Rat tat, tat, what is all that?
Pop, bang, boom,
that should not be in our room.
Now my friend that sits next to me is hurting.
Today's lesson was learning about different colors,
I never knew that reds and purples
would make me feel so faint.
Ms. Clarkson says we just be still and quiet,
without a peep.
Steven next to me is doing just that,
he seems almost asleep.
Rat tat, tat, what is all that?
Pop, bang, boom.
That should not be in our room.
More of my friends
are now resting on the floor,
I want to run for the door.
Everyone is crying,
I am crying too,
This is no dream,
I don't know what to do.
My school work is torn to pieces
and floating in the air.
Where is my mom and dad,
this all seems so unfair.
Rat, tat, tat.
Rat, tat, tat.
Rat, tat, tat.
Rat, tat, tat.
Type of lace
Accentuating fine attire or
Tattoos accessorizing skin
Silence layers silence, we enter deep trance
As awareness self-aware, heart invokes grace
Our formless consciousness joins the cosmic dance
Our presence expands engulfing all of space
As breath of God, in all living forms we prance
The entire universe in us we encase
This epiphany signals we are the all
Wake up hermit, truth of our true Self recall
it’s no ‘tit for tat’…
mere revenge … justice is not…
to set straight… it ought
What woman, upon meeting, mentions a woman’s “****.”
**** for tat and all that.
Were we having a conversation?
It took a severe turn; laughed it off.
Did I mention, her’s were laughable.
She was affable but strange.
The conversation was not uplifting.
She was a caretaker, parked in the park.
Benched
‘cause of her “arthritis.”
Strangers, strangely, let you know
what they’re about.
Pouting ‘cause her ****
were smaller bits.
O-Kay…
So I quickly made for my car,
leaving her business card
in her pocket, not mine.
Minding my own business
next time.
If everyone gave tit for tat,
Who knows where we would all be at
For every slight that we perceive
Bounced back to make another grieve
Would keep the cycle going ‘til
We finally would have our fill
Which would be never, for to reach
Another’s heart across the breach,
We need a willingness to bend
And then, before we reach the end,
There must be someone waiting there
To take the time and really care.
Until that day, there’ll always be
A lack of opportunity
To work through feelings that arise
When one may, cluelessly, surmise
A disregard and therefore, that
Will cause another tit for tat.
Tit for tat and all of that
Leaves all with less and less.
A hit for that, ‘round swings the bat
Doctor, here’s more wounds to dress!
A tit for tat, what is that?
A remedy or a curse?
Rat a tat, comes the attack
Nothing is better, but worse.
A tit for tat from ages past
Learning nothing; anger driven.
Revenge and justice here at last
Or perpetual suffering given?
Tit for tat, they grow up fast
Seeing the ways of fools.
Evil loves to repeat the past
Love has better rules.
Lives are lost when forgiveness dies
War never ends where hatred thrives.
Only peace stills infant cries
Pray love instead, will conquer lives.
Being shy Sassy used to run and hide
when a stranger she would spy
But the two old boys had none of that
they would eagerly go on a barking attack
Sassy watch them having fun
and before you knew it she was the one
Prowling the yard listening to hear
anything approaching to bark at with cheer
Being ornery I would point and shout
bad old puddy tat when a stray one was about
Sassy would see and bark in delight
as the scared cat would scurry off in fright
If stray dogs ever abound I would point and shout
doggie and Sassy barking and running with clout
So often did I do this now it seems in a way
Sassy knows the meaning of the words I say
For if no cat is around saying puddy tat
Sassy looks for a cat to bark at
Same goes for doggie she springs to bark
but if not one there it saddens her heart
So I only say doggie and puddy tat
when there are stray dogs and cats
So Sassy can run and bark at them
brings her joy as her tail is a wagging.
Remember when the ink, a writer’s tat, like a cobra spiralling ‘round fingers and arms, wielded power. Splotches, balled up, thrown into the basket hoop, flooding the creative canal. Ideas danced like mad flames, charming, rhyming, flipping, flopping, finally happy, no crossing out, neverending editing, feathers flapping, inkwell splattering, until the words must be kept.
Eyes the color of dawn, never set. The romance never kept. Captivated by the sea, trees, and wolves. Hair like a cape ‘round the shoulders, as the cold swirls about, as the fire almost goes out. Only then does the poet gather her skirts and wood, and nibble a biscuit, pour herself into bed.
Her dreams and nightmares will be channelled into tomorrow’s inkwell. She lives inside a warm womb, in a butterfly's cocoon, in a bear’s hibernation cave. She spins fairytale gold.
Jon Stewart, sometimes host of The Daily Show ridicules Trump,
then dares jump to the other side and does the same to Biden.
His viewers won't buy that second one, all caterwauling,
You didn't warn me/them/us/they/he/she/vis or the xemeself
That you had intention to go rogue and do that tit for tat!
Go ahead and demean the Don, he's earned every bit of it,
But leave old Joe alone, he deserves our love and loyalty!
Like a meteor shower
Hailing down from heights unknown
TRUTH bombs dropping every hour
Into a heart where WORD has been sown
Opening up new possibilities
Unimaginable til now
The VOID in every door jam
Beckoning rhythm to bow
Sorrow and grief want to dance
With depression upon the back
Swing, two three, jump, and glide
Over the dip, missing the crack
...where LOVE embraces lack
Written by Trudy Schrader on 11-19-2023
An eye for an eye
A lie for a truth
A song for a sigh
A note for a groove
A line for a page
A pen for some ink
A light for a stage
A show for a drink
An app for an age
A web for a site
A chart for a gage
A gig for a bite
A kiss for a chance
A tongue for a taste
A Duce for a dance
A catch for a phrase
~Billy Hitz~
You stole from me!
I'll steal it back!
What's wrong with that?
Why do you mind?
If you hit me and I hit you back,
Tit for Tat.
If you lie to me and I lie back,
Tit for Tat
If you steal from me and I steal back
Tit for Tat
This for this
And that for that
I think that sometimes this is true
And it should be so,
Other times its common sense
Not to tittle-tattle so.
If you do a kindness
You cannot take it back.
It would be mindless,
To expect Tit for Tat.
First posted 2021
Leaving his wife to her fate,
He went with another on a date.
With no protective shield,
He entered the field.
Forever, for him, his spouse shut the gate.
A Funny or Bawdy Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Date: 05-05-2023
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