Wind rustles her cover
whining of pups distract
wafting scent entices
weariness piques her need
weakness seduces her
wiliness picks her prey
wantonness her attack
©3/15/2022
In Search Of Prey Poetry Contest
Sponsor = Joseph May
Categories:
wiliness, animal, image, mother, nature,
Form: Pleiades
Bang, bang it was 2 A.M. and everything came crashing down.
Bang, Bang it was 2 A.M. - I jumped up, frantically looking around.
The noise emanated from the attic, so, I unlatched the door.
To my shock and surprise, I saw 3 raccoons rolling around on the floor.
They had knocked down books and toys and even the sleds for the snow.
When I screamed, hysterically, they knew it was time to go.
The roof guy came and patched up the hole in the roof in an attempt to defy.
I considered the matter concluded and decided to get some shut-eye.
But as it’s said a raccoon’s wiliness is known and renowned.
So, that night: bang, bang it was 2 A.M. and everything came crashing down.
Categories:
wiliness, animal, house, silly,
Form: Rhyme
Eye Contact
Some said he had those scary eyes,
unnerving, somehow seeming to look
clear through, capable of seeing the
truth – of you. They didn’t stare at
you, just sort of found you and held
you in an eerie embrace. There was
a glint to the eyes, a sharpness to
the edges, a weary, and wary, wiliness.
And yet, they drew you in, these cold
and smoldering, blue-gray questioners
of all they see. Tight lines rimmed the
edges of the pools, white tipped lashes
fanning and refocusing the laser looks.
And then they smiled, as if something
had just reminded them of a pleasing
sight, a soft sunrise rose across his face,
a gentle fox to kit wink, an unguarded
moment on the parapet of life.
John G. Lawless
9/16/2014
For PD"S A poem you have not entered in a contest #12 poetry contest
Categories:
wiliness, life, wisdom,
Form: Free verse
Love is the ultimate power
Even though I posses this power
I will not make you inferior
I will not take of you an advantage
Even though I am of an older age
But to give you courage
Neither will I buy your love
But according to your wish
Lease I perish
Love must establish
That it will be your wiliness
I will not take your kindness
To be your weakness
Why will I make you cry?
I will pardon your life
Than to see you die
As grapes are for wine
So are you mine
Walk with me and all is fine
Categories:
wiliness, love,
Form: ABC
Seven layers of fodder litter my desk
some of it golden
but mostly just mess
A flashlight -
should darkness suddenly fall
as I sleep at the switch
in case you don’t call
Three AA batteries when I really need four
to fire up the vacuum and suck up the gore
Two pretty flat rocks I can’t bear to discard
I may chew them tonight should I find myself charred
There’s a wee house from Ireland
my friend sent from afar
a condolence for leaving . . .
my front door ajar
An adding machine to calculate my losses
the numbers fly backwards, like aging,
but reverses
A roll of paper towels, a bottle of Windexes
as I tinker and fiddle and deny and digresses
I came in this room to clean up my messes
from 2005 I hope to start freshes
Here’s a blast from the past, a flash in the pan
a pig in a poke, a tickle and a smoke
It’s so worth the effort and a waste of my time
to blow up the past and change up the rhyme
so tell me you love me and I could care if it’s true
cuz ‘06 is here in its wiliness right on cue
It better be damned good, 'cause last year sucked the big one
. . . in days of auld lang syne
Categories:
wiliness, funny, life, parody, me,
Form: Free verse