America tends to instill racism in the neophytes
It is fed three times a day on a plate of belligerence
Possessing an insatiable and unrestrained appetite
It’s a well-known pedigree, a hybrid of malevolence
Its ravenous sharp teeth tear innocent flesh asunder
Unable to provide I.D. except by tattoos or dentures
At feeding time, nothing satisfies the pangs of hunger
The breeders of this species also refuse to censure
It devours those who feed it and becomes their feast
Don’t get so comfortable that you forget what you fed
One thing for sure is that you can’t tame a wild beast
It’s no house pet; it consumes souls; this half-bred
Hate feed this glutton; its depravity is out of control
The redder the meat, the more it demands to consume
Emerging from its dark lair, it embarks on a daily patrol
It easily feeds off those in churches and classrooms
Categories:
pedigree(a), hate, racism,
Form: Rhyme
For all of my life, one thing’s remained clear,
“Corona” meant lime juice, and Mexican beer!
Or jewel studded crowns, worn for mere show,
By Royals of pedigree--a priceless Chapeau.
But one thing’s escaped me, at least until now,
“Corona” the VIRUS, threatens survival somehow;
Spread by the touch, a cough, or a sneeze,
Causing sickness and death, in varying degrees.
So how did it start, and who is to blame,
Matter far less as innocent lives are now claimed;
The shredded economies, and fears of unknown,
Falling markets in panic, as life is postponed.
And yet through it all, the faithful remain,
Prayerfully seeking His protection by name;
For the world has known worse, than Corona--it’s true,
Overcomers prevail, held together like glue.
No blame games or politics, or death by the sword,
So long as my baseball and hoops are restored;
And my 401K plan recovers real fast,
So I can retire, off the grid--SAFE, at last!
Categories:
pedigree(a), angst, baseball, basketball, death,
Form: Rhyme
Daphne a poodle is a very happy pup
With a pom-pom tail and a button nose
And two eyes filled with glee.
Daphne is a pedigree, a breed with energy.
She is made of curls from head to toe,
And the color of honey gold.
Daphne the poodle, she's lively as can be,
For when she's given her favorite toy
She begins to prance and play.
Look at Daphne go,
Running here and there and all around retrieving toys for you and me.
Woof Woof Woof
Woof Woof Woof
Catch me if you can.
She'll only pause a moment when she hears me holler, "Stop"
Then she begins to prance and play again, running all around.
Catch me if you can.
(* Rhythmically read like "Frosty The Snowman")
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Categories:
pedigree(a), dog, happiness, pets, song,
Form: Free verse