Long Sly Poems
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Sly red fox sneaking around
The master's great estate
Watching and waiting for one
To open the gate to the crate
That housed a hen that was a ten
She was fat and sleek with plenty to eat
Rested, refreshed with leisure complete
That sly ole fox found a spot
Hidden from view so he thought
He watched as the master
Opened the crate door letting
The fat hen come out and explore
So that's how to get at that hen
I'll dress up and just pretend
That I am the master of the estate
Then I'll just open the gate
I'll get that hen that is a ten
And for lunch I'll invite her in
But in the pot of stew she will go
She'll make dumplings for me to show
If I could choose a form most grand,
A creature of a noble brand,
My secret wish, a silent plea,
Would lead me a smart cat to be.
A cat of humour, quick and sly,
With mischief glinting in my eye,
To my shrewd master, wise and bold,
Scented stories I would unfold.
I would purr a cute rumbling sound
As wisdom on each whiskered mound,
A gentle nudge, a velvet paw,
To pat my master soft and low.
I would leap on the highest shelf,
A king unto myself, by myself
And survey all with knowing eyes
Above my master`s lovely ties.
I'd greet him with a gentle rub
Expecting that he would not snub
And with soft head butt on his knee
Then curl up in his lap, quite free.
I'd teach him patience, slow and deep,
The talent of secrets to keep,
The quiet joy of watching birds,
Beyond the reach of human words.
I won`t wait for my master`s cue
To chase mice, old as well as new,
And with a flick of my striped tail,
I’d ensure my spirit doesn`t fail.
I'd practice my best funny face
Embracing every charming grace,
A wide-eyed stare, a goofy yawn
From dusk until the break of dawn.
I`d let my fantasy take flight
To charm my master, day and night,
A cat of laughter, wise and kind,
The truest solace one can find.
SLY FOX - Dramatic verse, Epic and Deep.
Dramatic verse? How surprising coming from the SLY FOX Drama Queen.
Epic and deep? Well, excuse me
but you have me confused with somebody else entirely.
I'm about as deep as PD's so called poetry.
So listen good and listen hard to me my little SLY FOX Drama Queen pretty.
Go stick your SLY FOX head on the body of a donkey
so that all who then see you will truly see you as
what you truly are. A Royal Pain In The Ass!
Yeah, again I know this isn't the correct form
Feel free to disqualify me.
I just happened to be rambling along
and thought I'd stop for a quick slam on PD.
This isn't for PD's contest,
but I'm entering it anyway because I'm her nemesis and pest.
*TheKidsterWasHere*
You know what I'm saying,
Those games you keep playing,
A dangerous domino effect you keep laying,
Tell yourself best intention,
Keep the peace, so don't mention,
A little further, you travel from redemption,
Can be dark or be white,
A lady in the night,
Either way, we know it ain't right.
Whatever the motive you feel,
This one truth is always real,
"I just wanna keep an even keel."
This is confronting to hear,
What you may lose is your fear,
Bend the truth to keep what you hold most dear,
Not omitted or a lie,
Justify till you cry,
Don't deny, your actions are sly.
As the fox knocked persistently at the gate,
To save his hide ‘fore it’s too late,
The chicken guarding, stood his ground,
For the fox was sneaky he had found.
‘I’m sorry’ the chicken said out loud,
‘I guard this pen to which I’m vowed,
To keep predators like you at bay
No matter what you do or say!’
‘But I will die’ the fox replied,
Though I understand you must abide.
The hounds will maul me, kill me dead
Yet it could easily be you instead.’
‘For the hounds might break down this door,
In a rush to see me on the floor,
Rip you apart limb by limb,
A prospect that is pretty grim.’
The bugle sound was nearing fast,
The fox not having long to last.
But the chicken feared his comrades hide
So the foxes wish he did abide.
With several chickens in his mouth,
The fox left swiftly heading south.
Peculiarly towards the sound
Of the bugle now becoming loud.
The bugler played the hunt cry theme,
As the fox arrived at the scene.
Yet he was not in the least afraid
For the chickens trust he had betrayed.
A bugle placed upon the ground
Saw a vixen happy to be found.
She’d played the horn with all her might
In the silence of that evening night.
Would that love’s touch return on the morrow
ease the coldness of such separation
soft kisses adrift on sunsets aglow
reflect the light of iced desperation.
Temptress or tyrant - lover’s decision
hot tempered vixen – cool, distant player
love in the distance - lust in rescission
hornswoggled by smooth, fast talking soothsayer.
Spring, you sly fox, you two timing cheat
melting the frozen, fueling sun’s blaze
announcing the offspring before lover’s meet
writing love letters in wordless essays.
Sadly the lovers cannot comprehend
Spring’s but a means – to a flowering end.
©2/27/2018
Submitted to – Spring Is In The Air – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Emile Pinet
I shy away from the laughter
They laugh at me
They too
Have fallen through
Since calling sometimes
We look at each other
And we laugh our Father's did so the same
What annoyings
We keep on going
Madness is the rain
But in the new world and then a new day
And in the new heaven and a new Earth
What were the madness Proclaim
For there will be forever happiness no tears to stain
The corner of your eye your pupil remains enraised
We are always waiting for someone to give us fun
But God has given us His only begotten son
See how Restless we can be
When we celebrate in our own Jubilee
So in the sadness
Being braced
On Madness and the laughter
We cry with tears coverings of our face
One thing left hand is numb
When we go to heaven we have a new life
After for we have grown
No need for laughter
no need for Tears
no more fears
all we have left is cheers
for the Heavenly Ever After
1/10/20
Written word by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Let it be known that Arthur Sly
Was caught red handed and sentenced to die
For he trespassed and stole fine things
Like loaves of bread, diamonds, and rings
This urchin of Satan horded all
And the others to answer his call
This gangsters hideout was well concealed
Till we tortured his mates to seal the deal
No matter how slight he might be in years
His mind is best amongst his peers
To rid us of this Haynes threat
Let him be hung by the neck!
The date is uncertain of this jest
My magistrates motives are blotchy at best
He says there is more and wishes to show
Her majesties guest at the ball in snow
Nazriel Rising Small World Ace
She was as pretty as ever on this night
With me smitten to bits with her aura
As we met on our usual pickup location
Nazriel that one who so compliments me
We were on an official business briefing
One of Epic proportions with intricacies
This time the operation was offshores
With me providing intel logistic n liaison
We had to discuss the mission details
The coppers got wind of our operation...
And they being on standby we went on unabated
We were taking out a notorious terror cell
Deep in the suburban’s of Kismayu
The Operation had the green light of our CO
Yet... Something felt off call it an 8th sense...
A key word “conscription” kept clopping up
We were not decided... yet the die was cast
Swiftly we had to act and neutralize the enemy
Thus Operation ...Sly Jackal. was initialized
With Controlled Outcomes a key prerogative
Nazriel bid me goodbye with a kiss...
As I approached the coppers car on standby...
With me leaning on their window and by way of greeting
“What can I get you this time officers...?”
I can get you a couple of stinger missile at the right price
But are you sure you can afford… they eyed me calmly
Not betraying an iota of emotion... the rest transpired in silence.
To be continued… #Acode254_Pmc_LuisMi008
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smashing! there she goes swaying her strut in red stilettos
with a lady gaga ’do, vamp gear and rockin’ diva blues…
"hottie P.D." that’s what she’s called.. ready to prance at
her latest night call, another gig for chilling a dish
at the flaming la vida loca bar: strictly for exclusive members
only, she ain’t on the list… hmmm,
sly fox down to two altoids and twenty bucks in her leased
armani tote. you guessed it right! she bats her long lashes
at the bomber’s gate; swooshes past the queue
using victoria’s secret model’s gait… what a RAAWWR!
surveying the lair, the sly destroyer skips no beat---
there’s her catch, a dumb-- looking frog, a sort of
prince dude. time for the bait, ready to down tons of martini,
tequila, whatever she won’t regret... ooh my, the vixen
slants a tyra pose caressing her mane smoothie smooth.
dumb frog approaches his " prey"--- that’s what’s lurking
on dude’s snail brain…” foxy lady, you beat the tar out of me!”.
PD coos,“ big boy, you better show me punk cuz i settle
for nothin’ less than a big score.”
flashing his platinum card on the deck, sly fox rattles off drinks
on top of the heap. whoa, a little bit of sweet talking and fast touching,
sly destroyer goes for the kill..“ an uptown throb you are,
smokin’ hon-- you care to bring your babe home in your
limo ,bimbo?” and frog croaks, “ wait babe, will bring it on!”
with another long wink, her last crime…hahaha, from PD’s
devilish voodoo blink, all she needed was a fancy hitch big time home.
sly destroyer whams it again! but wait.. frog is gone for friggin
30 minutes… turns out, the platinum card expired and stolen. drat!…
who’s the sly destroyer.. and who’s the flaky loser?
( just for fun!)
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