A mouse addressed a cat who thought him meek.
"Listen up", he said, "as forcefully, I speak".
Today, a statue of that mouse I sculpt,
as he looked before he once was gulped.
Hail the mouse who said much more than "Squeak".
she sits watching tree
squeaking at the birds above
without meowing loud
fruit nuts slip away
collected with hard labor ---
sad leaves shed in stir
21 March 2023
I heard a squeak beneath my seat
I must protect my trunk
I’d give that squeaker such a clump
If I were grown and drunk
I heard a squeak beneath my seat
It gave me such a scare
Those tiny squeakers make me meek
Is there one under there
I heard a squeak beneath my seat
I quickly raised my feet
I did not dare to take a peek
Or beat a quick retreat
I heard a squeak beneath my seat
It’s messing with my brain
Every time I move a bit
It seems to squeak again
I heard a squeak beneath my seat
And now I need my dad
He rushed out when he heard the squeak
The squeaking made him mad
I heard a squeak beneath my seat
And now it’s squeaking faster
My seat moved when I moved my feet
For each leg has a caster
I heard a squeak beneath my seat
It made my dad’s blood boil
But now he’s back and in his trunk
Is lubricating oil
Beneath the coat of icing, buried wrinkles squeak;
My teeth at misleading mirror - hotly clatter,
While an uprooted tooth on lower jaw – bewails.
I swear, this corroded mirror, I will batter.
Rhyming scheme: ABCB / 12 syllables in each line
Oct. 8, 2020
Rithimus Divisa 9 Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: Gregory R Barden
Original poem: Decay Through Mirror
Posted on Sept. 26, 2020 for the contest: Writing Challenge – Decay – Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Three tombs stand by the beaten path
among the dry and trodden grass,
not hewn in stone that they would last
but corrugated cardboard
each bearing felt-tipped epigraph.
The left in lower case, save the name,
which writ in gold in centre frame
wrote 'in loving memory of CHEESY',
a mouse that died last week of May
The right had 'Squeak ' writ small in red,
on Friday 5th of June found dead.
And landed there above the ground
a fly with downward facing head.
Stood centre, also named with golden tip,
'here lies BEAKY', deceased bluetit,
died Tuesday 12th of May this year.
All buried, dead, and that was it.
What were the tragedies that befell
these two beloved pets? It's hard to tell,
along with free found garden bird,
perhaps a chick just fledged that fell.
Children mourned and marked each death,
each loving crafted cardboard wreath
fortasting for life's passing breath,
a portent for much later years
when breaking hearts mourn life's egress.
Received a major degree in silliosity last week
Well deserved, reside in fantasyland just up the creek
Robin Poop, the main character
Turned out a disaster
Married a young maiden though his pip had a squeak
pip-squeak in the air
rams a fleeing big black crow
— torpedoed and stunned
5/22/2018
Is there anything finer than mashed potatoes
Mixed with cabbage, a mountain of joy
Scrumptious with gobs of bad-for-you butter
And sprinkled with parsley, oh boy!
Constantly dream bout this scrumptious delight
Sure sends me to the moon with glee
Don't need no ham or carrot and pea medley
Just blobs of butter if you please
Don't want none of that Beef Wellington stuff
That fine old English tradition
With boiled potatoes oh how uninspiring
Gonna pass it with your permission
Good old “bubble 'n squeak” is what they used to call it
Can't think of another dish finer
Just a simple old guy with a simple old taste
A down to earth kind of a diner
So serving me that stuff for brekkie, or din-din
Guarantees my friendship for life
With enormous gobs of bad-for-you butter
Just a fork, no need for a knife!
Received a major degree in silliosity last week
Well deserved, reside in fantasyland just up the creek
Robin Poop, the main character
Turned out a disaster
Married a young maiden though his pip was a squeak
"Oh! my Mother Earth,
Can't we take our breath?
Before fulfilling the greed,
Of the everlasting human need.
Our branches gone,
And offsprings unknown.
But, we are On,
For this sorrowful mourn.
In the form of wood,
Feel that they should,
Become so rude,
To turn us into Crude."
Friends, let's make a balance
Of both trees and humans.
It's time to co-exist,
So, please don't resist.
Trees across the bay,
survive all the day,
In the dark,passes a light ray,
To which I say:
No trees; No peace...
Without peace, life to cease.
So, bend on your Knees
And protect the Trees.
Is there anything finer than mashed potatoes
Mixed with cabbage, a mountain of joy
Scrumptious with globs of bad-for-you butter
And sprinkled with parsley, oh boy!
Constantly dream bout this scrumptious delight
Sure sends me to the moon with glee
Don't need no ham or carrot and pea medley
Just blobs of butter if you please
Don't want none of that Beef Wellington stuff
That fine old English tradition
With boiled potatoes oh how uninspiring
Gonna pass it with your permission
Good old “bubble 'n squeak” is what they call it
Can't think of another dish finer
Just a simple old guy with a simple old taste
A down to earth kind of a diner
So serving me that stuff for brekkie, or din-din
Guaranties my friendship for life
With enormous globs of bad-for-you butter
Just a fork, no need for a knife!
© Jack Ellison 2013
THE NARROW SQUEAK 2ND SHOW CHAPTER EIGHT
The problem is that.......
Concrete is hard stuff!
I am not disputing that fact
Sleep is tough!
Still, life is on the up and up
I have my bullet charm
I have come to no harm!
My half full cup!
Three square meals a day
Roof over my head
Solid door
All day to play
Frankly it's a bore!
Time for fast track planning
Get in training
Make a move!
I have a point to prove!
With my proceeds of the first show
I bribed the guards
Even the hunter killer dogs
got a bone or two!
I was out within a week!
A little poorer!
It's only money in any case
I bought a life on the outside!
New challenges to seek
My fans miss my face!
I must plan the third show...........
Maybe get a bite to eat
and a proper bed for the night
Give the fans a treat!
Oops!
I put out the light!
Chapter five
I am still alive!
The 2nd show!
I made it through the ice and snow
Now, I am thinking.....
Hot or cold?
I have survived both........
I didn't bungle........
well,how about steamy jungle?
Off I went , South America bound!
Jungles to be found
Bugs and things
Piranhas too
Hidden birds sing!
The things you do!
Keep the fans happy
producers too.........
Me,the talent....
Holding it together,like glue!
There I was with no fear,
in deep jungle green!
The humidest it's ever been!
whew!
it's sticky here!
Now, I am thinking
Steamy jungle....
Dark of night
Did I bungle?
I did get a fright!
A nip here
A nip there
Piranhas have no fear
This isn't fair!
Jungle creepers
Jeepers!
Will I get out of here?
Have no fear........
I have my lucky bullet charm
from the first show...
I feel no alarm
I will scrape through
because I am meant too!
I fought my way
through jungle vines
Come what may!
there were some bad times!
Miles wide
I made it to the otherside!
Is there nothing I can fix?
Oh yes!
Chapter six!
I was on the beach.............
Thought I would take a little swim.....
Off I went!
Diving deep........
When I saw a triangular fin!
Dolphins ? I thought?
Dolphins don't have teeth?
I heard a cello in the background...........
Where have I heard that sound?
Ah yes!
I stopped and paused.........
Damn!
It was in that film....Jaws!
I turned and made for the sand.........
That cello noise was really close now
Should be banned!
I was swimming on an olympic level.........
Can I make dry land?
It's quite far to go!
The swish of fin through the water.........
No time to saunter!
The gnashing of teeth
I am still out of reach!
The water is now shallow
I am on the straight and narrow!
The last spurt!
Whew!
I hit paydirt!
Never had sand tasted so good!
I ploughed on through..........
leaving a huge furrow too!
I survived the ocean blue!
Now, I am thinking.....
How about bungee jumping...?
That will get the heart pumping!
Dangling on a piece of elastic......
sounds fantastic!
To see me,
Read chapter three!
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