Our Opossum Has a Strong Propensity for Crime
By Frank Daub
Discovered in a backyard nighttime check –
an opossum wandering behind our garden shed.
Pin-pointed face, squinting eyes.
It did not run -- to my surprise.
Only staring, lighted softly by the porchlight.
Little.
Sleek in a white-gray-tan-straight-fur-slicked-down way.
The streets around are not friendly to its kind.
This unfair truth made up my mind.
I should let the shed-bottom harbor it.
This would require: FEEDING.
I decided the feeding plan -- without data-based reference --
would be workable.
I tried every sort of natural vegetable.
Walnuts added when the berries nurtured
hordes of ants --
Not
the opossum.
The dietary effort proved it.
Our opossum has a strong propensity for crime.
Particular it is to nighttime
sneaking forays - for food of course.
(This assured the legality of it for me.)
Our opossum was not particular to dietary do’s and don’ts;
Being just inclined to FEEDING its necessary wants.
The animal had a penchant – not a preference --
an exceeding zest for anything edible.
Incredible.
A propensity to lie
ruins a salesman fast
Though politicians find
it helps careers to last
Married couples fear
to put lies to the test
But when it comes to children
best put all lies to rest
the pitter patter
little feet of rain unkempt
needs to hibernate
wicked still ~ harsh tornadic
spin that upended Nashville
3/3/2020
Little kids keenly hover round an anthill
held there by ant-motion individuality
or their helter-skelter movements as a family
~ for hours and hours on end
Pure joy and propensity
such unmatched intensity
~ happy as cats-caught-a-rabbit all day ...
Though the smile and the mess on the face
of a toddler eating ice cream and cake
is so open and toothy, for godness sake
~ not to mention the glee in his heart
But why compare? It's not fair
to mix up and confuse this fine pair
~ of acts of childlike mirth and amusement
When years pass
and we grow old,
our enthusiasm sold
to those twin ravagers
~ Time and Ill Health
There still is a way, a wonderful, wonderful way
for us to enjoy anthills and ice cream every day:
We can light up our Muse
Reignite our sleepy fuse
and pen ourselves a poem
~ What have we got to lose?
PROPENSITY
Bit of gentle wind
squeezed in to the mind
seeking a tranquil space
where you might be conceal
Recollecting old memories
Bitter, charming, displeased, and distressed
just as beam of light blinking
through the dark clouds
in the dawn
Your eyes sluggishly expressed
love and willingness to share
our lives
Looking sententiously
you queried about insight in my mind
analyzing, bearing, confirming, discerning, to explore
But your face appeared to
blossom as a tender flower
Your eyelashes
blinking like a butterfly wings
It took prolong duration
to realize for me
The love is a valley of tears
time is a thief
all those a tricky fabrication
Jayaratne Weerakkody
As I walk upon this road of life…
I desire the path absent from strife…
Free from monetary delusions…
Free from Egocentric energy games of confusion…
Moving from hoping there is greater purpose to existence…
Into knowing the significance of removing resistance…
Floating within the ocean of motion, seeking to find inner peace…
Surrendering to the will of inquisitive nature, allowing false beliefs release…
Show me my dreams, revealing true desires…
Show me the mystery to ignite the passionate intension fire…
Show me my source of loves purity…
Free from judgments latent with fearful insecurities.
Floating within the ocean of motion, seeking to find inner peace…
Surrendering to the will of inquisitive nature, allowing false beliefs release…
I am a seed floating among winds of change…
Nurtured by the fertility of divinity…
To flourish is to breathe…
Mind is the soil for my seeds of desire…
My spoken word is the sunlight, the water…
Creating materialization of tangible fruit…
Floating within the ocean of motion, seeking to find inner peace…
Surrendering to the will of inquisitive nature, allowing false beliefs release…
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