Romped Poems

Two Lifestyles

I saw a groundhog waddle out
From underneath the shed.
I guess that is the place he’s chosen
Where to lay his head.

I’m not too thrilled that he is there,
Though he won’t bother me.
When we are in the country,
That’s the way that things might be.

One year we had a mama fox
With kits who romped and played. 
As entertaining as they were,
Of them I was afraid.

Still, these are things I do not see
When in my New York space.
I’m glad there are two lifestyles
That I’m able to embrace.

Song of old age

Let me now sing the song of my old age,
All I recount now belongs to the past.
Since the noticed changes are far too vast,
Let this song be sung by a real sage.

This face, now so old, ugly, and wrinkled,
Once shone with a glow, bright and appealing.
Though no longer fine, smooth, and now peeling,
This same old skin was once never crinkled.

These eyes, now drooping, dimmed by poor vision,
Once sparkled with allure and shone pretty.
These hands were once fresh, smooth, and not gritty,
Though now shaky with loss of precision.

The mouth, now sunken and full of gnashers,
Was once bright in the glow of real teeth.
A life once like the vibrance of a wreath
Now whispers in the folds of old tatters.

These feet, worn and cracked, trudging so slowly,
Once romped in the bloom of youthful delight.
Though now calloused and bent, aching each night,
They carried dreams and walked them boldly.

My Darling Dachshund

A dauntless dachshund was my darling dog.
He was charmed to chase the cavorting frog.
He always ran and romped with great agility ,
For sniffing and smelling mice, he had a special ability.

He was rock black in shade and was very bold.
He stayed loyal and lively and never grew old.
His swaddling gait and swiveling move,
Brought much joy. From life, all boredom he did remove.

Safeguarded and shielded our home with a surveilling eye.
Lazily loitered with us under the lulling evening sky.
His sparkling starry eyes shone with joyful delight.
He sought snuggles and cuddles as if they were his right.

Sad, one day, our darling dachshund for ever departed.
Dropping his doggy duties, from us, he silently parted.
The memory of the magical moments he gave, merrily stays.
A faithful friend who gave us funny and festive days!

THE BLAME IS IN HIDING

She's probably still tied to her mum's apron,
But she definitely needed no chaperon,
So to Dubai she went for a competition,
With many of her mates from the same institution.

She suddenly became a sensation,
When behind a hotel door of a foreign nation,
She romped, 
Not with one but with many they bumped.

The story was whitewashed as a hype,
All over the internet was the tape,
Not of a ravished fellow,
But of shame with a joyful bellow.

She rode like a horse while others were there to cheer,
She stroked up and down as if on an armchair,
Bad parentage casually strolled each inch of the room,
Moral decadence boomed in the gloom refusing to sweep with a broom.

Then after, the mother came on air soaked in tears to blame all except self,
She dressed like for a funeral flanked by her own set,
Her pictures looked solemn but her wears had the hearts of a yippee,
She was just the carricature of the way her girl clothed herself as a groupie. 

Whilst the mother blamed the school,
The school in turn called the mother the fool,
Meanwhile, the society badmouthed them both,
But if at all there is a blame it is to everyone in this boat.

Wonder in the rain

In a gentle rain thoughts turned to you
seems so often that they do.. 
walking hand in hand 
our reflection held hands too.

Through puddles we romped and splashed   
as a child of a sudden summer squall
we, protesting youth 
ignoring the wonder in it all.

I sang from a place deep inside, a place of happiness,
but I can't sing, you knew..
my heart didn't care, you didn't show,    
smiling wryly.

Outside your front door, looked at the floor 
our eyes found each other    
they talked without words, 
about puddles left from the stars
those inconsolable stars.

Critterature: a Dragon and a Minotaur

The dragon and the minotaur are mythological creatures.
They romped and stomped in ancient tales
Of Greece, and Rome, and France, and Wales,
And have kept kids through the ages biting their nails,
But they shared no other features.
A lonely dragon, so the story goes,
Decided the rift was demeaning.
He thought it high time they both along,
And tried forging a bond between them.
But minotaurs, it seems, are bull-headed and mean,
And this one quipped he would never be seen
With someone whose skin was so scaly and green,
And whose breath was so fetid and foul and obscene.
The poor dragon blushed,
He turned red,
He turned blue,
Then he started to stutter, and stammer, and stew,
Which made the minotaur chortle, and bellow, and scoff,
Which at first startled the dragon,
Then just plain pissed him off,
And the very last thing the minotaur knew
Was the savory aroma of barbeque.

Moral:
A friend is the very preciousest thing,
And well worth the effort to get him.
So if a dragon should offer to be your best friend,
It's in your best interest to let him.

Sunrise, Sunset: Story Poem

The sun began to rise at the pale wink of dawn
just as the moon wearied and started to fade.
There were dappled rays spread across my lawn
then disappeared behind a maple forest glade.
Refulgent light hovered above earth at midday
while the moon rested before her nightly reign.
As people basked and romped all day in play,
celestial bodies pretend that it's sleep they feign.

The sun bowed and dimmed on the cusp of twilight
Awakening, were the cratered eyes of the moon.
A golden glow of sunset was ebbing before my sight
and Luna was rising with the trilling song of a loon.
Ra slipped into the sea as the horizon darkened.
Moonlight nodded to stars in a sky of midnight blue.
A deep sigh was heard; to the moon the sun harkened.
He whispered to her in their passing, "I bid you adieu."

Precious Memories

Under the Mulberry Tree
Is where you would always be
While I climbed ever so higher
you would stand and wait for me

I never realized why that was
It was incase I should ever fall~
You were ready for anything
while I experienced it all

From hunting Newts under boards
or chasing Squirrels up trees
And building cages to help me catch
every single bird I could ever see

From following all the boys around
to chasing rabbits through knee high grass
From trying to catch those rascally snakes
to hunting down all them Bats

And everytime I turned around
you were always near
Watching your precious little tomboy
as I romped around without a fear

Those were the careless days of childhood
but those days are in the past
And looking back now, after 18 years
I'm grateful that Precious Memories last

Even though you've been gone now some 18 years
I can still see them putting you in the ground
But all I have to do is close my eyes
and those endless childhood days come back around

Three Kittens Face a Tom Cat

Three kittens played outside one day        
While Puggy, the dog, stayed inside.        
They ran and romped, played hide and seek   
And practiced climbing trees.     
They had some fun chasing around
One another in fresh mowed grass
And  jumped up high at butterflies
That neither one could catch.
They played all afternoon in fun
But then upon their fence appeared
A big old cat…looked like a Tom
And didn’t look friendly.
He jumped down off their fence just when
Their dog Puggy had been let out
Who chase the Tom cat from their yard
While they all climbed a tree.
The kittens were all very glad
That someone had let Puggy out,
But, stayed up in their tree until
Puggy got called back in.

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Grand Uncle and I

Granduncle Rey was inimitable… uncommon.
He could make a story out of a passing wind
and have me crying, giggling like an imp--
this God-given knack could spin yarns  of myth
that even my siblings  rasp with bulging eyes ,
mouths wide as a crater, entranced from
delicate plots soaked  in mystery.

Every trail climbed one step away from anticipation,
but a story was a story, the larger the better…
how could a pirate turn into a lizard
or eve's starlight emerge as a queen?
It didn’t matter what the tale was about,
for between, “And then” and “Later on,”
my ears were sucked  deep into
another world beyond my own knowing.

Ambling on with this gifts of plums and gab,
my adolescent days romped with our exchanges--
his warm commentaries of asteroids, pharaohs,
and eternity made me a student of life,
that when he breathed last this year...I was ripped

only to build my own tales in life's center stage.


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On One of Life's Totally Insignificant Incidents

I was walking back home through a park tonight
when something happened that gave me fright.
A big dog romped up and placed its teeth round my heel
and then romped away without taking a bite.
Good thing this dog must have just had a good meal.

We Nature Romped

For Timothy Lee and Nature

I held my cherished man's hand with glee
as we strolled thru a lush field spread
towards a line of noble, old trees
that preened and cooled the river ahead.

Small pastel flowers dotted the bank
like romantic marks meant to lift hearts.
My perceived life stresses all fast sank
in nature that dressed in Eden's art.

Like freedom's children, we nature romped.

An Ill Fated Foursome

AN ILL FATED FOURSOME

There was once a giraffe called Flashy,
Had a girlfriend whose name was Sassy
In addition, had a mistress called Trashy
And the girlfriend, a lover called Splashy

They romped and played all of the day,
Not giving a care to criminals in their way,
For danger lurked whilst they just lay,
In a dreamy, erotic, sun drenched bed of hay.

Reality soon crept up on these randy four,
As predators came knocking at their door,
The pride of lions let out a delighted roar,
Licked their chops, a mess on the grassy floor!

La Dolce Vita, Opus One

La Dolce Vita  Part One 

How sweet life is, indeed!
The air we breathe, our nightly rest.
Think back about your very first
steps.
You played games outdoors with
your nose not stuck to a screen.
You romped in the woods ever so
merrily.
Days of conviviality with no fear.
Just endless days and nights
with parents and friends, we held
so very dear.
Life was just beginning for us.

Most of us went to Church and
learned who created the Universe.
We learned the Ten Commandments 
that applied to men and women...
one and all.

Our countries stood tall and 
proud. We loved our countries
proud of its flag and song.
Leaders were respected not
humiliated or the butt of jokes.

Times horribly transformed..
When God was shown the door
and our country and leaders
we abhor.
The New Bible is the deceitful and
devilish fourth estate,
That has made us hate each other
without reason or debate.

The time has come my friends
To get a grip, return to reality.
Love all and create a new world,
That is ours and for those yet to be.


June 10, 2019
4:30pm PST

What Did God Do On the Seventh Day

Six days of creation work was great
So, on day seven God took a little break.
He talked with Adam and talked with Eve.
He danced in awe in the gentle breeze.
He romped with the lion
And frolicked with the lamb.
He looked around the garden
And felt the gentle breeze.
He loved His creation and wanted a day of ease.

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