Short Shifters Poems
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SATURDAY
The 10th of April
the sun rose
yawning
shadows stretched
as blinking winds moaned.
Night shifters scurried home
day shifters chirped.
A tired moon napped
in an evergreen.
John G. Lawless
©4/10/2021
Star to let
to a cat lover
and friend of
less perfect dahlias,
to putter-outers of
unwashed milk bottles;
to curtain shifters
and spectacle sinkers,
to all those gods
in Victoria`s long terraces
all waiting for
the flat upstairs.
Observe and see
This world truly:
What do you see?
Change marks clearly
And what of dreams?
That plot and scheme
Who is better?
That go-getter!
Does style matter?
Feel knows better
Is fast smarter?
Change breaks clusters
Shape-shifters jerk
The true man works
Live each day well
Sine-qua-non tells
Leon Enriquez
19 June 2015
Singapore
I was a nervous young fawn
Tasting sweet April grass in a lovely meadow
Sensing danger, realizing wolves were surrounding me
Bam!
I had shapeshifted into one of them.
Their alpha was sharp, he sensed I was still a deer.
He urged them to close in.
Wham!
I am now an eagle,
soaring high above the pack, out of reach
Even their alpha looks confused
I do not think they understand shape shifters.
Mystic River
lazy mists dawdle
in sinuous rivulets ~
fog surfs in deep dales
river of white clouds
threads through alleys of tall pines ~
fog garden slow dance
curly silver mists
pale kisses on riverbanks ~
swirling shape-shifters
flat bottomed clouds float
wispy fogs tickle thunder ~
joy ride for cloud ships
mystic tule songs
gypsy brumes on evergreens ~
forest singalong
Blow down the snozzle
this windy wild world
is nowt but a hornswoggle.
Giddy are the blue birds
in head and heart,
blithered are the bush-beating
snit-shifters.
A good day to die and live again,
a day for tripping a bright bombastic.
A yet better day
for some nonsensical boggle
that wags words in a
beery muddle.
Fluffy are the puffy footloose
that skip well over a plushy clover,
great the laughter of children
that dance in the minding eye
of an everlasting God today.