I thought I heard a weasel pop.
so, I made a California stop,
and crawled back into my Corona,
and hit the gas to Arizona.
They follow me wherever I go,
the weasels of New Mexico.
Like a slug in the solar plexus,
they went with me to East Texas.
I wiped my brow with a bandana
and barreled through Louisiana.
Somehow, I maintained my grip,
speeding blindly through Mississipp.
Weasels wore my red pajamas
somewhere near Mobile, Alabama.
There was nothing left of me for ya,
the night the lights went out in Georgia.
Categories:
weasels, nonsense,
Form: Rhyme
Did I ever tell you about the time
I saw a pair of wild weasels in the
parking lot of the government bunkhouse
I was staying at for the season
And they made me cry
because I had been so misled about weasels
up until that point
No on bothered to mention the
long slender tails and the impossibly slim bodies
and the two-toned palette
of brown and gold
and the joy
with which they hop about
why had no one mentioned
the joy?
Categories:
weasels, animal, environment,
Form: Free verse
WEASELS IN MY HEAD
I've had the weasels in my head.
I've lived with the storm in my shoe.
But if I say this to you,
something so unspeakably true,
will you listen?
Will you deliver me from the land of the lone?
Tonight we sup on sympathy and shame,
tonight we learn I was always to blame.
Once we choose to play that game
you and I know I can never win,
because you can never sin.
Denied my day in the sun,
forever to lurk beyond the horizon,
you tease me with your love, dazzling spun.
But you forget, I've seen paradise:
That hell-hole of wishes, promises, and dreams.
So excuse me now.
I will break our date.
You must dine alone.
So no, I need no rescue.
I only thought bursting forth from your private Eden,
answering my call for help,
just maybe, maybe you would see
the ugly beauty of things coming to be.
But no.
Go back to your fine lines and hypnotic geometry.
I'll make do with my averages.
Having said this,
having spoken the unspeakable truth,
does that shining guilt inside you
make you fear for my benighted soul?
Pray not for my epiphany.
Pray that I, unlike you, will never be blessed
with your perfect serenity.
Categories:
weasels, break up, forgiveness, love,
Form: Rhyme
We look like weasels
But we are related to cats
Let’s do the mongoose cha cha and shake our fats!
Rata Tat Tat, Rata Tat Tat!
We like our meat
But will also eat insects and plants
We bring up our kits together
in a colony where we’ll be eating ants.
Categories:
weasels, animal,
Form: Personification
I find in a godless society
versed so to speak openly correct
truth always becomes the first casualty aborted
It comes under attack with twisted views
heartless beings cursing every good value upside down
whom use vulgar words in order to silence the true facts
Craving acceptance pride filled bullies
condemning souls through their wickedness of deeds
displayed boastfully ignorant goats
Taking away rights it is where it all begins displacing people
stripping us into the core of sanity where hope is lost virtues
focusing on those without sin making them feel dirty for having a choice
A communist state of affairs under lawless acts hide stupid apes
has now entered our modern day democracies underhanded failures
baffoons filled with corruptions sins rotten to the core exist
Categories:
weasels, abortion, cancer, conflict, confusion,
Form: Terza Rima
Brain weasels.
Brain on fire,
Mind in attire.
Not ready to retire,
Energy full of desire,
Sees ruby and sapphire,
What not it wants to aspire,
Not much it has to require,
So much it wants to acquire.
Contest:226,any form max 12 lines.
Sponsor:Brian Strand.
19/10/2016
Categories:
weasels, art, emotions, funny, metaphor,
Form: Monorhyme
On last night's news I heard
of an engineer named K_____ who
invented the microchip and changed
our lives. How the chip now contains
a billion circuits which I still don't get
but what I do perceive is this engineer's
(a man modest in pride, fame and wealth)
achievement of Teilhard de Chardin's vision
of a world that is one organism and a single-
minded mankind.
Also mentioned
were Edison, the Wrights and Ford,
oddly not Einstein, Galileo, Copernicus, Newton,
Hamilton or Jefferson, Christ or Buddha,
or the unknown gatherers and traders
who invented agriculture, money.
8,000 generations and each individual
an experiment gone well or wrong, a chance
to respond with love or grief to the universe's effort
to extinguish us.
Family of weasels, young ones playful.
One reference says they're vicious murderers,
killing for sport. Absurd, I think, in the wild.
Another clarifies they eat ½ their body weight daily,
extremely active, high metabolism, hunt all their caloric needs
before eating. And, like the raccoon, ferocious defenders
of their young.
Categories:
weasels, change, family, grief, love,
Form: Verse