Short Perked Up Poems
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There once were two elderly vicars
Who had unreliable tickers
But they perked up no end
When they saw a lass bend
And got a good view of her knickers
An owl’s hoot was heard in the wind today
My ears perked up and my blood ran cold
Sounded close but may have been far away
An owl’s spiritual quest never grows old
Hearing the word “genitalia” on the subway
Immediately perked up thinking of love's ballet
Cupping my ears
Trying hard to hear
As they exit, I follow, not my stop to my dismay
You came from dark hibernation of cold
with sun-starved chilled memory shadows old.
To melt your gelid gloom
I fired hearth of my room,
livened by warmth you perked up in my fold.
In the sunshine on the living-room rug
Sparkles was asleep in the sun
How I longed to give her a hug
He ears perked up from her sleep
When she heard a Dove's sing
Quickly she bounded
To the glass door
On the floor
She sat
Stared
Paws on the windowsill, waiting for me
Ears perked up at the jingle of keys
Treats disappear with lightning speed
Dirt on the floor, but I don’t mind
Over and over, he’s one of a kind
Goofy grin, tongue out, tail wagging behind
Torn-up bear, stuffing all around
Once his favorite, now battle-worn and brown
You’d think it still squeaked by the way he pounces down
You cannot groom yourself.
You cannot manage your own fur.
Though you are sometimes neat,
Your mop of hair
Has become mere prey in a cat's eyes.
The structure of my head
Wafts the wind away,
And my perked-up Batman ears
See right through unseen intentions.
I run. I leap.
When my whiskers find their calm,
I look back behind me.
Yet even then, my jellybeans
Are always preparing
For a sudden counterattack.
I heard the chanting but thought it was drumming
Was it the trees? My ears perked up a bit higher.
I wanted to know who or what was in the woods.
It was an enchantress, lost in a song of her creation.
She saw me not, as she wandered past, making music.
I am not magical, but I recognize mysticism when I hear it.
Melodic notes amazed me with her cosmic connection.
The woods seemed more alive than ever; she was a keeper.
Standing in the doorway, somewhat dishabille,
the neighbor's cat had staked out my grill.
The night before we'd barbecued
some fish and fries and other food.
And now the smells lingering still,
perked up that puss like a pep pill.
At first, I heard disquietude
stalking my deck with attitude.
And in her eyes, a look to kill;
I gave her space with no ill-will.
Out of that grill flew mouse and brood.
What happened next? Cat came unglued.
February 12, 2021
Tap, Tap, Tap
Tiny scruffy shoes
Awaiting small waiflike feet.
Pining to explore.
Tattered from walking,
Adoring the exploring.
Providing comfort.
Two lonely black shoes
Amusing both days and nights.
Praying for delight.
Tiny shoes now rest.
Anticipating new dreams.
Pretending to sleep.
Tomorrow she comes.
And slips tiny feet inside.
Proudly perked-up souls –
Two happy black shoes
Anxiously begin the day.
Playfully happy –
© Dane Smith-Johnsen
April 17, 2010
My ears perked up at Bauer
When the radio talked sports.
A player for the Indians,
By all the news reports,
Was set to pitch Game 2
(The Series winding towards the end)
When he had a "pinkie laceration,"
Needing time to mend.
He'll get to start Game 3, they hope,
His hobby left alone,
For Trevor Bauer's injury
Was blamed upon his drone.
When baseball Bauers hit the news,
(I've 2 of them to thank)
I won't claim kinship to the drone guy,
Just to Cousin Hank!*
(not true!)