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My third post for today is for my 'Hung Out To Dry' piece. This is an allegorical work, with a political spin. I created this in 2011, a difficult year for many in this country.

The big white house sits on the hill,
It's occupants discussing each proposed bill.,
It's washday, clothes hung on the line,
Let's see whose 'hung out' this time.
There's a maid's dress and a blue collar shirt,
Overalls, an apron, "Keep that flag off the dirt!",
The basket is full of those who've cried foul,
And some who threw in the towel,
Her pockets are stuffed with special interest groups,
And lobbyists seeking personal loops.,
The rat at her feet has a loan to sell,
He knows it's no good...but what the hell.,
Pink slip in hand, hope in his heart,
That young man needs a new start,
But the well has run dry,they took it all,
Big men, who 'just couldn't fall'.,
The farmer tries to repair his soul,
As slowly he digs his way out of a hole.
There goes the eagle, mighty and strong,
Taking our jobs to India and Hong Kong.
A storm is brewing,the clouds are black,
Who is gonna 'Have our back?'

My second post is for one of my favorite pieces, 'Alley Catz'.

The shadows lengthen in the alley,
Where the resturant resides,
Whose waitress, dear young Sally,
Greets the box with open eyes.
"You can have your pick.",he grins,
"They're nearly eight weeks old",
"How about the one who's climbing out",
"He's lively and he's bold!"
While Sally ponders which to take,
The alley comes alive,
With cats of every model and make,
Like bees from a hive.
They appear at dusk on velvet paws,
When Joe delivers his fish,
And prowl the cobbled street,
Seeking the delectable dish.
The Tigers throw their ball with glee,
As the little girl flirts with danger,
The 'wildcat' from apartment 223,
Has met a 'koolcat' stranger.,
Late afternoon on the city streets,
While the cobblestone is warm,
Offers us such visual treats,
As the cats begin to swarm.

Greetings! I hope this day finds you doing well! I would like to share with you some of the poetry I have written to go with my 'Wordplay' series. I hope you enjoy reading my posts, please comment! My first post is for 'The Call Of The Wild'.


The water splashes opon the rocks,
With a gentle soothing beat,
It gurgles and it sparkles,
A cool relief from all the heat.
The wind sings a joyous song,
Through the leaves of the trees,
It's whisper joins the gentle hum,
Of the bugs and buzzing bees,
Butterflies dance and float,
As does the hummingbird,
When trumpet flowers beckon,
With honey coated words.
The bobcat surveys her woodland home,
With a careful eye,
And spies a wiley raccoon,
Who holds his cellphone high.
With a grumble of dismay,
The raccoon breathes a sigh,
"I can't make a call right now,
I'm barely one bar high!"
Do you think he's calling 911,
Or ordering pizza in?
The beeping of his cellphone,
Joins the forest din.