(mostly Senryu poems)
Why do people attempt to engage?
When I'm so obviously disengaged.
Ok, tourists, when
I'm communing with my phone
please leave me alone.
I'm shopping, waiting
for the metro, I don't like
talking to strangers.
People in Paris,
think people who stop you on
the street are scammers.
I'm not here to help,
like a theme park employee.
Take your own pictures.
Your phone is equiped
With GPS, and very
exact directions.
This is my home, I'm
on my way somewhere, like school,
I have a schedule.
I'm not Mickey Mouse
or a Blues Clues character.
Jésus, go away
Are we unfriendly?
No, we're living - would you stop
a New Yorker? No.
.
.
Songs for this:
Comme ci, comme ça by ZAZ
“please stop religious fundamentalism ~
just let God’s light ignite mind-body prism”
~ quote by poet
If you believe in this and I in that,
just let it be dear heart, just let it be,
for there is on my door no welcome mat
and since with your scripture I don’t agree,
know that your next victim cannot be me.
Consider what if our roles are reversed
and you are by opposing views coerced,
where I say it’s my way or the highway,
would then you not feel that you have been cursed,
to suffer at my hands day after day?
I am your neighborhood cat you see
Destined to antagonize you as I please
Peering through your window hehe
Come here dog to bark to appease
You can't get me you canine disease
You're locked inside can't you see
I'll scratch at your window with ease
Ahhh does this irritate with my tease
Bark bark bark dog to try to appease
As I lick your window repeatedly hehe
Oh wait here is my backside to tease
I wave my tail just to further displease
Had enough you stupid canine disease
I'm your neighborhood cat I do as I please
Wait! was that the front door as I freeze
Chased down the street now I must flee
A page fell foul of the king
He played rude songs in a ring.
His bum was spanked red
Live frogs he got fed
He croaked each time he could sing.
buzzing in my ear
horrible pinch expected
pesky mosquito
A bumpy toad jumped on my nose and refused to get off.
I tried to gross him out, much phlegm I garnered in a cough.
He was determined and held on tightly with his webbed toes.
I was irritated because after all, it is my own private nose.
Come help me! I yelled to a bat in the belfry below.
He came up and bit the toad on his middle little toe.
The toad bit him back, actually sliced off his head with his teeth.
I was really grossed out when I saw what was underneath.
When you kill
An ant
do you stop and think
Does it come under
Extension
Of mercy. Am I placing myself on the brink
As the mercy we are given
Is the mercy
We have shown
I go through this
every year
When they try to invade my home
The ones I
Destroy with my own
Cruel hands
Behaving as an
Ogre
May God understand
I take
None of His works lightly
As I do what seems must be done
And as I snuff
Out there little lights
I always say,Sorry Hon
My pet wasp is called Sunny Jim
I captured this pet on a whim
He got out his stinger
And stung my friend’s finger
Pal Susie just cannot stand him!
Poor Susie lets out a loud howl
As Sunny Jim’s still on the prowl
I cannot deny
My 'pet' needs to die …
I smothered wasp Jim with a towel
Inspired by a crazy challenge set by an on line pal .. to write a poem about a pet wasp!
07/04/21
Sweltering summer temperatures
and warm sultry summer nights
left me scratching my legs red raw
I hate receiving nasty insect bites
I’d slather bare limbs with cream
that the chemist had given me
Bites are an issue that I live with
itchy red legs are quite unsightly
Every beach dress skims the earth
and I ensure I spray all my skin
But these heartless hungry critters
find a gap and they get stuck in!
I’ve spent all my hard earned cash
yet have been unable find a cure
Why can’t these creepy crawlies
abstain, their bites I can’t endure
A friend suggested that I purchase
a new-fangled electric bug racquet
It zaps the pesky bugs with each swat
and E-Bay didn’t charge me a packet!
The package arrived back in May
with my electric zapper I’m smitten
I’ll carry it with me all summer
I am certain I’ll never get bitten!
Lipogram Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
Letter O has been omitted
Rhyme checked with rhymezone
06/17/21
Pigeons
There’s a pigeon on the rooftop
And he’s driving me insane
For his constant pigeon noises
Seem to permeate my brain
From his perch upon the chimney
He’s coo cooing to his mate
It just thunders through the building
And it comes out in the grate
The noise is quite incessant
And no matter where I sit
I still hear this damned bird calling
It annoys me, quite a bit
How I wish he’d find another house
To broadcast to his lover
Why does he have to use my roof
Why can’t he find another
? John W Fenn 26-03-2009
The lion thinks he is the king but he is not
I am the true ruler of this rocky gray spot
The lion does not even belong here if you ask me
I am angry the men brought him across the sea
I am the mightiest one, the biggest, and the brave.
To think anything else makes you a non-thinking knave.
I am the smartest, the one with the wisdom of Job.
Why did they bring lion here on this side of the globe?
If he dares to pass by, I will show him who is king.
I will make him wail and weep; show him more than one thing.
Here he comes. Is it him? Hard to say. He’s still far out, this guest.
If he comes here, he will find out he is truly second best.
I am the tiger, my hunting prowess is well known to many.
I am a carnivore and my stockpile is plenty.
I am the ruler of this side of the world and this rock.
Is that the lion coming? I will certainly give him the clock.
Poems to read and many to write
All to be done under this flickering light
Of an ageless candle’s burning flame
Silent words begin to have claim.
A stream of wax drips down the side
My eyes close while trying to decide,
Either ruffle it with joy or let it be sad
A touch of humor gets on my pad.
Trifle as it may seem to be
The flame’s glow is watching me
Does it know what I am writing down?
Will it waver casting a frown?
A glow of hindrance rides up the walls
Thoughts become strenuous, which often stalls,
A motion to write the flame will insult
It affects my mind by its act of cult.
Casting a shadow upon me I became spellbound
Had no moral virtues, its actions so profound
He’s getting the best of me trying to tease
You’re going to make me a mental disease.
If everything were simple it would shape just like a brain,
And I’d take it out and look at it and never feel a pain,
And I’d pity poorer mortals who didn’t care if it were true,
For the clear and simple reasons that explained their shallow view,
And my life would be a pleasure with no pondering to annoy,
For there wouldn’t be a single loose end to tie up...
They hover around parked vehicles
Looking just like an evil wasp
Make sure you’re back in time
Or you’ll find out to your cost
A black and yellow summons
will be stuck to your windscreen
And when you see the parking fine
No doubt you’ll want to scream
So when you’re busy shopping
Don’t be tempted to browse or linger
And if you've obtained parking ticket
Don’t show them your middle finger!
Written after seeing a parking warden slap fines on 2 cars
8/6/18
Female skeeter singing for a favor
wanting my blood for her next caper
she's playing with fire
her future looks dire
joining others on my wallpaper.
8-23-17
For Lin's "Drawing Blood" Join In Poem
Addendum: Had to change the gender of the mosquito because found out only females bite!~Che :)
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