He stays up with me. Can I rub your hands, Gramma? You are almost there.
Category: Miscellaneous
Tyson (A Tanka Poem, Hour Twenty One)
Tyson (Yes, he was a Boxer!) My gentle giant, Ninety pounds of fun and fur, You kept me laughing. Your silly smile soothed my soul. You left pawprints on my heart. …
Hour 21, Spirit Animal
Would that I could become my own totem, a fantastical blend of all traits I admire in one creature, new to the earth. I would have the stoicism and steadfast strength of the bear, shuffling through my days safe in the certainty that none would…
The king of Jungle
When the mother lion gave birth to a cub She pampered him in every possible way She gave him food, shelder every passing day Then the time came and she taught him to hunt So he can do whatever he feels She taught him that…
prompt 26: Animkiig (Thunderbird) – aaand…a holla back to an older poem…two prompts in one!
Because I am a keener and because I am ready to fall over, I have decided to pull two prompts together – I am replying to an earlier poem in this one about an animal that I have mentioned earlier. animkiig I have…
The Indian Majesty
His majesty incomparable. He,is a paragon of musculinity, but is tender with unfailing fidelity. He breaks the stereotypes, the ethereal black superiority, Elephant. But,what does he think? Little do we think. He dreams, of violent trumpets, of a muddy bath, of caring their calves, of…
nymphomaniac
touch me please me my happy ever after lusty sinner dripping wet blood~ crying for love soft and swollen heart broken never felt this high screaming through the night Amanda Potter©: 2019 Poetry Marathon
Cat-Hour 21
The night has become a blanket of quiet A quilt of solitude Cat sits next to me Tail swishing A warning perhaps He assists this poetry drivel By batting my fingers When they dance across the keyboard I have insulted him with a kiss Degraded…
Charades
A young girl, age seven maybe eight ran jovially through rain splashing in every puddle as she moved Her mom, trailing behind smiles for her child, but her eyes betray her. She is listless. The world has a way of robbing us of even the…
Think About It
In high school, I played Charlotte in Charlotte’s Web. I didn’t like spiders at all, they gave me the heeby-jeebies. Still, I was grateful for the role. It was small, simple, a kid’s play. An hours worth of short scenes retelling a beloved children’s story….