Snow Angels, Snowpeople, and Evergreen Trees
When winter comes, children know how to have fun.
Laughing and catching snowflakes with their tongues
Or lying flat on their backs with arms flapping up and down
While swinging their legs in and out in unison;
Then carefully standing up to step out of the area
To marvel upon the angel shapes they’ve created.
Or roll sticky snow into balls piled upon each
To form snowpeople with stickily arms and no feet
And coal chunk eyes and smiling lips and buttoned up chests
And old scarves wrapped around their necks;
With carrots for their noses and old, worn-out hats on their heads;
That look almost real, so the children nodded and said.
And evergreen trees they love to decorate to the hilt,
With pretty ornaments, hanging icicles, and tinsel strings,
And swirls and twirls of twinkling lights wrapped around the tree
And a star of wonder, shining innocently, adorning the top,
With presents underneath wrapped in colourful tissue paper.
The first one to sleep is the first one to rise, come Christmas morning.
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Categories:
stickily, children, fun, winter,
Form: Verse
A dollop of marmalade
dripped off my toast
and onto my wrist
raising my wrist to lick it off
I smeared the toast into my hair
now in the macro scheme of things
it isn’t much
but
after a morning that includes
an empty toothpaste tube
squeezed flat
and rolled up really tight
and a shoe-lace
that snapped four eyes down
my toast
sliding stickily down the wall
is
I’m willing to bet
letting me know
in no uncertain terms
that all is not as it should be
and that my day ahead
is going to be a little rough.
Categories:
stickily, morning,
Form: Free verse
Sickly sickly treacle trickley
seeps on, mouldering down the crock.
Stickily sticky it steadily, trickily
keeps on for many a round of the clock.
I wonder I wonder if I would turn green
Should I gutsily plunder its festering urn,
Or should I desecrate such a picnic-y scene
If I’d gently expire or clamorously burn.
Quickly quickly treacle slickly
Drippily dribbles down onto the floor—
‘Fore I can supply my sick wonder
The trickley treacle has trickled off and is no more.
Categories:
stickily, humorous, silly, word play,
Form: Rhyme
the mouse is eaten
stickily devoured
venus fly trap death
should I be guilty?
my trap but also my house
I hear it screaming
Categories:
stickily, animal,
Form: Free verse
The New Normal
by M. Griswold
05022020
Social distancing, together apart, six feet between.
Is the new normal to be sociably, acceptably clean.
Where has humanity come to after all our evolution.
Only to be separated by a pandemic's fearful solution.
We stay at home internet bound, no touching please.
Hiding behind masks to protect us from another's sneeze.
No shaking of hands or slow dancing, it's stickily forbidden.
Isolation is our new normal for fear of being germ bitten.
What have we come to and where are we fearfully going.
To live and be afraid of one another's closeness showing.
Giving up that which makes our human community strong.
Letting this evil control us though it's ill corrupted song.
The new normal is not normal for a social humanity.
We shouldn't allow a lie to become our twisted insanity.
Let us stand up and take the precautions that we must.
And dwell within the hope and peace of a God we trust.
Categories:
stickily, humanity,
Form: Rhyme
Twisted popcorn lace decorates
The eastern pale blue sky
A canopy of delight hangs
Miles and miles up high
Upon the eastern horizon
An orange sun seeks to climb
Across the sun streaks of purple clouds
The sun arrives just in time
Apricot jam slathered across
Dripping stickily on pines
Silhouetting an outline there
Of oaks and pines combined
Thank you, God, for the beautiful
Artistic scene on the sky
A few moments to watch nature
And swallows dart and fly
Categories:
stickily, beauty, blessing, faith,
Form: Rhyme
A QUICKIE
At last resorting to trickery
faking orgasms so stickily
that the bed sheets adhered
to her bush, and his beard
pleased it was over so quickily.
John G. Lawless
6/18/2014
Categories:
stickily, lust,
Form: Limerick