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Trick Of The Night

It’s an optical illusion
Has my brain had a contusion
I look on in rapt confusion
It’s a trick of the night

There’s a shadow in the doorway
Coming my way going your way
It’s as slippery as a moray
It’s a trick of the night

It’s shape is vague; it’s indistinct
I didn’t see from where it slinked
Would it vanish if I blinked
It’s a trick of the night

Dogs don’t pass, they turn and run
Like they’re seeking out the sun 
Even rats avoid the fun
It’s a trick of the night

Dust and dirt rise in the street 
At the tread of unseen feet
Something I care not to meet
It’s a trick of the night

There’s a creaking on my stairs
On my neck are prickling hairs
But she caught me unawares
It’s a trick of the night

There’s a beauty standing there
With a shimmer in her hair
Not a stitch of underwear
It’s a trick of the night

Manly acts I’ve quickly planned
But I do not understand
Is the dagger in her hand
Just a trick of the night

something black and low to the ground

something black and low to the ground slinked out of the woods today
I barely caught glimpses of it because it slid from bush to bush
was it a miniature puma? a tiny ebony black-beauty-like horse?
A tailless skunk? Was it a furry entity from another planet?

I imagined all sorts of things because it was gone quickly.
All day I would come up with another idea about it.
Was it an intelligent head of the headless horseman?
A head that had somehow learned to slink on its own?

In many ways, I hope that it will never return
Because it has given my mind lots of things to think about
New ideas I would have never had without the joy of not knowing
some of my best poems come out of one little event

The Dance of Jealousy

I saw them dance the Second Waltz, so lovely, so fine,
Oh my Lord, how my jealous heart did despair and pine.
On the terrace, in the dark of night, moonbeams shone bright.
Curse them, a perfect couple that evoked a great sight.

One, two three and a twirl, oh what a delicate dance
I stood, looking in envy, mesmerised in a trance.
Would that magic music finally pause and take her
To a comfy seat and I would take her as my fleurr.

Hold her ever tight, and face to face, we would engage
In a soft whisper, kiss her soft ear, 'twill be our stage.
But no, they danced on, oblivious of my green face
The terrace was their dominion, it was their birthplace.

Jealous I slinked home, abandoning her forever.
I will not see her again, neither now or ever.

Placed 1st.

Unbearable Heartbreak

The pain in my heart threatens to be my end,
I sought to show the 'me' that God did intend.
Yet, silenced I stand, to the skies, I relent,
"Your will, not mine," my whispered consent.

Hunger ignored, sleep's sweet embrace denied,
Like a treasured vase, now broken and defied.
Familiar with fragments, a constant state of disrepair,
Yet breaking because of you was more than I could bear.

I find myself at fault again, an echo of my past,
God seems to be the steadfast when nothing else will last.
Was my love not sufficient? My soul starts to question,
Is it wrong to give my all, to make my heartfelt confession?

Am I the villain for unburdening my soul?
"Why is life a journey through a deep, darkened hole?"
On this bleak and barren day, the rain whispers of dismay.
The devil, a lurking thief, stole my heart and slinked away.

Swallowing this bitter pill, a truth hard to follow,
I hope to reclaim my heart from the hollow.
Now I sit in the quiet, while God and angels attempt,
To quiet the screams of my soul, vehemently unkempt.

Steampunk Cat Named Charlie Boo

Steampunk Cat name of Charlie Boo
Thought his vices were mystery to Sue
Brought her violets in hue of blue
For it was she that Charlie wanted to woo

Sue was a savvy feline, with a keen open mind
She knew that many made fun of Charlie, which was not kind
Decided to give him a chance, for he might be a sweet find.
They were soon running to the altar, their pledges to bind.

The door opened and in slinked a persnickety cat with a pout.
She said “Charlie Boo, what to do you think you’re about?
Charlie Boo gave a whimper, a shriek and a blood gushing shout.
He was already married, you see – the big, bigamist lout.

Funny Now, But Not Then

I dashed off to the ladies' room
just after Sunday School was through.
The service that would soon begin,
I'd relish from my favorite pew.

As I sailed down the lengthy hall,
I felt the cool, conditioned air--
more in the back than in the front,
but I trucked on, Miss Unaware!

I reached the sanctuary door
and saw that I was not alone. 
A red-faced deacon spoke to me--
few words, low voice, with gentle tone.

I spluttered "Thanks" and fled the scene
my problem to eliminate,
slinked in the back, and took a seat.
I prayed my shame would soon abate.

What lesson did I learn that day? 
That, to avoid such Sunday woes,
I really must be sure my dress
is not tucked in my pantyhose.

January 3, 2021
entered in the Funny Memories Contest               Placed 1st
Sponsor: Natasha L. Scragg

The Memoirs of a Cat Lady

“The Memoirs of a Cat Lady” 



you slinked onto my sunny windowsill
winked with your one good eye
a no-brainer, all in your face, head

saucy marmalade pants 
bittersweet No. 1 wins the day,
in my bed

oh to be dominant
in my realm of warmth
once again

Moonlight 
calculates the temerity 
of a head-over-heels

One-eyed Pirate upstart
heart-claiming
Love Cat

she remembers
shameless,
she silently grins

(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)

Tom and Jerry Nursery Rhyme

Hickory, dickory, dock.
Jerry the mouse ran up the clock
Tom smelled him from afar
Jumped up on top like a star.

Jerry as always was quite wise.
And with a rod struck Tom’s eyes.
The cat fell nastily on the clock
And received a decisive knock.

But alas the clock fell to the ground.
Mammy Two Shoes with a broom chased Tom around.
Jerry slinked into the kitchen for cheese
Cheddar, mozzarella, stilton and more of these.

But Mammy Two Shoes mad at Tom’s disaster fling,
With a broom chased him to make him sing.
Then threw him in the garden quite dark,
Let Spike bully dog ran after him with a bark.

14 March 20211
Nursery Rhyme 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper


With apologies to Agatha Christie's
for use of her great detective book
Hickory, Dickory Dock.

Bar Time

I slinked into the bar
hoping no one would notice.
To drink and forget
was all I cared about or
was going to care about
for the rest of the night.
When he first sat down
I ignored him outright
figuring flat rejection
would work on this guy, but
I was wrong.  He needed
someone to talk to, someone
to sit near and eventually
someone to sleep next to
or with, whichever would happen.
Finally I asked him to
remove his hands from
his greasy, slimy, semen-soaked
pockets and find someone
else to get excited about.
I just wanted to forget, but
all the drink did
was help me to remember,
remember what I had just
finally walked out on.





Written on paper 1991 after finally leaving a cheating spouse.

Terpsichore

Poor Priddy Prattle
sitting on the stair.
Who comes along
but Fred Astaire.

Stretch your limbs,
relax and dance.
Up, he implores,
dance and prance.

Poor Priddie Prattle
had not a clue,
stuck in her seat
just like glue.

Then came Twyla
with whim and wit.
Down beside her
she did sit.

Poor Priddie Prattle
proffered a frown.
She did not want
to appear a clown.

Tina slinked up
with extended hand.
“Dance my rockin’ 
and rollin’ band.”

Proud Priddie Prattle
stood up on pegs,
but danced away
on rock ’n roll legs.

A Fox In Concrete Jungle

A red fox suddenly creeps
out of hiding in Rick's shed,
startling him...

"Whoa! Aren't you a fish out of water, sly one?,"  he asks

The fox freezes for a second,
confused by the question.

Rick fires off two more...

"So, what brings you to my neck of the woods?"

"Are you headed back to the wild?

And what did the fox say back, you wonder?
Nothing.

It snarled at Rick and slinked away
in a huff, furious...
it was called a "fish"


Date written:  09/06/2020

Payback - For Into the Wood

Payback - for Into The Wood contest

The gate to the path through the wood
A statue on either side stood
Together alone, cast out of stone
They’d love to get up to no good

Boy watching girl and girl watching boy
Maybe they’re longing for x-rated joy
Hmmm, said a fairy, what would they do
If they were alive just like me and you

Her friend waved her wand and each statue blinked
Then into the wood together they slinked
Both fairies followed the path to the clearing
A little unsure of the sounds they were hearing

When they arrived they observed with a frown
The boy statue holding a wood pigeon down
He said get a hold of this little git
Hold it dead still while I s*it on it


7 January 2019
For: Into The Woods
Sponsor: Silent One

Miss Priscilla

Disheveled hair, wiry and gray
 an old lady hovered past my house each day.
I ignored her when she passed by
 wondering what possessed her as I sighed
then in my own focused diligence
 I slinked fast away, uncaring in my ignorance.
Wasn't sure where she lived but wondered
 why in the world she seemed so encumbered.
Then one day when a little cold set in
 I stepped outside my homey bin
and there lay bird wings on my mat
 and slipped away some stray gray tabby cat.
Then as I queried in my beleaguered mind
 that old lady waved, not surprised as to what I was to find.
There along the shade of the door's edge
 just below the fully defined hedge
lay the gathering of leaves and  papers torn
 five kittens hiding unseen and newly born.
The old lady grinned, scooped them up and smiled 
 their mine she said as if they were her own child.

The Glowing Egg

I looked out my back yard window today.
whilst taking my small white pill,
  a little green man came walking my way

His dreadful face was missing some features—
the nose, a neck, an ear,  no mouth
  file him among the hideous creatures
 
Afraid at first, I watched him a bit
down on the ground, he squatted until
   lurching over, he commenced a fit
 
Out the door I stumbled seeking to help
this verdant, bantam, alarming dude
  mumbled, writhed, and even yelped
 
Touching his lime dorsal made my skin crawl
his body snakishly encrusted and gross
  slimy stuff came forth-- I wanted to bawl

The state of his health concerned me so
My viridescent guy began to squawk
  giving birth to an egg which began to glow

My body screamed as I watched it with dread
the ovum cracked and broke apart--a femalish
  thing slinked out, biting off the green man's head
 
Abruptly, my alarm made me fall off the bed
Whamming  my head, I realized-- a nightmare
   @#*@@!nothing more need be said!

Lion Without a Mane

Leo, the Lion was so sad
He wanted a mane just like his dad.
But he never grew one about his face,
So he slinked around in dismal disgrace.

He went to the grove and searched the brooks
And saw what was missing from his looks.
All other males from big to least
Sported a mane like the King of Beasts.

He’d run away to a menagerie
Or join some zoo across the sea.
They never knew just where he went
Gone so long they began to lament.

One day a strange lion came along;
Females admired him, so virile and strong.
He roared real loud and showed his claws
All girl lions gave him applause.

They cheered him on with eyes aglow
More of this stranger they wanted to know.
It was Leo the Lion, not timid and plain,
But rather handsome in his store-bought mane.

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