24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Once there was a lordly sheep, a ram “I am”,
not following the herd but breaking new ground.
Challenging the sheep dog while seeking new pastures,
preferring the rapids instead of still waters.
Never was he a sacrificial lamb–not he.
Nor was he like Mary’s lamb–meek and lowly.
Orwellian and all so very contrarian,
a mad Frankenstein mis-cloned his pedigree.
It doesn’t take much
to feel the sting of the world now.
Too much trauma, violence, sadness,
and personal drama
play out everyday.
Gone are the wholesome
“Beaver”-esque ways of life
because everything has changed.
And change isn’t always bad,
but it is what we make it to be.
Starting with us,
we must lead the charge
to give change the best chance
to be better.
A Cat
A cat will not bite
A cat will not scratch
A cat will play fetch
A cat will look up to you
A cat will chase cars
A cat will chase the mailman
A cat will run after cars
A cat will beg for food
A cat will protect you
A cat will not hide
A cat is man’s best friend
NOT
Blocked, stuck, out of focus
Words gone somewhere, can’t find them
What’s a girl to do!!
Creative juices
Where are you, when I need you
Maybe I’m “hangry!”
Not even half way
Poetry Marathon 3
3 for me, that is.
Second wind, maybe
Gibberish I guess for now
Come on second wind
Words, words, words, words, words
Picture prompts, text prompts too
Gonna stretch my legs
Tell, how high can you soar standing so lofty and haughty
above the mulberries and dwarf plants?
Though your leaves strain against the skies,
And receive the first showers of rain,
Yet they bow before my ever-searching lips.
Tempestuous flies test my temper even as my tail eagerly chastises them
My strong hind legs dare hungry cats, stomp the earth-. a warning to the wise
before bones break and warriors weary from battle
limp away in shame.
I rise above all, ruminate over the fresh, fleshy leaves of the wild.
Why did you mow
when I had everything just right?
Now the weeds will grow
in perfect delight.
The flowers will faint
and lose their glow.
There just ain’t
any reason to mow.
A warrior shaped by the jagged edge of time
Weathered by so many seasons of surviving
Fighting battle after battle only to find
He has survived today still breathing
Cold winter months capture his breath at its realease
Exhaling as he climbs the mountain side
His mountain, for here is his home among the trees
Arms of rock and hands of steel with steps of pride
He moves effortlessly through the forest
With every stride hurrying him onward
Legs of endurance put to the test
Passing by with the feet of a leapord
The snow is whiter that any could imagine
An image of a man is seen in the distance
He moves with the stripes of a tiger
His will as the heart of a bear
With the pride of a lion
He moves as the shadow of a panther
With the strength of many men
He closes in to tend to matters
Yes, see its in the air
Like a jet
Hanging without flair
Moving but still there
Its face is out of sight
Tired claws it has hidden
This vertical tarmac not needing
Closed wings, this is its destination
Greasy gas dropping
As if with the wind it was fighting
Surely its time bend has come
With what it has long waited for
To do what eagles do
Some puppets do too
But the day the chicken flew
Never saw it again
But good our ports are filled
With cargos it dropped for us
Apex Predator
Once, I’ve seen an optimistic monkey got eaten by a cynical crocodile
A self-conscious caterpillar turned into a self-assured butterfly
And a denial bee believed that it could actually fly
Everything is uncertain in this deceptive jungle
But be careful with an animal who evolved to tell a lie
Once, I heard about the story of a gullible lion
And an illusive wolf dressed as a grandmother dying
The giant ears of a gentle elephant were used for flying
But in this mystifying forest
Only one animal mastered the art of lying