If I were an animal, I would be a cat
A fat, fluffy white Persian kitty cat brat
I would sleep and lounge most of the day
And then at night make noise in every way
I would claw scratch the sofa, chairs and wall
Until caps are glued on to cover them all
I would like them in rainbow bright colors
As I am a glamour kitty and prettier than others
I would meow and rub along my owner’s legs
And not stop until treats are given after I beg
I will gladly then give a love bite on your arm
As it’s just a kiss from me, and will not harm
I would jump on the table and watch for birds
And loudly chatter about until we have words
I would then let you pet and rub my belly and ears
And hope to purr with enjoyment for many years
I would finally decide to sleep, curled in your lap
Until I decide to give your face a little paw tap
I would expect my food dish to be filled on the floor
Then would know, I'm loved and the cat you adore
In every corner of my floor and everywhere are toys,
the floor is littered- even with some that make noise.
There is a huge floor scratcher shaped like a boat,
and dangly things that I must for kitty daily float.
There is a tall scratch post that is very tattered,
'cause kitty is determined that it must be battered.
There are blankets thrown out of her soft fluffy bed,
and it seems her squeaky mouse have also fled.
There are catnip pouch shapes for endless fun,
and kitty will run with them till she is tired- done.
But, I do not mind the clutter and stuff on my floor,
'cause each day kitty and me bond more and more.
is worse than death,
or so I imagine.
Watching my only son
play in a middle school
golf match
on a Monday evening,
after work, and
driving 40 minutes
to the middle of nowhere
has got to be
worse than death,
giving birth,
filling out tax returns,
and watching
the squirrels.
At least the squirrels
get to scamper
up the trees
and “accidentally”
chuck acorns at my
pathetic head.
It’s a nice view
but only nature can make noise
during this
seriously quiet
competition.
Maybe I’ll spot
a pine warbler,
or a crow will caw
(laugh) at me.
I should have brought
two beers.
DJ drop the beat — BOOM!
My heart answers — BOOM!
It’s not just the music hitting,
it’s my name echoing through the stage!
Lights flash —
Dust rises —
My feet strike like thunder!
Vester Step isn’t for the fearful,
it’s for the fire-blooded!
Every stomp is a statement:
I’m here!
I’m ready!
I refuse to be last!
Hear the crowd roar!
Feel the floor tremble!
The sweat on my forehead shines
like a medal before it’s even won!
This isn’t just dance…
This is energy!
This is confidence!
This is a movement revolution!
When I slide — it’s flames.
When I spin — it’s a storm.
When I jump — the sky opens wide!
You think you’ve got it?
Prove it!
You feel the beat?
Live it!
You hear your name calling?
TAKE THE STAGE!
Because Vester Step doesn’t wait for the timid —
it calls the bold!
Make noise!
Raise the heat!
MAKE THE GROUND SHAKE!!!
Make a noise
Admonishing the Eroding
Staged by all the cool ploys
Behind gathering to fishing
When you build in silence
Confused enemies of what to attack
Not you, let success make noise
Successes need arcane
Be positive strategically sitting back
Not either Cain or deign
Make a no mean noise
Rather be elan
Make moves
While you get them feign
COPS OF THE WORLD BOYS
COUNTRIES TO TRUMP ARE JUST TOYS
INVADE AND MAKE NOISE
If miracles were made in the Sun
I would come and see you before the day is done
I would whisper good news in your ears
And touch the passion that has been sleeping for years
And drive out the monstrous fear
Wake up to the peace around you
for summer is smiling within you
Go shopping for your summer wear
And live the life that you always fear
Go partying on the beach, and bring
The carnival back on the street
And wear something nice above your knee
For you are going to make noise in
The street for the entire day
until the stress goes away
You will carnival in state, city, village and municipality
Until you drive the demons out of the town
Give everyone an hand Kerchief to wave and make some
Noise in the place; eat drink and be merry
According to the biblical prophecy
, you can hold the world in the palm of your hand
And the heavens will make you strong
Nature will tell you what to do for life is bigger than you
Sound the alarm in every town and dance till the mountains
Come down, and when your hearts are free you
You will slip away from the crowd and walk
With me in silence by the sea ,and gaze at your destiny.
Splish splash splash;
It is a colorful blash;
A brown leaf floats in a bathtub,
Does a leaf make noise, I doubt!!!
Yup!!! A little colorful leaf,
plunges into the bath;
Makes a sigh as a sign of relief;
Soon, other leaves join the path
Spattering the drops,
They do hop;
Here, over there,
And everywhere.
The leaves play, they giggle;
They spray , they wiggle;
They make fun, they relish;
O! I could be these leaves, I wish.
Hey! Wait!!!
How come the leaves look so cute!!!
Oh, they are Munias!!!
Scaly breasted Munias!!!
Like the splashes they splatter,
My worries they spatter
Cute little munchkin peers
Make me shed happy tears after years...
02-June-2025
the moon shines above
yet variant frogs make noise
around the calm pond
Day dawns, noon deepens to eve merging in night to decay.
Cries of domestic chores, squabble of city life to arise
Nasty noises of vexing vehicles running always hasty.
Creaking of wheels, blowing horns turns law-breaking.
Kids play, make noise, shout on joy which each parent needs.
Run on days to cope with busy noisy life but have fun.
Loud you are, bold to shout as life will sound.
' Crowd yells’: Either avoid or be a part being smart and proud.
Arrogance sounds good on shouting day of nuisance.
Fight in marital clash on noisy day gets cooled on calm night.
Observe days full of noises to meet silent night with love.
Sounds of day ceaseless run knowing absolute no specific bound.
Amplitude of loud sound at last to fade out reaching street of solitude.
While there is still time
close your eyes and listen...
Even the silent
have something to say.
While there is still time
go to the ceiling, root out
the forgotten boxes
full of hidden memories and halt...
dust does remember.
What is important is that there is still time
the birds of your neighborhood
to rest from cutting air
because that piece of air is common.
There is little time
to make noise
and step loudly
because voice is heard
when strong
and step when loud.
It's time to hear the unspoken
and come out of your memories
because you have been there for a long time
the bathroom toilet is gurgling
it sounds like it has the hiccups
a non-melodic, annoying, grating sound
my husband has shown me several times how to stop it
he can lightly touch the handle and it stops
I can lightly touch it eight times before it stops
annoyed by this too, I choose to listen to it
wishing we had the old toilets that did not make noise
The zoo closes.
Everyone is alone in cages.
They make noise, and eat food that was left for them.
The zoo opens in a rush.
The animals seem to awaken.
But they were awake the whole time, their eyes were just closed.
Free flying birds, talk to seals and laugh.
Birds can fly off, but they need the crumbs.
Seals dunk their heads underwater.
They don’t know why they do it, but they do.
A day at the zoo ends.
The people leave again.
Some animals stay up all night,
They are alone.
The zoo closes anyway.
In a great, entangled forest, stands a metal monster—
An impossibility of nature, made by man. Alone;
Broken—it looms over all things natural
And asserts its right over the creatures that belong.
They do not look to him (this fake, metal being) —
It cannot even breathe or make noise!
Apart from the gears whirring in its machine form.
It is hated and unwanted. Even by its creators,
It has been abandoned. Now, it will never be found,
And it will be left for time to deal with; until it is
Creaking and groaning and falling apart with rust.
One day, soon, the grass will grow so thick and wild
That it will wrap its spindly fingers around the beast's leg
And grip it tight. The weeds will never let go—
The metal monster will never move again.
The whole of the forest soon will envelop the machine
Until there is nothing left to be seen of it. Until it is
Destroyed, like it was never there. Gone:
Prey to the unknown and the forces of nature.
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