friendship, life, metaphor, life,
by Rick Parise |
In the anters and shadows of this baleful life
perhaps the little brown mouse searching in silence
bewray a lonesome story behold
For eyes to wander a brief candle behold
in hushed light, enwheeled...this pitiful life
if only, my friend, to peer in silence
where love had flown in years of silence
to gape for dawn, a friendship behold
in ghostly thought of scurried life
From the cold reality of life where painful silence smothers, Behold!! compassion is born..
Anters - Caves
Brief Candle- Life is compared to a candle flame
by JAN ALLISON |
Poshpaws was our beloved pussy cat
She would clean her fur when sat on the mat
Loved to be stroked, we could tickle her tum
Her purr was loud like the noise from a drum
Large emerald eyes would sparkle and gleam
Her coat so soft with a beautiful sheen
She would lie in the sun from dusk till dawn
Rouse from her dreams with a pussycat yawn
Dad did not like cats - that’s what he would say
But on his lap Poshpaws would always lay
She’d follow my Dad all around the house
Make no noise, be as quiet as a mouse
She slipped away from us aged only ten
Buried in a beautiful shady glen
Contest: I love my Pets
by harry horsman |
I sit here one click
yes one click away from you
yet I so afraid
to press that little old mouse.
Just one megabyte to love.
© Harry J Horsman 2013
by JAN ALLISON |
fantasy, heaven, how i feel, money,
If money was no object I wonder where I’d go
I’d love to visit friends who have just moved to Orlando
I could buy a wonderful mansion packed full of treasure
With servants to wait on me, so I could enjoy my leisure
But to move away from everything I know doesn’t appeal to me
Money doesn’t buy you happiness - well not from what I can see
So in reality I would not move away from my little house
I’d give my fortune to charity and live like a church mouse
When I leave this mortal coil I could look down from my home in the clouds
See that others have benefited, for there are no pockets in shrouds
If You Were Rich
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by arthur vaso |
anxiety, funny, hilarious, humor, leadership, perspective,
click click click click click
Replaces battery on mouse
by Jarryon Paul |
imaginationnight, day, love, night,
The night is a hand cold as stone
Wrapped around my sun - warmed body
It can make one feel so alone
And laughs at those who love the day
The night is a shady man dressed in all black
Who surrounds me as if he were many
He’ll greatly make one’s courage lack
And terrify those who love the day
The night is as quiet as a mouse
But yet is always seen
He’ll silently creep into your house
And capture those who love the day
The night is poised for a throw
His weapon used is fear
Our inner light shall make us grow
And protect those who love the day.
by Andrea Dietrich |
Read poems, but don’t go slow.
Too many poets here to know!
Just click that mouse around this site.
Makin’ new friends and feelin’ Soupy.
Do be, Do be, Do be, Do be. .. . Feelin’ Soupy.
Hey there, bloggers,
What cha’ sayin’?
Can I find PD here playin?
Who’s got something cool for me?
Do be Do be
I’ve got contests to try,
Winner circles to see.
I’m frazzled but dazzled by great poetry.
Let the late night keep casting its moon beams on me.
I’m so loopy
By Andrea Dietrich/ Inspired by the meter, lyrics and tune of “Feelin Groovy”
(which was sung by the awesome “Simon & Garfunkel”) and also of course,
inspired by my love of Poetry Soup!!!
by Andrea Dietrich |
Mighty Mouse can't return one's adoration!
For Linda Marie's "First Love" Epigram Contest
by JAN ALLISON |
break up, relationship,
It was a good morning until I got your letter
You admitted you didn't love me any more
My desire for revenge I would unfetter
When I returned the key to your door
You weren't at home as I’d arrived early
So I put itching powder in your underpants
I’d love to see that when you’re with Shirley
Perhaps it would put paid to your new romance
Before I collected my belongings I left you a gift
I’d sewn a dead mouse into the hem of your curtain
The smell of its rotting body would be hard to shift
Bedroom action would be curtailed that’s for certain!
It Was a Good Morning Until.. Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
by Judy Ball |
Three cats did share the same house.
Two sweet but one was a grouse.
Two got along great but the third t'was love/hate.
But there isn't a mouse in the house.
by Panagiota Romios |
I love men and women who stand for what is right.
Most cave to evil, thinking to be part of a group is true might.
Mouse minds untrained in human transformation.
Follow media like sheep, drunk on boarding trains at the swilling
No Brains Station!
by Kim Merryman |
animals, , cute,
The mouse in our house is a rat,
I'm now quite certain of that.
It's not little and cute,
It's long and uncouth.
Can't wait til I hear it go splat!
(An apology to all animal lovers. I really do not
want to kill it. I love animals too. I just want the
germy rodent out of my house, and I want him to
For Andrea's "Show Me the Funny Part II" contest
by Jack Ellison |
This is something old Walter never talked about
But I wonder if Mickey and Minnie ever made out
Judging by their physiques, might have been quite a challenge
Can't you just imagine Mickey yelling out those bad words
Like, “golly” and “gee whiz" and "this is swell, Miss Minnie”
“You were g-r-r-r-r-e-a-a-a-a-t!!!”
Next time let's do it in your mousey hole*
(* Uh, that's where mousies live, you bad naughty people!”)
Okay I'll never be able to watch another Mickey Mouse cartoon again
Without the visual popping into my brain
Same with Donald and Daisy Duck!
Hope the kiddies never find out!!!
© Jack Ellison 2014
by Betty Bateson |
lost love, miss you,
You are not here when I try to fall asleep at night
Alone in the bed where we held each other tight
You are not here when I wake up to a new day
Missing your laugh, your smile your special way
You are not here when I walk through our house
Where silence greets me quiet as a mouse
You are not here when I need someone to hold
To comfort my heart as moments grow cold
You are not here to share your kind gentle love
When I need it most I will gaze up above
by NWANDO OBIANYOR |
animals, children, funny,
The moon has a face like the clock in the hall,
She shines on thieves in the garden wall,
On streets and fields and harbour quays,
And birds asleep in the forks of trees.
The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse,
The howling dog by the door of the house.
The bat that lies in bed at noon,
All love to be out by the light of the moon.
But all of the things that belong to the day
Cuddle to sleep to be out of her way,
And flowers and children close their eyes
Till up in the morning the sun shall arise.
by Julie Grenness |
beautiful, chocolate, love, mother,
Listen, girls, it's time to stop stalling,
Can you hear? It's chocolate calling,
It's midnight, not even morning,
Listen, it's chocolate calling,
Creep through the house,
Quiet as a mouse,
You've bought a box for your mother,
Well, you can buy her another,
Shhh, don't tell anyone,
Unwrap chocolate number one,
Eat me, please!
So what for fat hips and knees,
Do you hear? Time to stop stalling,
Listen, girls, it chocolate calling.....
by Abdul Malik |
I have a mouse
in my house,
In my house
is a naughty mouse.
He scares my Mummy,
He tickles my tummy
and nibbles at my toe,
Yet he is my dear Joe!
He steals my swiss cheese,
My cake and my pie piece;
He sleeps in my bed
Wearing pajamas red.
He goes out on a date
and comes home late,
Sometimes he makes me mad,
At times happy, at times sad.
But my love for him is such
I love him more than too much,
He is dear Joe, my pet mouse,
Right here, in this very house!
"My Pet" contest by Broken Wings
Abdul Malik, 12/05/12
by James Fraser |
beautiful, beauty, husband, kiss, life, love, wife,
Quiet as a mouse
tip toeing to the shower
washed, dressed, now ready
her cheek, a loving kiss left
looking back, tanned beauty sleeps
by Leslie Albright |
The locks and the doors have been changed.
And the furniture's been rearranged.
The tone on the walls somewhat dimmer.
But soothingly shine with a glimmer.
Removing the dirt and the grime.
That cant help but build up with time.
It's so nice to refresh what's turned old.
Before everything just turns to mold.
A house is only a house.
When it's walls are as quiet as a mouse.
You can make it the theme of your poem.
Clean and fresh, but never quite home.
Why do some people live without love?
Did they forget there's someone above?
That is ready to fulfill their dreams.
And make their home all that it seems.
by Sunshine Smile |
care, lonely, love,
Love is never absent
Animals put their trust in us
and deserves care and love
A small pink jelly nose
Hours feels very long ... like an eternity
Eyes that speak their own language
Do not leave me
It's so hard to let go
No mouse ... money for food
So little bitty and fast on feet
A prayer without words
The beauty of your face
I know ... but I can not approve
Protects you with angel wings
I love you today and will love you tomorrow
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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by Sidney Hall Mad Poet |
Real love is a nagging wife
That wants your insurance by ending your life
Real love is being kicked out your house
Like an unwanted pet mouse
Real love is not a thank you for doing this and that
Real love is been told “is that all you did by a grumpy old bat
Real love is humiliation in front of her friends
Ridiculing you with no end
Real love is breaking your soul
Making you worthless instead of being whole
Real love is when you take that carriage
Hiding itself and revealing itself after your marriage.
by Daniel Human |
cute love, happy, love, marriage, nature,
as the daisy petal drops silver dew
on the green moss carpet down below
little buds budding far and few
drinking and sipping as it grew
tiny mass of mosstly plush
stilled the patter of feet in rush
tiny rodent playful mouse
running home to mousey spouse
feet wet with dampened dew
over tiny landscape flew
loving whiskers touching nose
twitching twitterly happy prose
home and heart safe and sound
under brush within a mound
home is where the hearts do meet
at the end of wet tracks of little feet
Moss softly = mosstly
Twitterly = twitter happily
by Dan Keir |
adventure, courage, devotion, dream, education, faith, farewell, freedom, happy, holiday, home, hope, imagination, inspirational, introspection, journey, life, lonely, love, miracle, natural disasters, nature, ocean, on work and working, on writing and words, passion, patriotic, peace, philosophy, places, recovery from..., space, spiritual, stress, success, travel, write,
What is it to see the soil of home again?
A welcome, snow-struck and a return
To cold; sharp white contrasts sunburn.
We converse in broken tongues to men
We know, hooked on holiday language
Comprised of wandering hand signs.
Collect the car and pay parking fines,
Drive through towns and over a bridge
Until we reach the Western gateway.
Oh when will we arrive at our house?
No camels there, only field mouse
Which are eaten by our cat anyway.
The plane flies for an age, slyly yawning
Through the stretching, pealing sky,
A knife through air; what it is to fly.
Our travels over; a new day is dawning.
by John Hardison |
house, life, love,
In That House.
In that house is the Lord.
In that house is life.
In that house there is strife
In that house there is Love of life.
In that house is the wife I didn’t have.
In that house a child full of love.
In that house there is a mouse.
In that house a computer mouse.
In that house a louse I see myself
In that house is all the Love I wish.
In that house all the food of life.
In that house all of its all
In that house everything of the all.
In that house is where we go from here.
In that house is more than just having a beer.
In that house is giving good cheer.
In that house it’s made clear.
In that house my Love is dear.
by Terry Johnson |
america, art, autumn, beautiful, books, character, courage,
On this Sunday morning lightning bugs flying all around,stars up high in the sky giving me a peaceful feeling sitting here quietly as a mouse by a lake cane pole in hand. Lying on my back relleiving me of my troubles on this peaceful beautiful Sunday morning. I remember when the hurt was real,the truth about me and you with a love you know was true then you went and left me blue. On this Sunday morning all i can say is thank you as i sit by this lake cane pole in hand,stars up high in the sky with twinkling lights,lightning bugs flying all around right before my eyes this peaceful Sunday morning as i thank you washing these blues away this peaceful easy day on Sunday morning.