My Charlie cat, many long years ago
would use a pet door to come in and go.
But at times he gave way
let a neighborhood stray
sneak in, eat his food, pretend not to know.
Aging is a bizarre concept.
You grow up & then grow old.
You break up & then turn cold.
You sneak in & then repent.
You suck in & then regret.
Hair, hands, and smiles fade away,
and if you’re unlucky enough,
you’ll leave with your memories astray.
As summer ebbs, a cooler breath will dart
as Autumn's vibe is felt in every heart.
For, by late August, changes will begin
as shorter days and longer nights sneak in.
This breath will sigh of brilliance in the trees,
as flowers fade and ripened orchards seize.
While crisper air dissolves the humid haze,
new glory soon replaces Summer's phase.
Oh yes, these Autumn breaths will swiftly flow
to form and paint new views of burnished glow.
Reshape the scenes that rose by Summer's sway,
and offer life to us another way.
When Autumn breath shouts, “welcome to my Fall,”
we will accept old Summer's curtain call.
Oh
Decoded like a file-Yet still Unclassified
A group tried to scan your soul like a
Barcode file,
Pondering they had access, thought they
Had style-
But one's truth ain't a doc you compile,
You remain encrypted, laughing all the
While.
Betrayal tried to breach you, sneak in,
Eavesdropping, but resilence hit back a
System icon.
You reboot clean, move sharp, stay gone,
Too many layers for for their read only con.
They wanted cliff notes, cheat codes, a
Quick profile, But you're firewalled spirit-
With a street- born smile.
Your whole lifestyle,
Rising every-time like a comeback file.
I think I had a bit too much. To drink last night.
I thought I saw my ex. Eating my apple pie.
Did he sneak in. Through my open window?
Or does he still have a key. To my front door?
I caught you, I think. Now what are you going to do?
Caught you red-handed. I wondered why my baking
Was going missing...Or was it all a dream?
frog wanted an invite to the Halloween party up on the hill
Kept asking to go, but was told no by the host, Mr. McGill
Frogs are not welcome, he said, I am sure you understand
I am a frog-bigot in this far-fetched fantasy land
frog did not understand, but thought he could sneak in
He borrowed a witch’s hat, as the party was about to begin
Hopped up there and sat on some books, wearing a grin.
What are you? Someone asked. He said, “I’m a librarian!”
The sun has sunk out of sight
Marking the dawn of twilight,
Soon, stars sneak in, a delight,
Painting the world silver white,
Every tiny point of light
A bacon in the grey night.
Coins made of chocolate, in a string bag
Bought for myself in case my spirits sag
But little can knock my good cheer off its feet
So, those chocolate coins are my own secret treat
I buy them to decorate my Christmas tree
But soon comprehend that the grand-kids would see
The one selfish gift that I buy annually
Those coins made of chocolate… I buy… just for me
In all other ways there’s a shirt on my back
That I would give you if you’ve taken some flak
If my kind demeanour has one little crack
It’s those chocolate coins in that little string sack
It’s not like I hide my treats in a locked room
With a sign saying, “Keep Out, or Meet Thy Own Doom”
But those chocolate coins, when I stash them away
Fall behind things not used since some long ago day
So now, here I sit, and Christmas is gone
I gaze at the TV at whatever’s on
And then I recall that my chocolate gift
Merely needs ‘peeling’ to give me a lift
The grand-kids are gone and the wife is in bed
“Go get your choccies,” the sneak in me said
And now I sit here facing one of life’s fails
I cannot eat foil… but I just clipped my nails!
I need to go back to school
Where I am not easy to fool
You think your funny
And are paid sums of money
Your life is a big deal
While my happiness you like to steal
It’s one lie right after another lie
All that’s left is a weakened sigh
The truth is nowhere to be found
Kindness is nowhere around
Mocking people with so much conviction
Mixing it up with some good old superstition
Makes a perfect recipe for something strong
To combat all the deceiving wrong
There’s a haunting chill
With telling lies as your thril
You sneak in a torture or two
Saying you don’t when you actually do
If the truth is supposed to set me free
Then I pray someday that will be me
Oh, love — you sneak in via the fridge,
Claiming one sock, then whisper “bridge”.
You steal the remote and hog the chair,
Yet still grin when I split the fare.
You laugh at my puns, roll at my sighs,
While sneaking chocolate with sweet, wide eyes.
You argue that the dog is yours (again!),
And call the blender “our life-domain”.
Still, when you faint at rom-com’s last scene,
I hand you tissues — love’s behind the green.
I like to invite Happiness over for tea
But I'm always anxious when it stays longer than I expect
While it sits in the living room, peacefully drinking from it's cup
My heart beats faster
Anytime soon, the cup will break
Maybe there's too much sugar in the tea
I start pacing around the house doing everything but entertaining my guest
But when I come back
It's still sitting there
But why?
Does it not know that I don't want it's company?
Does it not know that I would rather it tell me that the tea is too sweet instead of drinking it in silence?
Does it not know that I don't trust it?
When happiness comes over for tea
I always expect the bad things to sneak in with it
When they don't show up, I become skeptical
The silence is deafening
Being able to hear my thoughts
To have them not yell at me
To not have to sweep up broken shards of plates offf the floor
Or to not be pulling shards of glass out of my skin
It's so peaceful
Which is why it feels wrong
I know why it keeps returning
It knows I don't accept it
Yet it still shows up
Waiting for the day I sit across from it
Finally sharing a cup of tea with it.
"Alone is an addiction for Agoraphobics," ... by The Poet
Fireplace, beg a question; spark fuels naught?
Tired face lit the embers that awaken,
iron mace walled, beyond, fox and bears fraught.
My birthplace well-hushed that quiet sneak-in.
Contented engraved on my face, falsely,
consent and circumstance, hunger and thirst,
extent and measure, fed and quenched shortly,
ingested fully well, blessed, and naught cursed.
Accordingly, dawn swaps late noon's plum skies,
rewardingly, I stepped outside to pause,
awarding me sunsets that soothe my eyes.
Artistry; that the dusk paints when it draws.
Twilight ascends, sunlight lost, moonlight found.
Finite embers dim, alert eyes remained,
my sight sees, the fire's out, I'm bedroom bound.
Divine light flits fears, embrace Grace proclaimed.
Soap bubbles float through August
breeze
as children sneak in hushed delight, where fables reel 'neath maple trees
to glide away like jewels bright.
Now listen...elves and wizards hop
their peek-a-boos enhancing games
in dreamy land where stars eavesdrop;
creating tricks with playful names.
Here, fancy of new summer rings
when kiddies dance, "let bubbles flow",
while clear froths pop through dusk which
sings
before day ends their treat, aglow!
In a meadow where wildflowers twine,
Two little friends, in sunshine, align.
A bunny with fur as soft as new snow,
And a cheeky squirrel with eyes all aglow.
They bound through the clover, chase golden rays,
With giggles and whispers that dance in the haze.
They twirl under rainbows that arch in the sky,
In this whimsical world, their laughter can fly.
When shadows sneak in and the bunny feels blue,
The squirrel brings joy, as best friends always do.
They share little secrets, their favorite treats,
Beneath leafy branches, where magic retreats.
So mark this sweet tale, timeless and true,
Friends can turn gray skies to brilliant hue.
Just like the bunny and the squirrel's delight,
Friendship's a treasure, a guiding light.
The cat jumps off the bed.
I wish he would wake her up instead.
I sneak in.
I almost trip over a bin.
Why am I being quiet now?
I have to wake her, anyhow.
I see her roll away.
Which makes me not want to stay.
But I must give her a shake.
So she will be awake.
In time for school today.
I wish there was a different way.
But then I think to check the forecast.
It’s snowy and overcast.
The school is empty, the school is closed!
So I don’t make her get her school clothes.
I almost caused a disaster.
But the snow comes down faster.
The cat climbs back on the bed.
I pet his soft fur, which is red.
Then I leave her alone.
I play on my phone.
Tomorrow, school will be in session.
But for now, I let her sleep in.
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