by Bradley Cox |
Categories:
funny, girlfriend-boyfriend, love,
Gina
always lights up a room
a smile as big as a lollipop
smells fresher then new cut hay
loving as a new puppy
works harder then a beaver
heart as big as the grand canyon
the specialists person in my life
cooks better then sara lee
fishs better then bill dance
more outdoors then davy crocket
sews better then a sewing machine
builds better then the amish
drives better then jeff gordon
glows brighter then the sun
thats why we love gina
by Nicholas Robinson |
Categories:
animal, butterfly, inspirational love, love, paradise, seasons, spring,
Well,
You know me,
I'ma busy bee,
And you're an eager beaver.
Let's get this den shakin'
For we know it,
Spring is gunna be here.
Who gives a damn?
We can make our own,
And pollinate.
Make our own brood, who Caccoon'd in your own womb.
Sing our own tune, Lay together and watch their soul's bloom.
by Ely Ayson |
Categories:
funny, nature
Today I dressed and went out
for my daily roundabout
what started as a short jog
turned into a funny log.
I watched as she was worshipped
smelt, licked, never a day skipped
she was bathed in showers warm
from that bad dog's morning storm!
A proud thing, its head held high
enjoyed nibbles from her guy
kissed, embraced by the river
by her adoring beaver!
From the rains the night before
she woke and happily wore
her jeweled crown shining through
when from her womb mushrooms grew.
This last stump, a diff'rent kind
was quite lucky it could find
a lover, friend, chum, and pal
lucky he, but poor, poor gal!
by Jemmy Farmer |
Categories:
faith, places, child,
The moss green walls rise high above,
As a poet sits down to dream,
In this place, I was born to love.
Cascading Conwy waters flow,
As a poet sits down to dream,
And old memories come and go.
When first I crossed the Beaver Bridge,
As a child who lived in dreams,
And clambered on the wooded ridge.
I fell in love with this place then,
As a child who lived in dreams,
Still, today it’s my Fairy Glen.
Form: Enclosed Triplets
by David Byrne |
Categories:
confusion
A wino looked at me and spout,
Mumbo-jumbo from his mouth!
“Wood and stone;
Flesh and bone,
Sand and clay;
Steel and hay,
Moon and sun;
Milk and bun,
Glass and salt;
Hops and malt,
Needle and thread;
Hand and head,
Rain and fog;
Spawn and frog,
Chicken and egg;
Lock and peg,
Tooth and root;
Sock and boot,
Buckle and belt,
Beaver and pelt,
Ash and soot;
Loud and mute,
Sea and beach;
Apple and peach,
Nut and bolt;
Collar and goat,
Dime and purse;
Favour and curse,
Hard and soft;
Never and oft,
Fun and pun;
Over and begun,
Love and hate;
Pace and rate,
Good and bad;
Happy and sad.”
Down and out;
Kneeling there devout!
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
nostalgia,
Go go boots
Made for walking
Nancy Sinatra
60’s fodder
Rock’N Roll
Jazz
The Blues
Diana Ross and the Supremes
Elvis and Ann Margaret
Ed Sullivan
The Beatles
Twiggy
Mini-skirts
Johnny Cash
The Grand Ole’ Opry
Underdog
Polly Pure Bred
I Love Lucy
Leave it to Beaver
Bonanza
This may have been when all of this video stuff started.
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
nature,
Discover
meadow love
laughing in my face
lovely
Queen Anne's Lace
smiles at me
Wild strawberry
is renegade
undiscovered
left by Indians
iris and rose bush
the white tail deer
blue jays and red cardinals
ready hawks
anticipating
raccoon
opossum and beaver
squirrels nests
high in tree
sweet clover for hare
oak's moss carpet
spring lovely
endearing waft
lilac aroma
season shifts to summer
heat wave
temperatures in the hundreds
ground dries up quickly
much praying
for gentle rain
saving herself until spring
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
nostalgia,
Captain Kangaroo, Leave it to Beaver, Father Knows Best,
Dennis the Menace, Candid Camera, Red Skeleton,
Bonanza, Paladin, Gunsmoke, Perry Mason,
Dick Van Dyke, Petticoat Junction, Green Acres,
Andy Griffith, Danny Thomas, Ed Sulllivan,
Sing along with Mitch, My Favorite Martian,
I Love Lucy, all grayscale.
Color obsolete until 1966.
by Johnny Sumler |
Categories:
childhood, children, love, me,
I love my puppet beaver, my best friend
A gift to me my auntie gave, he never does pretend
Oh, how can I promulgate that he's a special friend
He makes me laugh when winter days seem like they'd never end
Sometimes I wonder how he chose to come to me
I love the way we laugh and play upon my knee
I have a special bond with him beyond compare
At times I do believe we breathe similar air
He never frowns inside my frenetic hand
by Marco Chies |
Categories:
allegory, christmas,
the old man fluffed the pillow
smoothed the blankets
and lay down to sleep
hoping never to wake up
the price of gasoline is something impossible
said the nightingale to the goldfinch
have you seen how unemployment is
asked the pig to the frog
I hate noticing how it grows
the murder rate
shouted the giraffe to the beaver
eleven o'clock at night and all is well
warned the cabin boy
sore eyes from longing for love
have you noticed
that the mall is beautiful
when does christmas come?
certain that happiness lives inside a showcase
in the morning the old man woke up angry
and in the window of the tiny apartment
there were only gray clouds of rain as a landscape
by Indiana Shaw |
Categories:
animal, beautiful, best friend,
BEAVER LOVE
I have always fancied a beaver me, but: I have this fear, as I live in a log cabin
Out to town to get my groceries and coming home to find my house flattened
Indiana Shaw . . . ; )
by Andres Luis Bigote |
Categories:
for her, i love you, imagery, love, romantic, together, true love,
Let's view the moon together
I'll stand behind you here
I'll put my arms around you
And whisper in your ear
I'll wrap my coat around us
It won't be cold inside
I'll tell you little somethings
To tuck away and hide
Inside the chambers of your heart
Where they will live and thrive
I'll tell them to you every day
For as long as I'm alive
Let's view the moon together
With you I want to be
I'll love on you forever
And hold you close to me
by John Lawless |
Categories:
fish, fishing, humor, spring,
I imagine
The fish wonder.
“will that guy be back?”
A gnarled old pickerel
Comments: “yeah,
he’ll probably get me
on the same stupid mousey thing.”
“I know it’s comin’ but
I just can’t resist it.”
An old frog chimes in:
“Yeah, he got me with that once.”
“chewy, with a hint of garlic.”
A mud crusted Muskrat laughed.
“Man, I love it when he gets snagged
in the trees. Boy does he know
some very spicy words and phrases.”
“First time I ever saw a Beaver blush”
added an Egret.
They know I’m coming!!!
And I know they can’t resist
My “Mouse - E- Tongue” lure.
Let the games begin.
John G. Lawless
©4/2/2022
by Joseph Ikhenoba |
Categories:
anxiety,
It's morning on the seaway.
Snows had gathered in drops and hops.
Prepared to dance to mellifluous flute.
But the sky is dark.
Everywhere, the tone is clear.
Human faces are strewn with fear.
And the rivers are muddled with tears.
And no happiness here.
However, we owe ourselves golden coins.
Of love, forgiveness, and trust
We owe the white sky a white dove.
Of which there's no dialogue.
Blood Brothers, without our happiness like a river
Or our feathers like the beaver
We will sail deep into the abyss.
Abyss of no return.
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
animal,
The peeping hedgehog scared the willies out of the maid
She ran from the room screaming, after hearing the window shade
I don’t know what it is, maybe a beaver or a bear she yelled out.
We could hear her six minutes later, giving another annoying shout.
At least I got rid of her, the peeping hedgehog said, amused.
I did not know these mammals talk, so I felt slightly confused.
Let’s play Uno, the hedgehog suggested to me.
I love Uno, so I invited him in for tea.