cat lies on her back,
lounging on the window seat...
a thin pane of glass
is all that separates her
from chaos and sturm und drang
If I could paint the sky for you
With various hues of bright blue
I'd make a world where troubles cease
You would be surrounded with eternal peace
I'd build you a castle in the clouds
Where laughter and love gather in crowds
In this lasting haven’s gentle breeze
Every moment would put your soul at ease
I'd gift you a life of endless grace
Where worries vanish without a trace
No more struggles no more strife
In this world you'd find a cancer free life
Topless Tattoo
Topless tattoo parading on the beach
Self-assured, edgy, out of reach
A nonchalant lounge, delicate pose
The perfect life we have to suppose
Male eyes survey you, curiosity and lust
And you bare all from head to bust
Then you leave, you’ve had your play
An old guy watches, wishes you’d stay.
The ghosts await you as you turn the key
A cold chill greets you from the sea
Your glamour lasts for a few empty hours
Home has no use for womanly powers
The sun disappears, and the gloom takes hold
The beach just a memory, of you so bold
You’ll leave them guessing until the next sunrise
Down on the sand with your topless disguise
David Cox 05/07/23
pampered
spilling wine
spilling tears
plastic sheets
still such a chill
in the foreground
voluptuous music
and fractured
Cows relaxing on summer days.
Leisurely gathered under a shady elm canopy.
Simply carefree as can be.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
easy sunday night
with ed sullivan
~ old flannel pj's
Published in Haiku Canada Review vol.14 no.2, October 2020
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Lounging around on those long summer days
A cloudless blue sky, so calm and serene.
A buzz in the air, a bee makes his way
As we lay there dozing, living the dream.
Echoes of yelling, of children at play,
Haring around in the hot summer sun.
Sun worshipers bask for most of the day,
Some burned to a crisp, the paler ones dun.
Late afternoon, some respite from the heat
Now time for the food, the barbecue's lit.
Then wafts the aroma, as flame sears meat
The chicken impaled, turns round on the spit.
Dad dishes the food, he thinks he's the chef
Each standing in line awaiting their turn.
Mother though knows she'll be cleaning the mess,
She winces, watching the sausages burn.
Come early evening it's time to wind down
Children now fractious, soon time for their beds.
Dads got a beer, saying he's done his bit
Mother looks on smiling, shaking her head.
Best Rhyming Poem in March -
Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Laura Loo
3/04/2018. Placed 4th.
(Poem posted 3/12/2018)
Lounging around on those long summer days
A cloudless blue sky, so calm and serene.
A buzz in the air, a bee makes his way
As we lay there dozing, living the dream.
Echoes of yelling, of children at play,
Haring around in the hot summer sun.
Sun worshipers bask for most of the day,
Some burned to a crisp, the paler ones dun.
Late afternoon, some respite from the heat
Now time for the food, the barbecue's lit.
Then wafts the aroma, as flame sears meat
The chicken impaled, turns round on the spit.
Dad dishes the food, he thinks he's the chef
Each standing in line awaiting their turn.
Mother though knows she'll be cleaning the mess,
She winces, watching the sausages burn.
Come early evening it's time to wind down
Children now fractious, soon time for their beds.
Dads got a beer, saying he's done his bit
Mother looks on smiling, shaking her head.
Entry for EARLY MAR 18 STANDARD CONTEST,
ANY FORM OR NONE, ANY THEME,UP TO A MAX OF 20 LINES
Judged 9/3/2018. Placed 1st
lounging outside
the nightbeams reflect
pictures of us---
about remembered dreams
flanked between warmth and pain
Tanka 2 Contest
20 March 2015
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