Long Stalk Poems
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The Lord is on our side; once again He’ll stem the tide.
Enemy onslaught will subside. The Lord is on our side.
Our God is here; we’ll survive. Are you swallowed up alive?
Have you foes who stalk? connive? Our God is here; we’ll survive.
God saved Noah on the ark. He healed the Hebrews in the dark.
God led Jonah to the shore. He guided Peter to the door.
God kept Daniel in the den. He rescued Paul from angry men.
God spared David in the fray. He taught disciples how to pray.
At all God’s vict’ries, stand in awe; on ev’ry front, our God, voila.
Watch Him thwart Satan’s coup d’etat, And praise Him, Jehovah Shammah.
January 17, 2022
Concrete cracks between the visual impact that
Taking two legged creatures off to step
Night walkers stalk, boulevard bound, to town
Old man, head and cane bent in that direction
Taping solid sounds, hollow notes that don't return
Don't know where to go along the road in dark
Girls in short dresses march with stiletto heels
Break cement's silent night with curses
They turn the corner. Buildings stare at skirts
Bubble gum chews attract attention
Shoes and hearts pounding down into forever
The thoroughfare listens for young girls, who
Move slow, when there is no where else to go
The highway stands alone out there
Not closed for construction as suggested by the sign
The boulevard reflects on clouds dangling soft and low
Precipitation covers up relics in a wash of age
Legs fill in missing steps then walk away
Between the pavement calm
Curved lines remain the same
Hide solemnly in the rain unnamed,
She is forty-seven, but insists on being with our twenty-five-year-olds.
I have heard her in the office hallway begging to be invited to things.
I will bring a really good present if you invite me to your wedding.
I will buy a round of drinks if you let me come to your Friday night deal.
How did a person arrive at forty-seven and not have friends?
I am unsure why she is so needy, but she is in all of their social posts.
Throwing hatchets, on a sail boat, at their baby showers.
Her smile seems forced, but not as forced as the two next to her.
If they did not invite her, would she stalk them?
Wait outside their homes?
Follow their cars to the event?
Part of me says YES.
Democracy’s demons,
they follow and stalk
for every freedom
they strike like a hawk
The cost of liberty
its downside abides
to follow intrepid
with vengeance as guide
All men here are equal
to right and then wrong
pursuing their happiness
the short and the long
Hoping the majority
will rule most benign
many to suffer
from licensed decline
Nobility’s tenure
its reign has been long
but treachery threatens
the best of our song
Tomorrow in focus
the few and the brave
must suffer the arrows
that seek to enslave
And onward we struggle
to save what we can
as menacing trouble
within starts again
This fight more than worth it
the day is now late
America bleeding
—our future at stake
(The New Room: May, 2022)
The feral cats slip stealthy through the night,
their high beam eyes reflect the evening's light.
On padded feet they all stalk my town,
they scale the walls then slither down.
With senses sharp and whiskers tuned,
they all find their way through midnight gloom.
Down endless stairs and darkened way,
they all hunt for unsuspecting prey.
A solitary hunt these cats prefer,
for hidden rodents or sleeping birds.
Across grating, sidewalks and empty lots,
the next night's hunting plan they'll plot,
and then somewhere high where the moonlight seeps,
they will all wait until morning, when most will then sleep.
The stars shine brightest in darkest of night
the stars shine brightest in darkest of night
with morning comes the sun’s new light
with morning comes the sun’s new light
in darkest night the stars shine brightest
with sun’s new light the morning comes.
Aspen leaves quiver at slightest breeze
aspen leaves quiver at slightest breeze
whilst topcats stalk softly on velvet knees
whilst topcats stalk softly on velvet knees
with slightest breeze aspen leaves quiver
whilst on velvet knees topcats softly stalk.
Pen page with care when in times perilous
pen page with care when in times perilous
beware those who bustle with plans nefarious
beware those who bustle with plans nefarious
pen page with care with those who bustle
in times perilous of nefarious plans beware.
In darkest night whilst topcats stalk softly
the stars shine brightest on velvet knees.
When the sun comes with slightest of breeze
aspen leaves quiver with new morning light.
Beware those who with plans perilous bustle
pen page with care in nefarious times.
In honour of writers across the globe who risk their personal safety to expose wrongdoing.
The object of my affection
And all my hidden confessions
Can be seen as a nice view
Through a window I see through
Every night as I look
At a boy who is a crook
Steeling my heart from me
Even though he doesn't see
That I am under his spell
Wishing that I could just tell
How I feel when I gawk
Over at him as I stalk
Always watching every action
Feeling the satisfaction
I can secretly admire
The hotness of my desire
In the safety of my house
Like a quiet little mouse
Through binoculars I spot
Someone who is really hot
Every night and every day
This is where my heart will stay
Until I can find courage
To admit my heart is his
Something I'm no longer keeping
In my room---There's no more peeping
For there abide beef, pork and chicken
and the greatest of these is bacon
hot sizzling crispy to the tongue
satiating succulently scrumptious bacon.
For bacon curries no favor
plays the field tempts the stoic and saintly
slides into gustatorial beds
romps with tomato and lettuce
hangs out with eggs, hard boiled and soft
mocks the ten condiments
bathes in the sinful seven
is prideful
lusts after
the last greed filled bite
of gluttony
provokes the envy
of slothful
greasy lust.
Ah, bacon
you grease the skids
of dietary destruction
stalk the fat cells
of cellulitic cravings
tempt the tendrils of scent
with your aphrodisial aroma
inducing a pheromonal fling.
Oh bacon
you promiscuous panderer
curvaceous little porker
I believe
I trust
I lust
in and after your truth.
John G. Lawless
©11/2/2019
Sam the Cat I am
I'm a boy cat and my name is Sam
People tell me how lovely I am
Perhaps they're right, I am sort of cute
Guess it’s down to my shiny smart suit.
I love to wander when I’m outdoor
Wildlife to stalk, places to explore
Must return home eventually
Especially when it's time for tea.
I feel sad for my neighbour Kitty
Always stuck indoors, what a pity
Watching me play from the window ledge
Why doesn't she come out and stretch her legs.
She watches me running wild and free
Chasing the birds that fly from the tree
Whatever is it, why should it be
Kitty won't come out to play with me.
Heard the folk who own her saying that
Kitty is afraid of mice and rats
That seems so odd and strange to me
Cooped up and never to roam freely.
Kitty has a coat of copper fur
No one was ever as sweet as her
Huge amber eyes alike almond drops
That send my heart a flip-pity-flop.
I pray for Kitty to play outside
For her to roam round the countryside
Being together the whole day through
Many a prank two of us could do.
Chasing butterflies, the birds and bees
Super-charged squirrels who run at speed
There's plenty of field mice we would tease
As a duo we'd do it with ease.
If I were given luck and the chance
We two could be enjoying romance
Beneath moon and silvery starlight
"Kitty, come out and start living life."
8th August 2021
Cinderella Damselfly was inspired as she clung to the Nebraska wheat
her sparkly filigree wings were dazzled with Midwestern dew.
she clung to the stalk in a desperate lonely ignored women’s way.
her empathy felt that something marvelous would arrive with the sun.
her translucent wings would soon be dried and she could glide away.
where to go? Who needed a miracle lift? A glimpse of the spirit world?
damselfly watched a gorgeous male cardinal fly off to the east.
was this a God sign that she should she go west? Was east covered?
or did east need extra help from willing spiritual messengers?
Cinderella Damselfly had time to think about it; her wings were not yet dry.