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Quote By Poet "Bears sleep all winter. Spring is their wake up call."
Winter is coming so we must hide, the warm days being gone is why we cried. Mommy bear said it is wintertime, the snow will start to climb. We need to go to bedtime, no more playtime. In Spring when we awake, we can go out and play at the lake. How about some fresh salmon steak, we will be hungry after our long sleep break. Spring will come as a new daybreak, in the green grass watch out for a snake. The flowers will be so pretty, like a new kitty. It is a pity, Mommy bear is not more witty.
Date Written: 1/23/2023
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Hedgehog, O hedgehog
dear spiny, meek and mousy poppet.
In England
where the tickly grass grows
greener
we galumph in our rubber boots
up to your little
Hobbit nests
beneath the thorny bushes
were you rests.
We the ever scampy
nippers
fill tin cups with wriggly worms
leave then there
by your dinky
mossy dells.
All the pricky hogs
come from near and nearer,
to snuff and gobble
by the brittle briery
and eat their wormy mush.
Our mucky paws clap
in gay and giggly glee
to see that munchy feast,
their piddly
licky
muzzles
chomping -
quite charming.
Adults say, 'we will catch a flea'
from their pin pointy pelts.
yet we shrug
our never minds, and
our don't cares,
even bring
one tiddly tyke home,
smuggling it up the stairs
to coddle
while we playtime
with some jolly good
fun....
Two metal T's with wire line in-between
a place to hang washed clothes that you cleaned
Wooden clothespin to pinch and hold
even unmentionables to the world you showed
The sunny sun and warm wind
would in no time dry all of them
Sheets and shirts smelled like spring
fresh and bright was everything
Hanging blankets across all lines
became tents and shade during kids playtime
Beating a rug so dust would fly
those simple days now goodbye
Colorful neon painted machine
dries your clothes after washed and clean
Somehow it's not like summers of long ago
or using wooden racks inside during days of cold
Like the sleeves of a shirt waving in the wind
the old clothesline has come to an end
My friend had to let her precious cat go,
Raz had come of questionable age;
no one could ever figure it out,
but no matter she was still loved from day one.
And given the name of Razmatazz,
fed the best of food and given toys;
(but rejected playtime) given a cozy warm place to sleep,
and when sick- a search for medicine began . . .
But, one day, Razmatazz was just not right,
she was not acting normal and was obviously real sick;
so, off to the vet and the decision was made,
to end the suffering of this beloved cat.
Raz placed her head on that always loving hand,
with courage, my friend gave her Razmatazz;
the ultimate gift of love,
she gave Razmatazz wings to fly.
The cost of loving is grieving !
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March 25, 2019
Poetry/Free Verse/For Andrea - Razmatazz
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1127-532-25
All rights Reserved, 2019, Constance La France
There was a child who ran wild
Who was born into fragments broken pieces styled
Locks without rocks book without fiction
Played cops robbers toys pulled with friction
He liked mud pies bean pies rock spot and trial sized chocolate bits with thick Caramel sooth sailing mixed
He liked climbing hills with Bill Bad cowboy and all his donkeys
Talk trash with no cash climb trees with monkeys
Play imaginary Dallas state star gazed would sunk see
Drowning toys tied with strings go home you monkey
The rock slide he rides Rushed hours to the thigh while mother called Tommy boy Back in the house as the sun went down
His clothes were literally drowned
Playtime debris chocolate on his knee
Every toy imaginary could be
Put up for another time eat carrots to tell time
Water was calling to wash off residue
Sheets set to a dial tone that told Tommy not to move
Deep sleep it would be end travels do sing
But covers pulled back and sang Tommy to sleep
The child was walking home from school
Almost running now,
The anticipated fun awaiting him at his door
The dog always knew ahead of time his coming
and would always be early at the door ,
tail wagging , tongue flapping,
The Mother always knew the time
and would let the dog out the door just minutes before.
The boy was just a few blocks away now smiling from ear to ear
Knowing playtime with Brit was almost near
Then,
A tire screaching, a deathly howl,
had stopped the boy in his tracks.
He could feel death in the air
He could feel a crushing hush settle on him
He broke into another run
He reached his house
to see the truck driver carrying his dead friend
He never knew a broken heart before that day
His mother swooped him up and tried to stop the screams
There seemed to be weeks of tears
The boy quit playing outside
and would only go out to throw stones at passing trucks
to suppress his anger
And one broken windshield later
He was not allowed near the roadway
A year had passed slowly
and the parents brought another dog
It was of the same breed
A valiant attempt to heal a six year old heart
But the memory of Brit remains to this day
Forever buried in the old mans heart
Right now the best heroes are the Paw Patrol.
Getting all their best toys is our biggest goal.
Rubble, Chase, Marshall, Rocky, Zuma & Sky.
Are the pups making Mr. Deansy a happy guy.
But don’t forget about the PJ Masks kids.
Wearing red, green and blue animal lids.
We’ve got Cat Boy, Gecko and Owlette.
Put the crew together and they’re all set.
At night the team is stopping lots of crime.
So boys and girls can sleep at bedtime.
From England we have Peppa Pig’s family.
Making us laugh and being very very silly.
Peppa has a funny brother named George.
This family has manners and doesn’t gorge.
Daddy Pig is very funny looking and polite.
Being good to Peppa and George at night.
Also from the UK we have Thomas the Train.
The toys are built from wood so they maintain.
The boys include Diesel, Percy and James.
Emily, Clarabel, Rebecca are the girl’s names.
TV and toy playtime for various generations.
Entertaining kids across a series of nations.
Wee Willie Winkie is a wayward child who's run amok.
He goes galivanting through town with his friend, Chuck
Sneaking out through the window almost every night
He's the leader of a local gang that rumbles for a fight
Willie's not the studious kind. He's flunking out of school
Skipping class, hiding out in the john, thinking he's cool
Chasing cats with baseball bats; that little dude is rude
He's more than a wee bit nasty and needs a new attitude
His poor mother doesn't know what to do with the boy
She sent him to stay with his dad, somewhere in Illinois
But he wound up in juvi and his dad wouldn't bail him out
All he wanted to give Willie was a fist packed with clout
The cops picked him up for threatening puppies with a stick
Willie laughed when his mother cried. Man, that kid is sick.
Someone suggested she should just put him up for adoption
But she just shook her head and said, "That's not an option!"
He spent a week grounded and said it was like school detention
What he needs is a kick in the butt as a means of intervention
Willie was warned that if he got into trouble one more time
He'd never have recess again, taken away would be his playtime
For a child who's eight years old, he never does what he's told
Ignores adult supervision and yells, "I will not be controlled!"
What does the future hold for delinquent, Wee Willie Winkie
Nothing good, that's for sure if he continues to be so stinky
(A COLLABORATION BY ROBERT JAMES LIGUORI AND NATASHA L SCRAGG)
It is in ponds, streams and rivers,
And also in lakes and oceans.
Sometimes it stands still,
But mostly it's in motion.
From the air, it will say hello,
From a dreary sky
Showering you with love.
No longer you'll be dry!
Nothing is more refreshing
Than a glass of this wonderful water;
Even without sugar, lemon, ice and bubbles,
For which you'd have to order.
Water slides or kayaking,
With water rolling over rocks.
Sometimes it's safe to engage,
Other times it's with feisty crocs!
The waves stir up emotion.
They impress us with their power,
Mighty, majestic and strong,
Their crash causes a foamy shower.
Water is also relaxing.
Think of that warm soak in the bath...
Water is used in playtime, for fun,
Squirting water at your friends - then you laugh!
Water is a force to be reckoned with -
Poetry in motion, as it were!
Its exotic reflection of the sky above,
One cannot help but stare!
Water can transform
Into solids and to gas...
Let's top up our water vessels.
To water, raise a glass!
Hey, Peyton, remember the time
When the snow was melted along with the rime?
When the sun was mild and the weather sublime?
We went out on picnic away from the dust and the grime.
We all took our hampers with fruit and some lime,
(I brought along some candy, bought out for a dime).
Momma packed some sandwiches with bacon which was prime,
And some very fine chutney of rosemary and thyme.
While my cousins and mom played charades and mime,
Off we both went for the grassy knoll to climb.
Our laughter peeled, tinkling like wood chime,
You were the prince, I was your heim.
Peyton, I remember that it was close to lunchtime,
I rode piggyback for no reason or rhyme.
You slipped of a sudden as you stepped on some slime,
We tumbled and rolled down the slippery 'cline.
I am sorry, dear Peyton, real sorry I 'm,
It was in fun, in those days of playtime.
I'd've done it again if there was another time,
For kid's to be prankish is never a crime!
(How's this for Mom's contest of Monorhyme?)
~25 May 2016~