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Is this just a curse that follows me around?
For I’m only five years old, three feet off the ground,
Playing inside or out, I get the sniffles bad,
I wish this was a nose I never had!
I sniffle all day, as the green slime grows,
Where it comes from? Nobody knows.
I wipe the snot on my right shirt sleeve,
It gives me somewhat of a temporary reprieve.
My mum wipes my nose with a man size tissue,
Pinching my nose hard, as if it’s a big issue.
‘Now play outside and be sure to wipe your nose!’
She says as the snot continually grows!
The slime forms on my lip, it’s sweet to taste,
Best that I lick it off, shouldn’t go to waste.
Will I ever get rid of this horrible grime?
Or will I always be saddled with this yucky slime.
Like a frowsy, dowdy
old housewife
I sit largely
unnoticed
stout and squat
a sort of kitchen sentry
rarely appreciated
until some minor crisis-
Cough, sniffle, stomachache
a particularly bad day
or fancy party...
then things heat up
quickly for me!
This was one of those
fancy party days
no cause to celebrate
for me!
Grueling stove-top swelter
I take it all in stride
despite the pressure
never boiling over
(I still have my pride...)
But when it gets me
really steamed
I drop polite hints
the best I can
in ladylike whispers
until I simply
can take no more-
and my shrill, piercing screams
draw attention, but fast!
It never lasts...
So she perches there
on pointy tippy-toes
in all her perky, snooty primness
silently snarky and subtle
sneakily taking credit
for all my hard work!
And as the luncheon ladies
Oooh and Aaah
“What wonderful tea!”
she points her delicate
snobby little spout
even higher with pride
But, one of these days
she'll regret it-
that snooty sassy-pot...
for I'm a tough
old stainless broad
and I'll chip her china, yet!
...And while I'll be careful
to make it seem
ever-so-casual
(like an accident)
she'll know deep down
it's really her long overdue
and well deserved
comeuppance!
Lying in the meadow on a long afternoon
I press soft against you and start to spoon,
but the lump at the base of your spine has now grown
(vestigial tail , I guess) presses hard against my places unknown,
so rolling you over and with gentle caress,
your yellow scaled elbow, I adore, I confess,
I trace the large bump on the end of your nose.
I just love the coarse hair and, how subtly it glows.
You sniffle so sweetly, as never ending it runs,
as of lipstick, thick mucous coats your lips, and you have need for none.
So I lie next to you, of your beauty I want more,
admiring your features, almost all I adore ...only one I abhor.
So, though shallow I feel, it saddens me greatly to know I must leave you
for the one thing I hate, I'm sorry my dear but your eyes are just too blue!
03/22/16
***Crazy Menagerie***
I definitely bit off more than I could chew,
when I came a-running to my friend's rescue
He said it was no big deal, a real snooze actually
to just please, please look after his cutie menagerie
He said everything was pretty much self-explanatory
just feel at home, and relax...he sure was being sneaky!
I thought the word "menagerie" was just an exaggeration,
but goodness me, I almost fainted when I was greeted by a python!
He just lay there by the foyer, quite snug as a bug on the rug
So I carefully stepped over it, and planned to make tea for my mug
I headed to the kitchen, when I heard something go squeak! squeak!
What was that? I wondered, then I let out a bloodcurdling shriek!
It flew right over my head, yikes, another one got me all panicky
My eyes bugged out as I realized that he had a couple of paniki*!!
I went rushing out the kitchen and ran straight into an aquarium
No cool fishies here, just mousies out of equilibrium
They were jumping up and down now, trying to escape
when I heard a suspicious grunt, it sounded like an ape!!
I was so scared to search for it, but curiosity won out
So I opened doors and cabinets, when I ran smack into a snout!
Ewwwww, I just realized that I just kissed an ugly pig!
I then remembered he kept one to go on truffle digs!
He said he had a cat though? Where were the common pets?
Ah, there it is; here, kitty, kitty, when I saw it was a ferret!
It was doing this weird dance, it hopped then bumped into me
I wigged out, then stepped right on the tail of that poor kitty!!
It lunged at me and I fell back onto aquarium glass
of course it had to teeter totter and I was too late, alas!!
It just hit the marble floor, then I heard that sickening crash
Mousies all over me!!! Shook my head till I got whiplash
The cat was now scratching me, I was screaming 'till my throat was sore,
This was a total nightmare, that snake was blocking that damn door!!
My eyes were like leaking faucets, I had thick tears, I didn't know?
When I wiped off my cheeks, I found out it was icky guano!!
Boohoo, sniffle, snuffle--am I never getting out of here?!?
Dang Chris says he'll be back in a week, will just drown myself in beer.
* paniki=bats
** for Sharon's Pet-sit Panics contest
Before they silence my voice
Under jackboots and bone crushing dogs
I must set fort before dusk
As I am shielded
By his gore
And crafted like Daniel
In the lions den
And Jonah in the whales gut
I must scurry to ventilate
With my traducers
At the gate
Because they engage nocturnally
I shall not look for a black goat
At the witching hour
I discern they loathe me
And my kind
They hiss, gnash their canine
When they hear my strange name
They curse the day
I was sculptured
They question why
My palms, sole are snow
While my soul case nocturnal?
Their revered face, soul case is snow, innocuous
But entrails insidious
As a welders fork
Forty friend's, fiends, foe and counting
Looking for a straw
In hay sack
Sneaking, feigning, meandering;
They huff, puff,
Sniffle, shuffle and snizzle,
Insidiously, frantically, scamper
For a Judas
To bell the cat, dog
How do you bell a cat, dog,
With nine lives?
They mob, sop, smother you
Like ants swam honey
Then,
Forget that like amoeba
Your outer layer
Is a cyst
Which immune your entrails
From vultures insidious fangs
Alas,
Spider's web, bobby traps, mines litter around
But,
A tortoise never gets
Enmeshed in a spider's web,
Big Ben never irretrievably hushed
Or a monkey ambushed
Trailing a snakes shadow
This jaunt is not for the faint-hearted
I have journeyed forty days, nights
In the lions den
In my arsenal is locusts and wild honey
My traducers eyes are crossed;
They are hard at hearing
Their necks are stiff,
They love gold, silver
More than good name
I shall ventilate
What their fore fathers
Did to prophets before me;
Chastising them with whips, scorpion
And because they denied me honor,
I must shake my dust off
Their door posts.
I've a bit of a problem here...
in a higgledy-piggledy pickle
torn between housewifery
and creative muses fickle.
Scattered, shattered fragments
of odd ideas, dreams
lay about my den, disguised
not nearly what they seem!
Bits of whimsy, what-nots
all cluttering my desk
covered in thick pixie dust
my housekeeping grotesque.
Higgledy-piggledy hodgepodge
my convoluted mess
a sign of utter genius
(or else mental distress).
I'd planned to tidy up...
to toss a few things out
but as I gaze upon them
they sniffle, weep and pout.
To think that I'd discard them!
Those former hopes and whims
unborn poems, paintings
their destiny quite grim.
Delicately backing out-
I apologize with care
as they cold-shoulder, look away
with such dramatic flair!
And when my husband asks me
just what I've done all day
I simply shrug “not much”
not knowing what to say.
How could I ever mention
the lurking living things
inside my head, upon my desk
that gently pull my strings?
The odd creative forces
that captivate me thus
wildly penning amid my piles
while he remains nonplussed!
**********Concluding my Devils Holiday series.....**********
Moonlight?
Why only the moonlight?
I can withstand the sun, I can mingle with
my cattle, play their best friend.
Shred their hopes, their families dreams
of success..
Moonlight?
Why only the moonlight?
I must get my fill, do nothing but feast
during the dull, empty darkness.
Draw out my prey. Because I cannot enter,
unwanted..
Moonlight?
Why only the moonlight?
This curse, yes I mean curse
is not for what I intended.
Was I recommended?
I don't want this, remove this
I don't want this curse.
Who is that talking?
Shut up!!
A voice, low, is sternly worried.
Sounds like tears with a sniffle,
rippling through my answers
quieting this monster
inside....
Who is that talking?
Keep it up!!
I feel normal again,
I think my curse is lifted.
Flat teeth, no K9 vampirism
death dealer negativity
draining my will to live
No blood stained memories
I think this curse is lifted.
I really think th--------------
Sweat drenched pillows,
piss stained sheets.
There she was, my angel.
Staring at me..
It was a dream, I think..
Was it a dream?
What did it mean
I still see the images of all that were slain
My angel seems different
I smell my desire
flowing through her veins.....
8/18/09......Jared Pickett.......:JP}
Breath deep,
Close your eyes,
A grown man seldom cries.
Hold it in,
Bow your head,
Before first tear is shed.
Turn around,
Hide your face,
Find an isolated place.
Close the door,
Lock it fast,
Finally, alone at last.
Break down,
Let it out,
Begin with a long shuddering, inward sniffle,
Somehow triggering the nose to run,
As if the tears we're bound to fall.
Open your eyes in pain,
Let the floodgates flow,
Breaths stuttering in and out,
As you begin to ball.
First a whimper,
Moving to a heave,
Then a drawn out moan,
Ending with a gutteral howl.
Pause for a moment,
take your time,
When ready, open the door,
Walk down the hall,
As if nothing happened at all.
10/05/17
When a pregnant woman gets on a bus,
Be the first to give her your seat.
When you see an old lady on a busy corner,
Help her across the street.
When someone's carrying a stack of books,
Open the door for him.
When your colleague starts to sniffle and sneeze,
Bring him a tissue; don't ignore him.
When you see a car stalled by the roadside,
Do you pull over to help?
Or do you hit the gas and accelerate?
When your best friend needs a sympathetic ear,
Do you try your best to commiserate?
--Or do you hem and haw, then pontificate?
When the shopper in front of you's short by a dime,
Do you whip one out of your pocket?
--Or do you give him a hard time?
Small acts of kindness cost next-to-nothing;
--The blessings and thanks begotten
Are really something.
Creeping creepily so softly in the dark
A sniffle, a yearning formed deep in the heart.
Is that you grief?
Are you there?
The heaviness feels heavy as it forms in the air.
It creeps so creepily as it is creeping
where there is room
Joy is drained wherever it goes
If only I knew.
You're here.
I feel you.
Grief, is that you?
It seeps into all corners
The lead role, as if on cue.
Tears race into nothing
Creep creeping down my cheeks
A pain so paralyzing, keeps me still and weak.
Creep creep
Creep creep
It is here and here to stay
I go on, I live
It creeps on another day.
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