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Details | I do not know? | Causes Emotions As I sit and look through my opened window I realized that everything that breaths has emotions.. I looked at my plant and notice that if I don't speak to it and feed it not only with water but with love I would see that the leaves start drooping.. I looked at the colorful butterfly and I put my hand out and it came close to my hand but out of fear it flew away I put my head out of the window and noticed on the window seal that a few ants were marching by and when I put my hand out they scattered and ran away The cat jumped up to the window seal and I called to it and it came close and I rubbed her fur and it purred For all things that breath have emotions

Details | Narrative | Extreme Optimism Aside from the glorious colours of autumn It is my least favourite season of all four It foretells of another Canadian winter just around the corner I have seen 79 of them That's 79 too many! All my life, I've longed to live where A sweater was the most I ever needed to wear to feel comfortable Instead of fur lined jockey shorts and mukluks Fashioned from seal skin My life long dream has not materialized yet Still have 20 or more years to go What do you think my chances are To live in a warm climate before I reach the magic number 100? On a scale of “slim” to “a sure bet” Would you figure it would be somewhere in between Or as I predict... “a sure bet” Now that's what most would call extreme optimism Really, it's only 21 years from now I call it a done deal! © Jack Ellison 2014

Details | Ballad | The Selkie ~~~~` from the ocean , he comes .... ~~~~ Out of the waves the seal has come through froth and foamy seas to shed his skin and walk on land, his passions to appease. To find a maiden of his own to woo and gently please and once her heart is given him he'll head back to the seas. The lovely man who turns the heads of love lorn innocents, he is the Selkie of folk lore, who leaves, but not repents. The Selkie comes to woo the heart, his passions to appease, then leaves the maid in tears, bereft, and heads back to the seas. Out of the waves the Selkie comes, sheds fur to walk as man. He plays around with human hearts, his temporary plan. Out of the sea a Selkie walks. Do not fall 'neath his spell for he will not remain on land. It's in the sea he'll dwell. ~~~ for Debbie Guzzi's 'Creepy Irish Creatures' contest ~~~

Details | Verse | Awaiting My Fate I sit astride a large rock awaiting a mate Viewing my kingdom from this lofty place Shuffling my belly to get comfy I wait My eyes are looking out making sure all is safe My colony is large for protection it seems that man, is the most likely to end our dreams. Large killer whales and sharks are waiting off shore but on land we are hunted for our fur. Each year “our ocean” is getting small Soon no place for us to live as before We were there when the navy had our need Why don’t they protect the area we feed. In water parks they teach us tricks Happy we are to oblige for a few fish Safe and protected well we might be But we would rather be wild and free Soon cubs will be born suckled by the mums We are mammals of the sea providing milk for them Great mounds of fish daily I eat This is the one thing which will seal my fate. I am a Sea Lion penned 2/2/2017

Details | Quatrain | Free Cee Mrs Society Wears It To All Formal Events This Made My Girlfriend Weep MRS. SOCIETY WEARS IT TO ALL FORMAL EVENTS So they trekked up the mountain covered with snow surrounded by white with only one place to go they were headed for a place where money could be made but the job they do leaves so many squealing and afraid spurs on their shoes and the dollar sign in their eyes each step brings them closer to the clear blue skies ice picks, shovels and the all important implement and none of these men deserve any form of compliment footsteps bring them nigh to their prey because this is a job with mighty good pay it just requires heartlessness and a dark heart with selfishness playing it's specious part suddenly they come into vision at rest just living snowballs about to face their final test mallets and hammers paint the white with red so Mrs. Society can wear the fur of a baby seal beaten until they were dead © 2012.....copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~

Details | Quatrain | Free Cee Mrs Society Wears It To All Formal Events MRS. SOCIETY WEARS IT TO ALL FORMAL EVENTS So they trekked up the mountain covered with snow surrounded by white with only one place to go they were headed for a place where money could be made but the job they do leaves so many squealing and afraid spurs on their shoes and the dollar sign in their eyes each step brings them closer to the clear blue skies ice picks, shovels and the all important implement and none of these men deserve any form of compliment footsteps bring them nigh to their prey because this is a job with mighty good pay it just requires heartlessness and a dark heart with selfishness playing it's specious part suddenly they come into vision at rest just living snowballs about to face their final test mallets and hammers paint the white with red so Mrs. Society can wear the fur of a baby seal beaten until they were dead © 2012.....copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~

Details | Free verse | Blue Fur The beautiful sight, the sun immaculate We walked into the pet store Not knowing what was to come One look at her, and she filled my heart Her eyes glimmered like the ocean blue As she pranced around her cage Hoping that today someone would take her home Her fur was like a winters blanket so soft Its grayish blue color memorized me The warmth in her body made my heart beat She “purred” for me as she nestled in my arms I felt like I knew her, but this was the first time Her nose as precious as the streak of white That ran down her back, her meow so subtle Patience so sweet, nothing was wrong on the outside But on the inside she was sick Her presence like a baby Fought daily to live, and harder to love How could I have ever known she carried a disease I wanted her with me, but was too afraid For a cat as special as her, I never wanted to lose Her presence touched my heart, And signed her seal in my soul

Details | Free verse | Polar Bears For eight months she carried her twins only to give birth in her arctic snow den for 18 months the cubs will suckle her milk and a year later the cubs will finally venture out, Her male cub grew to be 6 feet tall on all fours but standing up he's a majestic four feet more his sister a bit smaller but loves her seal meat too bear noses smelling the seals 20 miles away on the floes, They're insulated with blubber underneath their white fur with paddle like huge paws when they want to swim able to swim 60 miles if they're desperate for food their designed for arctic swims as a general rule, But these beautiful animals are becoming endangered less ice means less seal meals to sustain them becoming more dependent on other food sources such as reindeer, vegetation, whale remains and rodents, The Inuit arctic people still hunt them for food but the hunting is regulated which is very good these solitary polar bears need to be protected or the 25,000 left will be gone forever. 11-23-17

Details | Rhyme | The Three Legged Cat The Three Legged Cat By Franklin Price 2/9/2016 The three legged cat, a sight to see, a long haired Siamese, a Seal Point there is no mistake, it's outside in the freeze. It came up to our back porch; knocked on the doggie door, said, “Could I come inside tonight? It's cold, I do implore” My wife's a real cat lover, her eyes were sadness filled, Said, “We have a box and blanket, a small shelter we could build.” I guess I'm just a softy; especially when it comes to her. I'm thinking, “It's a long haired cat. That's why it has it's fur”. You know that I relented. We got the blanket and the box; Made a shelter for the Siamese; Even got a pair of sox. Put the shelter on the covered deck on the lee side of the wall. She enticed the cat to go inside all she had to do was call. We left it looking curiously, As only cats can do And as we went into the house I think it meowed “ Thank you”. Now it's early morning We don't know where it's at Probably went home last night It was the neighbor's cat.

Details | Free verse | Oh Sweetest Breeze Carry Me Home Oh sweetest breeze carry me home to fields of nectar-green So I may rest my tired back against the gentle old oak tree I'll carve my name into its trunk and seal it with my love I blow a kiss with painted lips that match the colour of my heart. And when the moon deceives the dusk with its persistent glowing light Those unique limbs will reach for me to keep me safe, they will protect me in the wild. I'd nestle 'tween their tender strength as spuming stars fill up the night. And when at dawn the sun will rise with molten gold warming my eyes This skin will bathe in drops of dew dripping from leaves of painters' sleeves splashed with a glossy silver-hue. The birds will fly out of their nests cloaked in their fur red-breasted dress They 'll sing to us,along we'll sway like fresh-cut blossoms blooming in May. Oh sweetest breeze carry me home to fields of nectar-green So I may rest my tired back against the gentle old oak tree . Oh sweetest breeze where is that place, Where Is the place I call my own Is there a voice , Is there a wind Is there an oak tree calling me home?

Details | Free verse | In a Land Far Away On an easy breezy day in a land far away, it came to pass that a polar bear mother gave birth to a roly-poly ball of fur, in a den dug deep into a bank of snow and earth. No doubt, the cub wanted to go out to play in the sunlight, but the freezing Arctic winds made it spend its days curled up with mom, warming up next to her fur. But before long, it was strong enough to tag along with mom and explore the great outdoors. And when the time came, it was eager to scout out its frozen domain. The glaring sunlight off the white snow hurt its eyes, so, it had to take it nice and slow, hiding in a nook, watching mom kill a seal and drag it back to the den. One day snowflakes started falling from the sky, it didn't know why, nor did it care. However, the cold water was beckoning it to jump in, for it instinctively knew how to swim. It wasn't long before it paddled out to the ice flows, its heart, beating at a steady pace. And there it learned to hunt seals with muscles of steel, sleek and trim. In this land far away, polar bears are no more, they're either in zoos to be bred, or dead onshore. The ice flows melted, and with no place to hunt they disappeared without warning one morning. (Free Verse) 8/16/2018

Details | Free verse | Suffusion of Profuse Elation Ah...herewith ma usual dose of pablum from this meal lee mouthed muttering doggerel wordsmith, who now writes... so here's the deal, which reiterates a former zeal namely, the pleasant feel ling within this humble congenial chap - thanking quasi fans heel ling muss card (scarred) psyche poetically donning kneel ling com pose sure (Colin Kapernick phonetic style, him an implacably steel) lee strong willed up standing heal dug into grid iron, albeit graciously poised ex NFL seal sincere kick starter, - who nar squelched Nike ethereal swooshing sensation (trumping formalities - "FAKE" dis claim er: "an anti-white rant") unreal unsolicited accolades, he garners plaudits, perhaps stern prow esse harbored within angular chiseled features duet to har monic converging multiracial allele more so than this undeserved reasonable rhyming scrivener, who expresses gratitude, sans mine quirky poetics do appeal (Ozzy kin see), viz crazy train of thoughts loudly clattering within thine fracked corporeal weal. Every last drop of fair blood, sweat, and duct tear via this hurt locker hair brain scheme - exhaust ting air supply, none the less doth cheer fully, and willingly oblige mine moody blue (oyster cult) route expressway gear ring cog knish shun en dear ring non vain err row'n nee us heart felt ego boosting flair courtesy (additionally asper this mare reed snoop doggy dawg) veer, really tantamount in tandem, sans 'ere glad a$$ knight, and the pups (chess, non queer, yule less lee) though rare lee emerges, while holed up in Grendel's lair, viz bone a fide attempt, aye didst aim, square lee, via ma stiff pointer sisters wear illy to stitch metered faux paw prayer reign hounds sing golden ear ring three dogged (arf fathers art in heaven...) mutter ring loud and clear pro noun sub bull dog gone heart worm ming aire wharf (fore art thou bow wow wing) sere bus ling three dog night, and tare re: not e'en if yer adrip as a bit chin heat let us whip pet smart and bark where, umlaut no longer able e'en with mad dame butterfly, (a poor cage'n pooch sheen nee dear) on par as excalibur with difficulty loosed fur over, thus conclude this tall tail excelsior.

Details | Rhyme | I Just Have To Let It Be Said I JUST HAVE TO LET IT BE SAID Never ending steps, leading down this cliff side. Weather worn and beaten, by winds and rising tides. Twisting and turning, on down to the beach I go. Grabbing tufts of marram grass, to steady myself to below. Black legged Kittiwakes and Gannets alike, nesting in the cliffs crannies, such a rare sight. Yonder on the horizon a fishing boat does bob, setting off home; after a hard days job. Followed by Gulls awaiting on their tip bits, in its endeavour a Gull never quits. Like a cursed cloud following the boat home, in the aftermath of the boat's engine foam. I see young seal pups calling for their Mothers, in their soft silky fur of creamy white colours. The sky with its lovely palest blues, clouds with their streaks of sun yellow hues. A light breeze that only pleases, with your hair, it pleasantly teases. the sandy beach, as reached. I arrive, so alive. Boots off, the sand between my toes; this is my time, where anything goes. Now with my bare feet in the water; I feel the soft gentle ebbI know I’ll get a good night’s sleep when I get home to bedScents, sounds, and visions, as now all inside my headSo happy, as to where my walk has had me leadTime spent reminiscing of a life passedso many memories amassedAll let go with the windA new life to begin Now; it's off back up those cliff steps, I now so tiredly have to tread. sometimes; there is a gift in solitude, I just have to let it be said . . . Indiana Shaw . . . "I think, I will dedicate this one to, Darlene" . . . : ) Image by Free photos - Pixabay

Details | Rhyme | Please Help Yarn Hexed Door Neighbor Please help yarn hexed door neighbor... Yours truly pinned down by invisible vestiges of coronavirus and getting attacked from angry plague of buttons, plus huge spools of yarn grossly mistook me for human sock to seal and line with something foreign sewing lips impossible mission even to force out supercalifragilisticexpialidocious (even ventriloquist like) argh gosh darn smarting with horse sense Equus caballus hilariously snorting cuz door left ajar allowing, enabling, and providing exit from out the barn. H. Ty Warner's ingenious imaginative creations (a craze that swept America circa second half of ninety nineties - and furious at their worthlessness today) hungry carnivorous, ferocious, insidious, ludicrous, opprobrious... anything but innocent looking playthings, where sharp hairs bristle, kindle, and ruffle and upper and lower sharp teeth engage abandoned beanie baby brood massive collections spouse accrued, when said toys all the rage uttered courtesy buttoned down sage at auction in two thousand twenty two might look as small fortune worth a few thousand dollars no matter adamantly refuse being sold to highest bidder. Beanie Babies from exclusive events, the Original Nine designs, first-generation releases, and even toys with tag errors can fetch a pretty penny in the collector's market. Overrun livingsocial hotmail by teddy bears and beanie babies bright idea of zee missus aye air without any last thread bare bequeathing, dedicating, forwarding aforementioned merchandise to whomever subtly nods head so beware (yes if you barely shake noggin) that automatically translates as goodies non-negotiably sold to thee signed, sealed and delivered courtesy wordsmith duck quacking Doctor Demento, who forewarns patrons to clear out and vacate premises asap lest malingerers experience testament becoming subjected to she/her addressed as gaseous spouse id est "my little buttock blaster” dear surviving kin who ranks holy smokes - for obvious reasons, and before she begat two 'ere rip press ably lovely daughters), anyway thee wife I fear to publicize, she contracted benign strain sans incurable glare to this knit wit – if anyone kin hear ring house cleaning malady, thus far no unpronounceable hair who offers chance to jeer wag middle finger quite visibly near heck – even call guardian angel on wing and prayer or rumplestiltskin with tiny ear splitting flatulence sounding rear help rescue me, who will button his lips I swear with duct tape and mouth sealed with ropy hemp painstakingly made courtesy “I hate boys” under wear now quick travel back in time from this year. Come breathe with Justin, he sports nuff timber alive analogous rock of Gibraltar to belay lake nsync with Beastie Boys viz Bay City Rollers Culture Clubbing babes upon spring day engrossed in this, that, or some other sweeping floor foray (linkedin to Velveteen Rabbit) shedding gun metal gray filled stack of hay winter coat when warmer temperatures arrive, where humongous fur clumps lay comprising sudden empty raft of shelf space minus a may which event no picnic in may nor pleasant as per needled zing globules, oh... lemme get on track, whence frenzied fever "cleaning bug" nee major virus afflicting wife necessitates impossible task strapping former bachelorette feisty Norwegian farm gal straight laced as a yellowjacket livingsocial within droning hive, be game to play 24/7 challenged, I unsuspectingly quickly sink oye which nearest prey happened to be yours truly, destined to get submerged as black lagoon creatures’ pray trending and feigning solution to null solution e quay I hired devious skullduggery Smokey and Bandits), an imp posse sub bill outlaw gang), who lived lichen Aristo cur Rat along the quay boot tiring and cruel task of her life Yukon say shun didst tax patience for today doth not wish to witness condemned self to uber fifth dimension housing after lives like tiny Tim plays ukulele, where eye espy which unpredictable timeframe remaining lifetime sans wife oy vey would frank lee zap every last oomph of mine if able to remain with spouse meanwhile she obliviously proverbially plucks persistently sprouting stranded follicles tiller broad forehead resembles a minuscule tarmac way Kantian fractal facial expressions where disembodied spirits sup on diet of worms and whey whose effervescent essence invisible as an x-ray sewing seeds of life and white lily repeated onslaught with buttons and yarn ah feign YAY.