Short Playing Possum Poems

Beware the bug playing ‘possum; especially if it bites or stings!
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Winter is surly.
Eagerly early,
Spring overtakes.
Not left behind
I hurry to find
Clippers and rake.
Each bud and blossom
Quits playing possum.
Appearances make.
Responsive resurgence,
Fixed on fast forward,
Nature awakes!

By: Joyce Johnson
1/28/10...

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Silently signaled,
Eagerly early
Spring overtakes
Not left behind
I hurry to find
Clippers and rakes.
Each bud and blossom
Quits playing possum
Appearance makes.
Responsive resurgence, 
Fixed on fast forward,
Nature awakes.

By: Joyce Johnson


Won 2nd place...

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and so it begins…

I lay here dormant
playing possum
peeking warily
and wearily
beneath the rotted leaves
of Autumn’s glory
testing the air
with a daring shoot
telescopically assessing
the tenor of the wind.

Oh, how I long for her
time’s temptress
warm breath
tantalizing my need
beckoning me
come forth my darling
all is well.

©2/7/2019

And So It Begins Poetry Contest
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I like travelling a lot 
that’s why people are
often giving me guilt trips.

I like to drill and dig holes
that’s why people always bore me.

I like playing possum
that’s why life often passes me by.

I paint a lot in red
that’s why people often catch me 
red-handed painting the town red.

I am old-school and like to
hitch rides on horse-drawn cart
but fall off the wagon often.

I bite off more than I can chew 
And I am hanging onto life now
by the skin of my teeth....

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