I won’t write, I tell my muse. I refuse.
She laughs at my won'ts, my cant's and my do’s.
Most know Trixie; she brazenly dictates to me.
She is puling my strings, never letting me be.
I’m serious, I say. She laughs at my plight.
She forces me to stay awake most of the night.
Magnificent poems climb into my head.
Trixie will tell me when I can go to bed.
If you real look in his eyes ,
Don't you see the sigh of real love?
Loving and ready to be with you.
If you see him walking on the streets,
Don't you feel how he pulls you?
Puling you to stick to him.
May 07/2023
Written for poetry contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier
He was climbing mountains steep
And swimming waters deep
Chasing four winds in the bottomless
Canyons in the depth of the night
He was searching for meaning
Of everyday strenuous life
He was flying on the back
Of a bald headed eagle
Looking for the meaning
That he was hoping to find
In the bright noon sunlight
Or the depth of the nigh
He was lifting rocks in the fields
And puling heavy waves
Of the raging stormy ocean
Putting the world in motion
Of the eternal search
For the elusive meaning
That was escaping his touch
And never allowed to be caught
Hiding behind the corner
Of an old cafe in the morning
In slowly and lazy waking up Paris
When sun rays reached the window
And kissed his old wrinkled face
Mockingly winking at him
And luring him one last time to try
Just the moment before he died
First time thou opened thy eyes,
thou started to cry,
First time thou stood on thy feet,
Fell on clay, when assayed to fleet,
Thou first day of the school,
Sojourned puling on the stool,
First ever exam of thy life,
Graphite refused to write,
Numerous first times when thou tried,
still couldn't ride,
But thou hast never given up, strived again,
& cemented thy reign,
Then why should thou quit, if thou failed in first love?
Indeed Thou won't hold gloomy memories & blub,
Love is everywhere & will be eternally,
Until thou succeed, just give it a whirl sequentially .......
Kookaburras
are found in Australia,
they are not pretty birds
with a lovely call,
but racous enough
to mistake it
for laughter, or even screams of amusement.
Kookaburras
love to ride kangaroos,
and sometimes
they hang on their tails,
so they make them run faster than tigers...
to scare the Tasmanian wolves away
resting on sun-dried hummocks of fresh excavations.
Kookaburras
scorn puling children,
the ones who are spoiled
enough to get what they want
by not eating pumpernickel,
but demand white bread...
watch the hungry kookaburras devour everything!
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