Long Waggling Poems
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In Granny's backyard
I'm hanging around
upside down
from my favorite tree
making funny faces
at my cousin, while we
try not to laugh
because down below
the circle of grown-ups
hardly know
or have forgotten
we are here
So we hear
all the choice gossip
as the older women
snap their green beans
with enjoyment keen
They cackle and squawk
rowdy, raucous
laughing talk
flapping and waggling
large wing-like arms
like a flock of hens roosting
on metal lawn chairs
not feeling the stares
of me and my cousin
enjoying the show
finding out all kinds of things
and colorful words
we wanted to know, but
would never have heard
down on the ground!
Buttered Fields
It is early when she is tickled awake
as light eases under the eaves
to trickle through a sigh of curtains,
to whisper across the bedroom floor,
to nudge and nestle beside her…..and beam!
Outside the sun has buttered the fields,
mellowing, yellowing the crisp, morning dew.
The girl awakes wearing playful eyes, a zestful imagination,
wishing for a form of storm that might offer up jinks and winks
but the morning is in the process of writing its own story.
Capital letters of trees stand tight and tall
beside commas of bushes, question marks of shrubbery,
sprinkled with colourful, exclamation marks of flowers
and, dotted here and there, insected full stops and apostrophes.
Yes, her day is already penned and punctuated.
Soon, she is washed, dressed and toothpasted
and, with a hip and a hop, she springs outside her house.
All around the morning sings, “All things bright and beautiful!”
while Mother Nature has her skipping rope out
and is creating mischievous merrymaking.
The wind begins huffing and puffing all before it
and after juggling a few dustbins it decides to show off,
performing three cartwheels and a backward double-flip
into a one-handed handstand, finishing with a vault without fault
to win the gold medal in the morning’s gymnastics competition.
The girl now watches, waits and wonders what is what?
So with trees staggering and the wind waggling
the morning now dancing merrily in front of her,
and with a giggle of sunlight, an extra wiggle of wind,
she curtsies, partnering the morning in its frolicsome entertainment.
Suddenly and sharply the sun, like stage lighting,
flares through the clouds looking for something lost,
while the road’s yellow lines appear to hold hands
as they stroll side by side into the distance;
the girl follows, excitement shivering her sleeve.
KITE
Graceful buoyant in flight
Me the black-breasted Kite
Broad in structure, yet body light.
Loner am I, love to soar high
Slowly steadily waggling flapping
long narrow angled-back wings
with notched tail to propel
gliding swooping on kinetic dive.
On insects, rodents, reptiles I wish to thrive
mostly alive.
Sometimes snails for a break.
Slow-moving creatures at stake,
cannot escape.
Expert to pick up prey
with wavy-edged mandible beak
at the very opportune moment
directed by my sharp keen eyesight.
Me the black-breasted Kite.
You know you will cry
when your pet dog dies
The tears will overflow
It is selfish to feel
you need more time to steal
So hard to let them go
It's not that they made you feel loved
It's that you were loved
By a four legged friend
who is happiest when
They are with us to spend
time...
Time to play, time to sleep
Time to guard, time to eat
Time to groom, time to rest
Time to be together, time apart to miss
Time to walk, time to share
Time to hold, time to care
A shy boy or girl
a playful puppy rocks their world
and gives them a friend to grow
For the old
A dog to pet and hold
makes loneliness nothing to know
For the disable
a train dog is able
to make their lives easier to be
For the blind
they guide them to see
making their lives a little more free
You can talk to your dogs
and they understand
they know their names and commands
how smart they turn out to be
Like children to us they become
Protective of them as they are to you
Somehow you know what each other will do
They make us laugh
They make us cry
They make us smile
They make us try
They are our friends
waggling tail to wet nose
That happy bark or funny pose
They know our secrets
see us in the shower
Know us better or worse
From dusk to dawn
alert at night for any wrong
Faithful true and loyal pals
Hard to say goodbye now
People without dogs are not human
it takes a dog to keep you real
A dog unconditionally loves you
and that is better than any pill
Go and rescue another dog
not to replace but to fulfill
For recusing another dog you find
the dog is recusing you as part of the deal.
Christmas was coming very soon and a little boy's heart was glad.
He kept giving clues daily of his wishes from Ole Santa dear.
His Dad with a twinkle in his loving eyes teased his young lad,
Now, Sonny Boy, you might be getting nothing for Christmas this year.
Young chap had seen that wry twinkle in his eyes many times galore.
Heard Dad use it at anniversaries and birthdays all the time.
His heart was racing as the days came to December twenty four.
And he hurried off to his bedroom as soon as the clock struck nine.
Those words “nothing for Christmas this year” brought tears falling off his chin.
It would be a Yuletide disaster that would hurt him to the quick.
Down deep felt he had not been as good a boy as he could have been.
Soon he was asleep, putting his faith in the goodness of St. Nick.
At dawn, he awoke to odors rising from mama's cooking pots.
Could sense wonderful aromas of cakes, yams, dressing, and turkey.
Dad was calling him to come downstairs and see what Santa had brought.
With the speed of a fifty yard dash runner, he was at the tree.
To his dismay and shock there were no gifts, no toys, no bike to ride.
He fell to his knees and began to cry, feeling so very sad.
Then felt a nudge of his pajama top, something wet on his side.
Surprise, a cold-nose puppy with a waggling tail and big brown eyes.
Tears exchanged for shouts of delight; he forgot about a toy.
Glancing at his smiling Dad with eyes full of Christmas joy and cheer,
You said Ole Santa might pass me by; just kidding your Sonny Boy.
Naming puppy Nothing, 'cause I got Nothing for Christmas this year.
Tears from the horse eyes are longer than a pane of glass
Tears from the horse eyes are piercing the riders heart
He mounts the horse with courage and confidence
And leap a thousand meters towards the heavens
The mountains appears like giants in front of him
And forced him to ride above the wind
Knocking the weight of his body to and fro
And the saddle shifting from the horses back
The stirrups is waggling his feet from front to back
The bridles are falling from the horses face
The wind is tearing the branches apart
But he kept riding with a gigantic heart
He is galloping away crushing everything in its way
But a magpie sitting on top of the tree warned him that heat was
approaching a hundred degree,
the magpie voice could not slow him down and he kept riding with a with a sorrowful groans
And the horses’ tears kept pouring down.
The harness on the horses back kept him on the track
But and the desert wind in front of him sends off a pool of dust putting an end to all of the fuss, manpower horse and beast
moving like a lion towards the East
He could neither see the left or the right and he could not tell
The direction of the flight, the heavens were bellowing down upon him
And dust kicked up a terrible storm and blocked his vision and destroys his ambition. He stretched his hand towards the breastplate, held it firmly and slid underneath the horse.the horse was also covered in dust so the horse and the rider ran out of luck but the magpie that he had ignored came on time to rescue him from the dusty shore. It flew on a nearby tree and in the midths of the thick dust it guides the rider away from the dust and alas the horse and the rider ended up in a mud hut. They send the rest of the time there until the terrible wind had blown away. And so the Magpie won the crown with a song and a frown leaving the rider and the horse covered in dust and lying flat on the ground.
Missionaries were cunning
Not less than a cat’s eye fixed on a meal with a waggling tail
Curiosity extended in those that heard them speak.
With a thorned crown of dead porcupine.
A pagan king and His ignorant servant standing taller than palm trees
Leaning forward like a falling tower to its knees.
”Story tellers.”
They bring stories on what lies beyond your majesties' kingdom.
A routine of tales sang under a silver silent moonlight
It was Entertainment at a day’s end of a successful hunt.
The tales told to kings articulated volumes of curiosity
As the red fire flowing its light on curious faces,
The missionaries had learnt to tread softly
Not less than a cat’s eye fixed on a meal with a waggling tail
And so they carried on and drew mass crowds in this likeness.