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Category: Fantasy
Tread Carefully!
Have you ever seen:
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A flirty flamingo?
a dangerous duck?
a superman spider?
a mink in the muck?
a mouse up a mountain?
a toad in a tree?
then if you have not
come walking with me!
I talk to the trees
and wriggle with worms.
I tickle a toadstool
but stop if it squirms.
I’ll argue with ants,
debate with a deer,
and when greeting lions
I show them no fear.
I’ve ridden a hippo
and that’s hard to do.
Their hides are quite slippy
when covered with poo
I once met a cow
who told me a story.
I won’t tell it here,
It’s sleazy and gory.
So keep your eyes open
and watch where you tread.
If you step on a ‘gator
you may end up dead!
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Everlasting Dream
There’s a café down the hill where I do my wistful dreaming, leaning on the window-sill hypnotised and often scheming. I would fain go there each day plotting deeds of derring-do, and it’s fairly safe to say that the dream is always you! § We were lovers for a while and we planned a life of bliss. We walked for many a mile when we’d cuddle and we’d kiss. But life can be unfair and you had to go away. Your loss was hard to bear, and I love you still today!
This was prompted when I read Tom Alexander’s Afternoon Café and I have shamelessly copied some of his words. You may wish to have a look at his poem, and others, that I’m sure you’ll enjoy, on his site at The Lighthouse. Please do leave a comment on Tom’s original.
All bets are off!
This is in response to Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #322 where the given word is FLUTTER, and the word count is 34.
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Flitter flutter fantasies
Lend to lustful nights.
Urges used and oft abused
Tend to end in fights.
Trauma takes on many forms,
Every which way plus.
Realise the future! Is it me, or us?
Flights of Fancy
I met a lovely man today, there’s many still around
We stood and watched a buzzard soar then swoop down to the ground
This prompted talk of early flights both having flown a glider
The joy of riding thermals and of soaring far and wider
But now, our flights of fancy are all we have to share
We’d love to take a risk or two but we no longer dare
Because our equilibrium just is no longer trusted
Our balance and our weary joints are somewhat rather rusted
Perhaps we’ll try to parasail or other kinds of flight
For me I think I’d like to try to learn to microlight!
But maybe not, we shouldn’t dream of turning back the clocks
Tonight I fell, and broke my leg, whilst taking off my socks!
Animal Antics
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Does an ape feel the need just after she’s peed
To use hand gel or intimate wipes
Does a zebra say dear, it is perfectly clear
I’ve got to get rid of these stripes
Do giraffes wear a necklace or is it thought reckless
To add weight to such a long neck
Or do they think no, I’ll just go with the flow
And give that old cockerel a peck
I’m sure a gnu when thinking things through
Will find that a lion’s a beast
He will surely agree that it’s best not to be
A part of its great birthday feast
When antelope graze do they then go and raise
A hullabaloo on the velt
And does an Iguana wish it was a llama
Then wonder if that’s how it’s spelt*
There’s no doubt, I’m sure, that a knock on the door
Makes dogs bark and cats run away
But it’s pleasing to know that all animals show
Much more sense than we humans display!
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*I know! – American English would have it as “spelled”, but I’m English, so I like to use real English! (only joking!)
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Nothingness
Part of Colleen Brown’s “about” says:
There’s more that I love and I’m still discovering it. I don’t truly know all that I love. I believe that the world has more for me to discover. And I’m happy to oblige.
I think that is pretty wonderful, and a perfect example was her post on 9 October 2022 where her “How Often” said:
How often have you sat
In silence, or peace,
And been acutely aware
of the nothing of it all,
And the gift of it all.
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I responded
Oh yes! This will, eventually, generate a poem which starts “Nothingness is never numbing.”
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Here it is:
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Nothingness is never numbing
Fain would I wish that occur
Though the mind’s apparent dumbing
Seems intent to oft concur
Do we ever see completeness
Or experience no pain
Should the everyday repleteness
Be considered loss or gain
These are never ending questions
Asked by many, answered when?
Life will offer weird suggestions
Then nothingness begins again!
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Missing! | Peter Matthews — Whispers and Echoes
Thank you, once more, to Sammi Cox for publishing my poem on Whispers and Echoes and helping me find my missing toe. To find out more, follow the link below:
I woke up this morning, was missing a toe Limped all round the house, oh where did it go? When going to bed I know I had ten I got up, looked down, I counted, and then I enlisted the help of my wife and my lad To find the lost item I know I […]
Missing! | Peter Matthews — Whispers and Echoes
A squirrel asks – Why?
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt where the given word is Question and the limit is 84 words.
Unless, like me, you can’t be bothered to do so
Explain to me why
Such deliberation is my nemesis
Though I care not whether it is proved to be the truth or a complete fabrication
I am single minded regarding the matter and care even less than you may think
Oh why insist that we must have a resolution, an explanation, a raison d’etre
Now answer me this if you dare – Why are we here, why are we, why?
An even match!
This week’s #writephoto is below. Check out the rules and all of the fabulous entries by clicking on the link.
They hadn’t spoken for centuries.
Each would sneak out in the dead of night, hoping to destroy as much as they could.
What was the purpose?
Why did they hate each other so much?
What was the ultimate objective?
They didn’t know.
They didn’t care.
They just knew……………..
They were arch enemies!
Peter's pondering 
