful stuff? What is its name?”
I said, “Darling, this is snow, the treat of the season.
Enjoy it now, as much as you can.
In just a few hours it will soon fade away,
Melting your snow angels and returning grass again.”
he panted heavily
muscles twitching in his naked body
running frenzied, without looking back,
he shouted, “He is after me.... my life”
a rip roaring cry....!
the traffic halted
pedestrians stopped
people from shops came out
women through curtained windows peeped
children stopped their play
“so drunk”.... a man murmured
“A crack”.... someone shouted
“coming right after an orgy”
sneered, an oldie...
“pity on him...! Take him to an asylum”
one gentleman suggested.
he needs help, majority opined
‘nab this plague’, the moral police quipped
what is he running from...?
an assailant....?
corona virus....?
his own phantom...?
two sane men staying,
at a corner wondered.
they had masks on their face
“must be a health worker”..!
one of them said...
“yes, the subtle nuances of a cracked mind”
the other agreed!
as the scene on the road,
had grown into a high voltage drama,
dissensions grew and multiplied!
March.10. 2023
~Placed Second~
Cracked Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Anthony Biaanco
He prowl very still across
the calm merky waters
I can see him and he can
see me with his big yellow
eyes his pupils are lime
green slowly he crawls not
even shooing the cranes
from off his back he crawls
past the woodstorck perching
on one leg the tall Cypress
trees seems to sway as the
moisture dampens the earth
it's July already Christmas
trees are ready to be cut and
shipped off in time for the
Christmas season I love this
time of year although the heat
covers the swamp not a breeze
in sight the female alligators
panted all night laying eggs
upon the drift wood herons
flying high as egrets feast
on snakes the sun peeks in
around noon as the alligators
approached the grass sun
bathing watching the golfers
tee off sipping brandy in all
this heat commotion beckons
someone fishing just lost a limb
my mind wanders the nature
of this prehistoric giant unseen
until prey invade his space again
chomp bones breaking cracking
like branches the lake swells wails
screeching lots of feathers the
deer rush through the forest just
keep moving continue on stop your
squawking and keep on walking
Written by Mrs Yolanda Joy Nicholsen