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"snowshoes" poems
My eyes smell sleepy, he, refusing to depart, But there is coffee on the nightstand, The odor, infiltrating the dozy brain's heart. Annoyed with each other, They shout and fight Like teenage siblings Commissioners at the SEC, Arguing over bathroom monopolization, The tongue stays sidelined, feigning net neutrality. The bed smells empty, For the **** has crowed, Yogi David commands your presence At Saturday morning Eight O'clock yoga services. To get to his Sinai on time, Early departure, an FAA requirement, Car, ferry and foot you will deploy, In the winter, special skis and snowshoes, That blessed by his mantra, Enable you to walk on water. In the kitchen there is sisterly conversation, Yes, puttering and muttering and discussing, Sister's grown child texting, he's making the pilgrimage To see Mama, alone, unexpectedly, Six hours driving. Friends and countryman, That is how you spell t-r-o-u-b-l-e Sleepy master dwarf refuses to concede, Says when kitchen noises retreat, Back to him you will supplicate, They (the other dwarfs and body parts), Have a big convention to better communicate.. Departure comes without a kiss, But not without complaint, She always says I love you first, Which is natural, She being a girl. Now the bladder starts to whiny~chatter, What about me, what about me, Don't you love me, and me rhymes with P! While the stomach quietly snores Have been well-fed but a few hours before, He dreams of some more....macadamia crusted s'mores... I could verse you more, No problem that's for sure, But you got the point: The morning smells.
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Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 7:18 AM UTC
FPotD: The Morning Smells
My eyes smell sleepy, he, refusing to depart, But there is coffee on the nightstand, The odor, infiltrating the dozy brain's heart. Annoyed with each other, They shout and fight Like teenage siblings Commissioners at the SEC, Arguing over bathroom monopolization, The tongue stays sidelined, feigning net neutrality. The bed smells empty, For the **** has crowed, Yogi David commands your presence At Saturday morning Eight O'clock yoga services. To get to his Sinai on time, Early departure, an FAA requirement, Car, ferry and foot you will deploy, In the winter, special skis and snowshoes, That blessed by his mantra, Enable you to walk on water. In the kitchen there is sisterly conversation, Yes, puttering and muttering and discussing, Sister's grown child texting, he's making the pilgrimage To see Mama, alone, unexpectedly, Six hours driving. Friends and countryman, That is how you spell t-r-o-u-b-l-e Sleepy master dwarf refuses to concede, Says when kitchen noises retreat, Back to him you will supplicate, They (the other dwarfs and body parts), Have a big convention to better communicate.. Departure comes without a kiss, But not without complaint, She always says I love you first, Which is natural, She being a girl. Now the bladder starts to whiny~chatter, What about me, what about me, Don't you love me, and me rhymes with P! While the stomach quietly snores Have been well-fed but a few hours before, He dreams of some more....macadamia crusted s'mores... I could verse you more, No problem that's for sure, But you got the point: The morning smells.
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So pretty to see everything in white Making all things look very bright Everything was covered for as far as I could see Nothing but eerie silence for a while I felt free Everyone venturing out should wear their snowshoes Their cars stranded on the road look like icy igloos The weighted down evergreens have a glow For they are beautifully blanketed with snow Schools, roads and businesses are shut down And no one is allowed out about in the town Should get out and have some winter wonderland fun Build a snow man and go sledding some Make a snow fort or snow angels and snow-cream Better hurry up before it's plowed, for now, it’s not a dream Copyright 2013 All Rights Reserved
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Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 9:07 AM UTC
Blizzard
A reminder - It is still winter, We are still in the thick of it, Chains and snowshoes are still requisite, Imbolc and Candlemas are still to pass, Groundhogs hibernate, Tarns still as glass, The tumbling finch song has yet to be sung, and even the false spring, has not yet sprung. So lie still a while longer, Let the chill freeze you through, Warmer days will return in their own time, And so will you.
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Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 1:27 PM UTC
Still
Lulu pulls me down the Sidewalks, keeping me Dangling a leash length away She's in training for the Iditarod and she's Breathing hard with her valentine tongue Lolling about Across the street she Spots a squirrel and Climbing the tree after it She bends the trunk Arched like a trebuchet "Should I?" she Asks me with her chloroform Eyes "sure, " I say "Why not give the neighborhood A new sport," Lulu's snowshoes flex and Let go and Before we know it The whole district is Placing bets on how far the Coconuts will coast Before falling back to earth In flames like Vacation-scented rockets
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Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 10:09 PM UTC
Walking My Dog
Strap those puppies on, no wait their rubber. Its only two bucks man thats cheaper than supper. We walked all those trails, with snowshoes tightly bound, because just above those lone snowshoes, your sole can be found.
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Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 9:04 PM UTC
Snowshoein'
her muzzle shoves snow sneezing out all the crystals no snowshoes needed
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Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 2:42 PM UTC
For a Schnauzer looking down is easy Haiku