**Ginger Shots**
Today, of all days, I find myself dividing my tears into sections. With each moment, each tear, and each snuffle I make, the paper tissues crumble, showing signs of the mishaps in life that surely cannot be mended. Yesterday was your birthday, and today is my revelation about life—my life.
Lately, it seems I’ve taken a new route, and this road is certainly not paved with gold. God truly blesses heroes; He has never failed me yet! However, I have encountered many obstacles. Is it empathy or just plain stupidity? I never considered myself an empath.
As we grow older, it's true that we begin to see life from a different perspective—the lows, the in-betweens, and the highs. My emotions are so intense; they rise and fall, with frustrations that test my tolerance. Today, I saw red.
Today, I need my ginger shots. Who cares if it's unhealthy? Today, of all days, I am dividing my tears into sections. With each moment, each tear, and each snuffle I make, the paper tissues crumble, revealing the mishaps in life that cannot be mended.
Does anybody care or notice that America has failed us?
Categories:
snuffle, allusion, america, anger, anxiety,
Form: Dramatic Verse
PURPLE
Purple my soft moss seat in paradise
amethyst crown purple so wise
High Priestess purpled silken silent and bold
has no need to compete with cool
Countess whose court is neat
but oh so cold !
What a sweet treat to see
ripe ripple granadilla purpled fall from tree
she made an indigo way from leafy branch
to loamy Earth to juicy kiss my feet
landing on delicate fairy roots with a scarlet beat
Purple irises erect rows in park holler
such powerful maidens compete not for dollars chased by bookie rookie scholars who fail
to see abundance in nature’s holy colour
divinely composed with innocent hues of valour
How humans sniffle and snuffle when they
seek lilac happiness in ludicrous money
all they need do is close their eyes to
visualise dining on purple aubergine,
mauve butter bean laced with dripping honey
in violet chameleon coves hosting bunnies
watching a shimmering sunset
holy purple burble !
Categories:
snuffle, character, color, earth, extended
Form: Couplet
We sleep on each other,
lick on each other,
run around and nip on each other,
we are wholly 'each other,'
personalities
hid
in the ruff and fur around our necks
and the snaggle of our teeth.
We wag in unison
heart-timers synchronized.
When out in the big smell
we seek every scent
that sprout's
from the muddy baths and the great
wafting sky-waves that call to our blood
to come join,
come lope and snuffle.
The trails of other's drives us crazy,
we roll in bundles of ecstasy,
squat, squirt and snap at the thick odiferous airs
then inhale the news from every rump
we greet.
Under our skittering paws
leaf and grass, spatter and scatter
as we charge into each other.
What are these leaves of grass?
Each one could be a page
in poem of sniff and scratch.
The wind threads through our snouts
and we shake our heads
until our brains rattle in wonder.
Old Walt Whitman forgets to mention us,
but deep within his far pacing musings
we are there like an itch.
When he pauses his pen to nap and dream
our breathy huff huffiness
tickles his toes.
Categories:
snuffle, poems, poetry,
Form: Free verse
And your kingdom come is mine left undone.
Like oil against water, a ladder with black cat,
is this passion or an anxiety attack?
Vampiric pale skin craves darkness in spades,
homophones trick spellings, “…she cleans to impress the maid”,
and your kingdom come shimmers where mine will fade.
One man’s rubbish is to black magpie treasure shining white,
through moss, mulch and mud sows snuffle truffles, a tempting bite.
Your kingdom come sees mine as blemish and blight:
when I wake in the morning and wish it be night,
content in loneliness but hope still for someone in sight.
Your kingdom found became my kingdom dropped,
even these rhyming jigsaws don’t always fit my refrain.
Your kingdom come and kingdom arrived and kingdom gold
your kingdom brave and kingdom holy and kingdom bold,
is foil for my kingdom came and kingdom went and kingdom past
my kingdom old and kingdom rusted and kingdom last.
Your kingdom come is nothing like mine - left undone.
Or maybe, your kingdom come is mine fatigued and just… done.
“…don’t fear the reaper,” he said, and I don’t. Why would I?
Categories:
snuffle, analogy,
Form: Rhyme
PROMOTION (TRI)
Why snuffle for favours like a ferret
However one might seek a raise
The basis of promotion is merit
I guess there may be other ways
However one might seek a raise
A solid performance is the key
For most, a smile is just a fantasy
The basis of promotion is merit
Despite what many others think
One just won’t do it with a wink
I guess there may be other ways
Of all the methods to employ
It’s sucking up that will annoy
Categories:
snuffle, work,
Form: Rhyme
Winter babies are carried
in small wombs over stark ground,
they have eyes and mouths by now,
almost human paws.
The snuffle of small rodents
awakens more of the yet unborn,
they watch the world come to them,
blind whiskers uncurling.
Not all are born in Spring
not all tumble and play
in the green dray
nest or den,
many must too soon
pass away.
The yet to come
have see-through faces,
they have long soft nails
to scrabble over
tomorrow's hard killing fields.
Dawn, like a stripper,
takes off her black stockings,
arrives in white thighs;
she too is a working mother.
My own inner child
opens its ancient eyes,
calls out just once.
Categories:
snuffle, poetry,
Form: Free verse
A thousand drummers playing drums
within my head,
like firecrackers bursting,
Rivers of (whatever) oozing out,
Trickling eyes, prickling nose,
Snee..achoo!..zing...and sneezing...and sneezing!
Every muscle aches,
Feeling fatigued and flushed,
Puffy eyes, stuffy nose,
Bouts of throaty cacophonies come out uninvoked ,
Body sore, mood sourer..
Even the bed seems uncomfortable,
Pain deludes, sleep eludes (snuffle!)
Inflamed glands fight ill-famed flu,
Tasteless food, faceless foe, endless distress,
Don't come near! This is contagious!
Life is drear, this is outrageous!
Eyes flowing, nose-blowing!
And I feel like...
Chasing this flu away.
9th Feb 2023
For Charles Messina's "I felt like" contest
Categories:
snuffle, how i feel, sick,
Form: Free verse
Bitty birds scuffle and flounce
under the roofed-in.
Barn dusted, rafters crust and whiffle.
Snuffle go the whiskered,
the mousy muzzle's
all along the bent beam wood.
A pepper powdering
in the chink-lit sunbeams.
In this his tumbled castle-keep
youth sky-larked a being
a ghostling ally sight unseen
there in the day-baked barn.
Long days he communed and lazed
in dim swaddled and idle ease
stretched-out and dream-basked,
seeped in the tar caulked wood
steeped in a gown-shadowed glow
with the evening-come nightly
jackdaw and crow.
Categories:
snuffle, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Covid has left town
leaving only a sniff and snuffle.
Monkey pox is still a puzzle
we have learned not to nuzzle
a monkeys muzzle.
Now big pharm
wants us to take a vaccine
every year
even though it does not work
nor has it been properly tested.
The CDC demands we jab
our already immune kids more,
cardiac risks could be high
incidences soar.
The cynical might wonder if Pfizer
are in it for the money,
but that would be unthinkable!
The CDC is not political,
perish the thought.
Back to school, back to face diapers
back to front as usual,
all for naught.
Categories:
snuffle, poetry,
Form: Free verse
MA headline in the red tops,
Tabloid front pages as well,
A story the media vied
To be the first to tell.
A Revolution in medicine,
Really something very big,
The first time a human
Received the heart of a pig.
A little genetic engineering
Was all they would need
And so with care they bred
A pig of a suitable breed.
They took time and effort
So that they could prepare
For a successful procedure
And after surgery care.
He got a new life
His dreams came true
Once again he was able
To do things he used to do.
Only one slight problem,
In trees he would start to snuffle,
And, going down on all fours
He’d start to hunt for truffle.
Categories:
snuffle, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
"not worth a snuffle",
says spoiled rotten palate,
"unless it's truffle"
March 10, 2022
Categories:
snuffle, humorous,
Form: Haiku
Winter babies are carried
in small wombs over stark ground,
they have eyes and mouths by now,
almost human paws.
The snuffle of small rodents
awakens yet more unborn.
Adults still cry in motherless wombs,
struggling to be delivered
from a million cyclic still-births.
A new dawn, like a stripper,
takes off her long black gloves,
arrives in white thighs,
remembers that she also
is a working mother,
the labor of the world
her endless tryst.
Categories:
snuffle, poetry,
Form: Free verse
I.
Human, I am starve.
Please feed me chicken. I love
you. Then ride in car?
II.
It's wag? It's moving?
It's problem. I wish I know
what tail is doing.
III.
You think I'm sooo cute.
I wants you to snuffle me
like I snuffle you.
IV.
I'm big, brave. I bite.
Proteck childrens. Guard house and
keep you safe at night.
Categories:
snuffle, animal, appreciation, dog, sweet
Form: Haiku
Night filters sight and sound
into caves of awareness
where owls and nightjars
clatter, where timorous creatures
forage and snuffle.
The forest has gathered here
for generations, it has its own language
ground through layers of nocturnal
sentience.
In the silent cabin they interface,
trace resonations between the unseen,
lull me into a deep-listening.
The night lends meaning
to each arboreal sound
as root and branch intone
their ancient prayers -
sounds that later turn to words,
an arboreal poetry
that reads me to sleep.
Categories:
snuffle, angel, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Sun bled heavy eyelids
close in mid day glow
bee braises by
dogs snuffle near
cloud clumsy
wind simpers
breathing sweated air
no care
Categories:
snuffle, poetry,
Form: Free verse
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