"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.
Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 7:18 AM UTC
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
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Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 9:07 AM UTC
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.
Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 1:27 PM UTC
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
Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 10:09 PM UTC
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.
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 9:04 PM UTC
her muzzle shoves snow
sneezing out all the crystals
no snowshoes needed
Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 2:42 PM UTC