I am a squirrel
Brown black as the ground
I tumble Flip and Flop
Birds chase me
I gather nuts to eat
Other rodents not as pretty
I can leap from tree to tree
limb to Limb
I can run up and down
a tree
I am a squirrel
6/3/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr 2021
Categories:
squirreling, adventure, animal,
Form: Free verse
In a kingdom full of turkeys
I heard a splendid fluffy ducking
I am just a rabbit hopping
Floating my passions wet and scaly goldfishing
Surrounded by violent guppies
I am just a rabbit hopping
Trap stumbling swatting squirreling
Zipping zapping tails much are marble
As those the silent horned owls hoot-hoot owls laughing
Laughing at me as I hopped
I heard a glancing hanging flopping
I was worn about my stopping
hoppity hop hop I'm hopping
I am just a rabbit hopping
4/20/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Categories:
squirreling, adventure, analogy, animal, engagement,
Form: Free verse
O COVID with the MO-VID, you murder bug,
Your sweet quarantine champions my gloom.
Never the buff of a handshake or hug,
Serene in the still of my fond hermit room,
Blessed detention, the liberty of walls;
And though this woe suffers me to talk
To those within these connubial halls,
Exposing my hokum, I say Fie to the Pock,
And mop my **** on duplicitous reams
Of Scotts fair ply, though I’m uncertain why
I stalk the isles in this squirreling dream
Most grateful to shop, most willing to buy
What I do not know: what this mad old bastard
Needs from his truth, and what happens after.
Categories:
squirreling, cousin, solitude,
Form: Sonnet
my pet peeve is
selfishness
taking it all
not sharing
hoarding
being greedy
squirreling it away
in a mean way
letting it rot
not caring
that others don not have
Not caring that many
starved or went without
because your goal
was to have more than enough
for yourself
so now you gloat
you have won
But have you?
Categories:
squirreling, angst, anxiety,
Form: List
People are hurrying, scurrying, worrying
Frenziedly squirreling clusters away.
Rumbling hypotheses riding on every breeze
Cast a malificent shadow our way.
Spreading pervasively, sneakily, rapidly,
Spanning the continents, changing its tack,
Causing uncertainty, splitting humanity
Interdependency starting to crack.
Tension is rising, it's hardly surprising that
Feverish tremors disquiet the land
Something's approaching, invading, encroaching,
An unwelcome visitor, wholly unplanned.
.........................
Panic diminishes, wariness finishes
Neighbourly kindliness starting to spread,
Care for the elderly, healthy mentality
Sense of engagement and friendship instead.
Atmosphere's changing, the ranting and raging
Uncertainty, death and disease have left town.
Nobler priorities flavour communities
Stage set for change as the curtain comes down.
13.03.20
Coronavirus Covid-19 Poetry Contest - sponsored by Team Poetrysoup N/A
Categories:
squirreling, fear,
Form: Rhyme
The stars are not so far.
You may pluck them
like berries, and pop them in your mouth
and they will twinkle on your tongue,
or you can put them in your pockets like candies,
or carry them home in a handkerchief.
Remember to roll up your slacks
as you stand in the river of wind,
your bare feet clutching the grass as you reach.
Night makes you taller than the street lamps
as you stroll farther and farther from bed,
your head about to bump the moon.
The Earth does not feel your weight
as it spins through the darkness
unable to reach the end,
just spinning
and spinning through darkness,
meteors flying past it like warning shots
as meteorites penetrate its airy flesh.
And it spins as fast as it can
trying to stay out of the way
but unable to escape,
blue and beautiful,
a jewel the rocks will never celebrate
as they collide in space in "hoorays" of dust and
silent booms.
Blue jewels are not gems in space
they are freaks,
forever squirreling around the sun,
as the galaxy goes on,
twinkles on,
spiraling down the cosmic drain
of a
big
black
hole ---
Categories:
squirreling, adventure, angst, deep, depression,
Form: I do not know?
One month deep and winter wears no crown.
Warm Southerly breezes still with scepter rule
without a complaint from newly budded trees
and blades of grass, green as an emerald jewel.
Japanese magnolias have all bloomed too early.
Pink and purple petals fall softly to the ground
breath of Mariah whistles through the branches,
leaving them torn and heaped in a pastel mound.
Squirrels scurry in circles up and down the oaks.
Ripe acorns still hang from the old ancient arms.
There'd been no need for squirreling them away,
hints of Winter weather had all been false alarms.
No need for coats and boots that weigh too much.
Nature doesn't mind the lack of a chilly Winter blast.
It's great not to worry about having to shovel snow.
I'm pleased by the attempt of Autumn, holding fast.
Categories:
squirreling, seasons,
Form: Rhyme
there's a monkey on my bed
jumping from corner to corner
squirreling away all my dreams
some unpassported foreigner
this prehensile tale could
wait until the daylight
instead, I light the lamp
and scratch the pad tonight
fumbling glasses, searching pen
trying to convey mindful bits
caught in presleep's branches
before monkey flits and I forget
it always seems to be like this
eyes closed, trying not to think
primed primate moves my mind
incessantly adding a missing link
well aware from past experience
of what the monkey will take away
and hide among lush floral jungle
I write quickly what I hope to say
tomorrow, or soon, though maybe never
I'll pick up this scrape of note
to decipher what I meant last night
and continue what the monkey wrote
© Goode Guy 2011-06-02
Categories:
squirreling, animals, on writing and
Form: Rhyme