Mrs. P’s Pundits of Poetry and Prose 2009

Silent water, a calming salve

Depends how deep you wish to delve

A shallow bay where egrets preen

Or a forboding mirror for all to see.

Life awakens to a clarion call

The first to rise, the first to fall.

Is “peace” a term not fitting to use?

Or silent water, to sustain must lose.

Chill settles in, the bay is cold.

Life begins to wither, young and old.

Silent water, caked with silt.

Late Autumn crushes what splendour once built.

Far underneath the cold and rime.

Silent water loses track of time.

Tarnished gray is the dry, worn grass.

Though as we know, beauty never lasts.

Amidst all the rubble, dead and blighted.

A flicker of warmth is slowly ignited.

Sprouts erupt and sow their light.

Silent water smiles in muted delight.

Mophesto, 5/19/09

Upon a sunbathed basket

The old cat rests

Twitches in deep sleep

Beneath him, flattened clothing

And dark fur, pressed in

Sighs, heaves himself

To a stand, hops over

The desk and pads

Across the floor

Careful near the dog,

Doesn’t want to wake him

While on silent paws, crawls

Out to the dawn

And begins the task

Of hunting, througout

The forest, always his.

Mophesto, 5/19/09

La Melodia de la NaturalezaT h e s e   f i e l d s . . .

Garden  m u r m u r s,          Never ceasing

W i n d  chimes chink and chenka
Whistling  o u tA   f i n e   j i n g l e,   a   c h o r u s   of   f l u t e s

          Never ceasing

Somewhere, the birds  c h i r p-c h a

A breeze  w h i s p e r i n g,  sveeehs

This is the melody of peace

T r a n q u i l i t y

          Never ceasing

A kind of humming quiet

Like  an  a n t i q u e

D u s t y, rusty in the shop

But

Beautiful in that way          Never ceasing

And when the

Trees breathe out, rumbling awayThe delicate largo

Rodents scrape their way out of the denAnd sing in tune, squeak and sink

          Never ceasing

The song ends

But the relentless audience of life

Cheering, demands an encoreTheir cries, an earthy mroar,

          Never ceasing

Mophesto, SMS-Perron, 5/30/09

 F o x c r o f t combunction:

     A l w a y s      n o i s e

 e v e n      w i t h    p e a c e .

       B i r d s,    s q u i r r e l s, 

d o g s, c a r,  r a i n. 

I hear the sound of…

       Pitter patter ding bark, of my dog.

Dribble dribble drop, of the rain.

          Swoosh, vroom, beep, splash, sploosh of a racing car.

Chatter, chatter, buzz, from a angry squirrel.

              Chirp, chirp, chirp, from a calling bird.

S o many s o u n d s in m y head I c a n’t make then S T O P !!

They g o around a n d around l i k e a terrible s y m p h o n y!!

I   j u s t     s t o p 

a n d     t h i n k 

t o     m y s e l f:

          Y o u can never get a w a y from the s o u n d s of n a t u r e.

               Y o u can never get a w a y from the s o u n d s of the w o r l d.

         T i m e will pass, and we will g r o w.

            B u t I know I can always find a beat right o u t s i de your d o o r.

Always noise even with peace.

Birds, squirrels, dogs, car, rain:

Foxcroft combunction.

pinkcooky105

People can tell me who to be
But I can’t stop being myself
I have control over who I am

I can go where I want
I am an eagle born to be free
I can’t stop being myself

I am who I want to be
No one else can live my life
I can’t stop being myself

If I am not the person you want me to be
It is not my fault
It is just that I can’t stop being myself.

largie

Love that Mom

Love that mom,

Like a bird loves to sing

I said love that mom

Like a bird loves to sing.

Love to hug her in the morning

Love to say “Hi, there mom!!”

She bakes like a pro.

And grins like the shining sun!

I said she bakes like a pro

And grins like the shinning sun!

And when she’s all done baking

Then she bakes, bakes again!

It’s true my mama loves to hug me

Then sit out in the sun.

I said my mama Loves to hug me

Then go sit out in the sun.

After she is all done sitting

She she spends good time with me.

She is the best mom you could ask for

I said she is the best mom you could ask for.

She is a kind hard worker

And she will always be,

Right up until when she is done.

pinkcooky105

Curled in a ball
The chubby hamster
Sleeps through the long day
Hardly waking
But when night arrives
He gets up, yawns
Starts running around his
Creaking wheel
His dark eyes not visible
He drinks some water
And makes his way
Back to the wheek
On the other side of the cage
Begins to jog slowly
Before breaking into a run
And he runs all night long

largie

When he is asleep he always
whimpers and whines
but when he is awake
he barks to be let out
and you are forced to say fine

and while he is
outside and laying
on grass you will
definitely notice his
rather large mass

He sometimes finds it
hard to go up and down stairs
because of his age
I’m surprised he still has hair
although sometime he is
a pain I must take he will
always be my Pancake

by,

Chadbrochill

Cat 

Beneath a dark granite counter

Upon a wooden stool

The orange cat stretches before rest,

Quick licks to his soft hands

He runs over his ears wiping his face.

Showing off his teeth he rolls his rigid tongue,

Slowly blinks, and rests his beautiful eyes

Tucking his paws in under his snowy chest.

Suddenly ears shot up, long tail stiff,

And eyes wide he pounces to the floor 

Attempting to catch a shadow

As it moves from one side to another.

Exhausted, he rolls on his back 

Begging for attention 

With a playful expression. 

<3 Glossy-SMS-Perron

The fat cat sits lazily on the couch,
she gets up
stretches her long body,
yawns and shows her sharp teeth
and lies back down
she finds a string,
stalks her prey,
and…..
pounces on the unsuspecting string
she dashes down the hallway,
slips into the living room
then
it’s time to sleep
….again

Been SMS