Wit and Whimsy - Hello Poetry

Dec 2016

Elizabeth Squires

Spamming

spamming your email inbox
with messages that harass
none of them do you wish
to have on your receipt's pass

these sorts of communications
you haven't requested
though the pushy sender thinks
of them you'll be invested

do you ever recall asking
for bedeviling telegraph cables
to be jammed into your
receiving stables

#satire #email #harass #spamming #pushy #bedeviling

Dec 2016

b for short

green light

There is a green light,
refusing to take shape.
He speaks to me in laughs
and leaves messages in the sunsets.
He nods, as if there is something
he knows that I'll never know.
And he laughs
and laughs
and laughs.
Without a word, it is understood
that I’m the fawn,
slipping on the ice with tangled legs,
and he watches with a silent smile—
a smile I can’t see, but I feel.
the same smile stitched on
with thread spun by
the infinite secrets of the universe.
A smile that tells me
a fawn finds her footing
before night falls.

#green #light #spirits #bambi

Dec 2016

Elizabeth Squires

Wig's Touting

due to me reaching
that post menopausal age
there's a hirsute carpet
growing on my chin's stage

a goatee beard adorns
in such distinguishing tone
it's envy of my neighbour
Russell John Stone

over the years he's tried
to cultivate an abundant hair tress
but alas his bare cranium
has borne less and less

since my whiskers
are so prolific in sprouting
I could shave them off
for his wig's touting

#satire #post #wig #whiskers #menopausal

Nov 2016

chimaera

a silly thing

older.

(not elder)

still.

older.

my kingdom
for your kiss.

10 w
21.11.2016

Nov 2016

b for short

little piano ditty

Come find me under tiger striped skies.
I’ll be the one sitting in front of a piano painted
a shade of faded limes with yellowed keys;
I’ll be the one who finally learned how to read notes
just as well as words.
Between compositions, I’ll wait for you.
I’ll run my fingers through these tall grasses
that live to freely dance against golden sunsets—
that never bury themselves behind unreachable horizons.
I’ll count each blade as a stroke of bewilderment
induced by a world who can’t accept that it is,
in fact, part of something so much bigger than itself.
Come find me, and I’ll teach you
how to speak the music that can be touched—
the music that dances on the tongue—
the music that will make you love again.

Nov 2016

b for short

twenty-eight

Twenty-eight has toes
butted up against a pitch black promise.
It tastes like mint tea and sucralose,
semi-sweet wine, and runny egg yolks.
It's colonies of bats, strung still in a cave,
bursting into flight whenever provoked.
Twenty-eight has a thousand eyes
looking in every direction
and nimble fingers holding a pocket watch
ticking only in double time.
It understands death
but still can't help but take its days for granted.
Twenty-eight pays rent
but would rather sleep on the beach tonight.
It practices the alchemy that can change
base metal regrets into precious gold vision.
It beats and breathes on the assumption
that it has tomorrows to spend.
Twenty-eight walks a tightrope woven
with expectations and balances only
by the weight of its dreams.
It trudges through thickets and thorns
if only to tell the stories behind its scars.
Terrifyingly beautiful,
that twenty-eight.

Nov 2016

b for short

flower metaphors are so cheesy

Enveloped tightly in a space
that once provided enough
but never promised a lifetime.
She twists and unfurls
beneath its surface,
ignorant of even her own colors,
her shape, her scent, her purpose.
And when she breaks open,
it is not without fear of wilting.
It is not without fateful wonder.
Still, she blooms,
catching the sun
just as the universe intended.

Oct 2016

b for short

thin veil

I wonder what song
was playing in your head
when you suddenly realized
that you were dead.
Shim-sham', shakin' your way
right back into the universe.
And I’m trying, just trying
to follow your breadcrumbs.

© Bitsy Sanders, October 2016

Samhain, thin veil between spirit worlds.
I think I'll find you tonight.

#thin #halloween #veil #samhain

Oct 2016

b for short

anyone got a light?

One more dusty rotation
around this earth,
following deep grooves with stories
that suggest
this ain’t my first rodeo.
I can’t manage to keep hold of
a single thing they boast of worth,
but I have a finger on my awareness,
and that’s a start.
Meanwhile, the universe simmers
and bubbles, unsteady—
her shaky fuse lit and ready to go.
Restlessness and an urgency
felt with every passing second,
but she hasn't told me why.
And when I squint for a solution,
all I make out are
muted colors and shapes with no edges.
Abstract suggestion of a journey I know
I was born to grab by the lapels—
to collect lessons from grooves
and their dust
and gut feelings—
to allow them to transform
my armfuls of nowheres
to somewheres.
So, I tighten the grip of my thighs
on this carousel horse of mine,
careful not to let the circles
ride *me.

#universe #spirit #beginnings #madeupwords

Sep 2016

Elizabeth Squires

Happy Ending Trending (Monorhyme)

trending
                           trending
                                                       trending
the collective's trending
is unending
this form of trending
has proven to be mind bending
trending
trending
trending
it's as though the collective's trending
won't be ending
nor in the foreseeable future
will it be suspending
trending
                           trending
                                                      trending
would appear that the trending
is always ideally lending
to the collective's
trending befriending
trending
trending
trending
aren't tales of trending
made for those
who enjoy the extending
of a happy ending
trending
                           trending
                                                       trending

#satire #unending #trending #collectives

Sep 2016

Elizabeth Squires

Edward Deek

a consummate character actor
came to the footlight stage
his performances critically acclaimed
in entertainment's grand page

Burton nor Sir John Gielgud
had not a patch on his prowess
in all facets of the craft
this star did certainly impress

at The Crown Theatre he played
a bearded vagabond
who wandered the Yorkshire Dales
and further beyond

he received many an accolade
for a gripping role in "Where Is The Maid"
the plot centred around
an English castle's moated ground

scripts by the score keep
flooding in each week
as directors love working
with the sensational Edward Deek

#stage #actor #satire #character

Sep 2016

Elizabeth Squires

Warped Rail

here's an unusual
request
that was made of the
ladies
who are guests at the
domain
could you send
by express mail
a pair of cotton or lace *******
to be worn
on a manly tail

I thought to myself
the cost of sending my bloomers
would be far too expensive
as postage fees
are going
up
up
up
all
the
time

several ladies did oblige
and dispatched
their girdles and suspender belts
for the said man's tail
which so delighted
the undergarment gatherer's
warped rail

#mail #undergarments #******* #satire

Sep 2016

b for short

on the cusp

Take a breath, curl your toes
over the edge of some unknown.
Recognize how high you feel
only to look down and find
just how small your worries are
compared to this.
This.
The edge of something beyond
any warm-blooded imagination.
Let go, it says.
Let your hair tangle
in the spokes of the universe.
Let it sound and bend the notes
of this journey.
Let it write the music for a song
you'll welcome to stay stuck
in that wonderful little head of yours.
Let it sing.