i left these monokus to soak overnight ~ they’ve plumped up pretty tight
were soft and squidgy slightly runny ~ now swollen need heat and honey
finally ready will they make the cut ~ oatmeal pancakes who needs smut
By
David Kavanagh
3x17
I spotted a lady in Looe,
who slid as she stepped in some poo,
her nose in the air,
she sat on a chair,
and sniffed at the mess on her shoe.
'It's brown and it's squidgy,' she sighed,
'and smells like a ferret has died.'
She wiped on the seat,
and walked up the street,
still stinking, but most dignified.
written 7th March for Tania's double limerick contest
o puppies could read...
they'd see their master's... not friends
hypocrites
o puppies could read...
they'd have reasons to fear words
newspaper thunder
stroke... a loving pat
learn... read their body language
cowering... they've read yours
a dog... a life friend
broken hearts I've seen them mend
they read the moment
o pups could read
they do... smells... sights... sounds...
rustling newspaper
Squidgy... my pet dog
my friend... my brother... died...
still... he walks with me
Inspired by Maureen McGreavy https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/a_world_of_rolled_up_newspapers_1035210?title=a_world_of_rolled_up_newspapers&id=1035210 My deepest thanks Maureen!
This date, he left, many years ago, my friend.
Sqidgy, his name, my dog, a mutt, personified.
As a pup sat in my shirt top pocket,
oft slept to the beat of my heart,
days when I walked miles on insect safaris.
Other days he'd walk by my side,
I'de lose him, so close he walked to my feet.
My walks now, he's still with me,
an obliging muse, his sense of humour
has me thinking that I'm barking mad.
Happy I am that he in spirit, is still my friend.
Its like he guides me to sights I've never seen.
A solitary bee species mating, a tiny male a huge Queen
A sight not seen by many,
Naturalists being no exception.
I still miss my cuddly friend, I sit, I ponder,
Is there an up there?
Will we again play ball?
_______________________
04/23/18
NEW POEMES ONLY CONTEST II sponsored Emile Pinet
I don’t want to remember when he died. In my head, he has survived, allowed to haunt my memories. Like catch, I’d throw a ball he’d toss it back, for many minutes we’d play like that. The fetch, that’s a different tale, o he’d go get it, like a lightning bolt. However, it was his choice how the game proceeded, should he drop the ball at my feet, then he was up for another retrieve, but if he tossed it to my hand it was catch, twas his demand. I think deep in my subconsciousness a memory his ghost is telling me it was on this day, this date, he left many years ago
nature beckons… come
walks aplenty… always fun
wildlife… memories
To Fifi
You look so cute just lying there
Squidgy cheeks and soft dark hair
You're just so perfect all I see
As you snuggle up to me
You make my cheeks hurt, silly grin
Glued to face ?? much love within
My time at last to understand
My role as 'Nan' to hold your hand
Can't wait to spend more love and time
With my grand-girl so sublime
Will soon be smiles and giggles too
I'll even change your nappy poo
Taken back to years gone by
When sung to daughters lullaby
Fifi oh so beautiful
Our love is indisputable
We'll love you while you're small and curled
And for ever 'til we leave this world
In meantime we will teach you things
'Bout 'olden days' that this life brings
Will try our best to chose words wise
About life before you opened eyes
Our dear sweet girl so much to learn
New roads to reach at every turn
We'll help you walk and write and smile
In others shoes to walk a mile
But mostly we will just be there
To laugh, have fun and always care
Wobbly jiggle
Bit squidgy in the middle
Get trim for the hols!
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