Miss Maddie Muskrat mastered Missouri mud
Reveling and rolling in it in a joyful way
Catfish groused that she was mucking up the river
Bass, bluegill and crappie told catfish off
Muskrat makes us happy with her positive attitude
Catfish had never thought about that side of it
He adjusted his attitude and began enjoying her mud antics
They became happy friends after that, thanks to this lecture
One wish
When I leave my body
When I enter yours
Wish back the brave
Watch the day roar
The sins warmth gone in a wicker haze
Done with sorcery
Watching your body become mine
Iam walking up the river
Ill be at your place tonight soon
At least by the end of time
Take me back to when there was nothing but fun
Bring me one wish
The clothes that you wear
The freedom I feel
To be with you
I want to.live beyond the power of threads and threats appetite and meds
The first time I saw you - there -
Sophisticated, warm-blooded,
And for a kiss, you blubbered -
Barbary lipped, presenting the bill.
If I'd snuggle up, you'd cover me in fur.
Coo-ee! A real little nest egg,
Said you had it all laid out -
Liar!
Paid me up the river,
Rule of the rudder,
Waddling off -
As though your feet were webbed.
Then, as the tide ebbed -
More of me bled.
Keep your platitudes, Platypus!
gorgeous purple impatiens
deep rooted, holding up the river
revered by lily pads
honored by orange and white koi
I follow their lead and take a photo
of course it could never equal the real thing
the serene feelings of reverence of the landscape
they are three-dimensional goddesses if you ask me
leave me here
sleeve me here
in red
in my ashy bed
i never want to see light again
once there was a lady
who like to where the color blue
i never once thought that she would be shady
nope, never even had a clue
professionalism went out of the window
once she changed the way i watched the wind blow
she was the alcohol to the heartbeat of my liver
i died a slow death when the nature of her wrath sent me up the river
leave me here
sleeve me here
in black
with a size 8 stiletto heel print on my back
i never want to know what is bright again
The rainy weather
Fills up the river.
Over the sea to the north of me, up the river where the crocodiles roam in the village of my lovers home. Painting his face with black, ochre and white, looking just right with the cutest dimples shaping from his magnetic smile. Dedication to his people and culture brings an obscure haze between us where vision blurs hence spirit lifts to fly home, leaving the eagles circling the sky without...me. Wonder if he will follow though how would he with clipped wings and chains of commitment weighing mercilessly his ankles and heart?
Pushy people-person, little silver fish
Inspiring idealist, with an iridescent swish
Swimming up the river, flowing all the way back down
Colour loving creature, too deep and you will drown
Ever-seeking others, happy in the shoal
Stop and think, when on the brink, are you happy in your goal
31/03/2021
We drove down the road. I saw such wondrous things. My eyes took in the steep sided grassy valley. In the bottom was a sparkling river. Sun reflected on the water which flowed over rocks. The small river had cut the valley. No more than a stream.
It wound lazily, climbed steeply in places and was powerful in size. They said Vikings settled here. I see no evidence. The local village was set up by Danes. They named it, their legacy. Both vocal and in stone.
Looking up from the river, up the valley side, I see a tree. A huge one by the road. The base must be twenty feet thick. And two hundred high. It's a Danish tree. Transported here as a seed by soldiers. A thousand years old.
I've seen such trees in Denmark. In that tranquil little country, the highest places are trees. There are no hills or mountains there. And only one small two metre waterfall there. Nothing like this stunning one. The Danish invaders must have loved this land.
I want us to stop and sleep under the tree. To hike up the river. Our time here is so brief. We have other sites to see. Will they be magnificent like these?
Picnic by Jimmy Boom Semtex
We traveled far up the river on
rafts made of paper and crayons.
Strange colors we favored for
flights far off in distant lands.
Afternoons of cookie crumbs
spread across the living room floor.
We sped in cars of wax and putty
and knocked down green men of war.
In rockets made of wooden sticks
We were the first to land on mars.
We fought off monsters that transformed
And shot down all the stars.
We fought both the stars and wars
right alongside the dark night.
We dressed up Joe in army clothes
so he could stand up and fight.
We played with wheels that were hot
and matched up boxes on plastic tracks
so we could be the fastest driver
To ever run the track and back.
We spent our days together
spending time making memories.
They were the best I can remember
and now I’m 63.
you live in me ... still ...
so many adventurous years
since I held your gaze ... heard your voice
felt your fingers fill the spaces in mine, perfectly
mixed my spirit and body with yours
swam up the river of your soul
to THAT place - the undefined realm of unity
and loss of self
so many moons that should have kissed your skin
so many sighs and thoughts
given to empty wishes
yet you are there -
deep in the places I hold you, safe
where others can not see or admonish for yesterday's sake
where you can not thrust your blade
of casual indifference
or let bleed to the passing of time
the memory of all we were
you live in me ... still ...
and my last breath ... will be yours.
~ 6th Place ~ in the "Late July 2018 Premiere Any Form Or None" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor & Judge.
I can't play marbles in the rain -
Or even spin my top.
My skates will not roll in puddles,
And it's too wet to hop.
Ah, but I can be a pirate,
And I can float my boat
Up the river from New Orleans
In my hurricane coat.
Look yonder off the starboard side.
Some say it's just tadpoles.
But I know sharks when I see sharks -
I pity some sad souls.
I see a frigate northward bound
Gold laden, riding low.
I order all strip for action -
We'll take her with one blow,
I hear a call from the galley.
Noon meal is getting cold.
Golden frigate will have to wait
The cook is sounding bold.
I note position of the prize,
And mark it on my map.
I'll take it after my noon meal -
And maybe after nap.
6-19-18
Foe Caren Krutsinger's contest Pure Childlike Fun and Enthusiasm
When a burglar ate some of my expired food, it made him expire.
The next day I learned that an attorney was who I needed to hire.
They've sent me up the river for twenty years for manslaughter.
I've lost 50 pounds because they only feed me bread and water.
I wish that I had a bottle of Jack Daniels or vodka because I want to get soused.
What the hell has the USA come to when I go to jail because a thief burgled my house?
I hadn't gotten around to throwing my expired food in the trash.
Now I cry every day because my attorney took all of my cash.
Even though he took all of my money, he lost the case.
The prisoners lust after each other in this horrible place.
I can't take this prison any longer, my situation is so dire.
If you get arrested, my lawyer is somebody you shouldn't hire.
A British surgeon yearning for
Some immortality
Did laser his initials
On some livers, carefully.
His action was uncovered
When one liver didn’t heal;
With a second operation,
The initials did reveal.
I wonder at his motives
For if it were simply pride,
Why then etch his inspiration
In a place so deep inside?
In the end it doesn’t matter
For the courts will soon deliver
This strange surgeon and his hubris
To his new home up the river.
A koi rising up the river of ascending
Reaching the highest honor
Shedding scales to transcend to a great beast
Dragon
He flies with a roar of courage, breathing fire through the clouds, with righteous fury spewing
Divine yang
The symbol of distant glory
Stripes baring camouflage
Claws and canines to lash out extreme force
She burns bright in the forest of the night
Immortal hands and eyes
Glamorous Yin
Dragon and Tiger attraction, magnetic personalities
Mutual power of dynamic, giving way to irritation
Lover’s combustion bond
Dragon yang meets any provocation
Tiger yin lays to her impulsive mercurial ways
Two signs of a burst of energy
A brash and courageous Dragon seeks out Tiger’s love
Possessing compassion and understanding
Zodiac strong forces binding
Feeling appreciated and desired, they will always be in perfect infatuation
Yin and yang
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