Mar 11
The following poem was written in response to #Crimson’s Creative Challenge #70.
What lurks beneath?
Perhaps something with very large teeth.
Will it bite me if I look to see?
Will it bite me in the knee?
Maybe it’s friendly
Maybe it’s deadly
I don’t wait around
Time to leave this town
Running as fast as I can
Back to my van
Mar 4
Grouchy and Greta Gnome were just waking up from a long winter’s nap.
“Grouchy, look at this mess, what are we going to do?”
“Oh, Greta, come on, I just woke up, let me focus on getting my eyes open.”
“Where did all these empty old pots come from?”
“Would you stop worrying about everything Greta and go find me something to eat, I’m starving.”
“Well, it sure doesn’t look like there’s anything to eat, it’s that time of the year, the misses has not planted anything yet.”
“Good thing I thought about this last fall. If you dig around a bit you’ll find my stash of peanuts in the ground just over there about ten feet to your left.”
Off Greta toddled to find Grouchy some nuts mumbling to herself as she went. “Why is it I always have to be the one to go fetch food for the old grump. Greta do this, Greta do that, I’m not his damned minion.”
After digging up the peanuts and taking them over to Grouchy, Greta started to tidy up the garden as best she could. She wasn’t getting any younger and each year that went by her colour was fading. So was Grouchy’s but it never seemed to bother him. Perhaps this Spring the misses would get out her paints and spruce them both up.
“Greta, Greta, if you want any of these peanuts you’d best get over here before I eat all of them. On your way over find me something to drink.”
Grouchy, I’m not your minion and I’m tired of fetching for you. Get your own drink, and stuff your peanuts!”
To Be Continued …
© Susan Zutautas
This was written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #69.
Feb 20
The following was written for Crispina’s weekly challenge called Crimson’s Creative Challenge.
CCC#67
Once profitable
Now sits sadly abandoned
To be dismantled
Dec 4
Watching for his meal
He sits high upon his perch
Ready to take flight
This majestic bird
Has a wingspan of eight feet
Powerfully fast
Lives up to twenty
A natural carnivore
Can easily swim
This haiku was written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #56.
Oct 23
This was written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #50
CCC#50
The gates are locked
please let me in
Don’t leave me standing
I must come in
It is my time
please set me free
Don’t leave me out
please let me in
I know I’ve sinned
please don’t rescind
Open up the gates
please let me in
Here I will remain
waiting and anticipating
For the gates to
open for me
Heaven is where
I want to be
Oct 2
Brilliance of colours
Shine through stained glass reflecting
yellows, blues, and reds
This was written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #47.
Sep 25
The hill was steep
You couldn’t hear a peep
Till we rolled down the hill
Like Jack & Jill
Giggles and laughs
we looked back at the path
To where we started
Our butts really smarted
Then … one of us farted
This was written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #46.
Sep 18
This poem is for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #45.
Standing on the shoreline I gaze across the river
The day is chilly but yet I stay put and shiver
Daydreaming with memories of my childhood
Of all the times when I’d come here to collect driftwood
The water back then was always choppy
We’d ride down to the river in my father’s jalopy
I come here now to reminisce
Here is where we had our first kiss
So many wonderful memories
Over half a century
This has to be my favorite place
Memories that I’ll always embrace
Aug 21
Fred, look over there, what the hell is that?
Ethell, that there is a Canadian goose and he’s staring back at us.
What do you think he’s doing here Fred?
He’s probably cruizing around just like we are in search of food.
Maybe we should go over and introduce ourselves. I hear Canadians are quite friendly.
I’ve heard that Canadian geese can be quite rude Ethell if you get too close to them.
Okay, Fred then let’s get the flock out of here.
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This was written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #41.
Aug 14
Sarah and Mary had gone into the woods one day to find the perfect place where they could sit, sketch or paint the surrounding scenery.
As they were walking they came to a clearing spotting a small set of stairs. They both got a puzzled look on their faces and began questioning why was a set of stairs here. They went up a knoll and at the top, there was nothing except a continuation of the woods, or so it appeared. The light in the clearing was quite bright.
Could this possibly be the “Stairway to Heaven”?
This was written for Crimson’s Creative Post #40.
