The paper sack left on the floor
has come to life. It’s haunted. Look!
It’s growling and gyrating now—
gone wild. It’s time somebody took
control. Aha! I’ve got ya now,
my little kitties in the sack.
I’ll get your lunch now, Pat and Pete.
Okay, I’ll let you ride my back.
Ouch! Watch the claws. They really hurt.
I’ll put thick blankets on my lap.
Then you can be so comfy but
won’t draw blood. Soon we’ll take our nap.
You’re fighting for the bouncy ball.
Sometimes you’re an aggressive pair;
but, after all, you’re little ones.
Sometimes my human kids won’t share!
Don’t climb the curtains, Pat. Oh, Pete,
you’ve overturned the water dish.
I see what y’all are staring at.
You can’t get to the kids’ goldfish!
You’re so much like the kids when they
were small—just into everything.
When they get home from school, we five
will have ourselves a happy fling.
PETE THE PERCUSSIONIST
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There once was a drummer named Pete,
whose rhythm was funky and sweet.
He dreamed of the stage,
a rock star despite his age.
His sticks, though, were clumsier than his feet.
He practiced with pots and with pans,
in hopes of a life with great bands.
With a crash and a boom,
he shook up the room,
Wishing for a gazillion and one fans.
He donned leather pants, shiny and tight,
and shouted, "Tonight, I’ll be outta sight!"
But when he would play,
the crowd ran away,
He understood ‘twas rock star’s plight.
Is a picture worth a thousand words?
Is it the same with a song?
Is it worth a thousand pictures?
Who can deny the powerful images
evoked from Songs of Struggle and Protest –
a forte of common humanity?
A song can paint optimism, commitment, and a desire
for peace, freedom, and the right to live without
…Your Millions, Mister.
A piece of art sings in the minds of thousands.
It shouts injustices to the skies in loud color
and questions Where Have All the Flowers Gone?
in broad strokes.
A government of placid leaders who
Turn, Turn the other cheek and project calm and concern.
Ask your children,
What Did You Learn in School Today?
Lord, save us from ourselves.
From My Muddy Stream all the way
To My Old Brown Earth, I see inspiration and admiration for nature.
I see the waste and cry to the skies, God Bless the Grass!
There is strength, passion, and nonconformity
in picture and in song.
The one should affect us, touch us, stir us,
and fill us, Step By Step.
Defense Secretary Pete Hegseth:
"Make America Great Again" is his favorite shibboleth.
He comes across as cocksure, cool and confident,
but there are not many who think he's competent.
Orgulous Pete was pompous and proud
Declaring this and that and always loud
Pontifical in every mighty endeavor
Sad part is, he was not smart or clever
There was a boy named Pete
His joy was to dance and sing
He was rather tongue tied
Despite he has plenty pride
Dancing with two left feet
Panda Pete was an avid carnivore
Devoured small birds, snakes, and wanted more
Followed the Amazon River to Ecuador
where he lived with a meat-eating matador
these two had a great time shopping at a grocery store
purchasing steaks, roasts, chicken, fish, meats galore.
There are pelican prints on this map the suspicious sea captain said.
We all denied seeing a fowl using his desk, for we wanted our heads.
He had a cutlass and was not afraid to use it on any of us.
I know you know about Peter, he said. He’s an ornery cuss!
Peter the Pelican is actually trying to get us all to agree.
To overpower the captain and have a gay mutinee.
We did not know what to do, so we lied through our teeth.
He did not believe some of us, we walked the plank and fell underneath.
Ms. Pete had the most interesting chair
It had pizzazz, color, shape, and ready flair
Eclectic like it, she knew what to wear
We did not see the back until she climbed heaven’s stair
The back was almost prettier than the front if you ask me
Ms. Pete had an eye for fashion that went past whoopee
We will miss her much, her things went for a good fee
The only recipient was the Haven for Cat and Puppy
Swiggle Swoogle Pete thought he was neat
A bully all the time, one cleet on one feet
He made enemies all over, for he was not sweet
The whole town was terrified of Swiggle Swoggle Pete
Then a gal moved in who could not be beat
Her pies were the best, her meat was easy to eat
Tender and juicy, she enticed Swiggle Swoggle Pete
Who had to turn a corner before he could marry his sweet.
We never knew her name, but she threw out his cleet.
She made him make apologies, she turned him into sweet.
Now we have a new name for Swiggle Swoggle Pete.
We call him the husband of that gal who is totally neat.
Being archeological students, we figured camping out would be great.
I told my cousin, it’s a long ride to Chaco Canyon, let’s not be late.
He knew my high interest in the Anasazi, he assured me he would go.
Why he did not show up that night, I guess I will never know.
It’s the day he disappeared, but I saw him walking next to me in spirit.
Especially when we got close to the major complex, he was always near it.
When I miss my cousin, I go back out to this marvelous archeological site.
We speak telepathically to each other, enjoying the Arizona night.
Is he dead? My mother asks, she wants to tell her sister Grace.
I have no idea, I say, but there is something magical about this place.
Maybe because it is where Utah Arizona Colorado and New Mexico meet.
All I know is that Chaco Canyon is where I find my missing cousin Pete
Train Disaster, East Palestine, Ohio
Twenty days Ago.
Pete Buttigieg- Where Are You?
Doesn’t he care one bit if they eat.
East Palestine,filled with poisons
Hands swollen,crimson red from acid toxins
So what if they cannot breathe?
Who cares if carcinogens fill their lungs?
Or, they have safe water to drink, not!
The American President with Zelensky
has glasses of champagne to clink.
And a gift of Five Hundred Million,with a
warm handshake and a wink.
Three thousand, five hundred animals dead
in East Palestine lie.
But the world weeps over a dead whale?
And humanity cheers, as ‘Air Farce One’ flies!
**Pete Buttigieg is Secretary of State of the USA,
no experience . But can play the piano well and
speak fluent Norwegian. **
God Bless the citizens of Ohio, whose air
and water are not yet tested by FEMA.
Let that happen to DC. New York or Chicago?
FEMA could not get there fast enough!
2/22/2023
Cattle rustler’s name - Persnickety Pete
Never rustled, just lured cattle with treats
For a rustler, a freak
Pete was a real sneak
If treats didn’t work, he’d pull a cow’s teats
A shootout took place on a Texas street
Cowboy Luke, the rancher and horse thief, Pete
Sun was high overhead
Noon, a body lay dead
Pete's blood staining the dirt red in the heat
May 2, 2022
High Noon Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
skipping along round bout noon
humming a happy tune
thinking about my best gal June
just makes my heart swoon
we'll meet at Murphy's saloon
while her husband works this afternoon
Bite Size Poem #32 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier
1/15/22
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