Short Shooed Poems
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Just experienced the most violent of storms
Moved our barbeque cross our deck, not norm
About three minutes later
The sun shooed this violator
Climate change? A dazzling spectacle performed
Carmen has never tried to be pretty
Her six brothers warned her to stay plain.
But as she grew, she could not help herself.
Now they are scaring suiters away on a regular basis.
I got Jose, you get Pedro.
Done!
I shooed Thomas, you shoo Jesus.
You are asking me to shoo Jesus?
Pigeons are often overlooked,
Shooed away,
Chased by kids like it’s some game,
People tend to see them as garbage,
As an inconvenience,
They often forget they’re also just birds,
People wouldn’t do that to a parrot,
A peacock,
Or a flamingo,
Sometimes I can relate to them,
They never seem to fit in anywhere,
Never welcome,
Never at peace.
A spider traipsed onto my knee
While I was reading in the bath
Though most might jump and scream and flee,
I just gave a little laugh
A baby Daddy Long-Legs!
(Though really, 'twas just a son)
I shooed him back onto his web,
And continued reading on...
*title is a spin on "Strange Bedfellows" ;)
*Lessons in life are funny contest entry
~JustThatArchaicPoet
Heartsick that foolish thing
Thumping through my bones
Shooed away, an errant puppy
Still waiting for the stick throw
It has sat so long
Barely remembers what it misses now
Some flicker of imagination
A sense of who it was
Yet refusing to let go
Honouring it says
To let it go, lets it end
Drowning in defiance
Knuckles white to the stone
Yielding no blood
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never loved cat ways
their tail-flicking arrogance
their unasked-for gaze
my family longed for one —
I yielded, keeping distance
stray kitten arrived
they all fawned gushed over it
but the cat chose me
the least interested one
who shooed and shoved it away
smitten by kitten
my heart disinterested
lurched to beat retreat
we're inseparable now
the kitten has claimed my lap
steadfast soft stars aloft
in somber amours' mood,
a mere romantic breath
following in silence.
hued lambent music plays
subdued by patient love
not easily shooed away.
a kiss, a kiss, numb, hum
lust in a trice of time.
a wild chime inward braid
intimate desire hold unfolds,
whilst a breath sighs of sails
billowing across dark
freckled celestial waves.
6/14/2020
Have a Guiness and let’s toast St. Patrick
Whether laddie, lass or old codger geriatric
A bold gent with such clout
All Eire’s snakes he shooed out
Never has there been a saint so theatric!
Robert
I am an old codger geriatric
But I will raise a toast to ST. Patrick
For shooing those snakes
Away for our sakes
He definitely was Saint Fantastic
Beryl
I would like to be a lady for a day the butterfly said.
Dressed in pinks and oranges, and perhaps a little red.
You cannot have it all, her godmother replied.
But I can make you yellow, and help you to glide.
So the butterfly turned into a lady on a warm Tuesday.
She glided into windows, but people shooed her away.
One tried to swat her with a flyswatter, and smacked her tail.
Turn me back into a butterfly, she yelped gliding off a rail.
Felt faint, yearning, in front of the man's home,
I had not found a piece of bread this week,
All shunned poor me as I had Down's syndrome,
I searched high and low, I truly felt weak.
From open windows I smelt the food's reek,
A man came out, throwing his food away,
A cat came in to eat from a fish tray,
I tried to enter and to help myself,
The man saw, shooed me away as a stray
"That is all we need here, an ugly elf!"
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What is in that mouse hole snoring away?
The cat sneaked a peek and tiptoed that day
Grabbed his owner’s phone and took a photo too.
Of a snoring elf sleeping in a matchbook box of red and blue.
The elderly elf had a scraggly beard, he was not fresh at all.
He’s a teensy thing, the cat said “less than three inches tall.”
The mouse family had invited their guest, who had promised them the moon.
They shooed the cat and the other gawkers away using a sixties tune.
Left Both of My Shoes Behind
What should we say about my shoes;
How weird always are as they amuse;
Then off from toes shoes were taken;
Lost both and big mistake am making.
Away from me my shoes were shooed;
And his fact we will continue to allude;
After I found myself in a terrible bind;
Had left my right and left shoe behind.
This is why in a parade they say,
"Left, right, left and never leave
the left out or you out either for
that matter.
Jim Horn
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