by Harika Diaz |
Categories:
dream, england, first love, growing up, imagination, innocence, youth,
I prefer to receive my own
Purchased by the clinking of keys and a
Blister forming on the thumb.
I prefer to find my own
Among the twisted branches and bleeding berries.
The coat with the mended sleeve dangles by my head
as we find the sleeping bears above us.
He laughs as his becomes a possum
And mine a mountain top.
by Benedict Riman Eze |
Categories:
nature, earth,
Nature Bride Price
Thou bride play possum
With her groom, love dies
Nature like a groom who pram
Divorce is his case, has eyes
Commanding earth to turn forward
The price of a bridegroom precious
Nature precession, like to come upward
Precaution the bridge of underming hius
One and one, the earth bride price snobbery
Will be forgotten soon, it’s pore
Cus the pride does not respect and berry
The groom is neglected as husband for
Like a bride to her groom, is love
To earth abandon, we doom.
by Lim'Rik Flats |
Categories:
love, parents,
After she was born, daddy called her “little possum”
Mama said, “Don’t listen child, you are gonna blossom”
they never saw her smile
they said, “It’s not her style”
When they placed her in the ground, both whispered, “You are awesome”
by Fritz Purdum |
Categories:
fun, humorous, i love you, silly,
I want a sassafras root beer soda
my head on Mount Rushmore South Dakota
I want a brand new pair of brown shoes
get my name on a brand of booze
wouldn't you
I want to live in a mega palace
cram Fort Worth into Dallas
I want to eat Chicago pizza in New York
invent an utensil to replace the fork
wouldn't you
I want to return ketchup to catsup
say to Patrick Ewing whats up
Jump Mount Everest in a leap
finally get eight hours of good sleep
wouldn't you
I want to trick a possum by playing dead
paint the White House in shades of red
Find the courage to confess my love to you
and hear you confess you love me too
please, please...wouldn't you
by Christy Hardy |
Categories:
holiday, life, love, people, timethanksgiving, day,
It is the day before the day,
of Thanksgiving Eve,
and the kitchen is steaming,
cooking vittles to eat.
Possum, and Armadilla,
hope we have enough,
last year we had complaints,
the meat was to tough.
Corn on the cob,
steaming the room,
in run the cats,
chase them out with the broom.
Deviled eggs,
oh man the smell,
grandma had to look,
at the little ones tail.
Potatoes slightly burned,
we'll just scrape that off,
Aunt Julie's got the flu,
gee, what a cough.
Pallets on the floor,
we're all wall to wall,
three days, and counting,
we're having a ball.
Hope your day is happy,
as the gang piles in,
from our house to yours,
welcome, family, and friends.
by Eve Roper |
Categories:
autumn, rose,
A vision, crimson wave
full of laughter pushing through
manor shore, stunning roses
in its beauties grace flew.
Yesterday not forgotten
lay infectious from bottom blossom,
up like leaves in autumn
sun's shadow playing possum.
Fragrance braced the darkest
harvest night with a tempest to rouse
liven faces of lace in this very placed
time in space allows
Love of yesterday's grace,
crimson harvest lay in drink
of the evening chill
as it grows misty in a blink
4/9/2018
by Unseeking Seeker |
Categories:
muse, spiritual,
Play possum, feeding not dark fears
As they spiral inwards
Choose bliss instead, that love endears
Propelling us upwards
Transcend fear and desire
For love and light, aspire
Pure innocence afire
We’re awesome
Play possum
23-October-2021
Quietus
Pick-A-Title, Vol 26 - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh