The bun knee, end, the ham stir
r ee ting chock oh lit, end watch ching- 'Moo vees!
Kew dueling...
'Two...Geth er,
uh lone!
The bunny and the hamster,
are eating chocolate and watching- 'Movies!
'Cuddling...
"Together,
alone!
I want to discover a new species please
I will follow a lead or breeze with ease
Under bushels of bees I will soon squeeze
On my sore old knees, beside the spring peas
Until weather changes to a good hard freeze
This opportunity I will now seize
Naming my species whatever I please
Want to come? Join me at the oak trees
I will name my species Peco Vees.
A name I have discovered in a dream of Lee’s.
He told it to me after I used some pleas.
Come with me now, I do not tease.
Soft maples shiver, their thickening sap withdrawn
Birds sit silent on the glistening crust of dawn
Autumn's trumpet sounds on the shifting mountain breeze
Rattling pale cornstalks with the hint of coming freeze
Skies grow quiet save for the honk of passing "vees"
Slowly in a garden work the last of "busy's" bees
Cut fields will slowly wither in the waning warmth of fall
Scarecrows hanging limply long for raven's call
Field mice idly amble to the shelter of the barn
The cat will now have more to do than play with balls of yarn
For summer came - and went - too soon
While coyotes howled beneath its moon
Yet as the shivering maples shed
They know, in spring, they well be bled
John G. Lawless
8/21/2020
A Dracula sandwich if you please
The witch ordered with enormous ease
Gargoyle waiter felt a sudden sneeze
Baby goblin’s laughing with double glees
Mean Mama Goblin put them on her knees
She shook them hard, until there was a breeze
Old Dracula peeked out from behind two trees
We made him into sandwiches, cut into vees
So the witch got her sandwich without a tease.
The goblins were still now on mama’s knees
The waiter had elevated to cook, the kitchen had fleas
And Old Dracula was on his way to heaven as you please.
Various vagabonds vandalized viable vertebrae.
Vitalizing voodooist’s vociferous vultures verified.
Vagarious vagrants vainly validating vultures’ vocabulary.
Variety of vertebrae venomously vindicating venial vagabonds.
Summer's dress is gone
Darken the colors for warmth.
Crops now in harvest,
leaves come tumbling down to earth...
Indian Summer is here.
Cold days, colder nights
Fireplace sings its wooden song.
Cords stacked in rows,
sentinel woods wait outside...
Snuggling up with one you love.
Night comes on too fast
The big yellow moon stands out.
Vees of geese fly south
against the gray sky of day...
Time to change the clocks, again.
Holiday spirits!
Ghosts, Ghouls, and Goblins abound.
Children seek rewards
going to houses unknown...
"Trick or Treat" is the password.
How I love this time
Knowing that year's end is nigh.
Give thanks to the Lord
for His generous nature...
All seen in Autumn's splendor!
Formations fly, two vees silhouetted
against a leaden sky, winging their way
to warmer climes, according to flight plan
scheduled by nature, primal instinct, geese
programmed, heed the call when leaves turn then fall.
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