Stow away the congeries of aches
overtly attenuating the life-force
Joints grinding bones as growing muscles waked
Oft, stomping like an apoplectic horse...
Under strained newness, a glum disposition
reeked nervousness, clamping a chest distraught
No diversity, glared their position
Such eyes that stabbed, could snap a breath taut...
Of schooling, what silent complacency!
Jailers with fingertip-busting dusters
or canes that cracked and smacked decency
Umber-burned bruises on smartened clusters...
Raking nails scratch to assuage a mind
New migraines need compulsory unwinds…
(4/23/21 For 'Aches Prompt' contest hosted by Constance La France)
Categories:
smartened, angst,
Form: Sonnet
So what happened to the cigarette industry
Are they all on welfare, did they join the infantry
Bet they never thought
The bonanza would stop
We smartened up stopped dying rapidly
Categories:
smartened, health,
Form: Limerick
Pediatricians smartened up
From when my kids were small,
'Cause now they're not the reason
Why their patients start to bawl.
They still do the examining,
Connecting all the dots,
But leave it to the nurses
To administer the shots.
It works with babes and toddlers
But as kids wise up with age,
They'll figure out the doc should be
The target of their rage.
A lesson to be learned, perhaps,
For bosses have the perk
Of letting all the underlings
Perform their dirty work!
Categories:
smartened, life,
Form: Rhyme
As the sun baked the bathers
No one thought to observe the sea
For out in the distance came
A monster from beneath.
With stealth, developed for water
It approached the waiting shore.
Before the bathers knew it
They were, just no more.
The monster had escaped the ocean
Now, it had no bounds.
It was enticed by all the differences
As it heard all the new sounds.
It wandered from the beach now
With intentions, just to eat
The monster had no feelings
As it walked now on its feet.
It went on chasing people
To catch them and consume
The people ran in horror
As they faced impending doom.
The monster, now, it tired;
Bored with its new sport
It turned and changed direction
And went back then to the port.
For there among the boats
Were people, more, to eat.
But the monster kept on going,
He now had tired feet.
For never really walking
The monster tired fast
He went back in the water
Where the pain then wouldn’t last.
He wadded in the water
In shallow depths near shore
The beach dwellers had smartened, though,
And baked themselves no more.
Categories:
smartened, fantasy, funnybeach,
Form: Rhyme