I Recently Found Out
Recently I found out light is
afraid of
dried figs, (figs are
fascinated by
anything square-shaped); ice block sticks are into
lounges and
cars; pastry grow facial hair and
grow pubic hair; Mr Ironic plays the
violin; Mrs Stun gun bathes in
red wine. To
hurt Mr Jeans’ feelings all you have to
do is lower your
eyebrows; pool chlorine wants to be a
cat so it can
lick itself; free moustaches can
juggle worms; eggplants have
laughing fits when
the temperature goes
below zero; brown sugar has a
better smelling ability than
dogs have; white sugar can
type 120 words per minute; lemons can dream and
narrate documentaries on
any subject; sling shots are
huge fans of
the Golden Age of
Hollywood.
The moon?
A king that needn’t tout his might,
just lounges up there, cool as a cucumber,
as stars tumble like glitter from some cosmic party,
just enough shimmer to keep us wondering:
who’s really in charge - us or them?
The sun elbows its way in,
boisterous and brilliantly loud,
flinging gold across the sky like confetti,
yelling, “Let’s go! Daylight’s wasting!”
It doesn’t ask for permission to set your soul on fire,
and if you’re not burning by now, that’s on you.
The ocean doesn’t bother with formalities.
It rolls in, pushes its weight around,
tosses your worries out to sea with a lazy,
“Nah, you’re done with those.”
There’s no negotiation, just the quiet peace
of letting go when you didn’t even know you needed to.
And the forest?
Old as the first breath,
it doesn’t rush, doesn’t care for clocks.
It whispers, “Stay still long enough, and maybe
you’ll remember how to grow.”
Roots so deep they don’t care if you notice—
because they know life is in the waiting,
and you’re a part of it whether you realise or not.
Sprucy Lucy watering blooms
As pooch lounges, the kitten grooms
Each sprout peaks out toward the sun
Rising in vibrant hues who’ll stun
Lucy speaks sweetly to the pup
As she watches kitty act up
Picking bright flowers, just for fun
Rising in vibrant hues who’ll stun
Sprucy Lucy loves Summer’s buds
Watering each shoot til’ it floods
Her friends know she can’t be outdone
Rising in vibrant hues who’ll stun
Picture Prompt Four
In a palace of cushions and silky delight,
Lives a cat, all pampered, oh, what a sight!
Spoiled and regal, with a snobbish air,
She lounges on pillows with a feline flair.
Her food served on silver, a gourmet feast,
Tuna and salmon, fit for a beast.
A throne of velvet, a regal seat,
She rules the household with velvety conceit.
The humans bow to her every desire,
A spoiled feline queen, a fluffy empire.
She bats at toys, with disdain in her eyes,
For only the finest will earn her prize.
Oh, the life of a cat, so fabulously grand,
With servants at beckoning, at her command.
Her purrs and meows, a majestic song,
In the lap of luxury, where she belongs.
Yet, in her eyes, a mischievous gleam,
A whisker-twitching, devious scheme.
For a spoiled cat's life, in humor we find,
A kingdom of comfort, a royal feline kind.
Casual lion lounges in his 70’s jacket
It is made of velvet, not velveteen
Softer than his mane if you can believe it
We wait for his words of wisdom
He is the king of beasts and of the forest
The waiting goes on for a long time
He has relinquished his rights to hyena
The animal who thinks everything is funny
Who can fault that? Asks the zebra.
More evidence that…
buffoons and clowns always run for office.
Sol hung in the western sky,
in the western sky Sol hung,
like a dead man on a rope
when dying time has come.
Watch how you tread in the desert,
in the desert watch how you tread,
the vultures soar high on the thermals
as they seek out the dying and dead.
Take water to drink on your journey,
on your journey take water to drink,
there's a lack of sweat, on that you can bet,
but you've dried out more than you think.
Plant your feet with care when walking,
when walking plant your feet with care,
the horse crippler cactus is waiting
to take you unawares.
Pass by the brush with caution,
with caution pass by the brush,
the diamondback lounges in shadows
but his strike comes on with a rush.
Disturb not the stones on your travels,
on your travels disturb not the stones,
a scorpion may surprise you,
their sting goes down to your bones.
All is not dread in the wasteland,
in the wasteland all is not dread,
but vultures fly high on the thermals
as they wait one and all to be fed.
All is not death in the desert,
in the desert all is not death,
beauty enough for the seeker
to take away their breath.
She prowls regally like feline queen of nine lives,
the fat lady Lucy calls her Merlin, the magic cat,
as white as the first snow or the lovely lily.
Wherever she goes on her daily errand,
her company Merlin always keeps,
and every night beside her the cat sleeps.
Merlin climbs and sits on her broad shoulder,
or lounges leisurely on her plump thigh,
and caressing her, Lucy feels the magical charm.
As the lady sits on the sofa, knits a sweater,
the cat plays with the woolen balls,
enmeshed in strands, becomes a weird creature.
As Lucy strokes fondly her silky fur,
Merlin wakes up with purring melodic meow,
and walks up to the food bowl as if in a trance.
At night when all sounds subside,
Lucy sits sleepless alone in the dark,
senses the rhythm of the bewitched cat walk.
She doesn’t like people call Merlin a pet,
for she is her only child, the magical one,
she doesn’t care being called the crazy cat lady.
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October 3, 2022
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lunar light looms large
lounges in luminous sky ~
infant wings’ first leap
(August Full Moon – Cree)
Waiting for trains used to be our great fun,
And added much joys for us cute children;
One hour, they announced, hours long continued,
With games after games, our wits got renewed...!
Hours prolonged; games, like us, got very tired,
We felt as though, by journey, we were hired;
No waiting rooms; no least village lounges;
We slept on platforms and did much scrounge...!
Whenever we could hear a long whistle,
Our hairs stood puzzled like hare hairs bristle;
No time to know time as sleep got brim-filled,
Travelling by dream-trains, we got well-thrilled...!
When 'Khaki-clad' woke us up frequently,
We kept squeezing our eyes not so gently;
We were like toys of china, they did feel,
Our life-trains, to them, we did not conceal...!
When, ultimately, the train did arrive,
Elders woke us; our spirits could not thrive;
Sleep, seemed our gloriously gifted gift,
Not to be lost for mere train benefit...!
We woke, in the morning; alas, did find,
For sleeping there long, we're heavily fined;
Our voyage, as started, seemed did not end,
Trains of travels, yet, in mind, did get blend...!
16 March 2022
From buka to butry to batcher to barrow
Mothering many they will never know
Feeding the ever growing population
Even men have joined to meet the need
They site at points easy to reach
They are even mobile to reach all
To sustain humanity they can reach
Playing Vishnu in the theatre of fun
Some grow to restaurants and lounges
Available to all social classes of human
Serving the same function to always support
Feeding humanity as an obligation chosen
To gormandize upon the fungal billowing
of its noisome mustiness,
beguiles many to munch upon its earthy reek.
A creamy white meatiness enchants taste buds
to pillage pale fetid delights,
while a gluttonous well-being
permeates through every orifice.
Before they were banned from overhead storage
Durians ruled the sky.
Air sickness or a stomach churning turbulence
were deemed more desirable than
than those choking emissions
wafting from their pulpy substance.
High above the Indian ocean
passengers overcome by the funk
demanded parachutes.
Some renounced their white privilege
or fell to their knees to pray for breathing masks
to drop.
Even when disembarked, cabs would not carry them
fearing the lingering grip of clammy odors.
While still in their departure lounges
hardened Limburger eaters grew pale,
trembling at the thought of flying unprotected
from that most redolent of fruits,
the mighty all-pervading Durian.
a mindful watch
lounges immanence
simple measure
across the diamond sky
stars fall
remarkable moves
visible light
blinding silent
narration is the shimmer
impressions exhibit
touch battered and savage
He wants what he wants and that is that
Lounges around but never gets fat
A kept cat no doubt,
That plays till passed out
The stressful life of Joker the cat!
twilights habitual reach
trickles soft
arises a shade to cover
drapes the frame to a view
imposes with a lean
lounges in a requiem
perched upon a window brink
fallen sleepless again
gazing the horizon
inspires a simple measure
the shimmer closer
a marvel of visible light
strikes the window blind
touches battered and savage
scatters in a sea of sparks
impressions delight
the agony to defy
the stars fall from my eyes
a push to a step
a plunge in the luminesce
entwined inside a twinkling
twisting, turning ,receding
dwindles for a crushing flux
spills of white
shine of gold
spinning silver bright
dims the darkness cold
soar in the heavens
seek to find
a place to die
no remorse
not a single cry
the smallest things
now hidden inside
this is where
I reside
Terry D’Arcy-Ryan
City Girl-Country Girl
I swore I would never live in a small town.
I wanted noise, people and the
roar of the crowd.
Crowded restaurants, highways,
Exhaust fumes galore.
Sounds of police cars all over
town.
Lounges, theaters and 24 hour
anything!
Those bright lights, you know?
And twenty-four action, no matter
where you go.
I never dreamt I would end up
in agricultural, wine-country
USA.
Here, street lights are not ugly,
bright and garish.
As for churches, there are many
to choose from and to cherish.
No security cameras in unwanted
places to get your mugshot, how
disgraceful that is!
Where verdant trees grow and
gardens bloom year round.
125 varieties of grapes, too?
Ga-zounds!
And stores are not jammed and
parking for all abounds.
Where all in my neighborhood
wave as we pass each other in
snow free cars.
And life is more than good here.
It grows by leaps and bounds.
Have to say...life here is more
than heavenly and a daily treat!
July 11, 2019
Noon PST
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