Tiny, my precious one-eyed ball of fluff --
with oh so sharp teeth and claws --
is disarmingly warm and cuddly but
often still quite skittish,
and stand-offish.
She purrs non-stop, contented,
when safely protected, on my lap
while being stroked. Her food and her water
bowls are clean and full
and her litter box is mostly promptly
emptied, refilled, odorless
and sanitized.
So what if she nips playfully
at my aged paper-thin skin?
Also she may snag my dressy
seldom-donned attire with those
sharp claws. But
she over-pays her board, her daily care,
with fond head nudges, and with her
unabashed preference for me
above all others, even now,
when I may no longer be,
to others, what I was.
To her, still, this outer shell
is precious, is safe,
Is reciprocated love,
is home,
is everything.
You are who you are
That is how it should be
Perish the thought
You might have been me
That's not possible
I say that with glee,
There is only one I
And that has to be ME
A doctor saved his eye
then he took it away
by hiding it from the boy’s face.
His hands were puppy dog tails
wagging blindly.
He played a game of Scrabble
with a Brail alphabet
as his only guide
He would enter a schoolroom
through a hole in his mind,
peering curiously
into a strange fishbowl world.
He was a one-eyed peeper,
a tunnel stalker
walking through a tubular world.
When the patch came off
reality took on the shape
of a prison warden.
One eye had to work hard,
the other got a life-sentence
reduced to time already served
as the cell-mate of a cyclops.
The death knell, ringing requiem bell,
a saddening sound,
archways they pass, tears flood the mass,
deep and deathly profound.
Of what we know, strange seeds we sow,
returning to us with a taunt
a tree of poisonous root, bares similar fruit,
wrinkled, pus filled and gaunt.
Lessons to learn for the freedom we yearn,
paid for in blood and gold,
lounge in the chateau covered with shadow,
and wait for the truth to unfold.
For we all have plight it doesn't make it right,
to wallow, fester and judge,
waste deep in sewage when the torrent deluge,
rushes in thicker than sludge.
Clumped altogether for worse or better,
seeking the price of the unknown,
soaring in flight then catching the sight,
of the one-eyed King on the throne.
Though it's been decades and a million one-eyed jacks ago.
I can still remember them coming into the casino from the cold.
A weathered, silver-haired lady and a younger man.
Both dressed in beat-up blue jeans and plaid shirts.
I guessed they were mother and son. But I could have been wrong.
They pooled their money at a low-stakes blackjack table.
They were humble and pleasant, unlike the rest of us.
They ordered sodas unlike the rest of us.
They always bet the minimum, like most of us.
Depending upon the ebb and flow of the game,
they would slide 5$ chips back and forth to one another.
They ran into a cold table, colder than the outside they came from.
They didn't last very long at the table; nobody really does.
They slowly drained their sodas and were gone.
For a short while afterwards, there was still a hint of swisher sweets,
perhaps a little bull thistle and mint in between.
I like to think they broke even, but I know they didn't.
Unidentified spaceship spotted over Kansas field
One-eyed, antenna-crowned alien at the wheel
Cows stop their grazing to glance its way
ZAP! -- Nothing left in the field but bundles of hay
Wide-eyed farmers swallow the tobacco in their craws
As above crows circle madly, 'midst startled caws
The ship's underside glows orange, white and blue
The President's skin turn greens when it come into view
The pics now go viral, the USA's on high alert
While out in the field, farmers cower in the dirt
Then just as the aliens emerge from their ship
My plane lands-- I wake up: It's the end of my trip
I once met some natives from Bahamas
Both men had the same size BIG iguanas
I was embarrassed - to say
I felt very SMALL - that day
When I saw them pop out their pajamas
Re-submitted for-
Put Your Best (One) Limerick Forward
(Be like Rico Leffanta) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Andrea Deitrich
Humorous Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
7-2-2019
Confident and ready for anything you can throw
Victory will be mine no matter how you flow
I am stronger every day, each minute a delight
I will be ready to battle you day and night.
I am marching toward you, my armour in my hand.
I am steady, bring all that you can.
I will prevail, I am a soldier through and through.
I could never be broken, or made to bow by you.
Bring it; I am a survivor, ready for battle.
I am a warrior woman, not easy to rattle.
Confident and ready for anything you can throw
Victory will be mine no matter how you flow.
I have known hard times, friend,
And I've had cash to spend.
Slept on the ground a lot,
And on a rich man's cot.
I owned cows once or twice,
Lost 'em all with the dice.
Played some cards, won 'em back -
Lost to a one eyed Jack.
Fell in love with a maid
Who wore a long black braid.
She left town with my gold -
Left me here to get old.
Here I sit in this town -
Gave it up and sat down.
I like it here, I think,
Pipe to smoke, jar to drink.
What more could one soul want?
Could be a place to haunt.
Just lie here on my back -
Think of that one eyed Jack.
For contest 120 Words for Silent One
2-9-18
A One Eyed Golpher In A Cactus Patch
He travels beneath the sod off the spiral scene
Feeling a bit frantic from the chase he gasps for air
Only to shed a single tear to help numb the inner pain
Searching for bread a warm place to lay his head
Out comes the cactus patch to claim it's latest victim
Blackened walls that squeeze it's head so often will bleed
A one eyed golpher in a cactus patch
Outside with the coyote's howl their fever pitched scene
One lone golpher searches for grass but that never lasts
There's a battle brewing with mother nature's storm now brewing
There it appeared this strange cactus patch out of no where
Running head long it collides with the needles formation
May need of some rest on a long awaited vacation
While scrambling for morsels of bread on the ground
Ouch !
You could be a try polite to one famed golpher who is out of sight
Let's learn a lesson all strangers here I preach
Where to lay your head may seem so out of reach
a mean goat
eating gran's flowers
has eye to sun
4/16/2016
She was just a phantom gleam
In the shadow of the light
As old as the oldest dream
On a cold and tranquil night
As fluid as mythic love
As palpable as fright
Trembling in awe
In the grasp of delight
As sad as a memoir
On an empty page
As lonely as a widow
Dancing in the rain
She returned like a song
In the memory of the dead
Repeating like a nagging voice
Inside a madman's head
And as moist as the dullest thought
In a melting brain
She dribbled like a lunatic
Muttering in pain
Written by © Raven Drake
One Eyed King Battles
I fought the bright sky, heaven and stormy sea
so quick to fight any that would dare fight me
Asking for love and life, so very little more
a master views a vast ocean from a safe shore!
Trumpets sounded a call to battle the light
so blind to hate my soul always was to fight
No thoughts of why ever bounced into my mind
a one eyed king within a world of the blind!
Now the fight is to never return to the dark
memories of great battles so evil and stark
No call will I ever take to end my new quest
victory calls for courage, truth is the best!
Robert J. Lindley
Oso the One-eyed Wino
By Gary L Thomas
...has a doubly unique perspective on this
Flat world. The depth that passes as distance
From an objective makes him subject to
Prevarications, half-truths and subtle innuendos
And makes him the lone wolf of the bear-den.
Burdened with this yoke and joke of butts his one
Eye tears more than any other.
Being a-lone visionary and trusting not
The paths that other men may take
He beats a path to the burning bush
To gain the insight of all the ages and
Finds that kisses really are a better fate than wisdom
And a bear's-hug is superior to brilliance of thought...
And beast-sex is better than the honey-laced love of Poets.
is there such a thing as one-eyed fr.ass?!
Huh.
Maybe, maybe not
ha. Do (doo? does?) frass even have eyes. I think not!
Sure looks pretty though...
if I were given the chance to choose what my poop looks like,
I'd choose frass!
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