Short Sitters Poems
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In lightness
sight is easy
In darkness
impossible
There’s a place
in between
I kept knocking
until
A little voice
Whispered
Excuse me
the soul sitters
not at home
Form:
a gift I share is
idleness a gift for you
I superimpose
classroom back sitters
find futures as beautician
or divorce lawyer
front pews church sitters
best view observers also
judge of character
nannies
grannies
watchin’
children
mouth stuffed?
cheeks puffed?
bouncy
ball-ee
legos
clown nose
toy cars
gold stars
knickknacks
thumbtacks
foil from
chew gum
day care
au pair
sitters'
jitters
‘fence sitters’
The PC Rules state
that….
If I say something
that you find offensive
I have to stop
saying it.
Therefore,
it would follow
that…
If I take offense
to your taking offense
you must stop
taking offense
because I took offense
to your taking offense.
John G. Lawless
5/4/2016
sitters
listen
check the
kids' mouths
puzzle
pieces
bouncy
ball-ees
pointed
pencils
legos
car keys
Play-Doh
pin wheels
slugs from
Nerf guns
Polly
pockets
mouthfuls
big ones
careful
sitters
goofproof
youngsters
written March 19, 2018
James Edward Lee Sr.'s Footle contest
Put Your Footle Out Your Mouth
Leonardo's influences realism.
Paintings within the grandest
architecture demands the most
perfect delicate realism.
Their essence swathed in luxurious
fabrics,rich in warm wood,woven in
the finest tapestries gleams
of the shiniest metals + jewels.
Sitters command respect with their
permanent presence.
All paintings are elaborately framed
exuding an air of reverence.
Ponderings
The Geese were milling around
honking incessantly
asking for directions
the swans paced
regal egg sitters
awaiting their shift
the beaver gritted his teeth
soft wood
hard winter
the river sighed
cold water
edged with ice
spring sun
challenged
the grip of winter
log sitting turtles
cheered it on
the osprey eyed
his do it yourself nest
a distant woodpecker
plays
taps at sunset
John G. Lawless
3/25/2021
I never quite know how to feel.
It used to mark a day of sweets
A day of cards and laughter.
At 10, my views were changed.
The phone call came
And even though it was a blizzard,
We were left at the sitters.
Hours went by.
They picked us up at midnight.
I knew something was wrong.
My father kissed my forehead,
Something he had never done.
It's hard to be happy on Valentines Day,
But I try to find comfort knowing
You left us,
To be with your Valentine
The man sat in his wheelchair;
His aide was on the phone,
Behavior to which aides and sitters
Oftentimes are prone.
“You’re hungry?” She hung up and said;
The question I’d not heard.
“But you had lunch!” and yet
His urge for food was undeterred.
“Remember? At the Mansion?
Chicken pot pie was your meal,
With lentil soup, then ice cream.”
(Likely as a mid-day deal.)
It wasn’t even 2 o’clock
Yet still, they headed back,
Abandoning the river
For an after-lunchtime snack.