Pat the potato just sat in the ground
Wondering if he would ever be found
He couldn’t see anything there in the earth
So spent his days praying for all he was worth
Then the ground heaved as a metal spade dug
And Pat knew that soon he’d be snug as a bug
A new human home is what life is about
Potatoes must love it… They never come out
And when Pat was taken he couldn’t pretend
to be sad now that life in wet mud reached an end
His friends, left behind, heard the man shut his door
They knew Pat would be safe and sound evermore
Bertie the beanstalk was overly zealous
(although some potatoes thought he was just jealous)
He climbed to the window to take a quick look…
“I cannot see Pat, but they’ve taught him to cook.”
Potato Pete called out, “So, how do you know?”
Bertie called back, “Our friend Pat’s a no-show,
I can’t hear a thing but I read the man’s lips…
He said that potato made really nice chips.”
Playing hide and seek with my clever pug
I hid in the closet snug as a bug
Tired of looking for me
She turned on the T.V.
And watched Lassie curled up on the rug
2/27/23
Snuggle in
as snug as a bug in a rug
Be it a struggle
Be your limbs supple
Be you a married couple
or not ~ Snuggle in
Oh I wish I could give out a hug,
To all those around me I love,
See FaceTime is fine, for a moment in time,
But it really just isn’t enough!
Oh I wish I could give out a hug,
I really have missed them so much,
But we mustn’t be fools, keep the 2 metre rule.
And learn other ways to show love!
Oh I wish I could give out a hug,
‘Till I’m snug as a bug in a rug,
But I’ll stick with the screen, till the powers that be,
Say the ‘R number’ stays under 1!
Oh I wish I could give out a hug,
They’re a wonderful gift from above,
We avoid those we see, when we walk down the street,
It’s so sad what the world has become.
Oh I wish I could give out a hug,
But I’ll wait till the death of this bug,
And for now I’ll resist, give an air hug and kiss,
Even though on my heart strings it tugs!
Oh I wish I could give out a hug,
But I won’t be despondent because-
The hug will come back, there’s no doubt about that,
And I’m first in the line when it does!
18.08.2020
You can see a performance of this poem here: https://youtu.be/db1Z3MdNPO4
How’s Tom?
Written: by Miracle man
12-17-2019
Many times, when queried, I reply “I’m okay,”
not going into detail I’ve little to say.
But one Lady senses things aren’t snug as a bug,
and she always gives me a comforting hug.
Another can’t discern what I might need,
until such time I’ve chosen some details to concede.
Many times I’ve hidden things troubling my mind,
I’m as brush strokes on canvas, left unsigned.
Fall from Grace
By Mark Miller
03/24/2018
Betray years saving undone
For misery born Grace as
Blood leaks viscous cold
Falling through hates
Lonely endeavor
Reliving Daughter's cry
Saying missing you
Why you disappear
Where's that smiling face
Missing so much
Your giving gratitude
Wishing daily Dad
Waiting at stop interval
Worldview country fair
Pairing memory day's
Without daddy's protective
Arms reaching out
Wearing our weapons
Keeping us at odds
Behind freezing glass
Do you remember
The time we went to Library
Buying Orwell's book with
The farm animal pigs
You said but hon it's allegory
I laughed then but Dad
I'm older now no longer
Thirteen anymore
With understanding
Why letters come none
From purgatory's dungeon
Just one visit sure would help
For someday to wake up
To wrap your baby warm
Under covers comfort
So snug as a bug
Screams in vain, in the dead of night
Pigtail braids and gown of white
It mattered not, how loud she yelled
Snug as a bug, no cries availed
Mom had tucked her safe in bed
These terrors lived inside her head
The boogie man, alive and well
Inside her dreams, he would prevail
A coward preying on her mind
Not strong enough to get outside
They quickly dismissed, the little girl
Telling tales of a scary world
They only knew, of what they saw
A handsome man, dark and tall
I’m behind her eyes throughout the night,
I’m playing with her dream.
She doesn’t realise it’s me that knows,
Shadows aren’t as they seem.
I make her feel comfort, safe and secure,
As snug as a bug in a rug.
She doesn’t realise my smoke’s more than toxic,
A dreamy sort of drug.
With me in her mind she’s protected, guarded,
From everything that is real.
She thinks this is how sleep’s meant to be,
A sleepy slaughtered kind of surreal.
I’m the genuine authentic nightmare man,
Stealing dreams from every night.
I’m the guy that makes her sleep with nothing,
Harvesting her dreams by candlelight.
Home Is
If home is where the heart is
and if that's really true.
Then I know now that I'm at home
whenever I'm with you.
Like a single raindrop
nestled in a cloud above.
No fear of ever falling
I already fell in love.
Snug as a bug that's in a rug
or a flea on a hound dogs back!
A partridge in a pear tree
a train safely on its track.
Like salt that found its pepper
like sugar finding spice.
Like lace that's mixed with leather
or naughty mixed with nice.
Like stars that found their heaven
way up in the skies.
I know I found mine
when I looked in your eyes.
Like poetry and parables
like the beat that's in a song.
How can something feel so good
and yet still not be wrong.
It's like sunrise meets the morning
or sunset meeting night.
It happens without warning
nothing ever felt so right.
If home is where the heart is
and if that's really true.
Then I know now that I'm at home
whenever I'm with you.
Edwin C Hofert
I wish to die
By the Teak rail
Of a salt weathered deck
A poetic death you see…
Wrap’t snug as a bug
Warm woolen shawl round my neck
With my ol’ grizzled dog at my knee
I’d like to be found
Eyes wide open and round
In a rocker of wicker
Gazing out to sea.
What better a death
An ol’ poet’s last breath
Could there possibly
…and poetically be?…
You should see my little pug.
He loves to play and sit on his rug.
He's quite a little guy
the apple of my eye.
He's so smart too
the things he does would amaze you.
He loves to nuzzle my neck and chin.
He is so sweet I can't help but grin.
My little pug
as snug as a bug.
Hercules (sweet and adorable)
6/04/14
The sweetest time
I get to spend
All day through
Is at the end
Goodnight time
Is on its way
Grab a book
In bed we'll lay
Our favorite book
"The Giving Tree"
Soon enough
You'll be asleep
Close your eyes
"Snug as a bug in a rug"
It's time to sleep
A goodnight kiss, a goodnight hug
It starts with a little yawn,
then a stretch, both fore and aft.
Next the blankets start to move,
I just have to laugh.
She shuffles up from the bottom,
of the bed, where warm and snug,
she had slept the whole night through,
as snug as a bug in a rug.
But, comes the tock of six a.m.
her internal clock goes "Bong".
A morning ritual now begins,
softly, with a little yawn.
Her nose peeks out from beneath,
the rest of her soon follows.
Her head she rubs into my neck,
as I try to hide in the pillow.
It is no use, I'm now wide awake,
I climb out, into the world where I belong.
Just before she scrambles back beneath,
she gives out a little yawn.
For the contest; What makes you wake up each and every day
Sponsored by Ed Ebbs
Pillows and covers all over the floor,
No ones in my bed any more,
Used to cuddle snug as a bug,
Now the pillow is all I hug,
It's hard to sleep at night,
There's no one to hold tight,
The warmth of their body is now gone,
How am I to move on,
The dreams are still there,
Just no one with which to share,
They have said, I"ll die in my sleep,
Now I just lay there and weep,
My breathing is nice and slow,
But asleep I can't seem to go,
I feel around like I am blind,
But there still is no one to find,
I want to just slip away,
And forget about the whole day,
From under the covers I peep,
Sure wish I could get some sleep!
An Uncle Charlie Original
© 2008 unclecharlie
Two peas in a pod?
My April and me?
No, not at all,
I would not agree
She is all sunshine
laughter and light
I’m shrouded in darkness
too much like the night
She is artistic, outgoing
well read,
I’m the quiet, shy
redhead
But no matter what
my sister and me,
on one thing,
we’ll always agree
Our friendship is
tried and true
over the years
it grew and grew
deeply rooted as
Aspen trees
snug as a bug
a pod with two peas
Yes, I have to agree
though we are far apart
my April is closely
endeared in my heart.
Trudy Diane Rider
8-21-2009
For My sister April, I miss her.
For Nathan's contest
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