Happy comfortable cow refuses to give up the blue chair
May’s husband is pouting. It is his recliner!
Irritating moods are wafting around in the air.
He is nice, the cow says, but I am much finer.
May is trying to make peace, but there is a lot of whining.
The cow’s tushy is happy, she is eagerly pressing buttons and reclining.
May’s husband is threatening to get a tractor and pull the cow away.
This is a predicament for the easily bamboozled overexcited May.
Categories:
recliner, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Rhyme
Thank you for being there, dear friend, dear one.
Thank you for holding the giant dog on your uplift.
I am sorry about his weight, but we have to feed him.
Thank you for not breaking yet, I feel you will eventually.
But for now, you are perfect for this big galoot and me.
We love sitting on you to play word games or to draw.
We are keeping our paints and glitter glues in the studio.
So you can breathe easy about that unfounded fear.
We love it when you soak up the sunrays from the window.
When you are toasty warm and cushy when we sit.
You are an amazing friend, and we love you – the dog and me.
Thank you for being there, dear friend, dear one.
Categories:
recliner, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Personification
Around 9 A.M. it opened
a toast and brie-encrusted laptop
to watch surfboarding ninja squirrels
on YouTube. When it laughed
the birds in its head fell silent
as if some cave-ogre had spontaneously
combusted.
Its recliner groaned like a woman in late term.
It day-dreamed,
now and then it thought of sex,
but in a nonrealistic way.
Around 6 O’clock, Its mate came home
to inquire about, ‘its day’.
“Been working on a poem,”
it said.
Categories:
recliner, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Around 10 A.M. it opened
a toast and brie-encrusted laptop
to watch surfboarding ninja squirrels.
Its recliner groaned like a woman in late term.
Around six in the evening
Its mate came home
to inquire about, ‘its day’.
“Been working on a poem,” it said.
Categories:
recliner, poetry,
Form: Free verse
That first cup of java is there anything finer
Than the aroma that wafts past your nose at the diner
It's a joy unsurpassed
It's a sensory blast
But it's even finer sipping java in my recliner
Categories:
recliner, blessing,
Form: Limerick
I must admit I do enjoy watching the country unravel at times
that's what spices up a mundane life
makes us appreciate calmer times.
How I do enjoy watching the uncoiling mayhem
Martin looter kings and Drama queens
trying to ignite a darker form of change
(passive resistance and civil disobedience be damned).
How I do enjoy watching the uncoiling mayhem,
a combat sport at its very finest.
A twitchy thin blue battle line versus
a pulsing cluster of malcontents...
A mixologist's dream:
tumblers of tear gas
Molotov on the rocks
pockets of flaming shots -
Goblets of salt rimmed shattering glass -
whirling cherry bombs and baton.
Wrestling matches-naval shots and bloody Mary lips.
The blue man group atop Battle horses
sirens and flares inter-coursing...
Wish I had the balls to join in the fun.
but I do the next best thing,
steer my recliner-straight into the fracas.
Categories:
recliner, passion,
Form: Free verse
Dog shares recliner
Reluctantly
Pushing me
Toward the edge
Pretending she is
Asleep
Categories:
recliner, dog, fire, light,
Form: Free verse
The Recliner
Written: by Tom Wright
1/18/2016
Drifting toward slumber,
I meditated on earlier occurrences.
Shortly, dreams transported me
To an eerie place;
Where, at curbside, hopelessly I sat
As a pauper cloaked in rage;
Just then the Security Alarm went off,
And I was kidnapped by reality.
Leaving mind’s specter,
To crawl back into the shadows;
This captures my time
When its seventeen degrees outside.
Tom
Categories:
recliner, dream, nonsense, sleep,
Form: Free verse
That first cup of java, is there anything finer
Than the aroma that wafts past your nose at the diner
It's a joy unsurpassed
It's a sensory blast
But it's even finer sipping java in your recliner
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
recliner, joy,
Form: Limerick
That first cup of java, is there anything finer
Than the aroma that wafts past your nose at the diner
It's a joy unsurpassed
It's a sensory blast
But it's even finer sipping java in my old recliner
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
recliner, joy,
Form: Limerick
In my days as a graphic designer
My life could not have been finer
I drew pretty models
Then put on my goggles
And made love to them on my recliner
© Jack Ellison 2013
Categories:
recliner, humorous,
Form: Limerick