Lythe
Salvations droplets
My Elder Sisters Coven
Craven images devout plights
Nestled as high
Illusive runts
"I want you to diffuse
Christ's ******** Kevin"
Stain them
The little cats all look up to the terrible lion.
If they do not pay homage, he may eat them.
He gobbles the weakest runts and the old ones up in big bites.
Letting them know what he thinks of them, bullying and snarling.
Why do we look up to this guy? One of the smaller one asks.
Because it may save our life someday another one says.
But what if we all banned against him and stood up to him?
He is king of beasts, and we are mere kittens. Don’t be ridiculous!
So, the big bully gets powerful and looked up to,
And we get smaller and smaller, being eaten one at a time?
Now you understand, the fearful cat said.
I knew you would.
The greatest poets I've read, all conceive they're runts...
The little ones I've read all imagine them immense....
They were wavy heart told,
there was a silver star-shaped pot of gold
at the end of the hellstorm rainbow
This was the time-honored
private talk
to the latest crop
of pawn fodder privates
Battlefield grunts on the frontline
A pact of brothers
of diverse colors
in the Death Metal Band
Human shield runts in the chain-of-command
The General consensus was,
the grieving families would annuity understand
But the living remnant,
the broken pieces of bloodied memories
They reaped the iron-copper riches of the sword,
the carnage cursed misfortune of war
The hailed heroes were uniformly told,
there was a halo-shaped pot of gold
at the end of the cluster explosion glow
What was left unsaid:
Was how to live
with shrapnel in the soul —
Faceless collateral
on the stained coins
of valorous tears
Buried inside the chest
Tainted treasure of splattered images
Regrettably,
so beggarly numb to forget
10-15-21
The last place to find what you want!!
The Garden of Action is where you must hunt.
Hoping is not powerful, and it's made for runts.
You will discover nothing at all brilliant.
In the Garden of Action is your strongest steed.
Planting your seeds for your goals you must do.
Nobody is coming to do it for you.
You need purpose, alacrity and lightning speed.
Those poets in contests here, write to win!
They are not drinking lemonade, living in the wishing glade.
They planted their entries, with their pens as a spade.
They live in production and give us shining inspiration.!
5/4/2021
~2~
Majestic evergreens, ramrod tall, towering over the fence they border
Long-ago runts, thirsting for water, struggling for their place in the sun
Bought for a pittance, a young man's dreams egging them on
Now he's older, they've left him behind, stumbling in their wake
As they fight back against the chill Spring wind, headstrong as he once was
His laughter parting the very skies, pleading for Nature to take her course
What's fair and right we oft dismiss
While clinging to our prejudice.
But biggest biases of all
Are aimed at us, the short and small.
What's tall or towers people praise,
But opposites get no bouquets.
Short applicants are shown the door,
And folks the undersized ignore.
You call us names that really hurt
Like small fry, shorty, shrimp, and squirt.
And pygmies, peewees, half-pints, runts
And dwarf and midget are affronts.
You should not judge on size alone.
James Madison could hold his own.
Attila was a little Hun.
Napoleon was number one.
I look you squarely in your knees
And ask politely would you please
Become a bit more circumspect
And give to us our due respect.
To terminate this diatribe,
If tales some heroes would describe
As "little, dark, and handsome," then
Perhaps I'll not complain again.
(But pale and homely people might.)
Rickity Ragity by James Edward Lee Sr.
Rickity risked
rags while rolling rolls
role playing rogues
rose roused rubbing
rubbish right handed
ricochet retained objective
Rickity Ragity is his full name
He is a rabbit who ain't ashamed
Sewing and gambling is his game
retaining ripen red roses
russet runts running mates
ripping rip roaring while showing
rhinoceros repelling lions swag
Rickity Ragity is his full name
He is a rabbit who ain't ashamed
Sewing and gambling is his game
Rickity girlfriend is a chinchilla
who lives in the villa
her name is Regina
and she likes ruba-shakes
sipping on organic carrot laden coffee cake
recovering reaction reckoning
Rickity buys licorice
Rickity risked ricochet retained objective
Sewing and gambling is his game
rhinoceros repelling lions swag
Rickity Ragity is his full name
He is a rabbit who ain't ashamed
Sewing and gambling is his game
Rickity Ragity is his name
12/06/17
DAMSEL CAUSING DISTRESS
The knight errant sent for me, but I’ve gone missing
For three days now, while he’s composed a ditty:
In the tide of feminism I still haven’t given up kissing
Being what is termed fatalistically pretty -
But I can be the ‘no’ that makes for nice
When his flame burns under his boiler suit,
Then I’m decently torpid like a fish on ice
Where the guts need to go when the runts root -
A pillowing breast, my nightcap a soliloquy
To hell with his billowing sails and pregnant ships
Let him go, this guy who’s got everything but me
With his big thighs, big legs, big hips -
All the things we women should shun
Save satin, silk, squirm, sperm, and …sun.
(c) Rosemarie Rowley
From IN MEMORY OF HER (2008)
ANOTHER DAY ANOTHER JOVIAN * DOLLAR
Strolled down to the café to meet the guys,
The braves as we call ourselves in vain.
Get a breath of fresh ammonia from the skies
Maybe a whiff of methane.
Not many red men left now to stand .
White earth dudes tried to kill off all
Of us native Joviandians and
Take whole of Jupiter for themselves in thrall.
Space the final frontier, by Jove
Not moving west now but out.
Treaties made and broken. Where can we rove?
They killed off all the jovalloes, used to roam about.
Even our Jovian satellites are exploited for metals or oil,
And hey, look what happened to the Great Red Spot:
Filled up with earth guys. They have technology for our soil -
Of course, now renamed the Great White Spot.
Still they all must live in a strong steel cavity
Like a captured earth species avian.
Small runts who can't stand up in our big gravity
Makes us jovial Jovians.
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*Jovian = adjective relating to planet Jupiter
To my friend
I love when you bring me down
Dropping me onto the floor
Headfirst
While my hands are forever bruised
With the shape of your fingers
Midnight, down in my room
Paint fumes, runts, waste
Sticks, non-toxic taste
Notes on squares small
And I love it all