Long Rat Poems
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This is the tale of a soul reaching out to others,
but receiving a cold shoulder wherever she goes.
Words and phrases
are misconstrued,
meanings attached
which cloud the issues
which she wishes
to address.
A passel
of jaded poets condescending;
who sear and cauterise
synapses
of intellect, and
in the
bud,
it’s
vim.
I
don’t
give
a
rat’s tail anymore.
Copyright © Suzette Richards | Year Posted 2019
REPOSTED 11 July 2021 with white space added between the lines.
POET'S NOTE: The expression with reference to a rat that I use in my shaped poem, could perhaps be related to a phrase ‘don't give a dead rat’ from Mark Twain’s The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn (1884).
‘The Mouse’s Tale’ (which was my inspiration for this concrete shape) is a shaped poem by Lewis Carroll which appears in his novel Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. Though no formal title for the poem is given in the text, the chapter title refers to ‘A Long Tale’ and the Mouse introduces it by saying, ‘Mine is a long and sad tale!’ As well as the contribution of typography to illustrate the intended pun in this title, artists later made the intention clear as well.
Interludes of a Night Rat
You can not plan out the day’s use of words.
You can not predict noon’s thoughts and moods.
You can not lasso in the interludes of reality
And press it here with the carnations
Destined for long life,
Pressed in the good book,
The big black book filled with violence and salvation.
You can not know the answers found in the twilight of now.
Know the reasons why life is a big test.
Know the questions never asked or seen beforehand.
The big test with no answer key.
You can not lasso in the interludes of reality.
You can not take time and sit on it
So it won’t get away.
But it does, my friends.
Like the night rat,
Time sneaks outside the house every night for
The bigger crumbs.
It’s comforting these days to look into the mirror
And see an old man ready for the voyage,
A final voyage beyond the noon’s thoughts and moods.
I sit in the still caressing of death.
I sit in the still cemetery
And I can hear the barn owl eating the night rat.
There was writing in the tiny town, where two legged rats I'd reckon were going round..Selling out a true blue man, alone
And outnumbered, same..Same old plan.'
Maybe an ex-copper lived nearby.' Anyways
A rat , As known to you and I.' Or maybe a
Few.? Quite sad stuff.' Yet now the hue and cry.' And all because he wanted his rights? he had, confronted with reason, and the judge, well he was in a plight ' judge peter
dunn, a real strange one.' And his awfully
Un-lawful actions, and his courthouse based henchmen.' Dezie claimed arrest of the 'judge?' And his crew, who were breaking many laws, must be what they often do.? Officials anger and axiety now
Knew no bounds, before Dezi got his court
Date, to Porepunkah the henchmen, chased him down, ten armed coppers, he
Took out three..One just wounded
Yet Dezi killed the other two..So what with
The rats, and dummys of the people.' Cov-idiots, thats keeping it simple ' I ask for peace, i hear a trickle.? And the killing of Dezi.' No wonder i'm busy.' Searching and
Finding, and making aware.' True
people we need you, come step up
And out of despair.!
In a tippy old house on a chilly hill slope
lived a stout lady, turning to seventy two.
She’d sit by the fireplace rocking in her quiver chair,
not knowing the beasty drama being played downstairs.
Two sneaky creatures, composing a fiddle-shifty pair,
a snoozy muffin black cat and a wiggly zipzap grey rat,
lived in the attic for ages in curiously peaceful zest,
danced wild doodling samba through the hushed nights.
The cat curled on her frayed mat for smarty catnap,
while the rat flipped-flopped doing acrobatic twists.
He’d wiggle in a flurry of zigzag gymnastic twirls,
snake all over the cat’s tail like a merry-go-round robot.
One napping afternoon when the lady sipped tea,
the cat lay flat purring slowly in a snoozy relaxed mood.
The rascal rat turned a brat and with a quick nibble
bit her tubby tail as if that was a juicy sausage roll.
The cat sprang up like a spring, screeched a shrill scream,
puffed her quivering whiskers and strutted through the air.
With a wiggle and wriggle she pounced swiftly
on the darting rogue rat to settle the score on her terms.
The rat, quick as zipzap, vanished in a split blink
through the tiny hole into the dark and murky tunnel.
The cat stomped and tramped with a gritty groan,
shoved in her over-sized head into the rat hole.
Poor kitty, her thrust to punish the rat fell flat,
her head got stuck in the teeny hide-out of the rat.
7/11/21
Never been the smoothest talker
Got to make the best of it before I need a walker
Had a lot or nothing to offer
Wasn't always worth the bother
4 days a week I work with and help doctors
Occasionally seeing Boxers
She got some knockers
Too many peeps are squawkers
I'm flying sky high inside a saucer
Above waters
With otters
Never been an imposter
Thought I had a chance and how quick I lost her
It's all been testing my dignity and honor
Never been a prince, always been a pauper
An endless battle to prosper
In the end it was or wasn't a shocker
The truth locked behind a locker
Or bouncing around like a ball in soccer
People being respectful or a stalker
In a world full of good intentions and slaughter
Some folks heroes and others monsters
Objects of value and sentiment behind a glass case
A giant rat race
Traveling slow or at a fast pace
Winding up in first or last place
Oh in that case
No wonder the sad face
This all left a bad taste
Good and bad days
Glass crutches in the ashtrays
While going in and out of a vast maze
It's much more than kind of
A big deal if you can't make your mind up
Before time's up
That's why the past and history is there to remind us
Sit around or get out and try stuff
That's for you to decide what
Find out you might hate or like much
If infinity has no end, then where did it all begin?
Opinions were given by...
Theories pondered and the proof has been under Investigation by...
The private eye that was named:
“Able Answer.”
This guy is a half empty glass from the full range of open thinking.
Pessimistically closed for business;
Able Answer is relieved by his polar opposite:
“Question Able.”
Ha-ha, I found you.
You dirty-
Rat-
You killed my—
D
R
E
A
M
S ... .
No racist rat is indeed above the law
Justice must be blind, fair, equal and raw
For all, in a democratic society
We are sick and tired of the hypocrisy
Where the poor are treated wrongfully or unfairly
And the rich get away absolutely scot-free
With odious crimes, with murder and theft
Many innocent people are put to death
In arbitrary, prejudicial and unusual fashion
And the obviously guilty ones are, in their mansion
Or their tower, enjoying life to the fullest
We yearn for the day, when no pests
Or no rat is seen or perceived to be above the law
We want justice to be blind, fair, equal, and raw
No, today is not the first day of spring
Or the first of April. Ring the bells, keep ringing.
Copyright © 4/4/2023, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
There lives a puppy named Weasel
She's almost big as a diesel
Artists paint her on their easel
She can be found digging up bones
Her heart is as wild as a deer
She's amazing - she's without fear
Her hair grows in spite of the shear
She eats so she may get gallstones
Her mind is stirred up by the cats
At night, she'll chase after the bats
I once caught her chasing the rats
She is spayed but still has hormones
Her time is spent near the river
Sometimes, she eats things like liver
Her soul is kind - she's a giver
On the web, she uses our phones
Her joy is found in hues of pink
She'll pick that one without a blink
If you pet her, she'll give a stink
Living with her gives me love tones
Her light falls soft on any heart
She's lovable, warm and so smart
Yet, she may smile, look up and fart
When she visits vets she gets cones
Her life has been one filled with hope
Mind, soul and spirit, she can cope
She is happy - won't ever mope
I promise, my heart, Weasel owns
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The wise bald old man was languishing in his chair
In front of his mud bunk, when his son sauntered in,
He cleared his throat, took a sip of burukutu
Googled his son sneakily:
WISE BALD OLD MAN: Son, did you see the fat rat in the room
Last night?
SON: Yes I did. What about it?
WISE BALD OLD MAN: Pray, what was it doing?
SON: Nibbling at brother's foot
WISE BALD OLD MAN: What did you do?
SON: Nothing Sir, just minding my comfort zone
WISE BALD OLD MAN: I see...What about the night before?
SON: Oh! The rat was Nibbling at my sister's foot
WISE BALD OLD MAN: I see...pray, what did you do?
SON: Me? Nothing sir. Just minding my business
WISE BALD OLD MAN: I see...Son, pray where does your brother sleep?
SON: Beside me; to my right
WISE BALD OLD MAN: I see... what about your sister?
SON: Beside me; to my left
WISE BALD OLD MAN: I see. So, you sleep in the middle?
SON: Yes sir.... My comfort zone
WISE BALD OLD MAN: I see. Son, do you see my feet?
SON: Yes sir. Why are they so sorry and soggy? How could you have let this happen old man?
WISE BALD OLD MAN: Son, I did nothing while the rat was Nibbling at my brother's foot... eh...you know, My comfort zone son!
SON: Your comfort zone sir? But...
WISE BALD OLD MAN: Son, I used to sleep in the middle like you. Well that's the way of the rat...We all have our ways.
There once was an old man from Thomaston
Who said old rats like cheese like young rats, son
~~My favorite shoes sport rat~~
~~Who eats chunk cheese where he sat~~
Constant reminder of old man with pun
(About a year before my father died at age 96,
we went to a funeral and a lady of about 38 to 43
years old escourted him from the family car to the
cemetery..The farther they walked the more he
leaned into her..My husband said something to him
about it..He said old rats like cheese just like young
rats..I found a pair of pj with shoes with the rat and
cheese..Always a reminder of my father..)