Frantic meows and urgent leading
show me the way to the food container
"Meow, meow, meow" translates as
"Feed me, feed me, NOW!"
So, I do and give him a few head rubs
as he devours the food and begs for more
Categories:
rubs, cat,
Form: Free verse
My ears ring as I sit in the loft
and the sun shines through haze.
It rained last night and I know
it will rain again. I’ve already
checked through my emails
embracing my ritual to start the day.
The house cat rubs against my leg
until I allow it onto my lap.
I visited a friend yesterday
and we sat outside
while he talked about his ailments.
I mentioned the one I lost
and the break-up that haunts me.
He asked if I’d love again.
Heck no, I said,
but then again, maybe.
We both agreed
that we bear our ages
and that’s better
than the other choice.
Today I go for a drive
taking in the scenes
I’ve grown to love.
As I hold the steering wheel
they whisper by the passenger window.
Just past a line of trees
The Mississippi stirs, an endless flow
as it streams through my life.
Categories:
rubs, age, appreciation, august, friendship,
Form: Free verse
humor smooth and soft
gently rubs the hot conflict,
preventing friction.
Categories:
rubs, conflict, humor,
Form: Haiku
Feeling nostalgic
for the simplicity
of childhood;
before innocence rubs off
and defines us.
Categories:
rubs, age,
Form: Other
Brackish lichen forms a raft upon the pond,
a low haze floats like a moored airship.
Small frogs chirrup sotto-voce
as if they were
dreaming sparrows.
Water birds dabble in their sleep.
Soon the sun
will dash across a drop of dew
bursting dams of light.
A fisherman in his truck
drinks his coffee,
rubs his eyes and smacks his lips.
He grabs rod and tackle,
hopes fat fish are lazily
rising.
Feathers shake off waterlogged shadows,
wings slap the groggy face of the pond,
ripples splash up
to rinse the air.
Coots and Plover call
until the water
awakes.
Categories:
rubs, poetry,
Form: Free verse
They're knocking at me door
In the middle of the night
They're knocking at me door
Giving me an awful fright.
They taking me
To a camp where
Ashes fall like black snow.
I'll not be overjoyed
By goose-stepping boys
With boots to their knees, oh hey,
And brown shirts and billy clubs
Cheese grater belly rubs
Coming to take me away.
Categories:
rubs, abuse, america, betrayal, holocaust,
Form: Political Verse
as though endless life
ants and anthills rise and fall ---
midst snake intrusions
Categories:
rubs, life, nature,
Form: Haiku
The waves&her
Along the waves she ambles
Prevailing the ocean elysian
The longing feel of a hiraeth
Sensual, her cheeks aflush; An inamorata.
She gently rubs her eyes and sees-
the bewitching phosphenes:
Ludic, And apricate.
Among the waves she stood, in-stillness.
The aurora reflecting on her eyes.
In werifesterias, she questions and halts,
The alexithymia she relishes
Then she ruminates with a glee.
The ocean flows mellifluous-
Dulcet. So orphic.
Away from the waves she walks,
Ephemeral, on the way to her metanoia
Absquatulate.
Categories:
rubs, 12th grade, appreciation, assonance,
Form: Free verse
Light throbbing in the heart of darkness
Shakes its density and solidity
Dawn lengthening towards morning
Mops up darkness slowly
Shadows vanish
In its brightness
It rubs them off the bodies
Of men and furniture
Lion, camel, orangutan and tiger;
Light focused on cave
Clears the obscurities
Light of reason removes
The stumbling blocks of superstition
Light of knowledge conquers ignorance
Light of conscience deals with narrowness
Pushing it towards broadness and righteousness
Light broadens the narrow space of the heart
Leads it towards benevolence
Pride and prejudice, niggardliness vanish
With the white purity
Of the effulgent Divine light
The light of lights!
It hovers round us
Flashes with higher consciousness
In search of us groping in the dark
Near us comes it giving chance to embrace
Sure it is that we move pulled towards it
Let that light grace us towards fulfillment.
Categories:
rubs, light, prayer, uplifting,
Form: Verse
The speaker of the poetry verse…
tra-la-la happy
or spinning on bicycle
endlessly seething
the poet’s plotting
the speaker’s demise or life
without permission
…is in dread
the poet rubs her palms
wiggles her fingers in dupe
haiku in motion
the reader forgets
the muse is behind the gears
the film’s flickering
…resigned to my whims
somewhere the poet
is hidden in the message
in darkness and light
the speaker
of the poetry verse
is in dread
resigned to my whims.
reader deciphers
shuffling pages & pages -
the muse or poet?
up to you reader
make me ill or be amused
it’s all up to you
resigned to my whims, is in dread of the poetry verse - the speaker.
Categories:
rubs, humor, muse, poetry,
Form: Verse
The rash upon my wrist
awaits the railroad track
Nail
to penetrate my flesh
and
hang.
The cabooseman rubs his white gloves together
waiting to pass the railroad
Mail Station
and catch the white bag
that
hangs.
And onward the Train travels through
the tunnel of Hell
and then up the railroad tracks
to the Heavens where stars
hang
like lightbulbs.
Categories:
rubs, allegory,
Form: Free verse
birds sing
on wing
big yawn
at dawn
sun's out
no doubt
sunrise
rubs eyes
gets up
makes cup...
of tea,
felt free!
Categories:
rubs, imagery, morning, poetry,
Form: Footle
It is a tale known throughout the ages
Of how a hunter ventured into the woods
In search of a doe.
And not just any doe,
But rather the most beautiful,
Wild,
And graceful of them all.
A doe that strutted across the evergreen
on slender legs that held her frame
as whistling winds converged on the scene.
The hunter squatted,
Scouted,
Waited,
Scaling the woods for the scrapes and rubs
And when he discovered the bedding
And caught the first sight of her
Upon the mound,
The hunter reached to aim his gun
But found himself enamored,
Spellbound.
That trophy hunter,
Stalker,
deer murderer,
Felt his chest heave and from his forehead
Escaped the sweat
Of a man who found love at first sight.
For she was such marvel to behold
He feared that his bodily scent
would alert her sensitive nose,
That she would bound away
Far, far away as if on magical toes.
He held his breath
For all the years he hunted
None more elegant existed
in his wildlife land of does
Categories:
rubs, nature,
Form: Narrative
Mom
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
MOM !!
My first shout out loud...
Where is my metal
When i am weak
Where is my coastline
From the deep...
Where is the fountainhead
Of our parenthood
Her heart is never locked
She rubs my ear
When I fear
With vow to love me
In solemn oath.
Where is my flawless
My entire vital wrap
My loyal guardian..
Who makes me golden.
My blanket when
I am cold..
MOM !!
I shout out loud...
Where is my trumpet call
In her shawl
She shouts from the hall
Our pact is unbreakable
In my babyhood of
Sore, cut and bleed
She be my nurse.
The jaundice, fever and the pox
She cure's it all away
Where is my night call
The tissue to my cry
My songster so enjoyable
Who tucks me in with lullabye
Where is the little
That I know
From the one that brought
Me up to grow
MOM !!
I shout out loud...
Dad you are my food cart
Your place is high
In the house..
But MOM is my
My shout out loud...
First hero in this world
And my first cry out for help
Will always be ..
MOM !
My triumphant call.
Categories:
rubs, age, celebration, child, hero,
Form: Free verse
There's a little bug on my shoulder
But it won't go away
There's a little bug on my shoulder
I shrug
But I guess it's here to stay
There's a little bug on my shoulder
It's starting to itch
There's a little bug on my shoulder
I wish somebody would kill the son-of-a-
There's a little bug on my shoulder
That's making me want to die
There's a little bug on my shoulder
I hear his busy buzzing everyday
And sometimes at night, I cry
There's a little bug on my shoulder
I plead that someone will take it away
There's a little bug on my shoulder
It's depression and anxiety rubs off on me
EVERYDAY!
Categories:
rubs, anxiety, cry, depression,
Form: Lyric
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