"wabbit" poems
watch words, words watched for,
for watching words, is not a chore,
if your paid to watch, not the shore,
or the land or the sky or a radar screen,
or even reruns of Ben Vereen,
toe tapping, his way across the stage,
but you Need Some Attention paid,
so you watch words to earn a wage,
internet, email, and cell phone ALL
technology to watch what words will work without that wascal wabbit wunning off at the mouth,
where words pop out as fast as
pills
pop in
so No Substance Abuse is noticeable...
this poem has been interrupted beeeep pppppp! ***** crackle
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 12:47 AM UTC
I hurple t'ward the Wabbit Warren
of pomposity;
a reynard of levity,
lost.
lollop,,,,,,,, that's a good word innit?
Dec 24, 2011
Dec 24, 2011 at 11:20 AM UTC
Imagine if any thing could bother me,
My mind would probably bloom,
If it elicits what’s inside of me; an elephants in the room,
And I can go run but if I run,
What’s under the nose concisely loops,
If I am that, then I accept,
Because it is eye whom conceptions the mood,
I can be simple if need be,
Like life; everything needs me,
Everything is me,
If I’m connected to all,
How could I ever miss me?
Don’t be silly… Wabbit,
Everything I see, I admire,
You are beyond love; if an experience with you is desired…
If it’s the moment that brings a high; dark days made us tired, our ways made the fires, and mind waves made us lighter,
I.e. if I am what bothers me,
Acceptance is how I bloom,
I find myself, what becomes evident; I’m not my current mood,
Now there’s no longer a problem in the room,
If I expressed an idiom; balance says loop,
The law of attraction and Polar Motion defines a Polarity Dispute,
This is why I advocate taking a different angle; paradox because there isn’t a difference between obtuse and acute,
If measuring for a comparison, intelligence defines a fool,
There’s no separation if it’s geometric shape expresses glue,
For what you see is truly one… until a question arises; “What Is two?”
Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 10:51 AM UTC
I hurple t'ward the
Wabbit Warren of pomposity -
a Reynard of levity -
lost
Jul 11, 2012
Jul 11, 2012 at 11:48 PM UTC
Dogs who are so loyal and giving,
deserve no less than this;
As they depart for heaven's gate,
with a final good dog fuss
and a tearful, loving kiss.
Holding tightly to their paw,
till their eyes softly close,
while their gentle, peaceful spirit soars,
but, continues living within
that broken heart of yours.
This is where their pain ends,
and where your sorrow begins.
Yet, they will be looking down
from the beautiful stars
over the rainbow bridge.
We know that all good dogs go to heaven,
to realms beyond this earthly plane,
to a paradise where they run free,
in a land of boundless joy,
where fusses and play never end.
But, good dogs will never forget you,
they will be waiting so patiently,
for that wonderful moment
when you will join them,
and call out their name.
They'll come running so quickly,
their tail wagging incredibly fast
as they eagerly lick your face,
overjoyed to be reunited
with their forever friend at last.
©️Lizzie Bevis
For Jess 28/01/2014 - 11/01/2025
Thank you for all of the cuddles you gave me, when I looked after you when your mummy and daddy were at work.
I’m going to miss you Jessica Wabbit
Jan 10, 2025
Jan 10, 2025 at 9:58 PM UTC
Down, down, down I went
Like Alice on the rebound
Perchance, said I
Down, down, down I wept
Like Lucy in the sky
NoTime to think about it
NoTime to ask why
Is there even a shred of love
Lost?
A LostLove alibi
Quite honestly,
I’ve NoTime to cry
And if I’m being quite honest
Which I don’t know if I am
It was quite a rush, but hush
It wasn’t a wabbit I chased
Or a well into which I fell
But a feeling that I have never, ever felt
While tumbling down the back stairs
Out of a dream, it seems
I kept falling
Deeper and deeper
I fell
Where and then and there
I thought
How unfamiliar
How dreamlike, it was
Then I paused in mid-flight
Waiting for a hammer to strike
We were so alike
Would I find
Would I find myself
On the shelf
Besides
A jar of disembodied hearts
Teetering on the high
Impossible to deny
Up there and then
a talking, out of character story
Perhaps the mad hatter
or simply mad as a hatter
am I
Which of course couldn’t be me, you see
I suppose it could be I?
Could be or not
Maybe my lie is a lie.
How much deeper could I fall
Where and then and there
Would I
How to know you know
How much deeper
Did the NotWell
go?
Go, go, go
Said I
Before I died.
Not sure my words
Like bad little soldiers
Complied.
Staying true to the moment
In time.
Means NoTime at all.
I may be the sanest person I know.
Yes, I believe that’s
True
Even if it’s a lie
If the shoe fits
I may have found my prince
(At the ball)
And it may not be
You.
After all.
Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 6:13 PM UTC
The girl entered
your small flat
and looked around.
She looked tired
and too thin.
What's yer nam?
you asked her.
Kersteen
she replied
what's yoors?
She looked at you
with her tired eyes.
Lindsay
you said.
Aam feckin' wabbit
she said
can Ah sleep
some place?
You smiled
ay coorse.
You showed her
the bedroom
and the double bed.
She kicked off
her thin soled shoes
and lay on the bed
and closed her eyes.
You left her there
and made a coffee
and sat watching TV
wondering how long
she'd stay
if she would stay.
You sipped
your coffee
and lay on the sofa
wishing she was there
beside you
snuggled up close
her red curly hair
against your breast
her head softly at rest.
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 10:59 AM UTC
I didn't ask for it
well, maybe I did
The pounding in my brain and eyes
not all day, please god, forbid
Wine and spirits chasing me
and in the morning woke
Dry mouth and throbbing head
reaching for a stubbed out smoke
The night was full of revelry
happiness and better times
I just overran my tab and limit
and now, I'm paying for these crimes
And as the phone rings
sounding like the fire alarm
Scrambling to pick it up
I go and burn my arm
Cursing loud, I answer
"WHAT!"
It's only my best bud
Lets do it all again tonight!
as I laugh, like Elmer Fudd
Jun 23, 2017
Jun 23, 2017 at 9:22 AM UTC
I'm a rapper who has a gifted talent
Flowing daily
Trust Me
No sweating habit
But if i'm writing on the ceiling
i'm shocking people under water
Electric Static
.......
As day's go by
I'm searching for my prey
The Upcoming Elmer
I'm hunting wabbit's
......
Now I'm loading my only gun
And missing every shot
Aka
****** Tunes starter packet
Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 9:07 PM UTC