Elderly snail man with a wrinkled body and face
You are aging out fast, without delicacy or grace
Your eyes are squinty now as if they are full of mace.
At least the old women in the complex no longer give chase.
Categories:
squinty, 4th grade, 5th grade,
Form: Monorhyme
has small squinty eyes
brutal attacks he applies
never very wise
over a barrel
so Putin should be sterile
life is imperil
from our deduction
Putin wants total destruction
has a compunction
up us story chocks
Putin likes to harm all folks
Sandy Hook was hoax
God made no mistake
look at me who He did make
perfect and complete
In Brunswick Beacon Newspaper
in Shallotte, NC
April 14, 2022
Categories:
squinty, allegory, analogy,
Form: Haiku
Ah, February
You and your groundhog
Torment me, tease me
With the fictitious hoax
Of an early Spring.
Oh, why do I still hope?
Knowing that the cards are dealt
By madmen
In top hats worshiping
A despondent despot
A long nosed, squinty eyed
Overstuffed rodent.
Ah, February
Your shortness conceals
The depth of your coldness
The icy twinge of your sunshine
The hollow sting of your emptiness.
And yet sweet February
We bare our hearts
Carry roses for you
Wax poetic on your behalf
For love is not a season
But a moment in the midst
Of madness.
John G. Lawless
©2/3/2022
Categories:
squinty, february, heart, love, valentines
Form: Free verse
She's bound to know this time you lied.
She must have noticed when you kissed the bride.
The hand that lingered a little too long.
The softest kiss with a hint of tongue.
The longing look as you drew apart.
"The bastard, he must have slept with the tart."
The forced smile and the squinty eyes.
You just know she's disseminating all your lies.
The nervous walk, back to your table.
You want to run but know you're not able.
You try to make conversation but she's not talking.
That's when you know, you're a dead man walking.
Categories:
squinty, humor, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
Lemons squeeze reality into tiny sour drops
Cherry pops on clouds turn red with envy
Apple blossoms fly through branches down
Which requires acrobatic accuracy astounding
Explosions are the foundation of reality
If they don’t wake you up than nothing will
Oranges fall from trees when shaken up
Bananas cost too much and come in bunches
Never trust them or their color to be ripe
When cherry bombs go pop, clouds disappear
Tranquility is another word for love dispersed
Ask tangerines for their opinions
Lemons wake us up to squinty faces
Gentle to the touch they grow on trees
Left alone they come in yellow squeezed
Categories:
squinty, fruit, judgement, wisdom,
Form: Free verse
Voices traverse the medians of my head
or, at least they used to...I thought I didn’t
always like what they had to say...at least
they said something that was interesting
I forgot what I was supposed to remember
a while back, I took my dog shopping only
I didn’t find what I was looking for because
nothing is exactly where we left it, there
is an illusion that it is the same yet I have
no proof and I am always seeking proof
what I see with my eyes I no longer consider
proof of anything out of the ordinary
would I recognize it if I could see it?
Squinty eyes makes the world a different
flavor of perception perhaps sweet, nooooo,
perhaps savory is the best selection of all
Would you know if savory was really
Sweet Heart to thine own self be true
no selflessness, no selfishness, only to
thine own self be true.
Categories:
squinty, inspiration,
Form: Blank verse
Mom shrieks as I tap like Ginger Rogers on the kitchen floor.
The raggedy mop with rigid brows swishes me out the door.
With squinty eyes, the traffic cop regent-points to the yard.
Her majesty, with dish soap hands, wallops my cap, soft not hard.
3/13/2019
Word Morph Contest
Sponsor - Jesse Rowe
Categories:
squinty, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Squinty morning rays
Sparkle on the dewy grass
Dog's muddy paw prints
Categories:
squinty, dog, morning,
Form: Haiku
Awakening
What of the wild waist willow,
That shoots weeping spears,
Across near dumpy pillows,
Creating forests of fear?
Aye forests of fear,
Skulking carpets of eyes,
Watching us as we near,
Waiting to create fearful cries.
Such fearful screeching cries,
Ring out above slashing torment,
As gargoyles grin squinty eyes,
True hell opening, demons sent.
These fallen gutter gargoyles,
Dripping pain like mossy rain,
Dark pools, so still, so silent, so deep,
We wake trembling from disturbed sleep.
@Andrew Carnegie, sleepy eyed Wiltshire, early 6th January 2017.
If you would like to know a bit about me and my poetry please click this link below:
https://youtu.be/Ic_V7aX4xbk
Categories:
squinty, allusion, analogy, anxiety, imagination,
Form: Quintain (English)
My Haiku Has Hit New Standard
My poems should remain
Safe and Sound, secure and sane
Pure, simple and plain.
More my brain does move
You a message will behoove
Poems they can improve.
My poems are plenty
Both of my eyes are squinty
Saw immunity.
Poems new standard set
Even also better yet
You and them have met.
Memories poems make
And breath away they will take
World started to shake
Great my poems became
And me you will have to blame
So read more of same.
James Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Categories:
squinty, poems, poetry,
Form: Haiku
I found a bit of poetry
tacked up on a door
while wandering through the halls
of the latest-greatest war
So I scootchied up my dungarees,
and with squinty eyes I read,
“If you can read this poetry
you are likely dead.
Because there is no door here,
nothing written on a gate,
the poem which you are looking at
is nothing but your fate.
‘Cause the hogging hungry war machine
run by grinchy greedy men
has an appetite for carnage,
which seems to have no end.
Chaos is it’s business,
making bucks for those,
who’ve no regard for living things.
That’s the way it goes.
By turning life to death
(the basics of their plan)
they pad their purse and pockets
just because they can.”
I thought I thought a thought
(or, I guess, I thought I did),
“Before the latest-greatest war,
I surely wish I’d hid.”
I learned skills for making kills,
but two things I abhor:
those kills which give folks thrills
and the latest-greatest war.
Categories:
squinty, war,
Form: Rhyme
It’s not the word “Mother”
that means anything to me,
it’s the emotion and love inside the word,
hidden, for all to see, it’s the
Mold I measure myself by, the
Optimism I learned, the
Tower of strength I lean on, the
Hearth and home that nurtured, the
Encouragement to fly, and the
Rock that has held our family together through the years.
It’s the woman I call Mother
and her gentle, loving eyes,
that “squinty” look, the love and pride
that sees right through the lies.
Her poise, her laughter,
her intimidation, and her grace,
her smile of encouragement and
the patience on her face.
She’s all the thing I hope to be,
a vibrant, bright bouquet,
as breath taking and beautiful,
as the first daffodil in May.
© 5/10/14 TDR
Categories:
squinty, inspiration, mother, tribute,
Form: Rhyme
Leonine, with whispy fur,
So soft it’d make a human purr.
Squinty eyes and button nose,
no stranger to a model’s pose.
Stalks the halls of Sarah’s lair,
a life of ease sublimely fair.
You may think he’s just a cat,
But we all know he’s more than that.
[Written in honor of a friend's Himalayan Persian--I think---a personable cat that I often use as a character in short stories and even a radio script.]
[For anyone interested in the radio show I wrote about Duffy, here is a link: http://sylvannovelust.blogspot.com/2013/12/adventures-of-duffy-dean-unified-story.html]
Categories:
squinty, cat,
Form: Rhyme
The impressive buildings on the Glasgow sky
Compliment life on the River Clyde
With its many secrets it cannot hide
But that is life in Glasgow.
From the understated Squinty Bridge
And George Square to Buchanan Street
Makes it hard for a "Weegie" to leave
But that is life in Glasgow.
A "Weegie" takes the good and bad
Supporting a British with Scottish flag
And tension flows between the clans
But that is life in Glasgow.
It's music and it's celebrity stars
Do not hide its gangster past
No such thing as a "Weegie" facade.
But that is life in Glasgow.
Glasgow life gets under your skin
The richness of a life it brings
A melting pot of good and sin
But that is life in Glasgow.
Categories:
squinty, life, life, life,
Form: Verse
Our love is simple
A sparkle in the eye
A handhold
A sneaky kiss
Our love is childish
Running around the kitchen table
Peeking in the shower
Waiting behind a corner….
Our love is boring
laying on the couch
fetching a glass of water
watching that show you hate
Our love is tender
A kiss on the top of a hand
Tracing tattoos with fingertips
Hugging them while they're busy
Our love is kind
“It will be ok”
“I miss you”
“You’re beautiful”
Our love is ours
Weird kisses
Inside jokes
Squinty eyes
Our love is unbreakable
The hooking of pinkies.
Categories:
squinty, love, love,
Form: Free verse
Related Poems