The rabbit wants to run.
Prance about the fields for fun
Show off its talent to someone
But its cage wont let it.
The rabbit dreams to be free.
Chase the butterflies and the bumble bees
Burrow by a big birch tree
But it has a limp.
The rabbit wishes to feast.
Snack on daffodils, feel like a beast
Hop away from the wild geese
But it has a clipped ear.
The rabbit hopes to be brave.
To finally leave this cage someday
Find the joy and glory it craves
But the rabbit drives the fear.
With the cage open.
With its limp healed.
With its ear fixed.
The rabbit still wouldn't run.
Why, rabbit, do you still wish to run?
THE LOOKING GLASS
(Down The Rabbit Hole)
To wish someone
You've never met
You'll never hold
To great regret
For time and space
To shrink and swell
Down the rabbit hole
You fell
Where Rabbits late
Will not wait
On questions
Quaint, so trivial
Where Queens insane
Would ask the same
But take your head
And soul as well
Hares and Hatters
Serving tea
With manners more
Than empathy
Where Turtles cry
A Phoenix flies
And dives
Into the burning sea
A Walrus wails
His empty pail
Fills with guilt
When all else fails
Where presents past
And futures last
The answers in
The looking glass
Nod to Lewis Carroll
.
My rabbit plays poker
He’s no joker
He knows how to bluff
and lots of other stuff
We split the winnings
which has him grinning
I told him 20/80 ~ stupid bunny
thought it was funny
The enemy knows the power of a hook.
One verse repeated got your whole world shook.
Because your ears are the gateway to an unseen realm.
Lead in a pencil becoming the ink from a well.
Escape room within the confines of a mind bass ackwards.
Sea horse in a bubble, Jessica Rabbit past her prime.
Thoughts cruising down dead end streets and round abouts for no apparent reason or rhyme.
Letting it flow in the changing of seasons.
I've sat within darkness, led by light back to freedom.
Brain set ablaze, while stumbling within a self made maze.
Thankful to the Lord my God, after how far I strayed.
Restored a mind which had become lost in the hallways of insanity. The mind itself had made.
Writing to find the keys of the rooms I've still no access.
Lead leading the process of imagination on paper.
I don't choose the muse
the muse chooses me
and when she appears
between my ears
I adopt the writer's role
and follow her
down the rabbit hole
never knowing
what I may find
is on my mind
but in time if I'm content
when penning punny poetry
with what passes for a poem
then it's good enough for me
With apologies to Lewis Carroll (1832 – 1898)
fresh cut grass for lunch
free roam of yard for awhile
cozy home under shed
I talked to the full moon last night
Diana told me a truth about the sun.
“He sees all, but isn’t always right.”
But she encourages him to have fun.
“We are siblings who hate to fight.”
Together, they live life on the run.
“In the sky, we bring you the light.”
On the grass hops a little wild bun.
a fox, young stag and rabbit walk into a hut
Who! Yelled a creepy guy we kind of named Nut
Isn’t it a bar, don’t you mean bar? A bar, right?
The fox, young stag and rabbit ran out of sight.
Howdy white rabbit have you seen
The summer sky today
The vastness of the blue and green
In shadowless array?
Or you’ve been busy all the time
Just for the habit of
Being busy, cause it suits you fine
You schedule must be tough
Although you’ve nothing else to do
But hear my hello
You are forgotten, aren’t you?
Don’t worry, start the show
Of coming late to some address
Where you were not invited
It is both sweetly meaningless
And seriously one-sided..
Go fikelela marung,
Oikemisetsa tsa godimo.
To reach the clouds,
set your sights above.
Go tswa mo go se tsebego,
o tsoma ditsela tse mpsha,
Step from the dark to find new paths,
O rotogela godimo,
o koba mellwane,
o dula gare mellwane.
And rise,
rewriting limits,
Living on the edge.
Amogela bophelo ka mo go lego ka gona.
Embrace existence exactly as it is
Ke tsoma tseo di sa tsebehego,
ke kgotsofetse tseo di tsebegego.
I chase the mysteries,
content with what is clear
“No, I don't want to”
he said, choking out a sob.
“. . .” she chuckled and smiled but it didn’t reach her eyes.
Red hand marks were left all over his body.
Only he could see them.
His voice is gone.
The shimmer in his eye dimmed.
The red marks only appear when she's around
Bite marks were left on the spot he keeps hidden.
He is a “rabbit”
She took something that can never come back.
She is a “Wolf”
“. . .” The sobs, yells, begging. Disappeared into the shadows
The “Wolf” ate the “Rabbit”
I am a rabbit born to race the wind,
My feet are quick, my shadow never stays;
I spring ahead where others lag behind,
Yet lose myself in strange, uncharted ways.
They say, “Be tortoise—slow and firm of pace,
For steady steps will always win the day.”
But I am neither built for that calm grace,
Nor meant to plod along a patient way.
What fate has cast me in this fleeting mold—
So soft, so swift, so bright in outward show?
A form that glimmers, charming to behold,
Yet falters when the final winds must blow.
I dash through life with promise in my stride,
Yet reach no end where victory resides.
Wolves are always the monster.
Rabbits are always the prey.
Not in this story, the prey is the wolf.
The monster is the rabbit.
But no one will ever believe the wolf.
The rabbit keeps biting at the wolf.
No one would notice it anyway.
The rabbit never has fangs.
Or so they thought.
The wolf never fights back.
The rabbit leaves deeper marks each bite.
The ache is never seen.
Today the wolf struck back at the rabbit.
That will not end well.
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*monster: everyone growls to the wolf with blind eyes*
*victim: everyone whispers to the rabbit*
Grid lock
traffic backed up for millennium
Rabbit holes in every lane
both ways.
No getting around them
102 degrees -hot tar dripping into pink lungs.
Buckle up and ramble on my good son.
Seams are coming undone
steamed into oblivion.
I ride a flat tired star
no time to jack anything up
I hear not a single harp.
No working parts left
flesh -metal -bone beside the burning road
time to dismount and hop along my good toad.
A million and one rabbit holes to go
I no longer hear those hazy harps of gold.
To make a binomial theorem from cabbage,
a rabbit invoked Boole and then Babbage,
which worked out easily,
for all powers but three.
He then used a carrot to advantage.
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