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Is There a Monster Underneath

The following poem was written in response to #Crimson’s Creative Challenge #70.

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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

 

 

 

Grouchy & Greta Gnome

CCC#69

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Old Farm

The following was written for Crispina’s weekly challenge called Crimson’s Creative Challenge. 

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Once profitable

Now sits sadly abandoned

To be dismantled

 

© Susan Zutautas 2020

 

 

The Eagle Haiku

stone eagle

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

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

 

This haiku was written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #56.

Standing At The Gates

This was written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #50

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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

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Stained Glass – Haiku

CCC#47

Brilliance of colours

Shine through stained glass reflecting

yellows, blues, and reds

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

This was written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #47.

 

Fools On The Hill

the hill

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.

 

 

 

 

 

Down by the River

This poem is for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #45.

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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

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #41

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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.

Stairs

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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.