Noshing time
for but a moment muzzled
to bring vaccinations
up to date
Far from a ceasefire
this is but a pause
without relief
for the pending prey
it is palpable
The paws that pace
the hackles that raise
the eyes that are laser fixed
that a purpose bred
purpose trained
war dog
lays in wait
Whether white or classic-chocolate bunny,
Enjoy Spring’s hop-a-long of polyzygotic mirth.
Two floppy and expressive ears, so funny.
Toddlers cheer, and tenderly espy, life’s rebirth.
Grownups, too, giggle at the shattered hush,
The repopulation of carrot and lettuce noshing,
The shivering and shaking softness of plush,
A wriggling nose after a long Winter’s washing.
Written: November 19, 2023
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Beyond the ethereal hues, reigns peace,
Incongruous with intrinsic ease.
Noshing desire tugs at the core fibers of my soul,
Wear tiredness bruise, frailty, and out-of-control.
The twinges of awe distort and narrow,
Dazzling me with its emerald harrow.
Crushing the sunlight rays that spread,
Oozing a cruel throb of dryness in my head.
The emptiness hosts sight and sound,
The truth is revealed by my idle ground.
Controversy seeps through my arteries,
Providing a safe haven for my mysteries.
Salt penetrates the skin's surface,
Water waves form in pools as they face.
Sharing the mind wonderful disarray,
So utterly, I'll be in anguish all day!
Life is blasted against the glass akin to sand,
Time is marked by simple, quiet steps stand.
What remains is a barely flickering light,
That is a velvety smear spackled in the sight.
Written: November 03, 2023
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Beyond the misty shades, there is peace.
Irreconcilable with retaining inner ease
Noshing prefers tugging at my soul.
Bearing wounds of stale apathy as a whole
Confusional twinges twist and confine.
mesmerizing me with its emerald design.
The rays, while flowing, are being broken.
A punitive pulse that shrinks is swollen.
Voices and visions visit the void vacuum.
The reality is shown in my idle bedroom.
My pores are a way for dread to escape.
Provide solace and safety for my shape.
The epidermis gets tangled in salt.
It lands in a vibrating pressure vault.
Exposing the exquisite havoc of the mind
Ensuring me that I can properly bind.
My path to the afterlife begins here.
I'm a speck of sand thrown at a sphere.
Subtle gestures are used to indicate time.
The sole residual insight has grown grime.
Short prayer I say
Each day I keep all day
Each night I breathe and pray
With my sweater, all night I dream so gay
Clothes I wear with no pocket
I change and bring with locket
Picture of faith I keep in a bucket
All year round I lit with socket
Whenever I feel blue I just sing
Songs of fife that life can bring
Songs I bite without a sting
Melodies I strike with my light string
Strings of faith and joy I play
Keeping my feet on the ground, not stray
Living a life so cool that lay
Wreaths and olives I reap, not wray
One day I lost my faith
Erred and haunted by wraith
Wisp of tendrils creeping and saithe
Noshing my body and molded like dearth
Then instant light flashed on my face, I freezed
I was speechless, frozen without a mouthpiece
A prayer inside my pocket that please
Sweater I wore again to keep myself at ease
Been in a trip, not long ago
Seen a pink flower, hidden in the trees.
Teen was I when the flower caught my eye
Keen as a spectator when I went under my knees.
Another pink flower I saw, so rich
Above an attic, way too far from my reach
As I tried to pick it, a speck got into my eye
Under a tall tree is a bird, noshing a peach.
My late-night snack
of peanuts and coffee
has got my family
thinking I'm daffy
But if they weren't such late-risers
they'd be appalled to see
me noshing red onions with mackerel
in a wet towel ~ Call me Admiral
A Gruesome tale unlike the norm, that takes upon a creatures form. No tail of lizard no Eye of Newt. All the ingredients are in your suit. No wistful yarns of witches so sweet, in this bloody tale they lop off your feet. Crunching and noshing them to their delight. think this is the end? You know you'r not right.. Everyone knows how those stories end. But the end of this tale will not be your friend. In fact, you've heard this tale while playing with your toys. Never realizing the connection between missing girls and boys. your parents told them on a stormy night, to put you to bed in a state of fright. But i promise that wasn't scary, they pose you no harm. For the dreadful end to this story..is the witch is your mom!